Chapter 50 A Long Night [2]

Ophelia gasped and flinched. He pricked her insides, forcing her eyes to squeeze shut.

"Y-you're too big, p-please..." Ophelia stammered out, attempting to close her legs, but he kept it parted just as he pleased. He even grabbed her ankles, forcing her to widen herself for him.

"I gave you a chance, my lovely wife." Killorn roughly palmed a pillow. He shoved it under her hipbone, watching her eyes widen. He thrusted, causing her to flinch and cry, for he was entering the furthest part of her warm.

Then, Killorn slid his cock out of her slowly. She softly exhaled, the sound heavenly. But he was merciless. Immediately, he plunged into her--faster than she could breathe.

"A-Ah!" Ophelia was unable to hold back her moans. She jolted, the pillow making him slide deeper into her, as she felt him in full force. Her mind was hazy with the pleasure that his hard length gave her.

"Do you want me to stop?" he grunted, grabbing her by the waist. She felt like heaven and he was going to hell for the thoughts he had of her.

Ophelia shook her head with a moistened gaze. He was already inside and claiming her as his property. She wanted more.

"I-it's a-alright."

Killorn didn't need to be told twice. He plunged harder against her, their skin wildly slapping against each other.

"Ah!" Ophelia whimpered as he began his unrelenting penetration.

Ophelia writhed in an attempt to run, but it was impossible. He grabbed her hips and railed her in the manner that animals mate.

"I-it hurts, please be g-gentle," Ophelia sobbed out, not realizing she was in tears. The pillow made him drive into her deeper, until he touched the limits of her walls. Even so, his full member wasn't inside. And he was far from finished.

"You want me to go slower?" Killorn chuckled dangerously whilst he pounded her as a savage beast. Immediately, she flinched and gasped, her eyes widening.

"You're gripping me so tightly, Ophelia, and you dare to request for mercy?" Killorn bent and kissed her on the forehead. She groaned, her hands needy to hold onto him. He wasn't going to give her that relief. Instead, he seized her wrists and pinned it above her head, stretching her body.

"T-this is t-too much, I-I can't handle it!" Ophelia begged him, feeling every single cell of her body rushing with ecstasy. Her chest ached, her belly burning, and her insides aching. She felt herself clench and unclench around his pulsating rod.

"But your cunt is gripping me so tightly, my lovely wife," Killorn hoarsely said. As am emphasized, he drove into her harder than ever, causing her entire body to arch. She gasped out, her eyes widening.

Ophelia's mind was beginning to turn into mush. She felt a familiar throbbing down there and was mortified to discover it was her. She had always forgotten there was a pulse in her entrance, until he ignited a heat within her. Through lethargic eyes, she saw his fierce expression.

When their gaze met, a beast awakened within him. He suddenly threw her ankles over his shoulders, aligning their bodies even further.

Ophelia opened her mouth, quick to give into whatever he demanded, but it was too late. Killorn slid out slowly, only to rearrange her insides. She moaned at how intense he repeatedly penetrated the right spot. She was choked and unable to even speak, her fingers tightly gripping onto the blanket for relief.

"Don't tell me you don't hear how wet you are for me, Ophelia," Killorn breathed out, running a wild hand through his hair. The only noise in the room was the sound of slapping skin and the squish of her insides.

Ophelia shook her head, refusing to acknowledge it. That was fine with him. He'd simply feast on her even more then. Suddenly, she gasped out, her eyes widening. She tightened around him even further and he knew she was near.

"Killorn," he reminded her in a dark tone. "Use it."

Ophelia could barely close her mouth. She was burning up, her skin so warm. He felt so good that she began to writhe. Her body naturally attempted to escape from the ecstasy, but he was a dangerous man. Immediately, he was in between her parted thighs, hugging her tightly. His arms were an iron age around her whilst he embraced her tightly.

"S-stop, n-no, I-I can't--!" Ophelia sharply exhaled. Her back arched, her toes curling, and her eyes widening. She climaxed all over him, until her legs were shaking, and she was unable to control her limbs. He consummated her thoroughly, his body cradling her. He brought her to the peak and he kept her there.

Killorn continued to ram his hips against her body. He pounded her relentlessly, even as she sobbed from her organsm. Her spasm was an out of this world experience. He was eager to feel it again, despite her attempt to curl up in his arms and fall asleep.

"N-no more--" Ophelia's complaint died in her throat. He kissed her forehead tenderly, as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world. Her heart jumped out of her chest and she was unable to refuter him.

"Don't just take, my lovely wife. You must give as well."

Killorn flipped her onto her stomach. With the pillow underneath her belly, she was in the perfect position to be bred. And that was exactly what he did. He rested a knee on the bed, grabbed her hips, and continued his invasion. With each pump, her body jolted forward. Soon, he was devouring her so hard that the bedframe shook.

Ophelia screamed at the pleasure. She buried her face into the mattress, but even the silk couldn't muffle her cries. She was certain tomorrow morning, her voice would be hoarse. She gasped when he slid one hand under her body to squeeze her breasts. Within seconds, his mouth was back on her neck.

Killorn bit, kissed, and sucked every inch of her skin, except her mouth. Ophelia trembled in his grip, feeling as if there wasn't a single part of her that she could hide from him. He was deeply immersed within her. All she could feel was the pleasure he gave her, his thick member sliding in and out of her, and how hard his muscles were. Despite that, his skin was soft and slick with sweat.

"You feel so good, Ophelia, I might just go crazy," Killorn sharply said, followed by a string of curses.

Ophelia's ears burned at how many sinful words he spat out. Suddenly, he hit that exact spot again.

"O-oh, right there!" Ophelia cried out, her eyes filled with tears at how wanton she was behaving. By now, she was so far gone into the ecstasy he gave her. She began to pant, just as his breathing became more wild. He plundered through her, pounding, pressing, and pushing until she began to tense again. And so did he.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Ophelia," Killorn growled into her ears. She flinched and was unable to control her flood. Within seconds, she let out a tiny yelp and white light bursted into her vision. She pulsed on his member, climaxing all over him again.

Killorn groaned just as his hips buckled. Ophelia flinched at his hot seed seeping into her entrance. She was dripping with him, and he didn't even seem to care. Instead, he pumped into her, eager to empty all of himself within.

Ophelia exhaled shakily. Her body went limp, her face buried into the bed, and her body completely. Her stomach grumbled for food, but that didn't even seem to faze him.

"Are you hungry, my lovely wife?"

Ophelia couldn't even respond. She was still gasping for air, attempting to recover herself.

"You'll get to eat after I have my feast on you," Killorn murmured whilst peppering her lovely shoulder blades with his mouth. He was eager to leave marks all over her milky skin. He couldn't help it. With a wife as beautiful as Ophelia, she only had herself to blame. She brought out the primal instincts within any man. And he intended to make sure his heir was within her by sundown.