Draconian Law, Part 2 - Sex Stories

Draconian Law, Part 2

... member. Roxanna didn't know she was screaming. The explosions of pain in her mind felt like a deafening roar. Smiling crookedly, Darian slipped the velvet gag from her jaw and reveled in the hoarse exhaustion and desperation of her screams. Impatient and unwilling to wait for the girl to adjust to him, Darian began pumping her hips for him at a fearsome pace. He did not thrust, but found it easier to move her body up and down instead in the slack water. He had to grit his teeth and steel himself before he could lose control - her anal canal was so tight. It was heavenly. He even wished, like a naive teenage boy, that he could just stand here in the warm water and fuck her forever. Roxanna had finally stopped screaming. The sounds coming out of her mouth now were more like sharp, muffled cries, interspersed with jagged gasps and inarticulate swearing. Darian found it amusing that her brain had ceased functioning well enough to form hateful telepathic messages at him. Roxanna was just focused on breathing, surviving. She had never thought that there could be a sensation worse than losing her virginity to this dragon sorcerer. The ridges around his cock were rubbing painfully against the walls of her asshole. It was unnatural, this stretching to accommodate him. She thought her membrane had to have torn somewhere by now. "You are so beautiful," Darian rasped. "So flawless. So perfect. Such beauty...all mine." The last two words came out in a growl. His black claw-like nails ...

... extended again, cutting into the tender flesh of the girl's hips, and with bestial snarls of ecstasy he began to pound into her asshole with abandon. It was difficult for him to control himself with her. He forced her to bend over in the water so he could go even deeper. She shrieked just before her head sank below the surface, and when her hands found life again and beat behind her against his thighs, Darian grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand and kept a firm grip on her hip with the other. He used her entrapped wrists as leverage to bend her over under the water even more. "Yes, struggle for me, beg for me to stop," he growled. His eyes were turning back. "I love it when you do." Her writhing only made her canal constrict, and he let out a loud, bellowing groan of pure bliss. Finally he slammed into her one last time and held her there, feeling the wild tremors going through her back and wrists, and as the ropes of semen came gushing out he called on all the gods in pleasure and praise. Roxanna couldn't breathe. She had never learned to swim too well - it was a sport looked down upon for young women at the palace. But even if she had learned to swim, no amount of knowledge could have helped her now. She was sure Darian had been holding her underwater for nearly a minute. The muscles around her eyes were tightening and the tendons in her neck were straining at every possible chance of escape. The pain in her empty lungs almost paralleled the ...