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🕑 Added 2023-06-25 14:00:02 +0000 UTCNo, she would stay awake, however her mind was tossed about by sensation.
Every muscle in her body seemed to sharpen, pushing at the intrusion and being overcome in turn as the Piamupits drove himself all the way into her, as a nail was driven in by a hammer. Every thick, burning inch of his cock fit tightly into her sex—she was a sheath for him now—a receptacle, incomplete until she received his fullness.
Naru waited, prayed for the darkness of sleep. But slumber couldn’t make it through the pain and turmoil she felt. And something inside her, something as uncompromising as that forceful erection which had laid claim to her, it howled in the sleepless light of this chaos.
She lay there, open to him, almost split in half to make room for him. He was fully in her, giving her every last inch of his shaft. She held something inside herself like the flame inside a volcano or the lightning inside a storm cloud. Just carrying it sent shockwaves through her womanhood, into her belly and breasts, all the way to her spinning head.
“Don’t give up,” the beast said, in another purloined voice.
He was mocking at her, laughing at her while he enjoyed her body. She wanted to tear his face off, rend his flesh like he’d rent hers. Yet she laid there, speared by the erection she’d given him, her mind as torn as her body.
She couldn’t help but think that if it weren’t for her own lust, she would’ve blockaded his path, refused to allow him entry. He had found her warm and wet and soft because she had weakened—she had wanted. And now she had what she wanted. She was his.
“We’re going to have a good time tonight,” he said, handling her breasts, then smoothing his rough hands down her soft, silken body.
Naru cringed at his touch. At the same time, she wanted more of it, which was what made her shrink back. She could stomach any amount of pain, but not her own luscious reaction.
Slowly, the Piamupits began to fuck her. Drawing his prick halfway free of her, then sliding it in all the way. Naru grunted each time she was filled, feeling her inner walls pressed outward by his entering cockhead, then collapsing inward when he retreated.
In and out, in and out, the creature rutted her faster and faster. His hands went to her shoulders, holding them down to the floor while he pumped into her.
In spite of herself, as if her body held no regard for the terror gripping her mind, Naru had to respond to being fucked so violently: “UNH! UNH! UNH!”
Her breasts shook each time the Piamupits’s hips slammed down between her thighs. He went harder, faster, now with full confidence that she could take the ferocity she’d engendered in him with her luscious body and strong will. Her young cunt stretched and convulsed, quickly learning to take his powerful cock. Soon the pain of being violated faded and in its place, like a beaver dam had come apart, in poured all the wild lust he was visiting upon her. Like he was pushing it right into her with his pistoning erection.
“Take it, bitch, take it, bitch, take it, bitch,” the Piamupits snarled through his captive voice, while under it, his real breathing grew labored.
He groped her ass hard, his claws leaving long red marks in her skin. The Piamupits dug his mandibles into the side of her neck, stinging the flesh but only barely drawing blood. Naru screamed in pain, curling her fingers into fists and beating them against the Piamupits’s shoulders. She pushed against his chest and pulled his hair; anything she could do to force him away.
But it was useless. He was too powerful, too determined, too aroused. His cock was full of insistence, driving into her again and again, and her body betrayed her to it. She felt her inner muscles convulsing, actually holding onto the Piamupits’s pumping manhood and trying to keep it inside her.
His balls tightened, prepared to shoot Naru full of the rich cream that the Piamupits had decreed her existence would revolve around. Getting it, taking it, and savoring it. Her old life was very close to coming to an end.
“Yeah, yeah,” the Piamupits said. Naru recognized her own brother’s voice taken captive, but she was too far gone to take umbrage at the perversion of it. Let him speak in the whole tribe’s words, let them all fuck her. It didn’t matter now. She had given in.
As the Piamupits rutted her, Naru tightened, her pussy clenching around his pounding member. He let out a panting noise as she began to match his wild pumps. When next she cried out, she was expressing pure need. She wanted the Piamupits, wanted him as she’d never known she could want something. If only her family could see her now, see what all their years of child-rearing had resulted in. Their fine young maiden was whoring herself, husbanding a beast, letting herself be violated and allowing herself to enjoy it!
“UGHHHHH!”
Naru held on tight. She didn’t want to drive the Piamupits away, not anymore. She was awash in too much pleasure, feeling too much lust to stop now. Maybe to ever stop. A forest fire raging around her would’ve gone unnoticed as she swam through the vibrant fog obscuring her thoughts. Cock, climax, satisfaction… all those once-hollow words now had new meaning in her whirling mind as the Piamupits prepared to finish with her.
“Bitch! Slut! Little whore!” Her own voice now. Naru thought that had to be impossible. She couldn’t remember ever saying those things. But maybe the Piamupits wasn’t saying them. Maybe it was her, the old her, seeing her future the same way she looked back in memories at the would-be warrior she’d once been.
The Piamupits slapped her, crackling a laugh at how she lay there and took it. Then he dropped down on top of her body, his hips coming up and down as quickly as sticks building a fire. He fucked her wildly, carving out a space in her virgin body for his essence to go. Naru’s body jumped with each terrible lunge inside her.
It happened suddenly, so abruptly that Naru would’ve believed there was no build-up at all—a seamless transition from being rutted to being seeded. She felt the first blast of semen enter her, deeper even than the Piamupits’s cock had gone. The wet heat burned into her walls. She felt it warm her cervix.
It was the first time, the very first, that she’d known how warm her cunt could be. She clenched up, holding herself for dear life as the Piamupits hammered down on her. Driving his prick into her slot, spilling all the contents of his engorged balls. She felt the olive-green sperm overflow her womanhood, burning her thighs and slipping between her buttocks.
Naru held onto the Piamupits with all four limbs, working her hips up to continuously friction herself on his spurting cock. Rubbing her clit again and again on its ridged hardness until she came herself, fiery flashes scorching her sex. It felt like a flurry of sparks had possessed her cunt, all while her clit hummed and jolted, the epicenter of her first enormous rapture.
“WWWHWWHH!” she cried.
She kicked out her leg, twisting her body as much as she could under the icy hot weight that buried her. Again and again a thrumming wave of her orgasm traveled through her pussy, squeezing the breath from her lungs, sapping more and more of her strength until she was weak as a kitten.
Finally it was done. The Piamupits grunted, then came up off her, retrieving what little clothing he’d taken off.
Naru lay there, watching him dress. Even when he walked over her, she didn’t move. Trying to figure out what had happened to her.
Why, after fighting so hard, had she ended up his willing victim? Wanting him and what he’d done to her, with all its pain.
Naru wished she had the courage to beg him to give her more. More hurt. More of him. To stay with her, holding his arms around her, touching her—fucking her.
“Good time tonight,” he said. Naru knew it had to be another of her tribesman’s voices, but she couldn’t think which one. It just seemed to be his.
Reality made a beachhead in whatever delirium he’d imparted to her. She held still, careful to not even breathe too hard. Afraid her slightest motion would inspire some awful deed. She wanted him to leave her be now. That would be the safest thing. For him to go. The longer he stayed, the more chance there was that something in his bestial nature would lash out and end her. What did she know about spirits and demons? How could Naru say he’d never turn on her?
