Thread: A World of Orgasm Harvesters (NSFW)

RE A World of Orgasm Harvesters It happened so soon that her body hadn't managed to accomodate the intruder, to allow her tight, unsullied flesh to move around the forceful cock. She barely managed to stay there, unallowed to move a limb without the harvester deciding so. In her mind the pain of her thorn hymen mixing with the pain of the fallings, the shame and the feeling of truly being into his will, all of those thoughts danced and ran, popping one by one, again and again past her reason. Her eyes, made foggy by her tears, constantly showed her her feets and legs in the air, reminding her of how badly she ended, knowing that that position would be the one usually suggested for lovers in order to favour deeper penetration and stimulation. The sole thought made her guts to churn in protest, al together with the whole body of the harvester pressing against her thighs with all of his weight, making her to feel his hardness pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, until he bottomed inside of her and started to move around. Angie gurgled, and coughed, feeling her tender pussy, unused to insertions of any kind, being mauled in such a brutal manner, the presence of that hardness, anyway, made her almost curious to see if her smooth belly would show the bump of that insertion past her tight skin. As the harvester begun to hump her, rotating its hips and pushing itself as deep as he could, even feeling how much pressure it used to push her shoulder back, toward his body, until she felt something into the depths of her belly, a groan escaping her lips, as she felt it... she felt that her most sacred place, the one she sworn to give to her love once she had find one to build a family, her womb, now being poked, prodded by that raping cock. She sobbed, a slight sense of acceptance for her situation appearing now and then, but when the greenish body of the flying-cock froze and started to emit blood-chilling noises, she begun to fear terrible things, but the only thing she managed to understand, in that tragic ordeal, was the feeling of that shaft slightly bulging, twitching inside of her, until, with a low, desperate moan, she felt him ejaculate inside of her. She felt its spurts as an unfamiliar liquid warmth begun to pool inside of her womb, her eyes went off, her body already unable to withstand the feeling of being filled so much so soon, her breath coming in sharp, quick inhalations, face flushed red as the pressure building inside of her tight canal was too much, at the point that she begun to feel something thick and warm to leak from the tight seal of their unwanted union, tickling her soft flesh until it caressed her anus, making her shiver. But something was not as it was expected to be. She wanted to throw up, feeling the unease of that terrible situation, yet, she felt her body to relax, her muscles no longer clenching against the assailant, her legs limply hanging few inches at the sides of her head as her athletic body relaxed and stretched, allowing the harvester to claim additional leverage. She felt warm. Hot. Head spinning. Buzzing. Not with the sound of wings but as a result of an altered state ...wha... n-oh... her plea, more like a whispered moan. She felt strange each passing moment. The pain in her outstretched opening disappeared, soon replaced by the pleasurable feeling of her muscles clenching tightly around his meat, and within instants, she felt her mind abandoning her body, leaving herself alone to the crazy lust-adding fake-semen it had injected her. Her brain now like a broken computer, registering only pleasure, only good things, only positive feelings, fear long gone, even as its body moved up against her flat belly, slythering beneath her tank top and lifting its head, making it to tear the thin fabric easily, but the girl impaled to his shaft barely hummed, same for when his claw traced her soft skin, before, with a similar ripping sound, the tight syntetic fabric that held her breasts was nullified and springed like cut rubberbands at the sides of her chest, making her to feel the daylight's warmth on her young and pert chest. Her eyes looked at its insectile legs moving from her neck, slowly moving over her chest before making contact with her flushed skin, a surprised yelp followed by a light moan made past her lips, the feeling of ther nipples, turned rock-hard, being teased, toyed, played, tugged and pressed against the softness of her breasts, before resuming, like if he had forgotten, its dreadful thrusts into her flesh. Each hump of his body made her to groan and slightly bounce over the grass, her legs bobbing up and down with each thrust, she found herself holding tight to the harvester's thin legs on the sides of her body, using them for leverage, as her toes curled and clenched, eyes closed as tears stopped flowing, instead, extatic gasps and lewd slapping and squelching sounds echoed in her ears, making her know how good she is, how good she is serving her purpose, how good she feels and will feel again... again... and again... Feelings chased eachother, unable to form a clear queue in her brain, sparkles of pleasure flew over her body, taking off from her loins, tingling her belly, slowly raising trough her spine... neck and exploding in fiery flames and sparkles into her head. Slowly, her body organized itself for her first orgams, her vaginal muscles squirmed, trying to clench even tighter around the invading meatpole, her legs quivered and shook violently, her breaths coming in unarticulate, uneven shots until she open her eyes, gasping for air, mouth open agape in a silent scream as her whole body tensed.