Page 66 of Servitude to Serpents

“Give it to me, then. Please. Oh, God,” I gasp as he rolls his hips grinding against my clit, and I’m stretched, I’m so full, my breath only comes in tiny gasps. “Give me your rage. I can take it.”

His eyes darken as he leans back, taking in the sight of me as he pulls out to the tip, barely bobbing it in and out of my clenching, soaked cunt. It’s a chance, an opportunity to take it back. My hands find his shoulders as I slam him back inside me, my head canting back as he picks up his rhythm, fucking me on his desk.

My body is all nerves as he works me over, his lips capturing mine again. Master fucks me daily, in all manner of ways. Never has he kissed me.

Never.

His hand knots in my hair, angling my head as his swollen cock stretches my core, my walls clamping and spazzing with each thrust. His free hand jerks me over to the ledge of the desk, dipping between us as he gathers up my arousal. My breath hitches as his thumb finds my puckered hole, pressing inside it with the same brutal efficiency. I bow, screaming out my orgasm as it jerks its way through me, but of course, he doesn’t stop there.

“There you go, baby. You scream so pretty.”

“Yes,” I groan.

“You want more? Should I stench your ass with my cock?’

“Please, Sir.”

With that, he jerks out of me, angling my hips up as the tip of his soaked angry cock presses against my asshole. My core is throbbing, still clamping and spasming around nothing, desperate to be filled again. I whimper as he slips the head of his cock in, my body immediately tensing as he pushes in further. “Relax your fucking ass, or I’ll choke you until you’re unconscious and take it then,” he warns.

“Yes.”

“Play with your clit, baby.”

“My hand snaps down to work myself over, and God, I’m vibrating. Quickly, my body’s resistance subsides, whimpering as he slips into me, the overwhelming fullness making it hard to breathe, but still, I want more. I need more, and my master knows it.

“Poor Pup needs her little cockhole filled, doesn’t she? Such a greedy, whimpering mess you are.”

And I am, sobbing, begging, desperate as he kisses me again. Suddenly, he can’t get enough. When he groans against my mouth, I gush, my arousal slickening everything.

“I’m going to come again,” I yelp, leaning into that burning, taunting pull deep in my belly. It's only then that I see what Master intends to fill me with, but I’m too far gone to care.

He tsks. “Not until I work this inside of you.”

The oddly shaped, bulbous end of Master's wax seal is cold as it's pressed against me. A fleeting moment of apprehension fills me at the palm-sized object being slowly pushed against my entrance, even as my orgasm is looming overhead. His cock throbs deep, jerking in my tight hole as he forces himself to still, slowly spinning and twisting, manipulating the blub as he pushes and pleasures.

I cry out, my body thrumming. “It won’t fit. It’s too big, please.”

“Hush, baby. Breathe and bear down when I say, understand?”

Fuck, it hurts. I’m so full, so stretched. I can’t speak, can’t take it as he twists the seal again, pushing it deeper. My eyes widen as I look down, a choked sound leaving me because it’s not even halfway inside me. Master pauses, his breath heaving with the effort to stay still. “Fuck, I can already feel it pressing on my cock.”

The words leave him in a gruff moan, and it's nearly my undoing. I watch in part horror, part fascination as I gush, my cum slickening the bulb. The pleasure is long past bordering on pain as he makes a sound of approval. “Now, bear down for me. There you go, good girl.”

I do, whimpers and tears coating my cheek as my core and ass stretch and burn.I’m so full. God, I’m so full. I can’t. I’m sobbing, my body trembling as I open my mouth to ask—no,beg—Master to take it back out, but he leans forward, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and my body gives. My core sucks the bulbous end inside me, the seal itself sitting just outside my core, sporting the twin rifles and their serpentine counterparts.

Master releases my nipple, giving me a moment to adjust before he twists the bulb inside me, leaning back to appreciate his work. “Look how pretty you are, how perfect. My perfect girl.” I scream, my voice going hoarse as a violent climax rips through me.

“Fuck, Pup, there you go.”

I spurt, the gushing fluid soaking us both as he groans.

Master doesn’t move, knowing I’m too filled for that, his thumb finding my clit instead. I whimper frantically, trying to dislodge his hands, only to be slammed into the desk. “I’ve not said you’re done.”

“I can’t,” I sob. “It’s too much. I want to stop now.”

“Poor Pup. Her cunt feels too good, doesn’t it?”

I nod, pleading with my eyes for him to stop.

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