Page 15 of Guarded By the Yeti

“I can’t stop,” he says.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He thinks for a second, and I feel his cock pulsating inside me. The pain is fading, and I’m starting to feel pleasure. I’ve never been so full in my life. I need him to move, but I also need him to do it in a way that doesn’t break me.

He runs his hand down my stomach soothingly. I relax. He presses onto my belly, and a jolt of electricity snaps through me. My pussy gushes, coating his cock with my juices.

“Do that again,” I say.

He presses down on my belly again, and it’s like he’s massaging his own cock through my stomach. Lust explodes in my core.

“Move.”

He does, pulling out gently, and pushing back in. He hits my cervix again, and I let out a moan. I’m pretty sure he fit in one more inch, but I’m not going to complain. His hand moves from my stomach to his cock, and he grips his length to make sure that when he thrusts again, he won’t accidentally bury himself to the hilt at the expense of my reproductive organs. With this rudimentary safety measure in place, he starts fucking me fast and hard, and I scramble to hold on to something. I grip the headboard tightly. He doesn’t give me time to think or adjust. He plunges into me again and again, until my brain feels like mush.

Tension grows in my core. Pain mixes with pleasure, creating a cocktail that sends me over the edge fast. Faster than I expected. The orgasm is sinful, delicious. It rattles my bones and makes my eyes roll in my head. I let out a cry. Kaelthar doesn’t stop. I’m wetter now, and he slides in and out easily.

I stare at this monster that’s practically drenched in blood. His wounds drip all over me, and I’m slick with my sweat and his blood. It turns me on even more, and I know it’s wrong. Sick. But I can’t help it. I’m a Carvassi, after all. The only Carvassi left alive. I’m not innocent by any means. I don’t think I ever was. Maybe Kaelthar thought I was innocent, but when this is over, when he empties himself inside me and hopefully can think straight again, I will tell him the truth. Will he reject me? Not a chance. Not after what we’ve been through. Now I know the sight of blood makes both of us want to fuck. We were made for each other.

Before I realize what’s happening, he flips me onto my belly, grabs my hips, and enters me from behind. He still has his fist inplace. I hold onto the sheets, and my breasts bounce as he fucks me hard, seemingly losing control.

“I’ll fill your pussy with my seed,” he says in a low, growly voice. He doesn’t sound like himself. He sounds like a dark – really dark – version of him has taken over. “I’ll fill your belly... You’ll take all of it.”

“Mm... yes...”

He seems satisfied by my answer. He pushes inside me one more time, lets out an animalistic howl, and I feel him burst. He literally explodes, and his cum is hot and rich, it warms my belly and my entire body. I come a second time, burying my head in the pillow. My pussy throbs around him, clenching and unclenching, milking him to the last bit. He comes and comes. I can feel the tip of his cock twitch as he pours more and more inside me. My body is shaking, I’m slick with sweat, and my knees are jelly.

Kaelthar holds me in place until he’s done. Then he slips out, and I feel his cum follow. I squeeze my walls, but I can’t hold it in; it’s simply too much. I collapse on my stomach, but Kaelthar wants to see my face, so he flips me onto my back. He stares into my eyes as he slowly massages his cum into my skin. My folds and my clit are sensitive. When he circles my clit a few times, I have a tiny orgasm that rips a yelp out of me.

“So, you can talk,” he says.

I nod.

“Care to explain yourself?”

He inserts a finger into my pussy as he says that, and I bite my lower lip and grin at him.

“You’re not the princess I thought you were.”

“If by princess you mean someone weak...”

“I never thought you were weak.”

His voice is back to normal, and there’s a gentleness in his gaze. He removes his finger and rolls onto his side. He places hishand on my waist, and I roll into him, pressing my naked, sweaty body to his.

“Tell me what happened,” he says. “What really happened.”

I shake my head. I’m silent for a minute, because I don’t know where to begin.

“It’s not a happy story.”

“Considering how it ended for your family... I figured.”

“First of all, I need you to know that I didn’t lie to you. You thought I was mute, and I let you believe that, but not because I wanted to lie to you. It’s just... It’s my way of coping. I know it might sound silly, but when someone dies...” I shake my head again and avert my gaze. This is hard for me. “When someone I love dies, I mourn them by not talking for three days. I don’t know why I do it. It started when I was twelve.”

His eyes widened. “Twelve?! You were twelve when someone you loved died?”

“I was twelve when my best friend died. My only friend. She gossiped about me, and like a fool, I went and complained to my father. He killed her and her family. I didn’t know how to react. I was in shock. My father told me he did it for me. He said that no one talks shit about his daughter and lives to do it again. And I didn’t... I didn’t know what to say. I kept opening my mouth, nothing would come out, so I stopped trying. I didn’t speak for three days.”

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