Chapter 32 Fucked In The Woods (11)

Chapter 32 Fucked In The Woods (11)
—•LUCIA•—

The heat radiating from the broad head of the Rogue king’s cock was scalding.

The sheer pressure of his girth just resting there, stretching my pussy without even pushing in yet, was enough to make my whole body stiffen with sudden panic.

"Relax," he said, his voice strained to the breaking point but surprisingly gentle. "I'll be gentle. I promise."

I stared up at him, searching his face.

His massive muscles trembled violently with the agonizing effort of restraint, his golden eyes soft with something I didn't dare name.

I had never seen him as someone gentle.

I never imagined he could spare even a second of patience for anyone.

Yet here he was.

"Okay. You can continue," I whispered.

He moved.

Ignoring his promise entirely, he slammed his hips forward and thrust his massive cock fully into my pussy in one long, devastating stroke, burying his thick length all the way to the hilt.

"AHHH—FUCK—" I screamed.

The sound ripped from my throat, raw and primal, as a sharp, intense pain tore through my pussy and radiated outward through my entire body.

It was like being split in half.

Like being ripped open from the inside out.

The pain was blinding, white-hot, so overwhelming that my vision went spotty at the edges and I thought—I truly thought—I might pass out from it.

"Fuck—it hurts—it HURTS—" I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks and into my neck.

He stilled immediately, buried deep inside me, not moving his cock a single inch.

His chest heaved above me, his breathing ragged and uneven, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the tendons straining in his neck.

Sweat dripped from his brow and landed on my collarbone.

"Haaaah—fuck—" he groaned, his voice wrecked. "You're so fucking tight. So goddamn tight. I can feel every inch of your virgin cunt squeezing my cock."

I lay beneath him, panting, trembling, my inner walls stretched to their absolute limit around the massive girth of him.

His cock was buried so impossibly deep inside my pussy I could feel the blunt head of his shaft knocking against my cervix, a heavy, foreign pressure that filled me to the point of suffocating pleasure.

Several long seconds passed in agonizing silence.

He didn't move, just letting my tight flesh slowly yield and adjust to him.

His golden eyes were locked on mine with a feral, possessive intensity that stole whatever breath I had left.

"Can I move?" he finally asked, his voice a low, strained rasp that vibrated all the way down into my core.

I bit my lower lip, uncertainty flooding through me.

I was terrified. The memory of that sudden, tearing pain was still fresh, still throbbing dully in my overstretched pussy.

But at the same time, I wanted him.

Moon goddess help me.

I'd heard stories from the she-wolves in my pack about their first times with their mates.

They'd spoken of soft, tender touches and slow pleasure, of gentle lovers who made them feel cherished and adored.

None of them had mentioned pain like this.

None of them had warned me it would feel like being violently split apart by an unyielding brute.

That made me realize it was going to be a completely different story for me.

I knew that now.

My first time wouldn't be gentle.

"Are you with me, love?" His voice pulled me back from my spiraling thoughts, and I blinked up at him, refocusing on the sharp lines of his face.

I nodded, swallowing hard.

"Can I move?" he asked again.

This time I noticed the brutal tightness in his jaw, the way his thick arms were shaking violently where they bracketed my head, and the wild, desperate hunger burning in his eyes.

He was struggling, holding his inner beast back by a thread.

"I'm really struggling here. Your tight cunt is squeezing me so hard I'm about to lose my mind," he growled.

I looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the agonizing physical effort it was costing him to stay still while buried inside me.

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. "Yeah. You can—"

Before I even finished the words, he thrust his cock deep into my pussy with a powerful snap of his hips.

"FUUUCK—" A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest, echoing off the cave walls as his face buried in my neck.

I hissed through my teeth, the sharp, stinging fire of my overstretched pussy walls flaring violently anew as he immediately started moving.

He didn't give me a single second to catch my breath or adjust.

He just kept driving his massive cock in and out of my pussy, hammering into me with hard, relentless strokes that left me gasping and clawing desperately at his shoulders.

"Ah—ah—ah—" My moans were forcefully punched out of my lungs with every heavy thrust, high and entirely breathless.

"Hnngh—so good—so fucking good—" he grunted above me, his hips slamming mercilessly against mine, the filthy, wet slap of our bodies joining filling the cave. "Your pussy was made for my cock. Made for me."

I couldn't form words.

I couldn't tell him to slow down, and I couldn't tell him to stop.

I could do nothing but lie there and take it, my entire body jolting upward with every brutal thrust.

This wasn't gentle. This wasn't him going easy on me.

This was him completely losing control to his inner beast, thrusting his cock into my pussy like a fucking wild animal.

Suddenly, his entire frame locked up and he stilled.

I sucked in a deep, proper breath for the first time since he'd started moving, my chest heaving, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

Just as I opened my mouth to beg him to pull out for a moment—to give my aching body a second to recover—I felt a terrifying new sensation.

His cock began to swell deep inside my pussy.

It was growing thicker.

Growing harder.

Expanding aggressively inside my tight pussy until I could feel every pulsing vein and thick ridge of his cock stretching my inner walls past their absolute limit.

My eyes flew wide in absolute shock.

"Your… your cock…" I swallowed hard, trying to force the words past the tightness in my throat.

My gaze dropped down my body, and my breath caught in my throat.

There was a bulge pressing against my lower belly.

A distinct, visible shape pushing up from beneath my skin—the exact, thick contour of his shaft buried deep inside me.

"Your cock… It's… it's growing… bigger… inside me…" I stammered.