Suddenly I felt something hot, impossibly thick, pressing right against my entrance. Just as I glanced down i froze.
His cock I hadn't expected... this.
I'd been with men before, but most of them didn't have that size. It wasn't just long, though God, it was long, it was brutally thick, the shaft heavy and rigid, ridged with prominent green veins that pulsed visibly under the taut skin. The swollen head alone looked obscene, glistening already from the slick coating my folds had left behind.
He dragged the length of it slowly along my slit, parting my lips, letting my own arousal paint the tip until it shone wet and obscene.
"You're wet already?"
I bit down hard on my lower lip at his words, tasting the faint metallic tang of it, and gripped the sheets until my knuckles ached. My thighs trembled, spread wide, every nerve screaming in anticipation.
Suddenly his right arm banded around my waist like iron, anchoring me in place. With one brutal, unrelenting thrust, he slammed inside.
All of him.
It wasn't a slow slide, he showed no mercy, just one deep, claiming stroke that tore through my tight walls and buried him to the hilt. My eyes rolled back, vision blurring white at the edges. My head snapped backward into the mattress, mouth falling open in a silent scream.
The stretch was overwhelming, burning, and perfect all at once, filling me so completely I couldn't draw a full breath.
Not even a sound escaped at first, my lungs had locked, air trapped somewhere between shock and bliss. He didn't move. He just stayed there, impossibly deep, the thick head pressed flush against my cervix, every throbbing inch of him locked inside me.
My inner walls spasmed around him, fluttering and clenching desperately, trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time.
The veins along his shaft pulsed against my sensitive ridges, each heartbeat echoing through my core like a drum.
I was stuffed full, aching, dripping, trembling, and it was just beginning.
Just as I finally caught a shaky breath, he pulled all the way out, slow, deliberate, until only the thick, swollen head rested at my entrance, stretching my lips taut around it.
I whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
His other hand slid to my waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Then, with a single, punishing snap of his hips, he slammed back inside, deeper than before, bottoming out in one brutal stroke.
My legs trembled violently, thighs clamping around nothing as they lifted off the bed. A raw, moan ripped from my throat.
"ANNNHHHH!!!"
He didn't pause. Didn't give me a second to adjust.
He just kept going, relentless, brutal thrusts that rocked my whole body forward with each impact.
The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and rhythmic. My pussy clenched around him greedily, fluttering and spasming with every drag of those thick veins along my walls. It hurt so good I could barely think, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the intensity, but God, I loved every punishing second.
His pace gradually found a devastating rhythm, still hard, but slower now, deliberate, matching the desperate roll of my hips as I pushed back to meet him. I was drowning in it, lost completely. The apocalypse, the danger outside, the endless fight to survive... it all melted away. There was only this: the stretch, the heat, the slick glide of him filling me over and over.
My moans softened into breathy, needy whimpers. His hands left my waist and slid up to cup my breasts, kneading roughly before pinching my nipples in sharp tugs that sent fresh sparks straight to my clit.
"Yess!! Mister, keep going~"
The words spilled out before I could stop them, high, pleading, almost begging. I'd never sounded like this before... never begged anyone... Wait.
A hazy memory flickered through the pleasure fog. I had been treated like this before. More than once. Rougher. Meaner. That asshole from years ago, he'd used me like this, left me sore and shaking and craving more he was like drugs, addictive. But this... this was different.
Mister was intense, dominant, overwhelming, but there was something almost careful beneath the brutality. He wasn't trying to break me he is gentle compared to that asshole.
Suddenly he pulled out completely, leaving me clenching around nothing, aching and dripping onto the sheets. His chest heaved, breaths ragged as he leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep, messy kiss, his tongue sliding against mine like he was tasting every moan I'd given him.
Then, in one smooth motion, he flipped me onto my stomach.
I arched my back instinctively, pushing my ass up high, knees spreading wide on the mattress. My legs trembled, thighs slick with my own arousal, pussy still throbbing and fluttering from how thoroughly he'd used me. I could feel the cool air kissing my soaked folds, the humiliating drip of wetness trailing down my inner thighs.
I waited, completely open and exposed, for him, waiting for his next move.
His hands slid forward again, cupping my breasts from behind. Fingers dug into the soft, yielding flesh, firm, possessive, almost reverent. He squeezed, kneaded, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow, deliberate circles that made my back arch harder.
Does he love breasts this much? The thought flickered through the haze, half-amused, half-dazed.
His cock, still rock-hard, slick with my arousal, rested heavy against the cleft of my ass, hot and throbbing, but he didn't push inside yet. Instead, he pressed his hips flush against me, the thick length trapped between our bodies, pulsing with every heartbeat. His chest molded to my back; I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing against my spine.
Warm lips found the shell of my left ear. A soft, open-mouthed kiss. Then a gentle suck on the lobe. I tilted my head instinctively, trying to catch his gaze over my shoulder.
"We just met... and here we are,"
He murmured.
"I don't know why, but I can't stop myself."
His words hit something deeper. My mind spun for a second. Is this him giving in so easily because of the Goddess? Or the System? Should I ask the sys-
Before the thought could finish, his mouth crashed over mine from the side, awkward angle, desperate, hungry.