Me hips jerked backward of their own accord, trying to push up to present my flushed opening to the alpha scenting me for readiness to mate. This time, my whimper was long and needy.
351’s only response was to lick at my neck, lapping at my sweat and tasting my skin while he breathed in my scent. Slowly, he moved down my body, licking at my shoulders and neck as he shifted next to the bench for ease of access until, finally, he moved around the back to stand between my spread legs.
I was shaking at this point, my fear of his brutal size nearly lost to the fog of hormonal bliss. My instincts, forced to the forefront by the artificial heat, relished in the alpha’s attention. He was so big, and strong, and I could practically taste his pheromones in the air as he scented me. They made the panicked voice in my head die to an indistinct murmur and the urge to mate overtake my frazzled mind.
When his tongue lapped at the small of my back, I keened pathetically and rolled my hips the small bit my restraints allowed, trying to make him focus on where I needed him the most.
It worked.
The heat from his breath brushed against my drenched opening as he slid down in a crouch behind me, followed by his big, warm hands as he grabbed a hold of my ass.
“Alpha,” I moaned, wishing with everything I was that he would mount me and finally end my torment.
The feral man growled again, making my pussy gush for him. When he dragged his tongue up through my folds to taste my offering, I nearly passed out.
“Ooooh! Yes!” I groaned, and—when he did it again— “Please!”
But 351 seemed in no rush. Despite my more and more desperate whimpers and pleas, he kept licking at my drenched sex, forcing sharp crackles of bone-shattering pleasure through my swollen clit every time he caught it with his tongue.
I struggled against my restraints, writhing mindlessly for his lips and tongue while he lapped at my sodden folds and buzzing clit. Pleasure rose from my toes up through my straining legs, threatening to throw me over a cliff I hadn’t known was so close, but in the core of my being, I knew it was all wrong. I wanted relief, needed it more than the air filling my lungs in pained gasps, but not from a sharp, superficial release brought on by having my clit manipulated.
He was my alpha. There was only one way he would be able to end my torment.
“Please, please fuck me—oh! Oh, God, please, alpha… take me. I need you. Please!” My voice wasn’t my own, pleasure-addled hormones making it much rougher than I’d ever sounded before. And, when he sucked my clit into his mouth in response, a growl I’d never even known I could produce ripped from my throat.
“No! Don’t! Not like this!” I thrashed against the sharp shocks of pleasure, fighting back the rising tide threatening to overcome me. “I don’t… I can’t! Inside! Please! I need you inside! Now!”
I don’t know if it was my words or my growl, but finally, he heard me.
The alpha growled deep in his throat in response, releasing my tormented clit. I felt him shift behind me, saw his shadow loom over my back when I desperately craned my neck to look at him. Huge, rough hands grabbed my hips, jerking at me as if to shift me into position. The strain on my shoulders and wrists from where the manacles held me in place made me grit my teeth, but when something hot and huge nudged at my weeping sex, all thoughts of discomfort evaporated.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted as I tried to arch my back and push myself down his cock, but the manacles kept me locked in place.
Not that the alpha needed my assistance.
Firm, heavy pressure pushed against my opening. My pussy gaped open in welcome, the steady drip of fluids from my core and liberal helping of oil easing my lower lips apart around his fat cock head. But even the rich amounts of lubrication didn’t change his size.
My pussy yawned open as wide as it could, desperate to allow him inside. Only he didn’t fit. His tip kissed my pink tunnel, but the girth of his head caught in my opening.
I mewled in frustration—but I needn’t have.
With a growl, the alpha dug his fingertips deep into my hips and shoved.
The pressure rose to the unbearable when he bore down on my opening with all his weight, but it only lasted a second before my pussy caved. White-hot relief mixed with agony as his thick cock head barreled into my unprotected pussy, forcing it much too wide in one, rough push.
I shrieked, clawing at the padded bench in an instinctive attempt to get away from the brutal intrusion, but his grip along with the manacles forced me to stay put. There was nothing I could do but endure.
The feral alpha didn’t pause to let me get accustomed to his size, either. Once his head popped inside my horrifically dilated opening, he rolled his hips and shoved home with far more strength than my body could ever hope to counter.
Despite the obvious force he put behind that first thrust, he sank into me excruciatingly slowly while the depths of my pussy struggled desperately to open wide enough for his massive cock.
A deep groan and the wet smack of his heavy balls against my burning pussy lips and forcefully bared clit announced his victory over my violently trembling body.
Mercifully, once he was certain he had conquered my depths, he stilled for a moment while my pussy clutched fitfully at his full length, squeezing it in hard little pulses as my aching channel tried to accept the vicious stretch.
It was only then, as my mind disconnected from the roil of sensation in my body, I registered with distant wonder that the throbbing pain between my legs hadn’t been caused by any ripping. No, it was the agony of tautly stretched muscles and a deeply feminine sensation of being invaded so brutally that my body was completely at the alpha’s mercy. No woman would voluntarily allow her most sacred depths to be rendered this vulnerable by a near-stranger, and the physical shock of having it forced upon me mixed with the ache of penetration.
But underneath it…
Endorphins and adrenaline danced in my veins, threatening to drown out the pain until nothing but the sweet, mind-shattering ecstasy remained.
He was finally inside me. The aching, clenching emptiness was finally filled, and I knew—despite everything, I knew this man would sate my desperate yearning.
When the alpha moved, my consciousness snapped back into my body as quickly and brutally as a punch to the jaw.
His monstrous cock dragged against my still-trembling channel, making my tight sheath cling to his girth as he pulled halfway out, only to reverse the movement with a punishing snap of his hips.
I cried out at once again being filled so harshly all the way to my womb, but this time the alpha didn’t give me any respite. With a roar that drowned out my frantic sobbing, the feral man took me with every ounce of his strength, fucking my helplessly gaped pussy faster, harder.
It hurt. It hurt so goddamn much I screamed for him to stop, but I didn’t mean it. Because for each push into my weeping core, that thick, horrific cock of his ground against every nerve ending inside me, pummeling my G-spot and giving me exactly what every inch of my body knew I needed more than air. “Pleasure” was not strong enough to describe the bone-deep flood of ecstasy forced through my pelvis for every one of his hard thrusts.
His deep groans and growls blended with my screams and the constant, wet thwack of his thighs against my upturned ass and hamstrings. Again and again he pummeled my pussy, forcing me higher on waves of pain-addled bliss until finally, and without warning, my pussy surrendered.