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She fights me, clawing where she can reach until I shove her down and when she gasps, I roll her onto her stomach, straddling her lush thighs, pulling down her tights to mid-thigh to reveal her red thong, which I snap off, leaving angry, irritated stripes on her hips. Fuck, I love that. I use it to tie her hands behind her back, then spank her once, twice, over and over again, unrelenting until her fleshy ass is pink and hot to the touch.

Taste. Feast. Rut.

I pull her up by her hips, and dive my tongue into her, tasting both holes like before only this time the saltiness of her sweat invades my taste buds, feeding my fucking obsession. Whether she’s fighting me or encouraging me, I’m not sure. I tug my cock out of my sweatpants and then rise, up on my knees. I spread her ass and position myself at her wet entrance and in one jarring thrust I shove my entire cock into her until I hit a wall. I grunt, eyes crossing, stars in my subconscious aligning for once at the sound of that gasp.

“Fuck yes.” I growl.

I bend over her, tucking her shoulder beneath my chin, pounding into her from behind and lick up her jaw like a wild animal. Forgetting every inhibition I’ve ever had, reach over and under to pinch her clit between my fingers. Every muscle in this position burns but the tingling in my balls, turns into an ache to release.

“Always in those little fucking skirts. Nipples hard, flaunting this perfect ass. This is what you wanted isn’t it, Raven? You don’t want to be treated like a broken doll, fragile. No you want tobefucking broken because you aren’t.” I grunt.

“Do you like tormenting me? Hmm?” Even in this state her need to fight back is essential but every twist and struggle only spurs me on, taking me deeper. She needs to be claimed. Owned.

“You need to get fucked like the bitch in heat you are, don’t you, Siren?”

The moan. It’s a moan that’s the equivalent to a mind unraveling.

“I’m going to give you every drop of my cum, Raven. Do you know what’s deranged? I’ve imagined fucking you so much, these tits, this ass, this fertile little cunt and the sicker part is how fucking hard I get imagining you big and swollen with my child.”

Another gasp, and she’s fucking me back, meeting me thrust for thrust to find friction against my fingers tips rubbing across her clit. “Filthy, filthy fucking girl, getting fucked on the dirty ground. You hate that you love this, don’t you, Siren? How full my cock makes you feel, oh fuck, this pussy is too fucking good.”

Claim. Claim.CLAIM.

I’m barreling towards insanity, chasing this euphoria, groaning when I feel her pussy pulsate around me, gripping me like a vise. She’s gasping for me, a cacophony in the midst of the woods surrounding us and all its nocturnal creatures awakening. “That’s right. You love the way I fuck you, don’t you? You take my cock so fucking well,”thrust“so wet,”thrust“so hot,"thrust“so tight”thrust“so”thrust“fucking"thrust“perfect.”Thrust. “Give me your orgasm, Siren. God yes, just like that. Good fucking girl.”

I roar when my hips still then jerk once, twice and like a lion dominating his lioness, I bite her shoulder and we erupt together.

I empty all of me into her, only withdrawing when I’m fully soft and disengage. I tuck myself back into my sweats, pull up her leggings terribly and untie her hands, pocketing her ripped thong. She falls limply on the bed of fallen leaves and I fall beside her, breath ragged. I tug her to me, rubbing her arm, her wrists, touching her beautiful face, as the sun finally sinks and there’s nothing butstars glittering against Indigo like tiny diamonds and a sliver of the moon.

Whether seconds or minutes pass, I’m unsure. “C'mon,” I interrupt our silence, fully feeling the cold of the late September breeze Massachusetts has to offer. “Let’s get you home so I can clean you up.”

Raven sits up and winces, the sight of her with broken leaves and twigs in her dark, unruly hair, dirt on her smiling face, shadows dance across her features, that soft shine of the moon, makes her look ethereal in her satiated state. She reminds me of a fallen angel that chose to dive out of heaven and land here, with me.

She looks unreal.

She looks…

She looksmine.

My heart stops and I have to reach out to her. I have to touch her to verify she isn’t a figment of my imagination and what just transpired between us was real and not just another dream where I’ll wake up fucking my fist. I cup her face in my hands and she leans into my touch like a tamed hellcat being petted by her demon.

My dick stands at attention again.

I should’ve known once wasn’t going to be enough. That I would need more. Ache for more in her presence.

I lean forward and kiss her lips. Simple and yet somehow even more binding.

And my heart beats again.

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When I notice her limp, I offer to carry her on my back, a simple gesture but she climbs on, and we make it back to the dark two-lane road. I set her down and when we get to her house, she punches in the same code: 94732.

We get to her front porch she turns and pulls me in for a kiss. A kiss that turns into something needy. We close then lock the door behind us, she sets in her code and leads me past the couches, past the basement door, and to the last room on the right. Our clothes come off quickly, a heap by the bed, and she tugs me down and in a flurry of motions I’m inside of her wet heat, slick withmycum.

My mark.

The beast inside purrs.

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