Authors: Linn Young
Towering over Riley, who was standing defiantly in front of him, he clicked his tongue.
“That was very naughty of you, Little Pussy. Is it a spanking you want before I fuck you good
and hard?”
Riley took a step back, her eyes huge and round in her face as she stared at him.
Heron gave her a smile that was feral and ruthless. “You’re right to back away from me,
Little Pussy. Because it’s going to be a very long, very hard night for you.”
He reached out to grab her. Riley slapped at his hands, but he grabbed her and pulled her
to him. She fought him, twisting against him, hitting at him with her fists, even biting him. But
Heron held her fast with one arm around her waist while with his other hand, he undid his
clothes. He reached behind him and threw the switch off, throwing the room into complete
darkness. For a brief moment, the two fought in the darkness, Riley slapping and punching him
wherever she could, and Heron running his hands feverishly down her body, warding off her
blows, their breathing harsh and loud in the dark.
Heron picked Riley up with one arm and dumped her on the bed so that she was on all
fours, her buttocks bare and vulnerable to him. Exhausted from fighting him, Riley stayed where
he had placed her, her body trembling. Then she felt his two large hands on her hips and parted
her thighs even more, so that she was laid open and accessible for him. She cried out softly when
she felt him insert his middle finger into her flesh, and wriggled her buttocks when he began to
stroke her, readying her for his possession. He murmured his approval to her when her juices
began to flow over his finger and hand and felt her inner flesh begin to contract with growing
pleasure. Then his finger began to explore her internally, feeling and pressing against her inner
walls. Riley shivered and her hips bucked. He managed to find a particular spot that had a cluster
of nerve endings, a spot that roughly corresponded to her clitoris. When he pressed that spot
lightly, the small female body jerked as her abdomen clenched tightly, and she gave a long moan
of agony. He did it again, pressing lightly, and pressed again, and again, each time making Riley
arch and twitch, hearing her gasping, her hips jerking in an attempt to escape his touch, but
always, Heron would find that spot. She didn’t know what he was doing to her, or how he had
found her out. His diabolical touch was setting her loins on fire, but his exploration was so sly
that despite aching she couldn’t come.
Then, when his finger began to gently rub the spot in a circular motion, Riley’s loins
clenched sharply and she desperately threw out her hips at him and frantically wriggled it.
“Oh, God, no,” she sobbed in the dark. She swished her hips again when he continued to
stroke her, her body shuddering with another wave of mind-numbing pleasure. “Stop it! Please,
stop it!”
When Heron didn’t heed her pleas, she tried to close her thighs in self-protection. He
pulled her thighs further apart with his hands and pulled her buttocks up higher. He held her like
that with his muscular thighs. Then, while the small female body trembled before him, he laid
both of his thumbs against her vulva and gently parted them, opening her up for his possession.
He was going to take her, Riley thought, her mind seeped with pleasure and agonizing
erotic tension. He was going to take her pussy. But she hadn’t even seen him. He hadn’t let her
see his penis, or let her feel it, or hold it. She didn’t even know what size he was, how long he
was.
Then she felt the head of him press lightly against her entrance. Heron pushed again and
continued to push until the bulbous head of his penis was enveloped by her vagina. And it was
large, very, very large, larger than what she ever had. She was stretched by the enormous bulb,
and he wasn’t even finished. He was far from finished. He had just begun.
Heron pushed again, gently, a very short distant so that a fraction more of him was
inserted. Riley felt her walls stretched to capacity and she was afraid that she wasn’t able to take
any more of him.
“Please, take it out. It’s too big for me. You’re too big.” she said fretfully, wriggling her
bottom to try and dislodge him.
He bent his head and rained gentle kisses on her back, hair, and shoulders, his hand
soothingly rubbing over her buttocks. “Shhhh, darling,” he crooned gently. “There’s nothing to
fear, Riley. Nothing to fear at all.”
He gave another small shallow push, inserting another fraction of an inch, making Riley
wriggle her hips again. “That’s it, darling,” he growled. “You can take it, for me.”
