by Marilynn Fae
He lets go of her and is surprised by the whine she lets out the moment he's out of sight. "What- where-" she stutters and her erratic heartbeat calms when he's standing beside her again, where she can see him. Interesting.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"I- I-" she stutters, cheeks going red.
"You have to tell me what you want, darling," he says. "Daddy won't be able to do anything once we get started. Are you comfortable?"
She starts to nod and changes her mind halfway and shakes her head instead. "I- I want to see," she whispers, so soft that he wouldn't have heard her if not for his enhanced werewolf hearing.
He breaks into a bright grin. She wants to keep him in sight. Even though he knows part of it is because she's afraid, it still makes him preen to think that she's already imprinted on him. "Is that all, baby?" he chuckles, pulling the ropes on her upper body up a little so that her head is slightly above her chest so that she is able to look down and see exactly what he's doing to her pussy and her anal hole.
Peter gestures for the camera crew to move slightly further, himself moving closer so he can see what Ethan's doing.
He stands in front of her and closes one hand around her throat, pulling her attention to him entirely, distracting her from the camera crew around them. Her skin is very soft under his palm, the pulse on his throat rabbit fast with fear. Her eyes are bright and slightly misty with tears. She still smells afraid, if a little bit confused by what he's going to do. He doesn't want to let her know that he's going to take her virginity with his fist. Both Ethan and him thought that would be for the best. They don't have any use for her unless she can take his knot and be bred.
She's a slight thing, so he'll have to be careful not to hurt her. But this is necessary because he's going to be knotting her sooner or later and if she can't take his fist, then there's no chance of her taking his knot. The new drug will also work best inside her womb, making sure that she'll bear their children as soon as they fuck her.
He releases his hold on her neck and she breathes out a sigh of relief that is short lived because she's hitching on her inhale again when he palms her breasts, pinching her right nipple until it is pink and hard, and then moving his attention to the other nipple, flicking the sensitive nub until it hardens, and then twisting it slightly to hear her gasp.
Her mouth opens and closes a few times, like she can't figure out how to address him and it occurs to him that she doesn't know his name, only that he referred to himself as 'Daddy'. "It hurts," she whines.
"What does, baby?" he teases her deliberately, pulling and pinching her pebbled nipples to make them even pinker.
"When- when you pull," she says.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asks.
She nods.
"Say, 'Stop, Daddy', and I'll do it," he says.
Her cheeks grow even redder as she struggles to comply and he takes the time pinching her nipples, flicking his finger over the tip again and again to make her jerk against her bondage, fingers tightening into fists as the combination of pleasure and pain courses through her body.
"Come on, darling. I know you can do it," he says.
She whimpers, tears spilling down her cheeks and onto her breasts. It's a lovely sight. He leans over and kisses her, licking into her mouth to taste her sweet taste while playing with her nipples, swallowing her soft whines and keens.
When he pulls back, he is pleased to see how red the pale skin under her pink nipples have gotten. He gives them both a good twist and she yowls, arching up into his fingers.
"Daddy- Daddy, stop, please, please, Daddy," she gasps.
He grins, shark-like at Peter, who's green with envy. Peter doesn't mind that Ethan's going to be her first. There will be many more firsts to come and they've already agreed to share. "Good girl. That's all I needed to hear," he says. Sweet baby. He kisses her calf and drags his hands down her slight waist, fingers curling around her torso to circle her completely. Fuck. She's really very small. He doesn't know if he can do it. His cock is probably the size of her wrist. Bigger.
He plays with her nipples gently, not pinching her just yet because she had asked him so sweetly not to. He keeps doing it until she is growing wet, the scent of arousal filling his nose. Maybe he wouldn't need to prep her for too long after all. He kneels down, sliding his hands to the girl's belly. The muscles are quivering under his palms, reacting to his touches so beautifully that he can't help himself. He presses a kiss to her inner thigh, just beside where her pussy lips are, wet and glistening already under the ministrations.
