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Savage Land Heat 2
🕑 Added 2020-09-19 21:02:49 +0000 UTC
“No, please, fuck me,” Laura moaned, knowing she deserved his abuse. Hoping she deserved it—deserved to feel as good as it made her feel. “Do whatever you want to me! Only let me have that prick! I need it! I can’t get enough of it! It’s so big! So powerful!”
She began stroking his spent cock—so much fleshy manhood contained within his muscular thighs that she felt like she couldn’t get away from it, was unable to let it out of her grip. She massaged his balls, desperate to find some more cum for him to give to her.
“Go to sleep, doggie,” Peter told her offhandedly, too bored of her even to be demeaning. “I’m tired.”
“No, fuck me, come on!” she pleaded. “Let me get that cock hard and you can fuck me with it! Breed me! Put it wherever you want! I’ll suck it once you’re done! I’ll get it nice and clean.”
“Go to sleep,” Peter insisted. “You think you’re entitled to my cock? You don’t deserve it. You’re not good enough for it.”
“I knooow,” Laura keened. “But I need it! I have to have it!”
“Then be obedient!” Peter hissed. “Go to sleep. Don’t bother me again or I’ll find someone else to be my mate.”
That shut her up. She nodded dolefully. “Okay, Peter. Okay.”
Peter was sitting down, resting against the groin of a tree, his arms folded behind his head to give him a cushion. Laura crouched down to be with him. She wanted to lay her head in his lap—maybe start sucking on him in the night. He had liked that when she’d done it to him before. She had liked it too. Liked it too much. She made him come and then he had no more juice to fuck her with.
Peter kicked her violently away. Laura rolled across the ground, landing with a thump against a neighboring tree.
“You sleep at my feet,” he snarled. “Like a dog. This is my bed. You don’t deserve it. I don’t let dogs up on my bed.”
She whimpered in sadness at his denial, but Peter just turned away and went to sleep. Laura felt drained by how he’d turned her down. Thankfully, that at least left her no energy to stay awake. She felt very tired suddenly, and when she laid her head down, she fell asleep on the cold, murky ground. She knew she deserved it. She had been disobedient. If she had been a better mate for Peter, he would’ve fucked her like she wanted, needed. Was made for.
Laura dreamed of him that night. She imagined him back in her mouth, fucking her face again like he had before. It made her burn, especially between the legs, and she began touching herself, pretending that her fingers were really Peter fondling her.
***
In the morning, Peter was gone. Laura panicked before she remembered she could track him. She was so determined to do it that she lowered her nose to the ground, sniffing his scent right up off his footprints. Then she followed his trail for half a mile, until she came to a pond. Peter was bathing, up to his waist, the symbiote in the water around his naked body, a protective black cloud about his legs. Seeing her, he slicked back his hair one last time and started out of the pond.
“You’re up. No, don’t come in. There are some pretty nasty critters in these waters. My shadow here keeps me safe, but you wouldn’t want to be in here without it. And you hardly need to be cleaned up.”
He came up onto the shore, the symbiote clinging to his legs and lower body, but no more clothing him than a layer of greasepaint would. Laura gazed longingly at the toned muscles of the man standing before her. His prick—thick and hot and hard—swung invitingly between his legs. She licked her lips. She wanted to feel it in her mouth again, get more of the pleasure he had given her when he fucked her face, but she wanted it breeding her cunt even more.
“So, how’re you feeling?” Peter asked, sounding a little abashed. “Now that you’ve rested, has that healing factor of yours gotten the better of these pheromones?”
“Fuck me,” Laura pleaded. Her heart raced. Her pussy ached to be stuffed full. “Bury your prick inside me. Fill me up with your cum!”
“Guess there’s no point in being a gentleman, then. I’ll try to make this pleasant for you, but it seems what you get off on is pretty unpleasant. So sorry in advance for not setting a safe word.”
He walked up to her. Peter only had a few inches on Laura, but he seemed to tower over her. He bent down to her and kissed her hard on the mouth. His hands ran from her luscious breasts to a snug grip between her legs, tightening his fingers on her cunt until he felt the heat inside. Then he grabbed either side of her fly and ripped it open. All that was left of her leather pants were leggings, the tattered ends wrapped around her thighs. Peter spread the fleshy lips of her sex and stroked her clit with his rough fingers.
Laura moaned loudly. He was touching her slowly at first, but then his touch came harder, harder. He kissed her again. Then moved to her heaving breasts. The fingers of his free hand sank into the bra top and ripped it off her body entirely, leaving not a stitch behind. Laura was topless as well as bottomless. Only her long leather bracers remained anywhere near intact. That seemed fitting, with the pantlegs that were so tight they were staying wrapped around her flesh. It was clear Peter saw no need for her to remain clothed or for her to get dressed for the foreseeable future.