Heron pushed again, all the time whispering reassuring words to her, crooning softly to
her. He repeated his gentle thrusts, gradually speeding up his motion, gradually able to go deeper
into Riley’s body. When he was only a few inches inside her, the rhythmic movements of his
thrust began to take their toll on both Heron and Riley. Riley’s body began to twitch and shudder
as she felt the tension in her loins beginning to build up, her nipples tightening painfully, heat
suffusing her entire body. Groans and whimpers were torn from her throat. Heron was also
feeling his own impending climax, his great body shuddering as his loins burgeoned with rushing
blood. Through clenched teeth, he was growling and then moaning, his hands on her hips
becoming hard and bruising.
As badly as he wanted to, and as overwhelming as the pleasure was, he still managed to
not thrust himself completely inside Riley, but forced himself to thrust in and out of her with his
partial length. He knew she was not fully ready to receive the whole of him. But she would be,
soon. Soon, he would possess Riley with his complete being.
By now, Heron knew when her orgasm was upon Riley by the way she frantically
wriggled her buttocks and her body bucked, her breathing panting through her clenched teeth. He
held her hips firmly even as they writhed for him. Riley threw her head back, opened her mouth
wide, and cried, “Oh, God, Heron!” And then she wailed as her body shattered in her climax.
Heron felt her feminine walls clench at his penis and pulsate as she milked him heavily.
His body trembled once, he cried out once, then he went into a great shudders, pumping his seed
deep into Riley. She, coming down from her climax, felt the hot liquid on her walls and moaned.
During the throes of his orgasm, Heron gave one deep thrust so that his entire length was
fully gloved in Riley’s loins. Riley’s eyes shot open as she felt him completely inside her,
stretching her, filling her to utmost capacity. She never had any man that size inside her before.
God, how big was he, she thought frantically, eight inches, nine inches. Ten? She never knew
that a woman was capable of holding a penis of that size inside her.
Heron pulled slowly out of her and then thrust back in. Riley shook her head, denying to
herself that he was going to take her again. Surely, he couldn’t, she thought, not again. Not so
soon after a climax and she had so little strength left because the pleasure was still seeped in her
muscles so that they felt like liquid, and not when she had yet to get used to his enormous size.
She felt him pull out of her and thrust again, and then do it again. And with shock and shame,
she felt her loins tighten again, even as she was still shuddering from the last orgasm.
She struggled to rise on her elbows and jerked her buttocks. “No, Heron, don’t take me
again.”
But Heron gave her another thrust, much deeper this time, and Riley’s flesh clenched
with erotic tension and heat. He did it again, and again, each time deeper, so that eventually, he
was plunging his entire length inside her each time he thrust inside her.
“Please, Heron,” she begged hoarsely. “Please don’t take me again.” Then she collapsed
onto the bed, her whole body awash in warm, oozing erotic need.
Heron wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her buttocks higher to him so that he
could have easier access to Riley’s flesh, and he took her, again and again, growling and hissing
as pleasure flooded all of his senses.
This was possession, Riley realized. Heron was taking her with his entire length,
completely possessing her each time. And she was letting him, wantonly, she knew, by the way
her body became softer every time he thrust his entire length inside her, as if her body
independent of Riley knew that she was his wholly and completely for his own use. As the
climax built inside both their bodies, Heron’s thrust became more ruthless, deeper, longer, his
hands harder, and he became more animalistic, bending his head to take bites out of her flesh,
and Riley’s body became more giving, more and more supplicant, more yielding, even as she
sobbed, her hands clawing at the sheets.
It was Heron who reached his orgasm first, throwing his head back as he gave a harsh,
howling cry in the dark, his arms holding her fast to him, bucking over her, as he spilled his
seeds deep inside his mate. When Riley felt his hot liquid wantonly splash her womb, the fiery
tension in her loins broke, and she screamed as the powerful orgasm coursed through her body as
she writhed violently in Heron’s embrace.
Riley didn’t know if she had passed out, or if it just seemed that minutes had passed when
she next opened her eyes and became aware of her surrounding. At first, she thought that the
dull, thudding vibration of the base from the dance floor music from the bar downstairs was the
pumping of her own heart. At the same time she became aware of Heron looming above her.
Before she could guess his intentions, he turned her onto her back and his hands parted her
thighs. Her pale gray-hazel eyes met his dark ones as he fingers touched her flesh, still swollen
and sensitive from their recent fucking. When she felt him inserting a long finger inside her,
testing her, once again, she arched and gasped softly, closed her eyes as her body shuddered in
response. so that he would not see the wantonness she knew was in her eyes, even now, so soon
after his last possession of her. But she did not attempt to protest, too weak to maintain any sense
of propriety she normally observed after sex, such as physical and emotional boundaries between
a man and a woman, demand for concern and consideration, and communication.