She whines when his kisses trail from her leg up between her legs. The flesh there is warm and glistening with arousal, pink and lovely. He parts her wet pussy lips and kisses her opening, pressing his lips there briefly at first, reveling in the way her body trembles under the soft touch. And then, his tongue darts out and he's licking into her hole. She opens up so readily for him, walls tensing and relaxing. His tongue spears into her hole again and he tastes the musky saltiness of her arousal fluid that holds a hint of sweetness that he chases greedily, licking deeper, fingers inching into her hole to spread her wider.
Chapter Six: Stretched, Fisted
She gasps and whimpers under his ministration, struggling in her bondage as though that is enough to free herself.
"Daddy- Daddy- it- it feels weird," she whimpers. It's lovely. He's suddenly glad that Peter has hired a camera crew to record this. He had been against it at first. Bonding should be done between the two of them and his wolf is already feeling insecure fore having to share her at all. The idea of their first copulation being witness and recorded has its own perks. He thinks of how they could look back and enjoy the first time she's broken down over and over again and grins. Yeah. That would be quite the treat. His wolf preens at the knowledge that the men recording them can only watch and will never be allowed to touch her. She belongs to him- to them.
He pushes both his forefingers into her hole and stretches her open just like that, greedily licking into her hole as she whimpers and writhes underneath his ministrations, unable to hold back the high moans from her parted lips. She sounds absolutely deprived, so sweet and lovely. His cock hardens in his pants and he wishes he could fuck her right now, but he knows she's not ready yet. They need to make sure her body can take it. Don't want to ruin her on her first day.
"She's exquisite," Peter says, standing a little behind him and giving him enough space to work with without being overbearing. Peter's a good man. He understands that Ethan needs his space right now. His wolf is quivering, and he feels on edge, ready to pounce and claim.
He hums his agreement against her skin and feels her trembling. She can take more than a few fingers now. He leans back and licks his mouth, enjoying her taste around his lips as he folds his sleeve up to his elbows.
Peter gestures for one of the men to pass him the lube and he snatches it from him before he can get closer. There's a hint of blood on his fingers where he had prodded her hymen, but she doesn't seem to be in pain, which is what is important.
He dips his fingers into the lube. It's a little waxy now but he knows her warmth will make it slippery later. It's a natural-based drug, one that would allow her muscles to relax and expand the way that they need her to afterwards when they're ready to breed her. He rubs the lube on his fingers and gently touches her hole again.
She jerks, toes curling, eyes snapping open.
"What- what're you doing?" she whimpers.
"I'm going to open you up, baby," he says, pushing in on a single digit at first, and then his forefinger on his other hand as well. He tries to ignore his own arousal as he spreads, her walls apart, opening her until he can see inside of her hole.
"Oh, oh," she gasps, toes curling as he opens her up steadily, using the lube to ease his fingers inside of her until he manages to get three of his fingers into her tight walls. He waits for her hole to be relaxed enough that she is barely feeling the intrusion before adding a fourth, fucking her slowly with four finger
s inside of her.
With his other hand he begins to play with her clit, but not overly so. He doesn't want her on the edge just yet. He wants her to relax but not overwhelmed. He doesn't want her to come until the right moment, train her body not to reach orgasm until the circumstances are just right.
"Oh, oh, please," she whimpers prettily, eyes wide as she looks at the way his fingers are disappearing into her hole again and again. He feels something tense inside her and her body tenses a little as he moves through it, pushing his fingers deeper and breaking her hymen in the process.
"Do you think you're ready, darling?" he asks despite knowing she's not. Her walls are too tense around his fingers, sucking them in but not allowing any more. He reaches up and rubs her thigh with his free hand and then lower, spreading her asscheek. One day, he's going to be able to open her up there too. The thought of knotting her anally doesn't please him as much as penetrating her pussy. He wants to breed her. Maybe they could fuck her together. Peter could fuck her anal hole while he knots her pussy, fill her with seed and make her heavy with cubs.
She throws her head back and moans when his fingers slide into her anal hole. Oh, isn't that a nice surprise. Innocent little baby seems to like the idea of that too.
"We're going to fuck you here too one day," he says. "Have you nice and open so we can both fill you up."
