Learning To Love The Pain

Learning To Love The Pain
Sera's POV

I had no time to prepare for his entry, so I was extremely tight around him, so tight the only thing I felt was pain, extreme pain claiming every inch of my asshole as his large cock spread my ass apart.
It was agonizing, pain like hot knives cutting me apart into shreds from the inside. My whole ass felt like it was on an intense fire. I screamed, my lungs burning up, vibrating inside of me, as the energy rushed out of me in torrents of screams.
I tried to endure it, but every part of me—bones, veins, and even cells—was consumed by so much pain I couldn't stop screaming.
“STOP,” I eventually screamed, and he paused in his thrust. Slowly, he pulled his cock from my asshole, and I collapsed against the bed. I panted, my breasts jutting high and low as I dragged in air for my aching lungs and body.
He fell beside me by the bed, and he pulled me into his arms instantly, carrying me on top of him. He pushed back a lock of my hair, staring into my eyes. “Did I hurt you, Seralyn?” he asked. He pawed his other hand through his hair, his eyes restless as they roamed my face.
I could see he was already feeling guilty, blaming himself for hurting me.
“No, you didn't hurt me,” I lied. He wasn't like Adrian, who would let himself be eaten up by the guilt. He was more confident and more in control of what he wanted. Still, for some reason, I dreaded hurting his feelings.
“Just give me time to prepare to receive you, Cassian. You went in forcefully. That’s why.” I added.
He brushed my hair with his palm. “I am sorry. I should have known you can't handle such pain yet. Don't worry, I’ll take this slowly once again.” He said.
He kissed me hard on the lip again, but briefly this time. I had barely begun savoring the warmth and taste of his lips when he pulled away. “I would go slowly now, but the rules still apply, Seralyn. Any deviation from moaning my name and calling me your king would earn you a punishment, which would come in the form of a spanking,” he warned.
He dropped me on the bed, and I turned like before, raising my ass up to his cock. His cock prodded my asshole gently, teasing me, and gradually, he began to slide in slowly.
It was a whole lot different from taking him in my sex. My sex could stretch to accommodate him, but my ass couldn't. Which made him thicker inside of me. I felt him harder, and as he resumed thrusting into me gently, it made it a whole lot better.
It was a whole deal of pain and a whole lot of pleasure at the same time. I rubbed myself on the bed, my breasts brushing the bedsheets, and I moaned softly. Though low, they made my lungs quiver in their productions, my whole body consumed in the heat of so much bliss.
“Hell, this is good, Cassian. This is fucking good.” I moaned again, biting hard at the bedclothes. I shut my eyes, rubbing myself on the bed like a cat, while I kept feeding low, yet rich, moans to the bed.
“I am about to make it a little more interesting, Seralyn. I am going rougher, so brace up.” He said, still prepping me with his slow and careful thrusts, while he grabbed onto my ass, shifting and positioning me better. I moved along with the guide of his hand, arching my ass up to him while I prepared for his rough thrust.
His grip on my ass tightened, and at once I knew what was to come. But it turns out no amount of preparation could save me from the pain of his thrusts. I screamed, biting harder into the bedsheets. I almost chewed them to shreds at his first powerful thrusts. More followed as he started pounding harder and harder into my asshole.
Hell! The bedsheets came apart in my teeth as I dragged it up, screaming with the whole of my lungs. Pain whacked through every inch of my asshole, but as soon as it did, it quickly morphed into pleasure. I grabbed onto the bedframe, my fingers digging into the wood, and I arched my ass to him for more.
My moans weren't soft and low anymore. They were rich and loud, every part of my body involved in producing the moans.
“Moan out my name, Seralyn,” he warned behind me. “Failure to do so also attracts punishment.” He said.
I tried to control how I moaned, but I couldn't. Only half syllables of his name kept coming out of my lips each time I moaned. I wasn't in control. My body was. I was only aware I was moaning hard to his cock. I had no idea how I did.
A searing pain jarred through my ass, and I started on his cock, my body undulating and vibrating both from his cock and his spanking.
“Hell! That is so painful,” I screamed, moaning so loud from both, I had to shut my eyes as my whole head heated up from the scream.
“That still isn't my name, Seralyn.” He scolded. And another hot heat claimed my ass cheek again.
This time I arched back, lifting my head to the ceiling, and moaned, rough and loud, every inch of my throat on fire. And I still didn't call his name. I still didn't have control of my own moans, my body refusing to give me the reins.
“Seemed like I would have to increase your punishment.” He yelled now, over the noise of my moans.
And by the time I had an idea what he meant by that, my long hair was wrapped in his fingers. He pulled me, making my scalp heat up with so much fire. He grabbed onto my hair with one hand. The other hand I was later to discover in my sex—three thick fingers pumping into the moistness of my sex while he claimed my ass with his cock. Loud, sloppy, wet noise greeted his thrust into my sex.
How he could fuck me at the same time with his fingers and cock beats me. He seemed to be using his vampiric speed to fuck me with his fingers. They drilled into me so fast, I felt like I was being pulverized by a machine from under.
He truly knows how to blur the line between pleasure and pain, because while it was painful, my whole body and soul throbbing under him, yet, it was extremely pleasurable. I threw myself into the mercy of the air, my moans louder, hungrier, and rougher. I spasmed on his cock, writhing hard, but he held me steady with his grip on my hair and his fingers pulverizing my sex with his superhuman speed.
He dropped my hair at some point and spanked me in the ass again. The pain was so overwhelming this time, my breath faltered for a moment. There was something about it that snatched back control to me, and I screamed into the air. “Fuck hell, Cassian. My king.”
“Yeah!” He yelled, his voice loud with heavy excitement. “That’s more like it, my queen.”
“Yes! Cassian, fuck me. My king.” I just kept rambling his name like I was possessed, and he kept fucking me with both his fingers and cock.
At a point, my whole body switched off, except my thighs quivering so bad I couldn't keep up with my ass being arched up, and I collapsed onto the bed, dislodging myself from his cock and his fingers.
He dropped down on me and pushed his cock into my sex while I stayed still on the bed, numb.
“I want your juices on my cock.” He breathed into my neck as he resumed thrusting into me.
I couldn't say anything. I was still numb. My body quivered so badly. I felt the bed vibrating with me. My eyes rolled fast to my skull, just as a huge force of my juices squeezed out of me, wetting his cock and the bed.
Still, he didn't stop thrusting into me until finally, he groaned hard and long, his breath warm on the back of my neck. His cock hardened more inside of me, and his hot seed shot like bullets into me.
He relaxed his huge body on me. He steered me into his arms, holding me lovingly in them while we rested together.