by Alexa Kim
Nevertheless, I can’t deny he’s making me do things that scare the crap out of me. Good God… Was that really me who begged him to make her come, who held his head in place between her thighs? Can’t blame him for thinking I enjoy what he’s doing to me!
I open the bathroom door and go back to my room. First, I have to get dressed. Dr. Barner said there’d be normal clothes I can wear around the house. I open the closet and survey the selection – mainly sundresses and two pastel yellow bodysuits. I definitely don’t want to wear those suits. For one, because they hug my body way too tightly, which could turn Torn on unnecessarily, and second, because I remember how he ripped off the first.
When I see the selection of underwear I snort disdainfully – it’s all lace, skimpy panties and saucy bras. Well, thank you, Dr. Barner! I think sulkily. Life Tree really doesn’t want to leave anything to chance when it comes to the successful reproduction of their elite soldiers.
I find a bathing suit as well and remember the pool. Strange as that may sound, I feel like going for a swim. I contemplate if it’s too risky, but decide to take the chance. Torn was gone almost the whole afternoon before coming back. I’m guessing he’ll be gone for a few hours this time, too.
The bathing suit is as skimpy as the underwear. The bottom is only held by tiny straps, and the top shows lots of cleavage. I don’t have much of a rack, but Torn doesn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, in fact – I get the feeling he likes my petite frame. Maybe he’s a pervert. The enormous monster that gets off on terrifying a woman with its anatomy…
I put on the two-piece suit anyway. Before Torn comes back, I’ll have long left the pool and put on the plainest dress I can find.
It’s dark out already, but the pool is illuminated. I dip a foot into the water – it’s crisp but not too cold. I dive in headfirst, stay under for a few yards, then I push myself off the floor to come up for air. Awesome! I almost forget the fear and tension of the last few days.
When I open my eyes, I see him: Torn!
My heart stops in my chest. He’s standing at the edge of the pool, watching me. There’s a dark glint in his eyes, an ungoverned blazing, while he’s simply staring at me. In that moment, I know he’s in a dangerous mood. I’m suddenly aware of the skimpy bathing suit… and realize with terror that it’s practically see-through now that it’s wet. That’s almost worse than being naked… because I can see how it’s actively inspiring Torn’s fantasies.
For a few seconds, we only stare at each other. Then my flight instinct kicks in. I turn and try swimming to the other end of the pool with strong strokes. Away… get away, my mind screams.
A moment later, I hear water splashing behind me – Torn has dived in to come after me. I realize I just made a mistake. Refusing inevitably fuels his need to dominate me. I double my efforts, but I know I don’t stand a chance…
Torn
All my fuses blow when she scrambles to get away. Although I know there’s nowhere for her to go, I dive into the pool in pursuit. That wasn’t what I had in mind. I came back to talk to Larona, to gain her trust. How was I supposed to know she would be splashing around in the pool wearing a little half-sheer scrap of nothing?! As if that wasn’t temptation enough, she also tries to flee from me.
Not a chance. I reach her before she can make it to the other side, wrap my arms around her waist, and press her petite frame to mine and my painfully hard erection into her back. There’s no going back now. I know it – and she knows it too, because she’s ceasing her struggling as soon as I gather her close.
“Don’t be scared of me, doll,” I murmur, my voice thick. It appeases me a little when she stops fighting me. Still, I can sense her fear.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, let me go.”
“I can’t do that,” I answer truthfully and open the clasp of her top. I push the straps off her shoulders and turn her around in my arms. Her nipples are perked, and I bow my head to take one into my mouth and suckle it. Her body is slightly trembling… and the smell of her fear is instantly replaced by a sweeter, more alluring scent. There’s no doubt – she’s reacting to me. Yet she still holds herself stiff in my arms. I let go of her nipple and look at her; her face, her large blue eyes, her lips… I smell her wet hair. Beneath the surface, my hand reaches for her bikini bottoms, and I undo the bow holding it in place with a single tug. Slowly, I slide my hand between her legs, and I can’t help the deep growl rumbling from my throat.