Her eyes are so wide and lovely with fear and he maintains eye contact with her as he spreads his fingers inside of her pussy, forcing her walls open. The sound she makes is absolutely delightful.
He gets some more lube and carefully pushes two fingers into her anal hole. She whines, muscles on her belly jumping, but he keeps playing with her pussy to take her mind off the sensation of him spreading her anal hole open.
"It's- it's weird," she whimpers. "I don't like it," she cries. "Take it out, please. Please?"
He chuckles. Maybe not today then. "Just here then, darling?" he asks, scissoring the fingers inside her stretched pussy.
She whines and throws her head back.
He takes both his fingers out of her hole and moves away for a little while, wiping his fingers clean as a camera moves closer to catch sight of the pulsing hole he's made, walls throbbing as her body tries to close the gaping hole together. There're more hints of redness on his fingers, signs that he had broken her hymen with his hand. It's a heady sensation. He notices as well that Peter is standing close to the door, not trusting himself at the scent of her blood. His side fangs are protruding, sharp and eager.
"Do you think she's ready yet?" Peter asks.
"What do you think, baby?" Ethan address the question to the young human girl who's beginning to cry again, tears dripping down her cheeks as she gasps for breathe. Her whines are louder. As 'weird' as she put it, as it had probably felt to have his fingers inside of her, he knows it would feel even more unpleasant to be left with her gaping holes and the strange man with the camera capturing her humiliation, zooming in between her legs to record the way her body is reacting. She whimpers. "Daddy- daddy, please," she whines and really, he would have to be heartless to deny her.
He smears more lube on his cleaned fingers and tucks four of his fingers inside her at once, pressing and not letting up until he has all four of them in to the knuckles.
She throws her head back and moans, her own wet arousal making it easier for him to finger her. She's really quite beautiful and a size-queen in the making. Peter really chose well.
"Do you want more, darling?" he asks.
She shakes her head. "I can't-" she cries. "'I can't- I can't-"
"Shh," he coos, pulling back until only the tip of his fingers are in, and then pushes them forward, spreading her on his fingers over and over, only slowly down when he feels her walls tense. Huh. He's not even touching her clit and he thinks he can feel her close to her orgasm already.
He adds a little more lube and continues working on her pussy, stretching and opening her up, getting her loose and ready for him.
She continues to make lewd noises, whimpering and moaning as she lets out a litany of 'please' and 'no, no, no,' that are simply music to his ears. Lube is dripping down his arms, making him slippery down to his elbows and he doesn't take the time to clean up. With his free hand, he continues to rub up and down her body, coaxing her into relaxing.
His thumb brushes her clit and he's pleasantly surprised by the way her body tenses and she comes from the touch, her body going rigid as she orgasms. Her hole clenches around his fingers, whole body seizing intensely as her lips part and she cries out.
He waits until her body is completely lax in the afterglow of her orgasm before pulling his hand back a bit and quickly smearing lube onto his palm and around his thumb. He tucks his thumb to his palm and pushes in.
Her eyes shoot open the moment she realizes what's happening. Her eyes are wide and her pupils are still blown, muscles loose from orgasming seconds ago. She whines, shaking her head. "I can't- I can't-" she gasps.
"Shh..." he soothes, hands on her chest, fingers curling around her neck to stop the flow of oxygen to her lungs and her body tenses for a different reason altogether as she struggles for air, only for him to tighten his grip around her throat more.
He waits and lets her struggle, timing it carefully. She looks beautiful like this too, struggling for her life.
The moment his grip on her neck loosens, her entire body relaxes as she takes in a great big gulp of air and he pushes into her hole until his fist pops inside, her hole closing around his wrist, pulsing against him. It's absolutely perfect.
He wants more.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasps, chest heaving, drool hanging down her parted lips and onto her breast. She looks completely out of it.
"Look at you, baby. Such a perfect little darling," he says, keeping still, letting her walls clench around his fingers and get used to his girth. She's perfect. He can't wait to knot her.
