Page 15 of Ravaging Red (Monsters of the Hollow Realm #1)

Red’s Ravaging

RED

“ P lease,” I gasped, my voice hoarse from crying and begging, from breaking all over again.

The leather bit into my wrists, and my body was slick with sweat. My thighs were trembling from exhaustion, and an arousal that he didn't want to soothe.

He wasn't fucking me. Not yet. And I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to. That was the cruelty of it all. I was trapped between lust and survival.

Instead, he just hovered over me. Touching me and breathing me in. Keeping me tormented for his pleasure.

The head of his cock slid along my folds again, slow and thick and unbearably hot.

He hadn’t pushed inside. Not once. Just teased.

Over and over, back and forth, letting me feel what I couldn’t have.

Every glide made my hips buck despite myself, made my clit scream for friction, for mercy, for more. But he gave me nothing.

“Look at me, Red.”

I hesitated and he tightened his hold on my waist, pulling me up against him.

I took a deep jagged breath and looked at him.

I felt the defiance in my eyes, the way my chin jutted out, how I tried to turn away from him.

He simply gave me that arrogant smirk before he moved me.

Like a ragged doll he purposely placed my pussy against the base of his cock, sliding me over the ridges, and smirking as I fought back a moan.

While he moved me back and forth, he made sure to coat his dick with my cream.

“Feel that?” he murmured, dragging me over his rigidity, hard enough to part my folds but not enough to enter. A drop of his precum dripped onto my pussy and I gasped. It felt different, it made me feel euphoric.

“What is…?” I moaned, losing my words as the sensations of it coursed through me.

He continued. “Look at how wet you are? And I haven’t even fucked you yet. It’s obscene. You should be ashamed of yourself, being in heat like this.”

“I’m not…in heat,” I gritted, my voice faltering as I fought myself from humping him.

He gave me a dark seductive look. “No, you’re not. Not yet. But keep lying to me, and I’ll show you what it really feels like to burn.”

He shifted slightly, the thick head of his cock pushing against my opening again, then slipping up to tease my clit.

Another drop of precum hit my pussy and my back arched against my will, the impact of it was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my body.

It had to be some sort of drug; it was the only explanation.

Rael’s eyes flared red. “You keep squirming like that, little Red, and I might think you want to be ruined.”

“I’m not squirming,” I bit out.

“Oh, no?” He pressed my hips down onto his cock, just enough to grind against that swollen, desperate bundle of nerves. “Then why is your pussy soaking my cock like it’s starving?”

I turned my head, my eyes squeezing shut, but that made it worse. In the dark behind my eyelids, I could feel everything even more intensely. The slick drag of him. The heat of his massive frame. The pressure. My body yearned for him.

He nudged the tip of his dick at my entrance again. My breath hitched, caught in my throat, and I held it. I was his captive, I couldn't run anymore, didn’t dare to. I was being forced to submit to him.

When he pulled away again, I whimpered. “Ohhh,” he cooed. “That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for.”

My face flushed hot. I hated that I made any sounds for him. Hated even more that it made my core clench.

“You’re fighting so hard,” he teased, dragging his claws lightly up the inside of my thigh. “Why? You know you’re going to break. You’ve already cracked, Red. You’re begging in silence.”

“I’m not,” I said, but the tremble in my voice gave me away.

He leaned in close, wet nose brushing my jaw, voice thick with sin. “Let me hear it, Red. Say it. Tell me what you need and I’ll put us both out of this misery.”

I clenched my teeth, shaking my head.

“Stubborn,” He groaned, sliding his cock along my folds again, pressing it against my entrance, slipping through the mess between my legs. My body jolted at the contact. Unbearable heat rushed through my stomach. My muscles tensed and shook.

I let out a sob. A real one this time.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired and he was right. And the words came out before I could stop them, before I could swallow them back down.

“Fuck me.” The words hung in the air between us. A slightly sinful confession.

Rael stilled. Not hesitating. Not showing me mercy.

No. It was pure restraint. That awful, unbearable kind of restraint that only made everything more palpable.

His hands gripped me harder, his claws dug into my flesh, causing a slight sting to mix in with the pleasure.

His chest heaved, and I felt the wild ripple of muscle against my body as he let out a slow, dangerous breath.

His hands moved like iron shackles, locking around my thighs, dragging me down until the head of his cock pushed against my opening, hot and massive and throbbing with every inch of filthy promise.

