Claiming the Queen [MF] [fantasy] [anal] [Mdom]

*How could my asshole be so greedy?* She wasn’t unfamiliar to having fingers or tongues or kisses in her asshole, but as the General grabbed her by the waist and held her firmly in his grip while fucking her ass with three fingers, the storm in her womb thundered. Hot flashes of lust filled her mind as her asshole swallowed up his fingers. She clawed at his bed, squeezed her own breasts, and even kicked out with her feet, but nothing could stop it. Her asshole spread, easing up to the foreign objects, falling in love with the vigorous motions.

He’d taken complete command of her, like how a body controls its shadow. She tried to move, but he held her in place. She tried to speak, but pleasure blocked her throat. Ouros was so big and powerful; Oviya could not believe how much it turned her on to be transformed into a submissive sex slave. She would bend to his every desire, she realized, as she came.

Her knees knocked and went weak, her ass trembled as the orgasm flooded her thighs. “Enough,” she whispered, unable to bear it any further.

Ouros slapped her ass before his fingers slipped free. Then he kissed her asshole once more. It had become much more receptive to his touch. “As you wish, your grace.”

He stood once more, holding his enormous cock with one hand while the other held her by the waist. Oviya glanced down, having to look between her breasts to spot his massive size. She bit her lip, the moan already building up out of sheer anticipation. She flexed her muscles, making her asshole tighten as she prepared for the invasion.

When finally he pressed himself to her, she grasped the sheets and arched her back like a wildcat, throwing back her head. She stared up at the dark ceiling where the candlelight had cast their shadows. Over her shoulder, she saw his cock, long and magnificent, piercing the roundness of her backside. She saw her body, curved in pleasure, her hair a wild mess, and him a giant monster.

He pushed in slowly, caressing her hips and urging her on. “I will make you mine,” he whispered. It was a slow struggle against the resistance of her insides, but she could feel her walls further expanding. The hot warmth, the hard texture was filling her, breaking her. She tried to reach back and stretched her butt out, but it was no use. He might as well have been pouring solid fire onto her, burning her down in delicious ecstasy.

“Goddess,” she exclaimed when finally her ravaged ass gave away completely and accepted his entirety with one smooth thrust. Ouros grabbed her with both hands and groaned, a rumbling she felt deep inside her. He’d gone balls deep, his enormous size filling up her entire world it seemed. Her mind went blank, and a scream escaped her. Her voice broke.

“My Queen, my Queen,” he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her trembling shoulders and her neck.

She’d collapsed, nearly passing out as another rush of wetness flooded her thighs. Sparks flashed behind her eyes every time she blinked. Her insides clenched furiously, causing Ouros to shudder and squeeze her.

“How do you like that, your grace?” he asked as she whimpered for him to go on. He slapped her cheeks again, and the stinging and burning and pleasure resounded up and down her spine. He started to thrust.

Her juices had splattered all over his legs during his sudden dive, so every time his cock went deep, their thighs met with a vulgar wet smack. His cock went so deep inside her, she felt him in her belly, she felt him pushing against her insides. More wetness escaped her pussy. How long could he last? Surely, he should be at his limit soon? Oviya didn’t know if she wanted this to end.

“Fuck my little asshole,” she whispered, her voice raspy now. She glanced down to where she could see his mighty balls swinging and her wetness glistening in the candlelight. But she wanted him to go harder. Much, much rougher. She wanted to be consumed, so she threw her ass back, forcing him in quicker, harder.

Ouros growled and grabbed a fistful of her luscious hair, pulling it back as if she were a steed and he the rider. Her hips continued frantically moving, everything jiggling. “You’re mine,” he said, spit landing on her back.

She couldn’t respond. All she could do to answer was let out a guttural moan. So, he slapped her impaled butt again, but she could only whimper. Her voice was gone.

Ouros laughed, speeding up so that their shadows danced all over the walls. “The Queen of Snakes,” he shouted with glee. “Speechless!”

Her beautiful face flushed with excursion, torn between delightful pain and intense wet pleasure. Her breaths came hard and fast, her breasts jiggling without restraint. She could feel every single hot inch of him throbbing inside of her. He seemed to grow in size, the aching spreading across her in waves with every thrust. She groaned deeply, her throat burning, her face forced upwards by his grip on her hair. She loved every fucking second of this mind-shattering fucking. No woman on Snakes had ever come close to bringing out this much of the ocean within her. Was this what it meant to be a daughter of the Goddess? To find a soul mate? Could this man be the perfection she sailed all over the ocean for, the man to break her free?

