Chapter 29

With the shirt still covering my face, I was lost in a sea of sensation, each thrust from Haides sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure rippling through my body. The fabric muffled my cries, turning them into a series of garbled expletives.

“Holy!

“Fucking!

“Shit!” I screamed, my voice rising with each jarring impact.

Haides was relentless, his large, pierced cock stretching me beyond what I thought possible, each thrust a brutal claiming that left me gasping for air. The initial intrusion bordered on agony, but as my body adjusted, as my slick flooded his length, the pain began to morph into intense, all-consuming pleasure.

I was practically breathless, my lungs working overtime to keep up with the demands of my racing heart. Haides’ groans of pleasure were music to my ears, his hands smacking my ass in a rhythm that matched the frenzied pounding of his hips against mine.

“Such a tight little pussy,” Haides growled, his voice thick with lust. “You love this, don’t you? Love being stuffed full of my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” I managed to gasp out, the words barely coherent. “I love it. I love your cock.”

His laughter was a dark, heady sound that only served to fuel the fire burning within me. “Good girl. You were made for this, made to be fucked by me.”

His hand came down on my ass again, the sharp sting of it radiating through my body like a shockwave. I knew I should’ve been reaching my limit, but even as the line between pain and pleasure blurred, I found myself craving more. I wanted him to stop, but I didn’t. I was trapped in a twisted paradox of my own making, a place where pain was pleasure, and surrender was power.

I dropped my hands to the bed, my fingers seeking refuge beneath my shaking body. I found my swollen clit, the sensitive nub throbbing in time with my rapidly beating heart. I was a panting, writhing mess, and as I began to stroke myself, the pain seemed to lessen, replaced by a growing warmth that threatened to consume me.

As I adjusted to the feeling of Haides’ cock, I realized something I hadn’t noticed before during our frenzied encounter against the tree. His cock felt different, more intense, with ridges that sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsating through my core with each thrust. My curiosity got the better of me, and I slipped my hand from my aching clit, reaching back to feel the base of his cock as he pounded into me.

My fingers brushed against the slick, hot skin of his shaft, and I felt the hard, metallic bumps of his piercings with each punishing thrust. Haides moaned at my touch, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through my body, amplifying the pleasure building within me.

“You can feel them, huh?” Haides’ voice was a low, raspy growl, the sound sending shivers down my spine as he slowed his thrusts so I could feel each one inside of me. “All the piercings up and down my shaft. How do they feel, baby girl?”

His words caused my already soaked pussy to clench around him even tighter, a desperate whimper escaping my lips as I squirmed beneath him.

“It feels so good!” I screamed into the mattress, my voice muffled by the fabric, but my words were laced with an undeniable fervor.

Haides’ laughter filled the room making me whine and buck against him. He continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, each one sending another wave of ecstasy crashing over me. The metal of his piercings added a new dimension to the sensations flooding through me, a sharp contrast to the smooth, hard length of his cock that was buried deep inside my throbbing pussy.

I was so incredibly turned on by the feel of his pierced cock inside me, by the way the metal glided against my slick inner walls with each stroke. I could feel how wet I’d made him, the evidence of my arousal coating his cock and dripping down my thighs and hand that was still wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Haides praised, his voice husky with lust. “Take every inch of my pierced cock. You’re doing so fucking well.”

His words of encouragement were like gasoline on the already raging fire within me. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with an insatiable hunger, desperate to feel him even deeper, to have him mark me both inside and out as his.

Haides’ grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he started to pound into me with wild abandon. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the rhythmic slapping of our bodies echoing around the room. “Now play with that greedy little cunt,” he snarled, his voice a guttural growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Make yourself come while I fuck you.”

I did as I was told, my fingertips dancing over my aching clit, each touch sending jolts of pleasure shooting through me. I was close, so damn close, but I needed more. I needed him to push me over the edge. “Harder,” I begged, my voice muffled by the sheets. “Please, I need more.”

Haides’ response was a low, throaty chuckle as his hand left my hip, his fingers tangling in my hair to shove my face further into the mattress. I was pinned, helpless, at his mercy. And I loved every fucking second of it.

“You want it harder, baby girl?” he panted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?”

“Yes,” I moaned, the word barely more than a whimper. “I want it. I want you.”

He adjusted his position, his body straddling my left leg as he drove into me with renewed vigor. I could feel him everywhere, his cock hitting depths inside me that I never knew existed. The feeling of him, so deep, so raw, was almost too much to bear.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, his hips pistoning as he claimed me with a savagery that left me breathless. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped, the words torn from my throat. “My pussy is yours.”

His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make my eyes water. “Come for me, Cora. Come on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

And just when I was about to cum, Haides accidentally shifted his weight and changed the position, halting my orgasm together. A whine of frustration escaped my lips as I dropped my hand from my clit and clutched at his leg from behind me, my nails digging into his muscle.

“What the hell, Haides?” I panted, my body trembling with the need for release that was so cruelly snatched away.

He growled in frustration, the sound vibrating through his body and into mine. I could feel the tension in him, the coiled energy that was so close to unraveling. “Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” he snarled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “No, sir,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Without warning, Haides flipped me over and onto my back, his body hovering over mine as he positioned himself between my legs, my shirt torn from my body in one swift motion. My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the flood of light.

“You disobeyed me,” he said, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that was almost frightening. “Now you’re going to ride me until you come, and you’re not going to stop until I tell you to.”

I nodded, my breath hitching as I wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted my hips to meet his. He entered me in one swift motion, the feeling of fullness making me gasp. Haides’ hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to move, my body undulating beneath him as I took control of our rhythm ignoring the cracking my knees gave with each bend of my legs.

I could feel every inch of him inside me, the sensation overwhelming as I rode him, my hands exploring the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his arms. I could feel the power in his body, the raw strength that was so expertly restrained. Haides watched me, his gaze never wavering as I chased my release, his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of pride and lust. “Ride my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

I increased my pace, each stroke of his cock sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, the pressure growing with each passing second. I was so close, so damn close, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.

Haides must have sensed it too, because he leaned down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he claimed me with a passion that left me breathless. “Come for me, Cora,” he whispered against my lips. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And with that, I let myself fall, my body convulsed around his as the orgasm tore through me like a freight train, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Haides followed me over the edge, his cock throbbed inside me as he found his own release, his groans of ecstasy music to my ears.

As the aftershocks subsided, I collapsed onto the bed, my body slick with sweat and my heart racing in my chest. Haides rolled off me, his breathing heavy as he pulled me into his arms, my head resting on his chest. I could hear the steady thump of his heart beneath my ear, a comforting sound that lulled me into a state of blissful contentment.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the silence broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. I knew there were a million things we needed to discuss, a million questions that needed answers, but at that moment, none of it seemed to matter. All that mattered was the two of us, tangled up in each other, our bodies still humming with the aftermath of our passion.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but smile. This was real. This was us. And for the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.