Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX Orianne gripped the bed out of fear as she felt him approach. He wasn't slow or hiding of his actions as he surrounded her body. It was to quick, she thought he was different... she was wrong. A strangled sound came from her throat as he thrust into her slowly. Ni kubwa mno. It is too big. Her voice came through clenched teeth. Her pussy felt each passage of his large cock into her moist channel. He stilled, something that caused her to whimper with hope. Her eyes were squeezed as tightly as her hands on the sheets beneath her. It was short lived as he pushed on her back and then jerked on her long blonde locks. She cried out, and not in pleasure as her head was yanked back. Silently she pressed her hips up more to offer deeper penetration and arched her back. Both actions were not unfamiliar to the South African beauty. As the male behind her began to thrust into her, pounding her pussy with vigor, her ass bouncing against his abdomen. His groans made her shake with her heavier tears falling. The fucking he soon gave her took her to another time in her life... Strangled moan after strangled moan left her throat as the rough fucking forced her forward on the surface. Tears ran in torrents over her cheeks as the male mercilessly fucked her, thrusting harder and faster and laughing at her screams, all muffled behind the gag he'd placed on her. Fluid ran from her body, blood and nectar... In this case it was only her nectar, fearing the beating he would give her if she failed to bring him pleasure. She held back on her screams, muffling them by closing her lips. Her fingers white knuckled the sheets, the force of his thrusts pitching her forward, though his hands dug at her hips holding her into the prime position for him to have her... Hearing his growl caused her to tremble in fear as his hands slid along her supple body. He grasped her tender orbs, so differently than in the water, here he was rough... groping and pinching at the sensitive nipple. She cried out, Mume hakuna, kuacha. Tafadhali, ni machungu. Husband no, stop. Please it hurts. His hand relinquished her hair and began stroking her clit, rubbing and stroking the sensitive bud. She cried harder until he moved her, lifting her torso to press against his chest. It was new, not as brutal and the angle of his fucking changed as well. She moaned softly, her lips parting unexpectedly as his cock stroked something deep inside her body that caused her to quiver. His breath tickled her flesh, the rising of her torso caused her fingers to relax and lift from the sheets. One slipped behind her to hold his pistoning hip, the other held her breast with him. His lips caressed her flesh before his teeth raked and marked the sensitive skin. The action caught her off guard, it was pleasant, but still the tears fell. His lips caressed her neck and then her ear, she quivered as he said her name. Aching lips strove to meet his in a passionate kiss, her thoughts were clearing. But the savage thrusting didn't stop. Orianne screamed into his mouth, her fears coming true... all sex was savage and without pleasure. Except the few mistakes he'd made and given pleasure, it was something he quickly rectified and stabbed into her harder. The kiss stopped abruptly and she felt him pull from her after giving her instructions. Turning her head she looked at him through blurry blue eyes. Moving back onto the bed she slid along her back, the sheets feeling cool. Her legs spread inviting the male back in... Closing her eyes O trembled, and in terror that it would be the same as before. Her eyes opened slowly to watch the male, wondering all the while what happened to the male from the lake. The male that had cared about her pleasure and feelings instead of just his own. Please... be gentle... like before in the water... She pleaded with him. How could one not see that terror was ruling her in these moments. Malcolm had found her in a fertility ceremony... her husband raping her while she screamed and the others of her tribe egged on her husband. Sadly she was mostly numb to his torture, fingers tugging and gripping her nipples hard. Blade dripping blood as he howled and stabbed in a new symbol on her back. She remembered looking up and focusing on his pale face, begging him in English to help her. She didn't know another way, he'd been around before... checking on her. When he did nothing her anger grew and a storm burst out upon the land, breaking up the ceremony and angering her husband who began beating her. Would Darren beat her if she didn't please him on the bed? Her lower lip trembled, the tears continued to fall...