Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Beg me,” he instructs again. “Let yourself believe you can convince me to stop, only if you plead desperately enough. Become frantic in your terror and helplessness.”
The werewolf cock is long. The bulb at the base as round as a man’s fist. I swallow and whimper, “Please, Guardian—”
“I’ll count down, shall I?” He comes to stand close to my head, leans down to whisper in my ear. “Three...”
“Please!” I focus on my fear, let it drive my need higher. This is going to happen. I’m going to feel myself split apart, cruel inch by cruel inch, watch it with no way to stop it.
“Two.”
I can imagine it now, the pain I already feel, amplified, and refreshed. I try one last, pathetic time, my throat raw with desperation that I hope pleases him. “I beg you, Guardian, don’t do this—"
His tongue traces the shell of my ear.
“One.”
Chapter Eleven
A haze of red washes over my vision as the vine thrusts the cock swiftly forward, spearing deep into my passage. I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think about anything but the pain, but I cannot look away from the horrible sight of the length vanishing into my body. The bulbous knot at the base bumps me and I pray that it’s simply too much, that it can’t penetrate me, but the pressure increases for only a breath before the impossible strength of the vine forces it forward, splitting me while I scream my agony and keep my eyes open wide.
“There,” Luthian croons, stroking back my sweat-damp hair and caressing my jaw with his elegant fingers. He wipes tears from my face that are instantly refreshed. Still, I stare up at the sight of my body opened by the monstrous vines. “The worst of it is finished.”
I trust him not to inflict permanent harm on me. I don’t trust him not to inflict more pain. I clench my jaw, grind my teeth against the tearing and aching and throbbing that have coalesced into one and lie, “Thank you, Guardian.”
The image above me changes, and I once again see myself bound and splayed. The vine at my cunt has almost completely withdrawn, the ridge at the tip of the phallus just visible between my folds. It pushes back in with the same terrible slowness.
“As I said, the worst of it,” Luthian goes on, as I knew he would.
There is always a catch.
“It’s still going to be terrible, of course.”
My breasts are numb, swollen and purplish in the reflection. Luthian pinches one of my protruding nipples, but I barely feel it. Then, he pets the vines that hold my breasts bound, and the fall away, revealing a multitude of pinpricks that weep droplets of blood as my pulse rushes back into my denied flesh. A new ache, a new horrid throbbing, but his hand moves lower, to my clit, red and swollen and slick and straining. I watch warily as his fingers gently find me and work my hood back and forth over the delicate nerve, the smooth metal ring stimulating me with barely any pressure.
“Would you like to come, Cenere?” he asks, rubbing in slow, steady circles as the vampire cock pushes deeper.
Unbelievably, I do. After the horror and pain I’ve experienced, somehow, my body rouses at his attentions. “Oh, please, Guardian.”
He kisses my cheek. “My pet is very good at fucking, Cenere. But I think it’s sad.”
I squeeze on the organ filling my cunt, my muscles tightening with impending release. The pace of Luthian’s finger is maddening. If only he would speed up a bit...
“Why is it sad, Guardian?” I ask, breathless with need.
“Because it thinks you don’t like it, of course.” He sounds teasingly sympathetic to the monstrosity he’s created. “You’re not having any fun.”
“I’m sorry, Guardian.” It’s becoming more difficult to concentrate on anything but his too-gentle touch on my clit.
“It’s so good at fucking, and you don’t appreciate it.” He clucks his tongue. “It will have to work harder, I think, to win your affection.”
The cock in my ass tugs backward, as if to withdraw its huge knot, and my eyes widen. To my relief, it does not. It does, however begin to pump in short, stabbing thrusts that take my breath away on a fresh wave of pain. But I’m so close to my climax, it can’t distract me. My toes curl, joints popping. Almost there... almost...
The phallus in my cunt has completely buried itself once more. This time, when it begins to withdraw, it goes a bit faster, then strokes forward faster, as if it’s building toward something.
I’m building, too, toward a release I desperately crave, hoping it will drive away my body’s memory of all I’ve endured so far. Luthian’s fingers circle and circle, until—
“Come,” he commands, but pulls his fingers away before I do.
“No!” I scream in desperation, my climax bursting and fading without stimulation. It’s gone, escaped me, stranded me in nothing but my stubbornly lingering pain.