In an instant, she’s back to trying to free herself, which only results in me tightening my hold on her. “Don’t… Torn,” she whispers.
I like hearing her say my name. It shows me that she no longer merely thinks of me as an abstract monster out to nail her. Granted, I do want to nail her… but I want so much more than that.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her, and she actually places her small hands on my shoulders.
I grab her at the waist, carry her over to the edge of the pool, and sit her down. Effortlessly, I leap out of the water. I pull the soaked t-shirt over my head, then step out of my sweatpants without taking my eyes off Larona. I carelessly throw both pieces aside. I keep on the boxer briefs for now, though… Most women are stricken the first time they see how big I am – and I don’t want to terrify my little one.
I pick her up and carry her into the house – my room this time, not hers. After tonight, she won’t need her own room anymore… I want her with me. Unhurriedly, I lay her down on the fresh linen and look at my conquest. My hormonal levels skyrocket with an irrational mix of pride and happiness. I can see her fast breathing, and her alluring scent does nothing to mask her arousal. I spread her legs as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her eyes are ablaze with lust.
“You want me to give your pussy a treat, doll?”
She swallows, staring at me, but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to – I know that’s exactly what she wants.
I kneel between her open thighs and let her scent fill my head. It’s so appealing I almost blow my load. I wait until I have myself back under control, then I push my tongue into her tight channel. She arches and moans. I feel a rush of adrenaline flood my system at her reaction. I fuck her with my tongue without touching her clit. I know it’s driving her crazy… but that’ll get her exactly to the point I want her to be.
“Torn…” she moans quietly, and her voice is like liquid fire in my veins.
“Yeah… baby?” I murmur, seemingly unperturbed.
She raises her head and looks at me with those big blue eyes of hers. “Please…”
“Please… what? Tell me what to do, Larona.”
She bites her bottom lip. I can tell she’s struggling with herself. As long as she doesn’t say it out loud, she can tell herself that she doesn’t really want this… I drag my tongue over her clitoris once to help her come to a decision.
She turns her head away and breathlessly whispers, “Make me come, Torn… Please, make me come.”
My hand gently caresses the inside of her thigh. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.” I put my mouth back against her center and kiss her gently, like I would kiss her mouth. Then I open her folds with my fingers to bare her swollen clit.
“Torn…” she whimpers quietly, and I tease her with the tip of my tongue… gently circle around her clit… until my baby doll is sobbing desperately. That’s when I start sucking at her clit, alternating with some brutal laps of my tongue, pushing her straight to the edge.
Her back arches and she moans my name. Her tension releases in a powerful orgasm, and I let her savor every last wave crashing through her body until she’s all soft and relaxed on the bed in front of me. I’m pleased with my work. She’s exhausted, tear stains are glistering on her cheeks, and her muscles are lax. Exactly how I wanted her.
Her current state reminds me of my own – and it’s killing me. I strip of my boxer briefs. My cock is throbbing upon the sudden freedom, and my balls are drawing up painfully tight. Larona’s eyes are still
closed. I kneel back between her thighs, and press my erection against her opening. Her eyes snap open. My cock nudging against her entrance brings her back to reality. There’s naked panic in her eyes when she lifts her head and sees the magnitude of my arousal.
She doesn’t try to get away. She’s just looking at me, her gaze a silent plea. Seeing it, I want to despair… I can’t wait anymore, but neither do I want to just pounce on her – I don’t want to be the monster she believes is lurking inside me.
I think feverishly, fighting back the urge to put her on her hands and knees so I can take her from behind. That way, I could try to control my thrusts, could try to be gentle with her… but it wouldn’t exactly inspire confidence if she’s facing away from me for our first time. Considering her growing panic, I can’t bring myself to simply get over and inside her either. I have a vague idea of how a woman who’s lacking necessary trust must feel when a man like myself is on top of her.
