Thread: Sleeping Beauty (Haruchai & Malicious Lullaby)

And yet, despite the fact she rejected his claim, it didnt stop him. It didnt deter him. If anything, he seemed all the more encouraged to take her and make her his. No matter how she hit his chest to push him away, he wouldnt budge. This man was heavier than her, stronger than her and he had the determination of a stubborn bull. That when he pushed so deeply, a deep cry of both pleasure and anguish came from her. Pleasure for her body couldnt seem to resist the foul beast that awoke her from her five hundred-year slumber. Anguish because she couldnt fight against a beast that was determined to make her his against her will. It was one hell of a catch-22 if she ever knew one. For a moment, Helena felt victorious in knowing that she was able to successfully push him back. But he didnt go away empty handed. No, he took her with him and soon she was discarded of her dress like it was an abhorrence, leaving her nude. Her pert and shapely breasts were revealed to him, pink nipples hardened against the cool air that permeated the room. Her skin was soft, milky and smooth, not a single blemish, save for a couple of birth marks on the back of her legs but that only added to the intrigue of her curvy body. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as he handled her roughly but soon she was forced down onto her stomach, that any chance of any escape was incredibly futile. This man had every power to hurt her if he so chose it. By the way his hand had found her throat earlier, holding her down with a threatening menace, Helena had no doubt in her mind that if he so wanted to, he could truly hurt her if she continued to defy him. And yet, the matter of her pride and dignity were on the line, enough to risk her safety if it meant she could hang onto them for a little bit longer. If he took her like this so often, filling her with shame and having no regard to her honor and purity, or her stature as a princess, she wondered just how long it would be before shed be an empty shell of her former self. His cock forced back into her tight depths, stretching her so exponentially that it felt like her pussy walls were going to break, he was so thick and rough. Her hands gripped the bedding on the dais tightly and as he threatened to treat her like an animal for her constant defiance, a newfound sense of confidence surged through her. Helena twisted her body and tried to pry his hands off of her, trying to push him back but that only served to anger him more. He spanked her and a loud cry of pain came from her, the stinging sensation something she disdained but her body found it intoxicating. He plunged deep into her each time, roughly violating her. Her hand once more gripped the bedding on the dais and she pulled so tightly, she heard a tear. Her cries were loud and full of pleasure and no longer could she ignore the way her body felt. She felt the rise of pleasure from this position, his cock hitting something profoundly delicious inside of her repeatedly that it made it difficult to hold back. Her body reached the full peak of pleasure and it just combusted, coursing through her like wildfire. Her body shook, her pussy gushed and she cried out deeply as the tremors of pleasure racked through her unwillingly. Neither did she try to dispel the feeling away. It was something else entirely and there was a part of her that wished to experience it again and again. And again.