The pained sob made him look around the room in panic for something, anything that could help her.

His eyes fell on one of the carved bedposts. It didn’t have the ridges, but its shape flared into smooth edges and bulbs…

Kain reached out, wrapped his hand around the post midway up, and broke it in half with a flexing of muscles already tense with raging testosterone before he turned back to the girl.

She had stopped flailing since he pulled the dildo out of her and now lay limp in front of him, thighs spread so her glistening slit was fully visible. Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks, and a soft but persistent whimper made his stomach clench with need to soothe and comfort.

Humming a vibration he’d never produced before, he slid his fingers up her cleft, spreading her open once more.

Selma moaned in response, but when he pressed the rounded end of the bedpost to her opening, her eyelids fluttered open as she gasped in surprise—and then again in strained pleasure as the violently shaped staff forced her to open around its blunt end, sinking into her wet depths inch after torturous inch.

Seeing her stretched for the thick tool, its carved surface grinding into her walls almost as forcefully as a demon's cock would have, was nearly as stimulating as her sudden keening.

Kain groaned as the first ridge on the bedpost hit something good inside of her, and she spasmed so hard around it he could see her abdominal muscles twitch. His panic evaporated, once again replaced by the all-consuming need for pleasure.

He thrust the bed knob in until she couldn't take anymore before reversing the movement. Her slick, pink sheath desperately clasped on to the bedpost, following the thrust. Brutally he shoved it in again before finding her throbbing clit with his free hand.

She was too busy clutching at the bedding and panting to pay him any notice, but her body reacted with a violent clenching, nearly halting his ministrations. He put more force behind the thrusts, spearing her spasming pussy faster and faster.

Her rhythmic moans and cries thrilled down his spine and made his erection throb and ache. The humming in his throat turned to a possessive growl as he fucked her faster and faster, abandoning all concerns that she might get hurt. She was a Breeder; she was born to take it, born to fuck.

Too soon her cries of pleasure turned to hoarse screams, her body tensing until finally she stiffened completely in an arc, head tossed back into the mattress while her pussy milked the bedpost for all it was worth.

“Oh, fucking god! Yes!”

Her release filled the room, the air, his nostrils, and mind. She was beautiful in her climax, pale skin flushed pink, hair spread out like a dark halo, and that perfect pussy opened wide around the carved wood. He would never get enough of her.