Thread: The first SeeD of trouble (Zafirah, godfang)

Rinoa had tensed up at his howl, shrinking back instinctively-- the noise cut through the sensual haze, touching that part of her that was afraid of him-- but then he split her open , pushing himself inside her. She cried out in pain as her pussy stretched agonizingly to accommodate the inhuman girth of his cock. He thrust inside her again she whimpered out in fear as she felt her insides pushed apart, feeling every distinct contour and curve of his cock-- and as he thrust inside her again, there was a second sudden swell of sensation, mingling with the wake of the first, and mind-numbing in its intensity. A thought crossed her mind, distantly, as she surrendered to the flood of pleasure washing through her body with every thrust, setting all her nerves afire. She'd lost control of the situation the moment she'd called him down with her legs pinned in the air, lower lips open and visible to anyone who walked in the door if he wanted to expose her to them, and her senses blurring together in an orgiastic haze, there was no use fighting it. No use worrying about it now. Had she been trapped like this, she wondered a cry in her throat as the muscles in her pussy started to spasm around his shaft, she was on the verge of cumming hard and she remembered this oh so clearly now -- abandoned in a hotel room, attached to a powerful spirit that would simply fuck her senseless every time she came to? -It wouldn't be so bad, to be like this forever,- a little voice in the back of her head chimed in as Rinoa's orgasm reached its crest. -There are worse fates than this.- And Rinoa ached inside as she wanted to say Yes! or No! as her body flooded her mind with every reason she could think of for just giving in. If he had been human, she would have been torn asunder-- but he was something more than mortal. The ache of his cock in her cunt was scarcely noticeable anymore, leaving just the waves of glorious sensation. Submission was not so bad... ...but in the back of her mind, she remembered what happened when she had been weak, and other wills had subsumed her own. Rinoa opened her eyes, dreamily, and gazed upon the man-spirit fucking her with a new light. If he'd noticed that she'd come, there was no sign of it-- he was spreading her open as if he'd not been between her legs for the past five, ten minutes, as if he'd just started. There was no animosity in this. This wasn't torture. This wasn't mind control. For whatever reason, he-- he wanted her, like she knew she wanted him inside her, pounding, shaking the bed with every thrust. He might not be human, but what human could compare to this? A smile briefly lit her lips as she let her head loll back onto the mattress, putting her hands around his cock again they'd fallen to the side, somewhere along the line, and gave herself to whimpers as she felt another orgasm starting to build, a fluttery crest of the growing wave... His voice brought her out of her reverie. She didn't know how many times she'd come since that deep voice had last reached her ears-- she'd lost count somewhere between four and five, and they were coming faster and faster as he worked her body like a machine. I didn-, Rinoa gasped, trying to draw a breath and remember how to speak, dinn't think it was-- was ever-- OH, yes, more like that...