Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I gasp with something like pain. It doesn’t hurt like being caned does, but lying on a punished ass as I am deflowered, and the resistance inside as my body is conquered by his, does cause some sensations that are very, very close to it.
This is what a woman must do for a man, I realize. She must give herself to him, she must be opened by him. His cock goes deeper and deeper inside me, until I feel his pubic bone meet mine. I am filled all the way up, my inner walls gripping and quivering against him. I don’t know what to do, but I don’t need to do anything. All I really have to do is lie here beneath him and take my fucking.
I look up at him, see his body so muscular, scarred, and mature. I feel my innocence being speared away with each and every subsequent thrust as he starts to push in and out of me in long strokes, making me take his cock time and time and time again. I am filled up, stretched open, and then left to be empty again.
He kisses my mouth passionately, claiming my lips as he fucks my pussy. These dirty words never seemed to make sense before now. Now I know what it means to have a cock in my cunt. Now I know what it is to be fucked.
“Does it hurt?” He murmurs the question in my ear.
“No,” I lie just a little. It does hurt. It hurts to be pinned on my sore ass, and fucked hard in my no longer virginal pussy. It hurts to have him get harder and rougher with me. But it hurts in a way I want it to. It hurts in a way that makes my clit tingle and when he is deep inside me, I can grind against him. I can press my clit against his body and I can get closer and closer to the release that I am now starving for.
“I am going to come,” he growls, his voice rough. “I am going to fucking come.”
My hands are pinned above my head as he starts to rut inside me, arching like a massive animal over me, fucking me with harsh strokes that ignore my recent virginity and treat me like a well-broken filly.
I am going to come too. The ravaging I am receiving makes my body react in ways I cannot control. I do not feel entirely like myself. Instead I feel like an animal doing what nature intended. I feel an orgasm ripping through me, making me wrap my legs around him and lock myself tight to him greedily just as he makes good on his promise and comes inside me. One of his arms is wrapped around the back of my shoulders, holding me up, while the other is pressed against the bed. I am suspended on his cock for a moment as he starts throbbing against my inner walls.
“I am going to breed you,” he murmurs in my ear as he holds his cock deep inside me, pumping me full of his male essence. “You are going to be pregnant for me. You are going to swell for me. You are going to obey me. You are going to be fucking mine forever.”
I feel faint and hot and so very good all at once as he rolls over and holds me atop him, keeping me pressed down on his cock so that not a drop of his cum leaves me. I lie, no longer a virgin, in my husband’s arms while muted moonlight flows across my ravaged body. I will be sore tomorrow, inside and out. I have been marked in ways both physical and psychological. I have been changed forever.
CHAPTER 3
Mila
I wake up in bed to the almost inconspicuous rattle of a tray. For a moment, I have morning amnesia. I know this is not my bed at home. There is no golden light filtering through lead-light windows. I am waking up in a whole other country, as a whole other person. I am a married woman. I am no longer a virgin. I don’t know who I am anymore, or who I will become. All I really know is that who I was is no longer going to work in this world.
“Your breakfasts,” the servant announces.
“Thank you, Cordingly,” my husband says.
I know what is happening now.
I am beneath the covers in a dim, red-lit room, curled up against my husband’s side. He is big and strong and warm, and I feel a kind of safety I never felt when I used to sleep alone. The moment I move, however, I feel the other consequences of having been married. My ass aches, and I feel a low throbbing between my legs. I am no longer a virgin. No longer an innocent. I have been thoroughly deflowered, filled, and yes, used by my husband.