How has he not finished yet? As if to answer her silent questions, Ouros let go of her hair and slammed her face into the blankets, forcing her ass higher into the air. He held her head down as he mounted her from above, giving him further access. This time he came at her with sudden thrusts, like the jab of a ruthless spear, while his exits were long and slow.

Every time he smashed into her glistening red ass, her cheeks quivered like mounds of nervous fruit jelly. With every forceful pump of his cock, Oviya felt her strength come crashing down. She still could not believe how she allowed this man to dominate her so completely, but she could no longer imagine existing without him. Her sense of pride evaporated in the fiery heat burning inside her womb. What had been painful and horrifying at first had evolved into a throbbing river of ecstasy, an abundance of pleasure cascading up her belly and into her heaving breasts. Her entire body seemed to be shutting down as she succumbed with her very being.

She felt like the ocean caught in a raging storm. His thighs crashed against her ass like terrible waves, each wet *smack* resounding like a clap of thunder.

Ouros roared. His grip grew tighter, his fingernails digging into her sides like claws. He clenched her close, submerging his cock’s entirety into her so that his balls pressed against her soaked pussy and his hard abdomen flattened her ass. He leaned down and bit down on her shoulder as he came, his entire body trembling against her. Fire shot deep within her, each shot like a flaming arrow. The heat pooled in her belly, and she moaned and cried and shuddered.

When finally he finished, he relinquished her, collapsing backward on the floor. Oviya remained with her ass up, frozen in a moment of pure bliss as cum dribbled out of her asshole like rainwater and spilled down her thighs. The pleasure, the heat… was this what she had sought after all? She’d cum so hard, so many times, and now she had a man’s cum inside her. But this would not sire an heir.

“Your grace,” he whispered, panting for air. His body was drenched in sweat, his thighs covered in cum and Oviya’s juices. The room had filled with the scent of body odor, the thick musk of his cum, and the sweetness of the Queen. She moaned as she crawled off the bed and fell on top of him.

“More,” she whispered into his beard, feeling his drenched cock with her knees. “I want more.” Her asshole throbbed, her body desperate to have him back inside her.

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed, his nipples flicking her hard nipples. “Clean my cock, your grace.” Ouros climbed to his feet and held it out for her, and she marveled at how he was ready again, showcasing a resilience she’d not seen in any man she’d ever met before.

So long and hard, still dripping with juices. She kissed the tip with her lips, wanting to tease him, but then he grabbed her head and pushed himself into her throat. She looked up at him in surprise, wild-eyed and turning red, but the thick scent of him filled her and he seemed even larger now.

He let go, and she slobbered all over him. She kissed his base and sucked on his top. She licked his balls with her tongue. She stroked him gently, massaging her face with his hardness, all while looking up at his furious look of desire.

“I must have you once again,” he said, reaching down and picking her up into his arms. She wrapped herself around him, feeling his cock against her belly as he walked over to the bed. He placed her gently on her ass, then pushed her back. His fingers tickled her asshole, which gaped to reveal how much it had enjoyed him, but he shook his head. “I can’t wait to fuck your royal little pussy. Would you like that, my Queen?”

She nodded glancing down to where his cock hovered over her. She collapsed onto her back and spread her legs. “Please,” she whispered in a raspy voice.

Ouros spat on her puffy pussy, caking her thick pubic hairs with his saliva. Then he shoved his cock into her pink folds, now so thoroughly soaked that he slipped inside without any resistance in the slightest.

His knees buckled almost instantly, and he collapsed onto her, shuddering. “Your grace,” he whispered, his lips seeking out hers. His cock felt lodged inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him, keeping him inside. He sucked on her bottom lip as she whimpered. She prayed to the Goddess that he could hold on, that he wouldn’t cave in as she scratched his back.

Ouros slipped his tongue into her mouth and began to thrust, slowly with a maddening place. He rammed the opening of her womb, and Oviya found herself struggling just to hold on. Her insides wrapped tight around him, wanting him to stay there a while longer, forever. Her mind went blank; all she saw were beautiful displays of fire exploding in her head to Ouros’ rhythm. She clawed at his shoulder blades, pressing him into her till it felt as if her breasts would burst wide open. She forgot everything. Her name, her people, her journey. All she could focus on were the hot flashes of heat continually filling her insides.

She thought anal would be the peak of pleasure, yet this was immeasurable. She counted all the years wasted without cock and swore another day would never pass without dancing with a man. She wanted to be filled to the absolute brim, and in this crazy fever, she pulled Ouros in with her fearsome legs, forcing him to bury his complete length in her depths. And that was all the General could withstand.

Oviya wanted to drown in this unrestrained wilderness.

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