Page 35 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

My pussy felt swollen and achy. Starving. Needy for a thick cock to push into it.

“You’d think I’d learn by now that you bolt the moment you sense a weakness.” He grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked, hard. The button popped off, rolling somewhere never to be found. It didn’t matter anyway when Armel was behind me, yanking my panties down and shoving his face straight into my cunt, eating at me with vicious focus. He worked my clit so hard my orgasm arrived on the back of a toe curling, throat constricting scream.

Overwhelmed. Totally overwhelmed by all of the sensations rushing into me. The sting from the slap still radiated on my ass. My heart still beat in triple time, not yet having gotten the memo that I’d been caught, and the gig was up. I could barely get air in. Air traveled in and out of my lungs in noisy, wheezing, rattles. Armel continued. Shoving what felt like his entire hand into my pussy, thrusting in and out with gentle but firm, focused strokes.

“My cub, you’re so fucking hot like this. I didn’t even have to tell you to get into breeding position. Your little cunt is begging to be mounted and bred. But we’re going to do things differently today.”

His fingers glanced against my g-spot and I saw stars.

“There it is.” He cooed, rubbing in wide circles, tickling my insides, and making my toes curl as I arched my head to the sky and cried out a satisfied wail that announced a messy, squirting, leg weakening orgasm that had Armel sucking from my cunt, drinking every drop that released.

“What a good little bitch you are. You want your stud to fill you. Pump you full of baby cubs. Fill your womb, and when those are born, breed you again.”

His words jumbled as I heard something tear, right before a wet plop landed on my asshole.

“We’re doing something different though. We’re going to break in this winking bud that teases me every time you bend over to get fucked.”

His thumb traced the skin. Despite the aggression of his words, his touch was soft and exploratory. He pumped into me with just the tip of his finger, pressing the lube in as he gently added the tip of a second finger.

My body felt drugged. Hopped up on speed, and also taffy-like and languid because of the piggyback orgasms he’d just treated me to. The combination making his explorations so pleasurable, I wasn’t capable of doing much more than spreading open my legs, thrusting my ass against his fingers, and fucking them deeper into my untried hole.

“Little Cub. Another surprise.”

He leaned over me, pressing kisses to my temple as he continued to slowly introduce my asshole to his fingers, one more searching digit at a time. He cooed and encouraged. Occasionally would open another packet and press the lube further into me.

“It’s time for you to submit.” He ground out, pressing his cock head to my asshole. “Tap out now little one, or I’m taking what was promised to me. Your brood stud never needs to know we broke his rule.”

Those words were like fingernails dancing across my skin. I erupted in a riot of gooseflesh, pleasure dancing across my skin, through my spinal cord, and deep in my synapses, releasing another heady does of dopamine.

“Green.” I whined, spreading myself open, lowering my head even further down into the ground, trying to get into the deepest, most prostrate version of mounting position I could.

“Do it, Armel. I want you to take my asshole.”

“Ohhh fuck, baby.” His tip went in and I lost my breath.

“Push.” He coached. “Try to force me out with these muscles.”

His fingernail traced around my wrinkle before running softly along the skin along the cleft of my ass up to my lower back.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good.”

He collected the moisture that dripped from my pussy, and coated where we were joined, pressing further in.

“Halfway.” He hunched over me, his chest against my back, his mouth sucking at my neck before whispering sweet things into my ear. No part of my body missed his attentions. He licked, and sucked any skin that was close to his mouth, his hand caressed my clit in gentle circles until he told me he was all in.

He held himself inside of me, giving me a moment to take a breath before he pulled himself out. And that is when I truly saw the solar system. Every centimeter he retreated lit new nerves within that taboo channel. I wanted more. All of it. To never stop dangling from the precipice of a dark thrill I’d yet to dance with.

“Still green, baby?” he asked, turning my head so he could kiss me.

He poured so much passion into our joining I felt breathless, lightheaded. As if we made love face to face, exchanging sweet words and not pressed over a small log, my asshole spread wide to accommodate the girth of his cock.

“More.”

It was the only command he needed. He ground his hips against mine rolling them so his cock pressed against all of those nerves in my anus both as he pressed in and retreated. Pleasure stretched with long tendrils through my body. It turned time into something upside down, and indefinable. Yet, I felt the finale just a breath away. A shiny, onyx hued ball of energy that filled with the spitting spiking energy of an impending super storm on the horizon.

“Fuck, Miele, I love this.” Armel grunted as he worked his cock toward our conclusion. “I love you, Little Cub.”

He bit down on my shoulder, locking us together as his cock pumped hot cum into me for long moments. Warm strings shot deep into me, eventually spilling out onto the dirt beneath us. Neither of us moved. I couldn’t. Not because I was injured, or pinned on his cock, but because my body didn’t remember how to be a sentient being. I’d disassembled and didn’t know which way was up.

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