Ultimately, I grab Larona around the waist and pull her into my lap. She gasps and clams up. Instead of pushing into her, I let my cock slide through her folds, teasing her clit, until she’s all hot and bothered again. That does the trick. Rather than running scared, her hips pick up my rhythm, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against my erection.
“Please, Torn… let me come again,” she whispers, her eyes half-closed.
I pull her closer so her slender body is pressed against my chest, and kiss her. She kisses me back… and I’m sure she’s ready now.
Without releasing her, I guide my cock to her opening again. The head sinks into her tight heat… and damn, she really is tight… Briefly, I’m afraid it’s impossible after all, but my determination wins out. She’s my natural completion, so this is definitively possible. I slowly push in further.
She rests her head against my shoulder and clutches my neck. “Torn… it’s… too much.”
I pause to let her catch her breath. With one hand, I stroke over her blonde hair, her back, her breasts. Only when I feel her body relax, I push deeper into her tight channel. She’s wet, but every inch is hard-earned. If I didn’t know this was uncomfortable for her, then her tightness would drive me wild with lust. It’s this irrational feeling of needing to possess yet at the same time protect her that keeps me from giving in to my urges.
So instead, I push my hand between her legs and start rubbing her clitoris. The effect is miraculous… I can feel her relax, giving me more room. I’m only half way inside so far, but encouraged by her reaction, I now dare to bury myself all the way inside her with a single thrust.
A muffled scream escapes her throat, and her small fingers dig into the muscles of my neck before she slowly relaxes again.
“Alright, doll?” I ask in a husky whisper right at her ear, and she nods. Her head is still on my shoulder, and she’s still holding on to me for dear life.
My hands clasp her rear, and I lift her up an inch just to let her sink back down. I want to thrust up into her hard, but reign myself in. My discipline is rewarded when Larona starts moving in cadence with me. Soon, she’s the one setting the tempo. She’s riding my cock, and I feel myself sliding in and out of her a bit easier with every motion.
I’m getting closer to my own release… All the tension narrows down into a tight ball of wild aggression in my dick, ready to erupt. I don’t let Larona on about it, though. I still want to fuck her hard, to overpower her with an orgasm, but I beat back my animal side. She’s worth that to me… her, and no one else.
When my cock is starting to pulse inside of her and pump out my pent-up semen, I moan her name and tangle my fingers into her golden hair. I know I’m being rough right then, but it’s all the restraint I can manage.
“Torn?” she whispers while I stroke her slender back, slowly coming down from my high.
“Yes, little one?” I reply, my eyes closed and my mind still utterly blank.
“Uhm… nothing,” she says somehow resigned.
I pull out of her, then put her on the bed and pull the thin sheet I use over her. I join her under the covers and gather her close. “Get some sleep,” I whisper.
She sighs softly and snuggles into my embrace, and I can’t fight the feeling that nothing in my damn life has ever felt this right.
Larona
I can’t sleep.
I try, but I just can’t. I’m way too confused about myself and my feelings. I feared Torn like I have never feared anything else before in my life… yet here I am, snuggled up to him, and everything feels so good, like I could’ve never imagined. I’m a bit sore from his size – and I know for sure he’s held back – but I’m no longer afraid of him. And… I want more. I suspect he needs more than what we just did to be sexually satisfied. A slight pull between my legs agrees to more, too.
I slowly turn around in his arms until I can look at his face. His eyes are closed. I let myself take a closer look at the man I was so terrified of… this uncompromising alpha wolf whose dominance frightened me as much as it enticed me. His face is chiseled and masculine. Even asleep, his muscles are coiled. I’m sure he’d react to the slightest move away from him, and hold me tighter. But I don’t want to get away… not anymore. I know it’s crazy, but looking at him now makes me realize he’s right – I belong to him. I’m his natural completion, and he is mine.
“Torn,” I breathe his name and, as expected, his eyes instantly open.
His gaze is entrapping me on the spot, but he’s also content, and his voice is a bit rough from sleep. “What is it, doll?”