She moans and he keeps petting her and complimenting her until she is calmed down. He also needs a few moments to gather himself. His cock is hard in his pants, cockhead leaking precum and smearing the front of his pants. He's not the only one smelling like arousal around here. Peter is groaning too and he glances over quickly to see that the man has given up on holding back altogether and has his hands down his pants, jerking off lazily.
The camera-crew aren't unaffected either, looking visibly aroused but they value their lives enough that they don't try to do anything about it.
"Daddy- Daddy, ah, ah," she gasps, drawing his attention back to her.
"Shh... You're alright, baby. You're perfect," he murmurs. "Look at you. You're so lovely. I'm going to fuck you with my fist and you're going to love it, aren't you, baby?"
She shakes her head and whines. "No, no, Daddy. I can't- I can't."
He pulls out carefully, stopping when he's stretches around the thickest part of his hand, and then he pushes back in, feeling the softness of her walls clench desperately around his hand.
She watches the way his hand is going in and out of her in a combination of arousal and awe, lips parts and moaning so steadily that saliva is dripping to her chest.
He fucks her like this for a few minutes, making sure her hole is fully stretched and opened for him before pulling back so the cameras can catch sight of her gaping hole, walls unable to clench themselves back together.
She whines at the loss when he pulls out and gives him a look of sheer betrayal. He loves how this looks. Her hole wouldn't close properly, winking and gaping as open air brushes against her wet walls, giving them a good view straight into her womb.
The camera shifts out of the way and he is back quickly, smearing more lube into her hole and then pushing his fingers back in again. His fist goes in with an ease that surprises and pleases him, letting him back into her body where he belongs.
"That's it, baby. You're so good. Think you can take some more?" he asks and without waiting for his answer, he clenches his fist inside of her and then pulls out, simulat
ing how his knot would feel once he's inside of her, locking their bodies together.
She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat, eyes rolling back into her head at the impossible stretch.
His hand rests on her stomach. He thinks if he tries hard enough, he can feel his own fingers through her skin. The thought makes him immeasurably harder, cock twitching in his pants. "That's it," he groans. "That's perfect, darling," he says as his fist pops free from her hole with a wet noise.
Then, he's pushing his fist back inside of her body, repeating it again and again, in and out with her loose, sloopy hole taking him back in every time.
She's crying now, her body confused by the arousal and pain, by how loose and tight she's feeling all at once. Tears roll down her face but she doesn't smell too much like pain. Her arousal and pleasure is winning out, the medicine working to make her want this already. This and so much more.
"That's it, darling. That's it. Daddy's so proud of you. Think you can take some more?" he asks.
Peter makes and inquiring noise somewhere behind him. This wasn't part of their original plan, but he thinks she's ready. She's taking it so well.
"Daddy's gonna stretch out your anal hole, okay? Than you're be ready for both of us. Don't you want that, darling? Both of us inside you?"
She is too out of it to respond, crying fat tears as her body tenses around his hand.
Keeping his hand inside of her, he begins to work on her anal hole, pushing two thick fingers in at once because he knows she can take it. She's ready for whatever he does to her right now.
"That's good, isn't it, baby? So nice and relaxed. Daddy can get you deeper here," he says. "You can take so much more in this hole, hmm?" he says soothingly, pushing three fingers in easily, using more and more lube to get her nice and stretched out. He can feel his own fist in her pussy through the thin layer separating her cavities.
"Are you certain?" Peter asks from somewhere behind. "She's not in pain?"
"I'll stop if she is," Ethan reassures him, knowing the vampire is counting entirely on his sense of smell to tell if she's alright. He doesn't blame Peter for worrying. She's drooling, whimpering pathetically as she writhes in her bondage a little, blinking dazed eyes at him. He can't help but lean in and kiss her parted mouth, licking her sweet saliva and kissing down to her nipples as he works his fourth finger into her anal hole. "That's it, darling. That's perfect." He pushes in deeper and deeper, opening her up until he is able to push his thumb in as well and then he's fisting both her holes. He can feel her tensing up around him when he manages to do it, but he doesn't pull back.
