Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I feel a lash land against my ass, something uncoiling fast, like a whip. There is a loud crack as the lash makes contact with my ass. It hurts like fire being seared against my skin, a quick and brutal punishment.
He pauses for a moment, his large, scaled hand on the back of my neck.
“You will not run from me. You will never take up arms again. If I find you with so much as a heavy rock in your hands, I will fuck your ass. Hard.”
I believe him.
“The only reason I will not be claiming that ass now is because your pussy needs to be filled.”
Crack!
The lash lands again. And then again. Each of them snaps against a different part of my cheeks, which are still tender from the first round of punishment they got when I was still on Earth and things still made sense.
I cry out, because there is no reason not to. It hurts. Every single stroke is perfectly placed in a new location, a constellation of pain manifesting on my skin.
“I’m sorry!”
“Are you? Sorry implies you would not take these actions again. Are you sorry for stealing a horse? Sorry for leaving a room I told you not to leave? Sorry for murdering a kobold?”
“You murdered two of them!”
“I had to in order to protect you; they were about to tear you apart. So yes, you have made me an accessory to your malfeasance. The kobolds are protected. Sacred. Not to be harmed by anybody. I cannot believe you slaughtered one having played a game.”
His lash lands so many more times, dozens, in fact. He lashes me until I am sobbing with pain and remorse, truly and desperately sorry for what I have done. I never thought of the beasts in this place as being anything other than what they were in the game—bodies made of experience, not flesh and bone.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”
“I do not yet know if I believe you, but fortunately for you, I cannot beat and fuck you at the same time. At least, not this way.”
A tremor runs through me as I realize this is actually him being merciful in some way. He has affection for me. He didn’t let me die in the woods. Not even when I was going to let myself die. He wants me intact. He wants to keep me. And right now, he wants to fuck me.
He drops the lash, but keeps his hand on the back of my neck, keeping me in place over the fallen tree. I feel him spread my legs with one thigh.
“Keep them open,” he says. “Or I will lash them as well.”
“So mean,” I whimper.
His claws clench in my hair, pulling my head up as he leans in, his voice deep and rough in my ear.
“Mean? Is it mean to punish you when you deserve to be punished? To finally give you the discipline you have needed forever? I don’t think this is mean, Melissa. I think this is the most loving thing anybody has ever bothered to do for you.”
With that, he runs his scaled cock along the slit of my pussy. I am drenched with desire. I didn’t know I was this wet. I didn’t know anything other than the fact that my ass hurts like hell and it’s probably going to hurt for quite a long time.
This time when he mates me, he doesn’t care about the fact that I am tender. The fact that I am sore from having sex twice in a matter of hours is no longer a bug, it is a feature.
I whimper as my pussy stretches yet again, his cock feeling bigger, thicker, and even more dominating than before. Is it possible that I am being fucked in an even more intensely powerful way than before? Yes. The strokes are rougher and faster, but the girth feels wider too.
I ache as he pounds me against the tree, his hands on either side of me, his hips arching and slamming forward time and time again, driving his cock as deep as it can go inside me.
He does not play with my clit, stroke my hair, rub my back, or soothe me. He uses me. He punishes me. He fucks me, leaving my pleasure to me, to the rubbing of my clit against the hard round of the tree. I don’t come before he does. I get close. Torturously, tragically close, but not quite there before he is once again filling me up, giving me another dose of that semen that makes me instantly soften. It does not take the pain away, but it makes my sense of submission deepen.
Tears are running down my face, my shoulders are shaking as he pulls his cock from me, letting hot seed run down my aching thighs.