Laura’s breath came in short, hard pants as Peter took advantage of her half-naked body to fondle her cunt more freely than ever, while kissing all over her bare breasts as well.
“You’re torturing me!” Laura gasped, her hips undulating as if trying to engulf the fingertip Peter was rubbing over her clit, but not daring to be so aggressive as to offend her new mate and master. “What you’re doing to me… I can’t take me! Please fuck me! I know you can give it to me hard and deep—mate me on the first try…”
“You’ve got that right,” Peter said. “But you don’t get my prick until I’m ready to give it to you. And I decide you’re ready to take it.”
He wrapped his lips around Laura’s right nipple, sucking on it roughly. As it swelled with the pressure, he stroked it with the tip of his tongue. That made it even hotter, even more engorged. Feeling both Peter’s finger in her sex and his tongue along every stiffened centimeter of her dusky nipple set Laura’s brain on fire. She squirmed wildly under Peter’s efforts, her climax welling up deep inside her to meet his assault. It tingled as it grew to fill her, spreading maddeningly through her thighs and belly.
“I’m gonna come!” Laura breathed urgently. “Yes, Peter, baby, it’s happening!”
Her body clenched, adamantium claws popping from her hands and feet, and waves of pleasure exploded through her. She groaned loudly and buried her knuckle-mounted claws in the trees to either side of her. Holding herself back from the berserker rage that the sheer intensity of this sensation was driving her towards.
Laura threw her head back. “Fuck me with your fingers!” she ordered. “Make me come again—uuuhhhhh!”
“You’re telling me to do?” Peter asked, his voice gently chiding. “Bad doggie. I might have to punish you.”
Laura pressed her thighs tightly together—Peter flicked the cool, oily feel of his glove over her stiffened clit, pushing her to the very brink. The symbiotic glove was too smooth, too soft. She needed him to be rough with her.
“Ph-punish me!” Laura begged. “Bend me over and spank me! Fuck me in the ass if you want to! But don’t stop!”
Peter took her nipple between his lips, sucking it, then biting it, then truly clenching his teeth so hard that he crushed her nipple flat with bruising force.
“Fuck!” Laura cried, her pussy quivering, sloshing with its aroused wetness. She felt like she had an ocean inside her—none of it as firm, as hard, as necessary as Peter’s finger, which she was in love with. Addicted to. “That’s it, Peter! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
Another incredible wave of ecstasy blew through her lean, toned body. She never wanted it to end, even with her nipple throbbing from the vampiric bite he had given it. This is Heaven, Laura thought. I can’t die, but if I could, this is what it would feel like to go to Heaven.
Peter gently slowed his caresses until they stopped, leaving Laura drained and satiated. Without his touch to stand up for, Laura slumped down to the ground. The weight of her adamantium skeleton dragged her claws out of where she’d staked them. She fell on her back, chest heaving, just managing to find enough energy to open her legs in offering should Peter wish to use her.
He crouched down to be able to speak to her without raising his voice. “I love to watch you come,” he said. “The way you beg when you’ve had a little and think you can take more… the look on your face when it’s clear you’ve had you fill and it scares you how overwhelmed you are. It gets me hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it? My… hard… cock.”
Completely assured of himself, with no hesitation whatsoever, Peter mounted Laura’s body. She was still flushed, warm, wet, sweat clinging to her body as tightly as the haze of her afterglow. The tip of his fat prick touched her sensitive lips, bringing her back to herself—rousing the animal inside her—but despite having just proven how she was his, Peter didn’t take possession. Not yet. He was teasing her. Making her beg for it. That was worth putting off the tightness of Laura’s cunt just a little bit.
“No… please… don’t toy with me,” Laura moaned. “Give it to me! Fuck me hard and fast! Let me have that beautiful cock of yours!”
Peter took Laura’s hands and moved them over her head, holding them down above her. The positioning shoved Laura’s breasts up into the air, pressing them against his own muscular chest. Laura’s nipples tingled, rubbing against the slippery texture of his costume.
“How badly do you want it, doggie?” Peter asked her. He wiggled his hips, nudging his massive erection against her little pink cunt, but still he didn’t penetrate her. Just the thought of actually being impaled on his rigid cock brought Laura into a haze where she would say anything, do anything, to please him and earn his cock.
“More than anything!” Laura keened. “Please fuck me, please let me be your bitch! Ram into me! Use me as much as you want! Let me make you come and please, please, come inside me! I need you to breed me. I need it so much.”