Then a low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest.

“There she is,” he said. “There’s my good, filthy girl.”

“It won’t fit,” I squirmed but he held me down.

“We’ll make it fit, my pet.” He growled and the sound vibrated up his dick and through my body.

“Please fuck me, Rael.” I repeated.

The words came without shame now, my thighs soaked with arousal, my cunt pulsing, wet, and spread wide over his lap. I couldn’t stop begging, didn’t want to. I didn’t sound like myself anymore. He’d turned me into a creature that only knew how to beg to be filled.

“You finally said it,” he growled, his voice unrecognizable now. A sound filled with satisfaction. “Begged like you should have from the beginning.

Rael growled, low and pleased. The feel of his claws tracing up my sides, dragging lightly over my ribs and around to my back, made me shiver. His hot breath washed over my skin as he shifted beneath me.

“You’re ready,” he murmured, his voice was like dark silky heat, and hunger was wrapped in each syllable. “So wet and ready for your monster cock. Dripping all over me knowing what’s about to happen to your sweet little cunt.”

I hated how my pussy throbbed from his threats. His words instilled fear in me but deep down inside, I wanted to hear more. He continued to tease my swollen lips, and I moaned without meaning to. That sound, that broken sound, made his hips jerk.

“I should take you hard,” he said. “Split you open and fuck you until your mind melts. You’re already half gone. You can’t deny you like being at my mercy. You like being owned, little Red.”

“I don’t…” I tried, but I was lying, and we both knew it.

His voice dropped, all gravelly, and full of sex and dominance. “We’ll see about that. But keep fighting, little Red. Keep rejecting your monster.”

He licked my throat, his voice growing deeper with arousal. “Because the more you do, the more I’ll force myself deep inside you.”

His cock was too fat, too long, its veins pulsed along its length in thick ropes, the swollen head kept leaking that insufferable thick warmth that smeared across my skin in a trail of raw, primal possession.

“No more pretending, Red. You need me. You belong to me. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Then he moved slow at first, just the tip pushing past the tight entrance, stretching me inch by inch until I began to writhe over him, attempting to get off him.

“Gods, it hurts!” I screamed.

“Good,” he growled, gripping my body tighter. Making me feel so small and defenseless against him.

This was my fate, and I could either succumb to it and maybe enjoy it or fight him and get taken against my will. Either way I’d be claimed, and instead of frightening me, the thought excited me.

The pain curled inside me and turned into heat. My wrists strained against the leather bindings, hips twitching, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he filled me.

He shifted his hips pulling the tip out with a loud pop, only to push it into me again.

“I’m going to break you open, Red,” he whispered, his voice tightening with restraint. “You’re going to feel me everywhere. My dick is going to brand you. And I warn you, you’ll never want another male after this.”

He pressed forward, slowly, his cock breaching my entrance. I cried out, high and sharp, body arching against the restraints, thighs trembling.

It was too much. The stretch burned, a slow sting that pulled me apart, but it was heaven, too. The kind of pleasure that left you breathless. The kind that changed you.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take every inch. Let me feel that pretty cunt fight around me. Hades, you're so tight. So fucking mine.”

I choked out a sound. Half sob, half moan, as he filled me deeper, his thick length forcing me to spread in ways no human female should.

“Fuck,” he snarled, claws sinking into my hips. “Tight little cunt’s clinging to me.”

He fed more of himself into me, his cock dragging over every nerve ending, thick and veined, every throb sending a pulse of heat through my core. My breath hitched. My mouth hung open. I couldn’t speak, only feel.

“You can’t cum without me, Red,” he whispered in my ear.

“You can try but your body will always deny you. Because it knows. Just like you know. I’m the only one who can bring you pleasure.”

I bit his shoulder hard, shaking with the effort not to fall apart. He only groaned, harder, louder, pushing in the rest of the way until I was full to the point of gasping in pain and surrender.

Then came the first gush of his cum. It landed hot inside me, then trickled up over where we were joined smearing against my clit. The moment it filled me, a strange numbness spread, like a soft buzz beneath my flesh, dulling the ache, replacing it with bliss.”

“What… what is that?” I whispered, shaking.

“My seed,” he snarled, thrusting deeper. “I held it back from you before.”

“Why?” I murmured, loving the sensations.