An original of mine!

Hello all! It’s my first time writing here. I used to post on tumblr under a different pseudonym , but that was a bust of a site to post on to begin with. I see that there’s a growing erotic literature community here on Reddit. This is one of my original writings. It’s nothing like what I’ve read in other Reddits/subs, but if you enjoy it, please upvote and let me know your thoughts!

“Consumed”
By perpetualmotionn

When she saw him across the room, her heart dropped and she began to soak the inside of her panties, and when he saw her, all he could think of was every little thing he wanted to do to her body.

He was a man equally simple and complex. He wanted to tear her apart and dominate her like a beast. To feast upon her almost as he would the flesh of a recent hunt. To learn her body like he had learned his environment in the wilderness, and to take her down like he would a swift doe.

She, however, was far more graceful than any doe he had ever seen. Her eyes big and beautiful, and when she looked upon him, she knew she was his prey.

As soon as he entered , she threw herself upon his chest. He played with her hair and gazed into those big beautiful eyes of hers while slowly wrapping her hair in his hand. She let loose a screech as he yanked her hair back and dove in for her neck; kissing, licking, and smelling his hunt.

“Have you ever been consumed?”,he asked.
“I asked you a question. Have you ever been consumed.”,he repeated.

“I don’t understand… consumed?” ,she replied.

“Have you ever been dominated? We are animals. Creatures of passion. I had my eyes on you from the very moment I saw you earlier today. You are someone I’d like to consume. To take you over, bend until you break, burn until you melt, to feast until there’s nothing left. I’d like to discover your body like a new world. To map and examine every region of your body. I want to command you, use you, and ruin you. Fix you, then break you all over again.”

As he spoke, he shoved her to her knees, which she in no way resisted. He pulled out his thick brown cock, on which she traced its veins with her dripping tongue.

“I won’t stop you”, she implied. “Take everything from me.”

She opened wide as he slid his rigid member down the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back, but it would seem she was smiling with them, almost as if she were just a good little slut waiting for her facial. Gripping her curly hair tightly once more, he began fucking her face relentlessly. It seemed that he had forgotten it was a mouth his cock was in, and neither a cunt, nor an ass. Gagging and puking little bits of fluid at a time, she dropped to her hands and gasped for air as soon as he pulled away from the hole that he had made his.

“If you beg, I’ll take mercy on you”, he implied.

“We’ll see, master”, she muttered from her mouth, which seemed “loosened” after his ravaging.

Extremely pleased with how filthy she looked already at just the beginning, he took her by the hair once more. Lifting her up as she fought for footing on the floor soaked with her saliva, he slid his fingers deeper into her than she could ever reach and began to thrust back and forth.

She held his thick muscular arm tightly as he still was holding her up by her hair, screaming intensely from the throttle of his arm and fingers shaking her entire body in an orgasmic flurry of thrusts. He pulled his fingers from her randomly, backhanded her soft and supple cheek, and shoved those same fingers in her mouth.

She was eager to taste the fruit of his strength and domination of her body. She wanted to taste her salvation, and her destruction. He slapped her once more as soon as she sucked his dripping fingers dry. Another slap impacted her beautiful face, and he dropped her to the floor, dragged her to the kitchen table, upon which he threw her rag doll body head first.

Her naked and vulnerable body lay facedown upon the table as he spread her ass and pussy. Smelling and lightly licking her outer lips. Almost like a beast preparing to feast upon its latest kill. After this point, she was lost. His tongue became lost in her sweet cunt, and her mind became entranced in every stroke of it. Stroking her pussy up and down, side to side from behind, and stopping after a rapid zig-zag tasting frenzy of her cunt hole at her throbbing clit, which he began stroking with the width of his thick tongue.

It amazed her that every part of one man could be so strong and thick. After what seemed to be ten or so minutes of teasing and denial of her orgasm, he licked her pussy from bottom to top, finishing with a sloppy figure-8 tongue job of her unbearably sensitive clit. She couldn’t handle what had just transpired. She screeched at the highest her lungs would allow and her legs shook fiercely, and the table was now soaked with her juices.

She rolled over on her back to see who she knew now as her owner, only to find him licking her cum from the tabletop with a blank and seemingly bloodthirsty look upon his eyes. He grabbed her feet, she tried to inch away, but she was already in the belly of the beast.

He pulled her effortlessly from the table onto the floor, where he pulled her by her hair, aggressively whispering in her ear:

“I’m not done with you, bitch. Your body is mine now.”

He slapped her three more times, almost slapping the smile off of her face. She spit on his cock as she bent to the floor. She knew all he wanted was to break her and fill her with cum. She wanted this. She wanted to be filled and owned. As she bent, he slid his wide cock into her slowly, and began to work her hole deep and stroking it as slow and hard as possible.

She felt like he was too big, but as wet as she was, it did not matter. He pounded her with amazing force. His full legs and hips gave him the power to fuck her harder than any machine ever could. As her legs began to move on her own and her toes began to curl, she flexed her muscles tight around her pussy. She didn’t want to cum without taking every bit he had to give at the same time.

Her squeezing was hard enough to push him over the edge, and in that moment she went quiet, quivering all over her body and her hips shaking, she was overtaken by this. Her eyes were rolled so far back that it hurt, and as she drooled from her open mouth and shook from the intensity of this full-body ecstasy, he filled her to the very rim of her cunt with his cum. He flexed and pushed as more cum continued to fill her.

As he pulled out, his cum dripped from he pussy and legs onto the hardwood floors, which she saw obligation to lick up.

“Good little whore. Now you’re mine.” He stated.

Words began to slip out from her weak lips, still shivering as her body twitched from her heavy orgasm:

“Yes, master, I am yours. Your broken little whore. Fix me so I can be your fucktoy again. I understand now”, she replied.

So it was truly her salvation. He broke her, and he would continue to break and fix his little slut until she was nothing but pieces waiting to be put back together with her master’s cum. This was her purpose now, to be consumed by him, and given salvation through meaning.

This was her purpose.
Breaking her.
Owning her.
Using and abusing her in ways that amused them both until it burst from them both.

It was true delight, he was her animal.

She, his prey.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a3mypj/an_original_of_mine