Heron lowered himself between her legs and gave a deep thrust, plunging half his length
inside Riley. Her loins grew heavy with the sudden heat, a tightening pulling deep inside her
loins, making her cry out. Letting out a shuddering sigh between her clenched teeth, she brought
her knees up to her chest and wriggled her hips frantically in an attempt to relieve the heavy
tension inside her, whimpering in her helplessness. Heron unbent her legs and wrapped them
around his waist as he pushed again, this time entering Riley’s soft flesh his complete length. She
felt that dragging pull deep in her loins again, much sharper, much longer, because he was so
deep inside her. She arched her upper torso and gave a long wail, tears streaming down the side
of her face. Heron withdrew and thrust deep inside her again, and Riley arched and wailed again,
and as her body shuddered, he plunged into her depths again, and again, while Riley sobbed for
him. At first his plunges were slow and patient, but they picked up speed gradually, tortuously so
that the pulling tightness in her abdomen was unending, racking her small body with erotic
torment, sapping every strength of mental and physical energy from her.
Where the pleasure of the sex made Riley helpless and weak, it seemed to make Heron
increasingly demanding, more ruthless in his touch and his kisses, and capriciously possessive.
As he possessed her, he loomed over her, and his eyes met hers, and saw them racked with erotic
agony, her face a mask of strained reckless pleasure every time he plunged into her, her mouth
parting to gasp and sob. And the eyes, enlarged and reflecting her complete helplessness,
pleading with him silently to not make her suffer so, but as well as with unwilling surrender. For
a moment, Heron imprisoned Riley’s eyes with his as he plunged over and over inside her,
silently commanding her to relinquish her pleasure to him. At one point, she did surrender, her
eyes telling him that anything she had to give, and more, was his for the taking. And then the
pleasure became too much for her, too heavy, the heat inside her loins too unbearable, and she
began to lose the strength to even keep her eyes open, and they began to drift closed as the
pleasure began to tighten and build towards the climax.
Heron twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her face up to his. “Don’t close them, Little
Pussy. Don’t close your eyes to me. Keep them open.”
Obediently, Riley struggled to lift her lids but could only open them half way. They were
dilated, almost completely delirious, unseeing. And then they began to drift close again.
“I want to see your eyes, Riley,” Heron said harshly. He wanted, needed to see those
gray-hazel eyes the moment she felt him making her his, which would be the moment when she
felt his liquid scald her dark depths. He wanted to see his possession of her wipe out in her eyes
that maddening, bewitching, knowing look that was so often there whenever she directed them to
him.
“Open your eyes, Little Pussy. I want you to know who it is that is inside you, when I
take you,” he growled.
Heron thrust deeply inside Riley, causing her to cry out sharply, arching her body on the
bed. Hearing the command, her eyes fluttered opened, and then closed again when he invaded
her again.
“Keep them open, puss!”
Riley shuddered. “I…I can’t.” And then she opened them partially, then closed them
again when Heron gave another deep thrust, arching on the bed, gasping, then opened them again
fractionally. When the gray-hazel eyes were partially open to him, they were glazed over and the
heavy pleasure that filled her prevented her from bringing anything into focus.
Heron himself was struggling to remain surfaced above the dark pleasure that was
threatening to submerge his mind. The part that was used to being in control of his being wanted
to stop his fucking so that he could regain his fast slipping hold on his senses. But his body
would not stop the unrelenting thrust and push into Riley’s small, luscious body, the tight
pleasure that rushed into his loins driving him to seek her depth over and over. And when he
heard her sob, feel beneath his her body shiver every time he plunged into her, and when her
feminine walls clasped at his every invasion, Heron felt a small satisfaction of retribution that he
was causing her such torment for the way she had taunted him from the very beginning, and for
tantalizing him with her eyes and her body the first time she had shaken her naked tail at him.
And he wanted to be able to hold himself back, and enjoy the sex from an emotional and mental
distance, and enjoy observing Riley enduring erotic suffering. But the pleasure from taking her
was drawing him into the net, as well, so that he was tormented by Riley while tormenting her.