Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Good, because I intend to keep doing this for you for a very long time. You have so much potential. So much sweetness, light, and magic.”
“Magic?” I’ve never been called magic before, but there’s a reverence in his voice when he says that word.
“Yes, Melissa. It’s in you. Surely you’ve noticed how bright you are, how people are drawn to you, and how you are drawn to trouble?”
He smacks me again to emphasize the question, but he doesn’t feel as stern as he did before. There’s a softness to the gravel in his tone, and he runs a hand briefly over my stinging rear as he asks.
“I know I’m trouble, sir,” I whimper. “But I don’t really mean to be.”
“Of course not. You end up in it no matter what you do. It seems like fun, and opportunity, doesn’t it, a break from the tedium of everyday human life that seems to occupy others, but never quite satisfies you.”
I arch my hips. The movement isn’t intentional so much as it is instinctive. I want to feel the heat of his hand, the soothing roughness of it against my skin.
I am rewarded when his hand slides straight back down over my cheeks, the tips of his fingers following the curve of my cleft until they make light but deliberate contact with the slit of my sex.
“Oh, my god!” I gasp as I feel him touch me there with complete assurance, as if that part of me were not only made for him, but belonged to him.
“I own your debt,” he says. “And that means I own you.”
“I don’t think that’s what the law says.”
“That is exactly what the true law states,” he replies, spanking me again, even as the tingling sensation of being touched in such an intimate way continues to zip through my lower belly.
The spanking goes on, but I have stopped worrying about the slaps and started focusing on the possibility that he will touch me there again. I ache for his fingers to slide back to my pussy. That brief moment of transgressive pleasure has become the main focus of my consciousness, something I need more than anything in the world.
“You keep squirming and offering yourself,” he observes as he rubs my pussy lightly, petting me like a temperamental little animal. “I think you like this.”
My face flushes even more intensely as I realize that there is absolutely nothing being hidden from him. He’s noticed my desire, he’s stoked my arousal, and now he is going to take full and total advantage of me.
“The spanking does not count for punishment purposes if you are mated and bred,” he says. “Do you wish to be bred?”
I am blushing so furiously I can barely think, and all the while his fingers are stroking slow circles around my clit.
“Bred?”
I know what the word means, in theory, but I am about to feel it in practice. I should say something about the fact I’ve never done this before, but I am too busy being overwhelmed by the feeling of being exposed and aroused and realizing that my innocence is about to be defiled.
He leans down over me, his body covering mine. I am so small compared to him, so delicate, and so completely vulnerable. I let out a little gasp as I feel hot, hard flesh press against the cleft of my ass. He has freed his cock and I am bent for it. All it would take for him to slide his hips back and the head of it would be aligned perfectly with…
“Oh, my god,” I moan, as he does just that, drawing the head of his cock down my slit, gathering my arousal on the tip of it before using it with erotically devastating accuracy, pressing between my outer lips, my inner lips, breaching the barrier of innocence that remained inside me.
“Bred,” he growls as he tears the last remnants of my virginity in a long, smooth, dominant thrust that makes my inner walls clench and the muscles in my tummy go taut.
“Mr. Ornix! Fuck! Ohh, I…”
“You were innocent,” he growls.
“Yes,” I moan.
Ornix
I felt the spark of her virginity calling to me as soon as I had her bent over. The moment her arousal started to flow, there was a sweetness in the air, a tang of desire that I could not ignore and that led to impulses I could not deny.
As my cock speared through that little veil of virginity, I felt it. The bonding magic. The perfect claiming. She is mine, now. There is nothing in any universe that can change the fact.
I feel her sweet interior quivering around me, untouched flesh struggling to take me as her body adjusts to the purpose for which it was made. She sparks around me, little bolts of magic and desire flashing from her to me and back again. The hair on the back of her neck is erect, and there are goosebumps all along her arms. Her flesh knows what is happening to it. I am seeing an ancient response, one coded into her from the beginning of time.