“It hurts, doesn’t it, omega?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I whimpered.
“You told Neegan you weren’t afraid of me. That’s changed now, hasn’t it.”
“Yes, Alpha,” I sobbed.
“Good.”
If I expected him to slow, he didn’t. With his cock thoroughly moistened by my slick, he had no difficulty pressing in and out of my body even through my reluctance. I cried out and he fucked me even more roughly, almost as if my whimpers were spurring him on.
I would have kept quiet, but that had long since proved impossible.
He thrust in and out of my ass with brutal intention, fucking me in a way that ensured I never got used to it. Every time his pelvis slapped against my backside, I would tense, and a fresh wave of agony would punish me from within.
This wasn’t a fucking for me. This was a fucking for him, and he was enjoying himself. But amongst the pain and the punishment, something else was welling to life from so deep within me that I knew nothing was going to stop it.
From the tips of my toes, my body began to burn. He took my bound wrists into his hands and I blazed even hotter. I could feel my core spiraling inward on itself and it took everything in me to breathe through my sobs. It didn’t take long for my cries to turn into undignified moans. Without his cock inside my pussy, my slick simply dripped down my thighs. He jerked into my asshole roughly and I felt the warmth of my arousal all the way down on my calves. I shuddered hard at the realization.
I knew better than to beg now. It wouldn’t grant me mercy. It would only make this harder on me.
So I gave in. I gave him everything and my world transformed into an ethereal bliss that threatened to tear me apart from the inside out.
The fire inside me flared hot and I moaned with shameful intention. I pushed back against him just as savagely as he fucked me. He released my hair, and I allowed my cheek to press against the table, lifting my hips and taking him even more deeply than I could have imagined.
My bottom hole still hurt, but that no longer mattered. The pain had twisted together with my pleasure, morphing into one intoxicating sensation that refused to let me go.
I took him, every last inch until I was on the precipice of orgasm.
His hips slammed into mine and I keened loudly as my release crashed over me. I shuddered hard and my entire body tightened so much that a jolt of pain rattled me senseless. Exquisite white-hot bliss flared through me unabated, scorching my entire body. My toes curled and my fingers gripped his wrists as he held me in place, never slowing as he took what was his to take.
My screams echoed all around me as the wet sound of Magnar claiming my last virgin hole reverberated deep into my soul.
“You will come for me until I’m through using this tight little hole, omega,” Magnar growled and another scalding hot flame burned through my core. Slick poured down my legs as my body cramped hard from the power of his growl.
With that single sound, he made me orgasm once again. He thrust into my bottom ruthlessly, forcing me to come again and again with his cock until I soon lost track of where I was or who was even around.
It no longer mattered that people were watching. It was as if they were no longer there. Now it was just Magnar and me, my body and his cock, my pleasure and his.
I came so many times that my body grew sore and still he fucked me. As the ache from so much pleasure tore through me, there was a point when I began to fear it. With so much ecstasy, my body began to fight back.
Every orgasm started to hurt.
He was turning my pleasure into punishment. I wasn’t in heat. My body wasn’t prepared to be used so hard and so thoroughly. My orgasm ripped through my core, twisting it into a vise that rendered me undone. Each burst of bliss quickly turned far more brutal than the last.
I cried out.
Then he made me come again with a vicious growl.
And then he forced me again.
Over and over until I knew nothing but the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my asshole.
Pleasure.
Agony.
The void of somewhere in between.