Humiliated tears trickle down her cheeks. Bottom lip wobbling, she lets her mouth fall open and he slams his cock so deep down her throat that she chokes and jerks back, coughing.
“Poor thing,” he says, not meaning it at all. “Never sucked cock before? Such a pampered little darling. It’s alright. I’ll have you all trained up in no time. Maybe I’ll have you warm my cock when I’m doing my reading at night, train you to suck and suck, hmm?” he says.
He’s not making sense at all. She understands in a vague and surreal way that he means to marry her, but it can’t truly be that easy? Surely, he’s lying to her. He doesn’t know her at all and if he’s really as powerful as he sounds, then there is no benefit to their marriage.
He pries her mouth open and pushes the fat head of his cock at her lips again, pressing on her tongue a bit and not so deep this time, not choking down her throat. She swirls her tongue around it experimentally, feeling confused by the emotions and sensations in her body.
“That’s it, darling. Good girl,” he praises, his fingers massaging her scalp. “Use your tongue more and suck. That’s it. Smart girl. You’re a quick learner, aren’t you. Smart little thing,” he says.
She’s always responded well to compliments. She finds herself preening and wanting to try harder to please him, sucking and licking his cock, making him harder in her mouth. He pulls back and his cock comes free from her mouth with a loud, wet noise.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he says, looking down at her disheveled face, saliva and precum clinging to her tongue, wetting her chin and over her cheeks. “Look at these pretty lips. Who could resist, really?” he comments, pushing three fingers into her parted mouth, sinking in deep and pressing onto her tongue until he’s gagging her. He doesn’t let free and spit runs down the corner of her lips as he finger fucks her mouth and down her throat with his fingers.
Her own hand reaches up in panic, trying to push him away so she can draw in air. Tears burn in her eyes and drip down her cheeks, salt coating her tongue.
“You’re even pretty when you cry,” he chuckles, finally pulling his hand away and letting her draw air in gasping breaths.
He only lets her gasp in a lungful before he plunges the same wet fingers between her legs, fucking her with three fingers at once. “Ah, Mis- Daddy- No,” she whimpers.
She cries out, high and loud as she tries to escape. He holds her down easily with just a hand on her belly, pressing down and the other curling between her legs, like a hook keeping her in place. He pushes in deep, and then pulls out. He makes an odd noise and stops for so long that she peers down at him through tear-filled eyes.
“You’re really innocent, aren’t you?” he murmurs and she sees the red tint on his fingers, blood from him breaking her hymen with his fingers. “Poor thing. You must be so terrified. Your first time and you’ve gotten yourself a man who doesn’t even bother being careful, hmm?” he comments, leaning up to capture her lips, grasping her chin with the bloodied fingers and coloring her pale skin stark red. “Such a pretty little thing. All for me,” he growls.
Crying openly now, her mouth is forced open as he licks into her and then leans down to grab her by her ankles and spread her legs open.
Without warning, he starts licking into her pussy, tongue plunging in as deep as it can go and then swirling in her tight heat.
“Ah, ah,” she sobs out as his fingers join his tongue, shoving them in deep and moving them around. It feels so exposing, to have him touch such a private part of her. She’s never even fingered herself before and he’s doing it so callously, spreading her open and penetrating her with his fingers and his tongue.
The pain is all but gone now, replaced by pleasure so intense that she throws her head back against the sheets and sees white.
He pulls back and grins, watching her come with his fingers still buried deep inside her. “Look at you. My little virgin slut,” he growls, plunging his finger in and curling them up, touching a spot inside of her that sends all her thoughts flinging to oblivion.
“I’m not- I’m-” she cries. He’s contradicting himself. She can’t be both a virgin and a slut, right? It feels so good though, to have him touch her like this, seize control so she doesn’t need to do anything except submit.
He keeps fucking her with his fingers until her vision whites out entirely and she passes out from the intensity of the sensations going through her.
Chapter Four: Surrender
She is only unconscious for a few seconds before she wakes, seeing the man- the wolf, still looking at her like she’s a particularly delectable meal and he’s trying to decide where to begin. There is blood on the bottom of his chin and she is fearful, for a split second, that he had eaten part of her and she just hasn’t felt it yet. But then she remembers it is only from him taken her virginity with his fingers and his tongue and heat rushes to her cheeks at how perverse and inappropriate that is.
“Mister-” she stops at the stern look on his face and corrects herself hastily, “Daddy?” she whimpers.
“That’s it,” he grins. “Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing,” he praises. “Daddy’s going to fill you up right away.” He punctuates the sentence with a kiss to her ankle, and then appears to change his mind about just a kiss and licks up her feet too. “Sweet little kitten,” he murmurs, spreading her legs wide open and rubbing his hard cock between her pussy lips.
“Daddy- Daddy, no,” she whimpers, frightened by the sheer size that he’s trying to fit inside of her. “You cant- you won’t fit,” she pleads. “You’re going to tear me,” she whimpers.
“Of course I can, kitten. You’re made for me, remember?” he says, and he sounds so certain of it that she can’t help but wonder if she’s the one being unreasonable. Maybe he’s right and she’s just overreacting.
But she feels the head of his cock pushing against her opening and her mouth parts to let out a keening whine.
“Shh,” he coos, like he’s trying to calm a frightened animal. He’s not too far off. She is really terribly frightened.
“You can’t- you can’t-” she gasps, fear making the words stick on her tongue. She doesn’t know if she’s allowed to change her mind.
“You’re so soft, darling. Look at your little pussy. You’re just hungry for it, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head in vehement denial, hair sweeping over her eyes. “No, no. I’m not- I’m not,” she hiccups, trying to fight the pleasure and her body’s desire to tilt her hips up and take him deep, fuck herself on his thick cock and fill her hole up.