Page 15 of Princes of Carnage

He slaps my ass with his free hand, digging his fingers into the meat of it.

All I can do is wail my pleasure at that, bucking back into his thrusts, seeking out more even though I already feel like I’m being burned alive by the heat of it all.

“Look at you,” he rasps. “You can’t get enough, can you? I could keep you here all night, stuffed with my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such a good little whore, my siren.”

I nod along, willing to agree to anything he says right now, just so he doesn’t stop.

His fingers dig in even harder, and I know I’ll have marks left behind later. Proof that this happened and how good it was.

“P-please,” I manage to choke out, the word coming out slurred and broken. I feel almost like I’m floating outside of myself, and it’s hard to form coherent thoughts when he’s battering into me the way he is.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in the room, and each time Phantom thrusts into me, the force of it shoves me forward a little.

“Please what?” he pants. “Please fuck you harder? Please make sure there isn’t a single fucking part of you that doesn’t feel me tomorrow? Is that what you want, siren?”

“Yes!” I cry out. “Fuck, yes.”

He doesn’t respond to that, just fucks into me even harder, slamming his cock as deep as it can go. And it’s already like I can feel it everywhere. Like each thrust into me is sending electric currents of sensation all the way through my body again and again.

He’s so deep inside me that it feels like I can taste it, the sweet honey of arousal and need on my tongue. It hurts and feels so fucking good at the same time.

“Good girl,” Phantom breathes. He runs his hand down my ass and then smacks it again, hard enough that the sound reverberates in the room and I feel a shock of pain run through me. “You’re taking me so well. Like you were made for it. But you are, aren’t you? This is what you were made for.”

I just nod, my head bobbing as I fight to breathe. My wrists twist in his hold, not because I’m trying to break free, but because I can’t calm down, can’t be still. Not when everything aches so good, and he’s fucking me like he wants to break me apart into a million pieces.

He slams his cock in and grinds forward, letting the head of him press right into that spot that makes me whine with desperation. It feels so, so good, and I’m already so, so close.

“I can feel you tightening around me. This pretty little pussy fluttering on my cock. Are you about to come?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, please, I’m so—”

“Tell me,” he grunts. “Tell me when you’re coming.”

I swallow hard and nod again, and he picks up the pace even more, pistoning his hips. He drives into me again and again, sometimes in short, fast strokes, sometimes letting them linger deep inside me, working me up until there’s nothing I can do.

The pleasure is like a tidal wave, growing and building until it’s enough that it might drown me. But I don’t fight against it. Even though I’m about to drown in it, this isn’t a current I want to escape from.

“I—I’m gonna—”

That’s all I manage to get out before the belt tightens around my neck again, cutting off just enough of my air that my head goes light.

I desperately gasp for breath, and something about that is enough to spark my orgasm. Although honestly, that’s not even an adequate way to describe it. The force of my climax rips through me, and I come so hard that I almost black out. My vision goes dark as my lungs scream for air, and I feel dizzy and lightheaded and wrung out in the best possible way as wave after wave of sensations crash over me.

Phantom doesn’t stop either. He keeps fucking me through it all, not letting up. After a few seconds, he loosens the belt, and I suck in desperate gasps of air, oxygen flooding my system.

“Good,” he says again, praising me in a low voice. “Just like that.”

He uses his grip on my wrists to pull me upright, pressing me against him so my back is to his chest. My wrists are freed, but even so, I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted to. Not with his cock still rock hard and impaled inside me.

Phantom plows into me like that, my hips bouncing me against his body with each rough thrust. His hands come up and find my tits, groping and squeezing them.

He drags his thumbs over my nipples and then takes them between his fingers, pulling hard at them, giving vicious little twists. The pain sparks the pleasure that’s still burning inside me, and it keeps my orgasm rolling, the aftershocks building into something more powerful.

I can tell that Phantom is close to coming too, from the way his movements start to lose that measured quality and become a little more erratic. He growls low in my ear, a muted curse that ends on a groan.

With one last deep thrust, he comes inside me, and even though there’s a layer of latex between us, I can feel the way his shaft pulses and jerks with each jet of cum that fills the condom. The heat of it is enough to have my vision going white as I spiral into pleasure all over again.

It takes me a few seconds to come back to myself, my chest heaving as I fight for breath. Phantom is still holding on to me, trying to catch his breath himself.

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