Chapter 3: A Lackey? (+18)
Emily's body still quivered from the squirting release, her thighs slick and trembling as she lay sprawled on the bed.
The beastman's face glistened with her essence, droplets clinging to his stubble and lashes, but his amber eyes held no disgust—only a deeper hunger.
He licked his lips slowly, savoring the taste with a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through the air.
Rising fluidly, he shifted to kneel between her spread legs, his massive cock in hand, the flared head still slick from his own pre-cum and now aimed directly at her exposed pussy.
The sight of it—thick, veined, curving upward like a beast ready to mount—sent a fresh wave of apprehension through her.
'Thank god... he's not stopping. But that thing—will it even fit? It's monstrous. I'm still shaking from just his mouth.' Fear knotted in her stomach, mingling with the lingering pleasure that made her clit throb insistently.
Her body hadn't recovered, nerves firing erratically, but the emptiness inside her ached for more. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself, breath hitching as she felt the blunt pressure at her entrance.
Something hot and unyielding nudged forward, parting her swollen folds with deliberate slowness. Inch by inch, it invaded, stretching her walls to their limit, filling every crevice without mercy. There was no room left—not for air, not for doubt—her pussy clamped around the girth, the curve pressing upward against her inner depths.
Pain lanced through her, sharp and overwhelming, like being split open from the inside.
'It hurts—god, it hurts so much. Too big, too deep already.'
Tears pricked at her closed eyelids, but she forced her body to relax, muscles tensing and releasing in a bid to endure.
This was her first time, her virginity claimed in this new world, and she wouldn't shatter now. Not when the burn began to ebb, replaced by a profound fullness that bordered on ecstasy.
He paused, buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against her ass, giving her a moment to adjust. Then, with agonizing restraint, he began to move—pulling back halfway before sliding in again, each thrust measured and deep.
His hands roamed her body, one palm cupping her heavy breast, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple into a tight peak, rolling it with firm twists that sent sparks straight to her core. The other hand found her clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with his hips, slick from her earlier release.
Emily arched off the bed, every aroused spot ignited—nipples hardening further under his touch, clit swelling under the pressure, pussy fluttering around his invading cock.
'He's touching me everywhere I need it. The pain's fading—now it's just... full. So perfectly full.' Pleasure built in layers, her body surrendering to the dual assault, hips rocking tentatively to meet him.
The slow rhythm shattered as he thrust harder, hips snapping forward with building force.
Each plunge drove him deeper, the flared head battering her depths, stretching her anew with every withdrawal and re-entry. Emily's mouth fell open, a raw 'Ah' escaping as her body shivered uncontrollably, waves of sensation crashing over her.
Her legs hooked around his waist instinctively, ankles locking to pull him closer, urging that thick shaft to thrust even deeper.
The friction was exquisite torture—veins dragging along her walls, the upward curve grinding against her G-spot relentlessly. 'Deeper—yes, like that. It's hitting everything, owning me.'
Her moans filled the room, high and breathless, mingling with his light grunts, primal sounds that fueled her arousal like wildfire.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his cock, sucking hers with possessive hunger.
The dual invasion—mouth plundered, pussy claimed—pushed her higher, her body a live wire of need. Saliva mixed with their breaths, his stubble scraping her chin as he devoured her.
Emily's hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into the tattooed skin, lost in the symphony of their shared sounds—her whimpers, his growls—that amplified every thrust.
Abruptly, he pulled out, the sudden emptiness making her whine inwardly. Her eyes fluttered open to see his cock, glistening and dirty, coated in a creamy mix of her arousal and sticky strands connecting it to her pussy.
The sight was obscene, raw, and it made her clench around nothing, craving its return. Before she could process, strong hands gripped her hips, flipping her onto her stomach with effortless power.
Emily's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he maneuvered her into position—knees spreading, ass lifting high in doggy style, her face pressed into the pillows. 'Exposed like this? It's humiliating... but why does it make me wetter?'
His breath ghosted over her skin, warm and teasing, before his tongue traced the cleft of her ass.
A shock of sensation jolted her—wet, insistent laps circling her tight hole, probing gently at the rim. She wanted to protest, to say stop, but the words died in her throat, drowned by the overwhelming stimuli.
'No—wait, that's... dirty. But it feels so good, tingling everywhere.' His fingers delved back into her pussy, two now, scissoring and curling to stroke her G-spot while his tongue pushed past the resistance, rimming her ass with slick, swirling motions.
The combined assault—fingers pumping, tongue invading—built pressure she couldn't contain, her body betraying any shame with fresh gushes of wetness.
Arousal coiled unbearably, the newness of it all—anal play she'd only fantasized about in secret—pushing her over the edge.
'No! I'm.....gonna cum again'. "AHhh---." Emily came hard, her legs trembling, pussy spasming around his fingers, a muffled cry into the sheets as her breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving.
'Again? I can't stop cumming for him. It's too intense, this position making everything deeper.'
Her vision blurred, limbs heavy with bliss, but he didn't relent. Positioning behind her, he aligned his cock with her dripping entrance, hands spreading her ass cheeks wide.
The head nudged in slowly, then he thrust forward, burying himself in one smooth motion. Deeper than before, the angle allowed him to reach new depths, the tip kissing her cervix with each plunge.
He fucked her steadily at first, hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm, the slap of skin echoing off the stone walls. Emily pushed back, meeting him, the fullness in this position making her feel utterly claimed.
'Hitting my cervix—it's a dull ache that turns to fire. More, harder.' His hands kneaded her ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he picked up speed, pounding into her with feral intensity.
The curve of his cock dragged along her front wall, stimulating her G-spot relentlessly, while his balls smacked against her clit. Sweat slicked their bodies, her breasts swaying with each impact, nipples grazing the sheets for added friction.
He varied the pace—slow, grinding circles that stirred her insides, then rapid, shallow thrusts that focused on her entrance before slamming deep again.
Emily's world dissolved into sensation: the stretch, the heat, the way his girth pulsed inside her, growing thicker with his building release.
She reached back blindly, grasping his thigh, urging him on. 'Don't stop—fuck me like this forever. I'm addicted already.'
Another orgasm built, crashing over her as he hammered her cervix, her walls milking him in rhythmic squeezes. He groaned low, "Mm--", thrust erratically now, before burying himself fully one last time. Hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy, thick and copious, the creampie sensation warm and overflowing, trickling down her thighs as he held her impaled.
'Creampie... my first, and it feels amazing. So full, claimed completely. I want to kiss him, taste that satisfaction on his lips.'
Happiness bloomed in her chest, a glow amid the exhaustion, her body humming with aftershocks.
But as he withdrew with a wet pop, the bliss shifted to confusion. He rose from the bed, his cock softening but still imposing, and dropped to one knee beside her, head bowed low in deference.
"My princess, your servant has fulfilled his duty. May your beauty grace the realm eternally." His voice was deep, respectful, laced with reverence that clashed with the raw passion of moments before.
Emily's eyes widened, propping herself up on shaky arms, cum still leaking from her well-used pussy.
'Princess? Servant? What the hell? Who am I in this world? Who is he—a lackey? Did I fuck with Lackey? This doesn't make sense!'
Shock rooted her in place, mind spinning with questions as he stood, dressed swiftly in his earlier clothes, and exited the room without another glance.
The door clicked shut, leaving her alone in the rumpled sheets, body sated but thoughts in turmoil.
Moments later, a firm knock echoed from the door, pulling her from her daze.