Page 38 of Savagely Mated

I am scared, but I’ve been scared before. I am also so fucking turned on I can barely contain myself. I don’t want to show fear. I don’t want to submit. Einar can threaten me all he wants. He can fuck me all he wants. He won’t own me.

“You can’t do anything to me,” I tell him, throwing one last mad challenge at him. “You’re all talk.”

With a snarl, Einar lunges and tackles me to the ground, his cock between my thighs as he manages to skillfully make me land without cracking my skull.

I find myself lying in the grass, one of his hands on my chest, the other at the base of my neck, his legs between mine as they spread for him.

There is no preamble. There are no soft words. No kiss.

I lose my innocence in one rough, powerful thrust.

I scream as he takes the remnants of my virginity away on the head of his dick as it surges inside me, finding the core of me with unerring accuracy. I am soaked with desire, which only serves to aid his conquest as he fucks me just as roughly as he said he would, the tender inner walls of my pussy struggling to contain his cock as it pounds me deep and long and hard.

I cry out in pleasure and in pain as I am mated just like the animal I know I am.

Looking up into his face, I see dominance and conquest. I see the flashing green fire of his determination to make me his, all his.

“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “You take it. You take all of it. Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” I squeak.

“Good,” he rumbles, giving me a harder thrust. “You pushed for this, little girl. You begged to be fucked like this, didn’t you.”

He pounds too hard for me to be able to give the answers, but yes, I did. I didn’t know it until the madness overtook me, until the animal inside me demand that her mate show her his strength. I’ve needed this for longer than I can admit.

This is the worst and best thing to ever happen to me. This is the first time I have physically truly felt what it means to be dominated by a male. His cock pounds deep inside me,spreading me open, taking my innocence, and turning the once secret, sacred depths of my body into his personal territory.

I writhe beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my mouth open, emitting noises of pleasure and helpless pain. When he leans over me and covers me with his body, his pubic bone makes contact with my clit and my hips start to dance up to him so I can rub and rut myself against him even as he fucks me toward what has to be his satisfaction.

I don’t know the exact moment I start coming. It just sort of sneaks up on me and explodes all of a sudden. What I do know is that my pussy is contracting hard around what feels like a thick fist of flesh inside my cunt. Einar is not thrusting as much now. I don’t think he can. I think his cock has performed some animal contortion inside me as I desperately grind my clit against him and my inner walls contract as pleasure rushes through me, leaving me clinging to my older lover with orgasmic desperation.

Einar comes inside my bare pussy with a roar, filling me up with his hot seed. This is a breeding. This is an alpha male ensuring that the female he has just conquered takes every drop of his cum. The knot inside me prevents him from sliding out, and it also stops his cum from escaping. I feel him trapped inside me, and I feel ripples of orgasm continuing with every little bit of motion from either one of us.

I am so very, very tired. I don’t know if it is the effects of too much pleasure, or if I am exhausted by shifting so often, or if I am just plain fucking weak, but I feel consciousness slipping away as I pass the hell out, still wrapped tightly around my new mate’s cock.

Kirin

It should have been me.

Einar stands up, panting, and runs his hand through his hair. He is standing over our mate like she is a fallen warrior, his legs spread shoulder width apart, his cock hanging heavy and depleted between his legs.

It should have been me.

I have never seen anybody fucked like that before. I have never picked up an unconscious young woman who has my blood brother’s seed leaking from between her thighs, but that’s what I do. He doesn’t deserve her.

It should have been me.

Darcy is unconscious, exhausted from her transformations, her fighting, her fucking. She is so brave, and so beautiful, and there is no way she deserved to lose her virginity that way. I know she wanted it. I know she straight up asked him for it. But she deserved better.

“I’m going to take her up to bed,” I say, my voice tight with unexpressed rage.

“Thank you,” he says. Like I just told him I was going to get pizza or some shit. There’s something wrong with Einar. There’s something wrong with all three of us, but especially with him.

I carry Darcy up to one of the guest rooms. I have dozens. The one I choose is closest to my own. Not a coincidence, obviously. I settle her on the coverlet, go and get a warm, wet cloth, and clean her ravaged pussy up as respectfully as I can.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “You deserve better than our brutality, but it is all the old man has to offer. You should stay clear of him. Don’t tempt him. And definitely don’t challenge him. I’m going to do my best for you, baby, but we all have claim. I wish we didn’t, but we do.”

She can’t hear me as I promise to look after her. She has no idea that I am with her, but I hope some part of her mind knows that she is being looked after. I hope she knows she’s loved, because after tonight, I know for sure I have never loved anybody as much as I love this girl.

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