His shout drowned out Selma’s wail as his cock forced her pussy wide to its core. Beyond the rough stimulation from his ridges hitting every single sensitive spot along her channel, his girth stretched her so brutally she was suddenly thankful for the days her demon captors had kept her in a state of constant arousal. She could have taken him without the preparation—she was built for him—but as she gasped and panted on his monstrous cock now, she knew it would have hurt. Badly.

Now all she sensed was mind-breaking pleasure.

All the warning she had before he pulled back his shaft of searing flesh was his fingers digging into her hips.

Selma bucked and cried as his ridges rubbed her G-spot again, but the pace was too slow for her to climax. Though she could feel the power the demon put into the movement, he was hindered by the grip of her velvet sheath.

Before his head could pop out of her abused cleft, he reversed the movement, making her take him all the way to her core again. And again.

Over and over the beast bred her from behind, growling with each agonizing thrust. With pleasure or frustration at the pace, she didn’t know, though at this point she didn’t much care either way.

She didn’t know how long the slow mating took, didn’t know if it’d been minutes or hours, because all that mattered was how perfectly and completely he took her as his own.

She did, however, notice when he released her hips, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck with one hand, and let the other reach around to press against her pulsing clit.

Selma, who’d been in the process of gritting her teeth as he pushed into her body again, jolted back from the unexpected touch. Kain’s thighs slapped against her hamstrings and she yelped at the full penetration, but he locked her aching body in place as he forced her to take the dual stimulation of having both her G-spot and clit roughly rubbed at the same time.

It was too much, too intense. She screamed and thrashed, caught between wanting to escape and needing him to never stop, but although she bucked and wailed, the end was inevitable.

With a final, sobbing moan, her entire body seized. Release so intense it made all sounds fade and her vision turn to pure, blinding white took her.

For once there was only pleasure.

Sound was the first thing to return, albeit distorted, followed by the inescapable sensation of being filled to the brim.

Selma whimpered, fidgeting underneath the heavy press against her back to try and reorient herself.

At her first there were weak movements as the man inside of her rose up off her back. Then, with no further warning, he thrust—fully and with no hesitation.