Then a steel rod thrust into me from behind me, penetrating me with a brutal force, until it embedded deep inside me. I cried out at the incredible pleasure and slight pain.
He thrust and thrust, making me even hornier.
“It feels so good to be filled by your cock, Héctor,” I breathed out between lustful moans.
He didn’t slow down. He didn’t give me any break. He pulled out a few inches and thrust back in rapidly. The sound of flesh slapping flesh got my blood boiling with raw need.
“Moan my name, Lamb,” he ordered, thrusting into me with domination and white-hot passion.
My mates were all demanding like that. So I was going to return the favor and make them work for it.
“Make me moan your name, then, mate,” I challenged, slamming my hips back toward his base, hitting his loaded balls.
“You call for it, little mate,” he hissed in pleasure and rose to my challenge.
He pounded between my thighs, his speed lightning fast, his strength amazing, and his fingers sank into my ass.
Every heavy, brutal stroke pushed me to the sweet edge.
Sweet agony.
I loved Héctor fucking me like this. He was no longer a demigod, but he fucked just as hard and good.
He spanked me and pushed into me harder, his cock growing even larger. I couldn’t bite back my groans and I moaned his name breathlessly.
“Have enough, Lamb?” he asked roughly and spanked me again, his cock thrusting hard into me, filling my every inch and stretching my muscles. “Is this a good fuck for you, woman?”
My molten core tightened around his large shaft and milked it mercilessly in retaliation and tease. He let out a low, beastly groan, which nearly undid me.
We matched well.
His powerful legs pressed against mine as his thick crown embedded so deep inside me. I wanted to swallow him whole. I wanted to be melded to him.
“I’ll fuck you raw and sore, until you can no longer move, until you’re so done and beg me to stop,” he growled, his movements became more dominating and possessive. “You’re mine, Lamb. Your pussy is mine, mine to play, to fondle, and to fuck. Everything about you is mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I might be yours, Héctor,” I moaned, still challenging him a little. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t born an easy target.
He pounded into me with such a force until I decided to surrender, since I wasn’t going to win this game.
“Fine, I’m yours,” I said when he wouldn’t even allow me to wiggle my ass to express my pleasure.
“Louder.”
“I’m yours, Héctor.” Saying it out loud also satisfied me somehow. It wasn’t all for his benefit, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
“That’s right, Lamb.” He confirmed. “That’s how things are. You’re mine. This pink pussy of yours is mine to possess and mine to claim. This pussy is made for my cock. I waited for it for eons, so I get to fuck you like this.”
He lifted my ass higher and drove into me brutally, enjoying the hell out of it. We locked so tightly our flesh became one. His lust became mine, and mine his.
My next moan of pleasure was cut short as Zak’s mouth found mine and his deep kiss seared me.
When he pulled his lips away, he promised, “If I hadn’t needed to stand watch and keep you safe, I’d have shoved my cock down your throat, Rosebud. But I need to take care of you first. After we get to safety, you’ll wrap your pink lips around my dick and suck hard. It’s been so painful for you.”
I gazed up at him with lust. I’d have his cock, too, soon.
Héctor delivered a sequence of rapid thrusts, and when he kept pumping into me, hard and powerful, I exploded around his cock. He panted hard as my inner walls clamped on his length and milked it with my Titan’s strength. He struggled to pound into me a few more times and emptied his seed.
“Love,” he said, his hand moving to stroke my tender clit again. “You sate me like no other. I can never get enough of you.”