“Well,” Peter grinned. “Since you asked nicely…”
The words had barely left him when he plunged himself deep into her hot cunt, thrusting into her so fast that his balls slapped resoundingly against her tight ass. Laura cried out, her scream echoing through the Savage Land as he buried his prick in her up to the hilt.
“Yes!” she gasped out when he was inside her, all of him soaking in her burning juices. “Just like that! Give it to me! Breed me hard!”
“Still telling me what to do,” Peter tutted disapprovingly, drawing himself out of her ever so slowly. He kept going and going, depriving her of more and more of his erection, until only the engorged knob was still inside her. He paused for a second—it felt like an eternity to Laura—before driving himself into her again.
“OhyesohyesOHYES!” Laura mewled, pupils dilated, taking the pleasure of his fucking like it was a narcotic rush.
Peter let go of her hands, wrapping his fingers around her contorted face instead. She immediately threw her arms around his muscular back. Cooing as he kissed her, his hands holding her lips in place despite his phallic thrusts throwing her around like a ragdoll in an earthquake.
“Nnhhhh! That feels so fucking good! So… fucking good!”
“Take it all!” Peter grunted, his momentum building with each thrust. “Feel how deep I’m going inside you—how hard you’ve gotten this big cock! I’m not going to stop until it’s all the way in, bitch! Then I’m going to fill you with my cum!”
“Yes! Please!” Laura whimpered. “Breed me, breed me, you’ve gotta breed me!”
She wrapped her legs tightly around Peter’s hips, submissively helping him bury his prick even deeper into her. Another orgasm built inside her, rushing around her erect clit. Every stroke that Peter gave her brought her climax closer and closer. It felt like a huge weight above Laura’s head, teetering, being rocked by Peter, about to fall.
“I need it, master!” Laura moaned, her arms tight around Peter’s shoulders, her nails dug into the flesh of his back. “Don’t stop, no, don’t—I want every drop of your delicious seed!”
Under the influence of the symbiote, Peter couldn’t bring himself to care much what Laura wanted, so long as he got off. But hearing her literally beg for his cum proved supremely arousing, bringing him to the brink of climax.
“’Bout to give you… what you want!” Peter grunted out, slowing the tempo of his thrusting to prolong the last delicious moments of the fuck.
“Thank you master thank you master thank you master,” Laura panted, eyes beaming as she looked up at him lovingly. “I’m so lucky to be your bitch!”
She squeezed her legs where they wrapped around Peter’s back, pulling his thick manhood deeper into her sex. Her impending climax rampaged uncontrollably inside her, seeping away all her thoughts. She physically could not care about anything other than coming on Peter’s cock. The anticipation was the only thing that mattered in her life.
“Don’t stop!” Laura screamed. “Don’t you dare stop! I’m so fucking close!”
“And I’m not holding back,” Peter groaned, stabbing himself in to her one last time before hot jets of cum gushed out of his cock. He filled the pink folds of Laura’s pussy, coming in her so much that her cunt was stretched even more than it already was.
“Holy shit!” Laura shrieked, her hips bucking like an overcharged carnival ride. “That’s it! I’m your bitch! I’m your bred little bitch!”
Laura’s sex exploded, a sensation that ironically seemed impossible for her body to contain, that she felt while Peter filled her to overflowing with his hot cum. He pumped his hips a few more times after the initial burst of ejaculation, thrusting into her as his prick blasted more ropes of cum deep into her depths. Laura shuddered with pleasure while her womanhood was thoroughly flooded. Then, drain and spent, Peter collapsed on top of her.
“You’re not such a bad fuck yourself,” Peter panted, his face resting on her shoulder. “Good thing you have that healing factor. I think I just broke your pussy.”
Laura smiled, her afterglow doubled after hearing how she’d given Peter such satisfaction. “Can I suck you off? I know we have to get moving, but I want to taste your cock first.”
Peter lifted himself up above her, smiling. “This your way of apologizing for coming all over my cock—getting it dirty with all that cream of yours? Or do you just want some more cum in your hot little mouth?”
“I don’t know, master. I can’t think. All that matters is that you’ve bred me. But my body is telling me I need to suck you off—be a good girl and suck you off.”
“Well, if I had to breed someone, at least she’s polite. Okay, Laura, you can suck me. But first…” Peter kissed Laura quickly, running his tongue over her soft lips. “I’d hate to do that after you’ve had my cock in your mouth.” He rolled off of her, onto his back, folding his hands behind his head. “A lot of women have sucked my cock. Let’s see how you do, Laura. Can your mouth be a good little cocksleeve or are you only good for being bred?”
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