Page 54 of Daemonium

“Yes," I panted, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “It feels... incredible."

His chest brushed against mine, my knees nearly beside my head. My body rocked with each powerful thrust. His cock felt as though it were growing even larger, stretching me wider. I could feel every ridge of the piercings as he moved inside me. I arched my back and met his rhythm, needing him to take me harder, faster, deeper. I no longer cared about the pain, only about the raw, primal sensation of being taken by this beautifully dominating man.

I barely recognized the sounds coming from my mouth anymore – wild, guttural cries that reverberated throughout the room. His lips crashed onto mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue penetrating my mouth with the same ferocity as his cock claimed my body.

"Don't you dare stop," I begged through gasps and cries, desperate for more.

He lowered my legs to his forearms and picked up the pace, his movements rougher, his body slamming against mine. I cried out from both pain and pleasure, stretched to my limits, but I wanted more. I needed more. The desire overwhelmed any discomfort. I craved his roughness. He must have sensed it, or rather he knew how to give me what I needed. He eased one of my legs down, maintaining his grip on the other and lifting it back over his shoulder.

At the same time, he placed a hand around my neck, exerting pressure. The new angle allowed him to go impossibly deeper. My heart pounded in my ears; my thoughts lost in a carnal haze of our lust. He continued, his rhythm unwavering, his gaze locked onto mine, a possessive glint in his eyes that had my pussy growing slicker.

“I need to fuck her harder,” he ground out, almost as if talking to himself.

“She needs to feel every inch of me," he growled through gritted teeth.

I realized he was talking to a voice inside his head and something about that had me pleading for him to do it. He lowered my leg and pulled out, his voice rough as he commanded, "Turn over."

Without hesitation, I complied, my body shaking.

“Face down, ass up, Sunshine.”

I did as I was told, my chest flat against the mattress, my hips high. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath my chest, elevating my hips even more. The anticipation was killing me, and I moaned softly. I felt him position himself at my entrance and his warm breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you ready for me, Sunshine?"

I nodded, bracing myself. His cock slid inside me, slowly at first, but then he thrust hard, burying himself.

I moaned, my body arching, the sensation of fullness overwhelming me.

“Ky,” I whimpered, “Oh, my god.”

"Not god," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I'll have you begging to worship me." His thrusts were relentless, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. My breath caught in my throat as he pounded into me, filling me to the brim.

"Ky," I moaned, my voice strained and desperate, "Oh, fuck."

His response was a low, rumbling laugh, his pace never wavering. "Say my name," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I struggled to find my voice, my senses reeling with the sensation of him filling me. Finally, I managed to choke out his name, "Kyrous."

"That's right, who do you belong to, Sunshine?"

"You," I panted, my voice barely audible. "I belong to you."

"Remember that, Sunshine. You belong to me," he vowed. His thrusts became impossibly more brutal as if to claim me even more deeply. I could feel his heated breath on my neck, his hips slamming against me with unyielding force. One hand knotted in my hair, forcing me to arch further, the other went back around my throat and I found myself staring up at him as he pounded into me from behind.

The intense pleasure and pain that washed over me in waves made my gasps and moans become more desperate, my body craving the relentless punishment he was giving it. A fresh batch of tears spilled down my cheeks, the stimulation driving me insane.

"Look at you, taking every inch of me," he praised, his voice grittier than usual, heavy with lust. His eyes were dark and possessed as he stared down at me. "You're so tight, so perfect around me..."

The fingers gripping my throat began to tighten until I could barely breathe or speak. He released my hair and gripped my hip with a roughness that caused me to whimper and my pussy to clench. Dots began to dance across my vision from lack of oxygen. I was on the precipice of something new, something beyond the realm of pleasure, and he knew it.

"Beg for more, Sunshine," he ordered. "Beg for what I need to do."

I gasped for breath. "P-please, Ky," I whimpered, my words tainted with both fear and desire. "Fuck me harder."

His grip tightened once more, and I felt my vision narrow. Our bodies collided with a force that left me breathless, his balls slapping against my ass. Each thrust sent me higher and higher until I was hovering on the very edge of ecstasy. I could feel my muscles tightening in anticipation of the inevitable release.

As Ky continued to pound into me, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding together with a slick, wet sound, I knew I was about to shatter into a million pieces.

“Do you want to come, beautiful?”

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