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Then he pulled his fingers from my bottom, slowly but surely as if to remind me what was going to replace them very soon. I tensed, but he still had his hand holding me open. I bit my lip as he moved behind me. Like a heavy weight, his cock slapped over my bottom hole, firmly enough to make me jump. It stung just the slightest bit, but it also reminded me just how big he was.

“You’ve been looking forward to this for a long time, haven’t you, my queen?”

“Yes, my king!” I wailed, ashamed and aroused and lost somewhere in the middle of both.

“Lift your hips for me. Show me how much you need your king to remind you who you belong to,” he demanded. My body obeyed without thought, and he pulled his hips back, pressing the slickened head of his cock against the place I was most nervous to take it.

Very gently, he pushed forward, but as much as he had prepared me with his fingers, his cock was so much thicker. As my tight hole started to give way, pain blossomed outward, surging up and down my spine with savage force.

There was nothing feral about this taking. Roken was cool, calm, and collected, which made him taking my ass even more terrifying than if he had been out of control.

This way, I knew that he would see my every sign of desire, from the way my hips rocked, to the way my fingers clutched at the blankets beneath me, to the way my cries quickly turned into moans as I begged for more. He wouldn’t miss a single moment of my aroused shame.

Even worse, I knew he would enjoy every minute of it.

The head of his cock breached into my asshole, and I cried out, trying to take him gracefully, but it still hurt. He pushed onward, taking me slowly as delicious agony surged up and down my spine. I felt every ridge as he pressed each inch into me, filling me up in a way I was never meant to be filled.

When he eventually bottomed out inside me, I was clawing at the bed. The pain ran deep for several long moments as my body slowly accepted him. Even when the deep burn relented, a simmering ache remained. He didn’t move for a moment, just letting the image of him inside me like this fully sink in.

“Where is my cock, my queen?”

“Inside my bottom, my king,” I whimpered.

He pulled out just a little bit and pushed back in. My muscles clenched, and a fresh wave of agony flattened me to the bed. But that didn’t dissuade him for even a moment.

It made his cock harder though.

His tail slid beneath me, pressing into my pussy gently. With my ass so full of his cock, his tail felt massive as it pushed inside me.

I was so full.

A bit more roughly, Roken tipped his pelvis back and thrust back inside me, reigniting the soreness from just how wide I was stretched for several long moments.

That’s when I realized something else.

Every single thrust of his cock was going to hurt, and that was going to make me come harder than I ever had in my life. I could feel my core spiraling with pleasure, and then the tip of his tail breached my entrance enough to make me moan out loud.

“Please,” I begged again.

Both him and his tail started fucking me at the exact same moment in concert. Every thrust was harder than the last. Without meaning to, my hips rose and fell, taking him deeper and deeper, and I couldn’t get enough.

Pain and pleasure wound into a thin rope, threatening to fray me apart at any given moment.

My muscles clamped down on him, fighting his taking while they were welcoming him in. His fingers wound around my hips and hiked me up onto my knees.

His tail ground against my clit as it thrust between my legs, forcing me right to the edge. I tried to fight the oncoming onslaught of pleasure, but it was a losing battle.

I was going to come this way. It didn’t matter that it was shameful or wrong or wickedly taboo.

My whimpers became full-throated cries, and soon I was screaming his name as I sailed over the brink. The tidal wave of pleasure consumed me from the second it started, powerful and overwhelming and the sweetest climax I’d ever experienced in my life.

Someone once told me that the orgasm could be called the little death. I hadn’t understood it until this moment. The dark oblivion that swallowed me whole rocked my body senseless. Overwhelming sensation whirled through me like a tornado, lifting me up and throwing me about as if I were a feather on the wind. As I started to fall, the air constricted around me, and I panted, drawing in one ragged breath after the next as I tried to take back control and failed.

I screamed louder as my inner walls fluttered around his tail. It pumped inside me with feral savagery while Roken brutally fucked my no longer virgin hole. My muscles clamped around him, but his strength overpowered mine with ease, taking me in the way I was truly meant to be taken.

He was my king, but I was meant to be his queen.

With every thrust, he reminded me that I was his, and I fell into one climax after the next, pleasure sweeping me off my feet and drowning me in its vivid intensity. There was no escaping even a single second of overwhelming bliss.

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