“I… belong to you,” I speak the words I know, deep down, he wants to hear.
His look changes instantly. His pupils dilate and his eyes start glowing. I can feel the deep satisfaction my words cause – and the untamed passion. “Yeah… you do,” he growls, then sinks his hand into my hair to pull me close and presses a hot, fierce kiss to my lips.
His mood is completely different this time around. I’ve just granted him the right to do with me as he pleases – I’ve submitted to him. He pushes me onto my back, and himself between my legs. His erection is poking hard against the inside of my thigh. Oh my God… He’s ready to go again, and it’s barely been any time! But I’m not even that surprised when I feel my abdomen reacting to his lust with an aching pull.
“You want me to feed my dick to your pussy?”
A low growl follows his words, telling me that this wasn’t an actual question, or even a chance for me to opt out. Nevertheless, I nod. I’m still wet and slippery from his semen, and right now I’m glad about that.
Torn is impatient this time. He fists his hand into my hair, fixing me in place, so the only thing I can do is stare up at him. His nostrils flare, his chin jerks… “This won’t be gentle,” he rasps out, then slams into me with one hard thrust.
I open my mouth and try to arch my back, but Torn’s hand is still wrapped in my hair. I hold my breath because I feel like someone just rammed a red-hot metal piston into me. I can only lie there and endure his size thrusting inside my still tight channel.
“Such a sweet doll…” he murmurs and kisses me on the lips. I try to relax, but it’s only when Torn is pushing a hand between us and is pressing a finger against my clit that I open up for him bit by bit.
As soon as he feels my body’s acceptance, he thrusts hard and fast. I ignore my soreness and press back against his finger. Torn understands, and he starts rubbing and massaging my clit while fucking me hard. He’s braced on one forearm, pushing me higher without letting up on his harsh thrusts.
“Come for me, baby… I want to feel you come.”
I orgasm so hard I put my hands on Torn’s buff behind and try to push him in even deeper. “Please… I want to feel you,” I sob desperately. In that moment, I feel like he can’t possibly be deep enough inside me… that he could never be severe enough about his claim on me.
Torn’s pupils dilate again when my inner walls are milking his cock with the power of my orgasm. “Good girl,” he says through clenched teeth, the
n he lets go of my hair to balance his weight on both his forearms.
He roars out his passion as he spurts inside of me. My ass is pushed deep into the mattress with each thrust of his hips, and I get an inkling of the raw power Torn is keeping in check so he won’t hurt me.
After his release, his muscles uncoil just a little. He pulls out of me, puts his hands on my waist as if he needs to hold onto something, and rests his head on my stomach.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks in his deep voice. There’s a hint of regret to his words.
I shake my head. He didn’t hurt me, not really. He was wild and all-consuming – and my body still has to get used to his extra-large build… but Torn definitively causes me more lust than he does pain.
“No. Everything is as it’s supposed to be,” I chose to reply because these words encompass best how I feel right now.
He kisses my belly, then scoots up and pulls me close. His chin is on top of my head, and his free hand gently caresses along my arms. “Yeah… as it’s supposed to be,” he says steadily.
When I wake up in the morning, my soreness immediately reminds me of last night. I feel myself blush. Now, in the light of day, at least part of my shyness is back. That hadn’t really been me wreathing beneath Torn like a madwoman, acting like a cat in heat, had it? The slight burn and residue of his semen between my legs tell me that’s exactly what I’d done. Oh God… How is it I’m reacting to him that way? I’m usually the shy type who insists on keeping the lights off during sex!
The bed next to me is empty; Torn is already up. I can hear him in the bathroom. Carefully, I sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. I feel a little like I got run over by a shuttle…
The bedroom door opens, and Torn looks at me. “You up already, doll?”
I only nod because in broad daylight, I feel self-conscious in his presence again. Not that I’m scared of him… but I still need to process all this. Him, and the borderline savage passion he sparks inside me.
