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Stinging
by Megan
We lie on my bed in the cool blue dusk light, unable to see all that well, but unwilling to turn on the stinging overhead light, and he pulls off my shirt and bites my breasts and I shiver and pull him on top of me, even as he asks if I want to "do this."
"Yes," I say decisively.
He thrusts inside me hard, but it goes in slowly, 'cause I'm still tight and sore from a hour ago at his house...
The best part is the going in, and I shudder and nearly come from the friction-pain-pleasure-wonder of his cock forcing its way inside me. I wrap my arms around his torso, and grip his shoulders and tilt up my hips to him. I can't help but indulge in a quick rape-fantasy. "Oh, yes..." I say. "Take me... Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god, my love, my love!" as he pulls out and thrusts it back in, a lot easier now, from the wetness inside me.
"Oh, my god, yes... Fuck me." I say.
"I am!" he says.
I smile, "Oh yes, I know..." I arch my back and arch against him and take him deep, deep, deep... "oh!"
"Fuck me harder. More, more, more, more, more..." I moan, softly, but he hears, and shoves against me...
"Ah! Yes! More, oh, my love, my beloved, yes..."
He plunges deep inside me as I just lie there, holding him, whispering, "Oh, yes, my love. I am yours! I am yours..."
And then he pushes against my knees and I push against the wall above my head and clench myself around him and thrust up against him, goading him on when he weakens or tries to hold back. He takes a deep gasp and grabs me and hammers into me, and I cry, "Yes, yes, Will, oh... my god, my god..." meaning him, trying to tell him that I know his secret, that I know he isn't human, that he doesn't belong here fucking silly mortal girls, and I reach around under my thighs and grab him and pull him into me even harder, and we lose our balance and roll onto our sides and I clench around him as hard as I can...
And when he finally pauses, panting, just hanging over me and sliding it in and out, with a sharp little jerk at the top of each slide, the sort that makes me smile and moan, I slip away from him and push him gently out of the way and then turn onto my stomach, and spread my legs at him, and I feel him cover me with his warm, delicious weight, and his cock pokes at me, and I'm so wet that it just slides right in, and we both groan at the wonderful, exquisite feeling of it just going in... oh... "Yes..." I murmur. And he takes my hips and fucks me so fucking hard, and I scream at him and weep and whimper, "Oh, my beloved, my beloved. Yes, take me, fuck me, use me, enjoy me, please, my love, please, come in me, please, oh, my love, FUCK me!" And I grip my nails into the blankets and push one hand against the wall and shove myself brutally back against him and grind into him and he reaches his arms under me and takes my breasts and holds me and fucks me and I cry and moan and ache and try to find something to bite down on and clench and hold and he fucks me so hard that my muscles ache from pushing against him, and I beg him, with a catch in my voice, to come, to come in me, to love me, to never stop fucking me, to release me... oh...
And then suddenly it's a whole lot wetter in my cunt, and he slows down, and I squeeze him with my cunt and grit my teeth and growl and, and he tries to take it out and I follow him and it goes back in and I "mmm", and he tries again, but I won't let him go, so he finally just collapses on me, exhausted and sweaty and perfect, and my cunt throbs around his cock, and I never want him to leave me, but he pushes himself up again and pulls it out, and I writhe over onto my back and let him lie down with his head on my breasts and one of his legs thrown over me, and he just touches my nipples gently and breaths hard and I stroke his back and his hair and kiss him everywhere I can stretch my neck to. "Oh, my sweet. You are so wonderful and lovely and perfect and delicious and marvelous and... and I love you."
He coughs, and kisses my neck. "I love you, too," he wheezes. And we strain ourselves to kiss awkwardly, and then just lie there while the twilight settles into night, and I can barely see his shape.
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