Slay My Soul

I'm nervous. Stupid but true. This guy is nearly eight feet tall and has more muscles than Darius and Acassus combined. I feel tiny next to him. This is David versus Goliath material. I think he's the biggest of his brothers. I have a feeling the monster cock Poppy mentioned will be one hundred percent true. My pussy is going to die.

"We will need to put our marks somewhere they won't be easily spotted by the king," Asmodeus says. "Maybe under your breast? A small one to activate the bond. I can do it properly once you are safe." I nod in agreement, feeling awkward. There is no dating to get to know each other. No falling in love and sealing the deal. This will be mating on a time constraint, and I hate the thought of how I will be essentially fucking a stranger. It's not his fault though. So I try to pretend I have known him for ages and we are about to claim each other after a romantic evening in a beautiful room that is not this crappy cell.

"Sounds smart. The King will lose his shit once he knows I only have one left to mate. I'm just glad they haven't twigged that you are my missing mate."

"Let's get this claiming done before they find out then," he murmurs nuzzling my cheek with his. "I will try to behave but please understand, it has been a long time since I have... been intimate with someone."

"Got your rocks off, you mean," I interject.

"That too," he laughs. "However I am a beast at heart and things might get intense. Anytime you want me to stop, just say so." With that said his lips slam onto mine, his tongue plunges into my mouth, and... Is that a forked tongue? Oh boy! Garret has some competition. His hands rake up my sides bringing my top up with them. He tugs it over my head but holds it with my arms trapped behind my neck. His horns are wide enough to go around my small form and he leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, drawing a small moan from me.

"Shut up!" He hisses. It's like someone has dumped freezing cold water on me. I jerk away and snatch my top back down. "Shit!" He facepalms. "Eve, I wasn't directing that to you, it's your mate. He won't shut up!" I pause.

"Reece is here?" I ask, surprised. Asmodeus nods.

"He's telling me to stop worrying so much about making you ready to receive me, claims you can take it. It's putting me off. I want to focus solely on you and he's making it difficult," he groans.

"Where is he?" I demand. He points to my right and I turn.

"Alritey Mister. No girl in their right mind is going to turn down foreplay and I've heard all about their monster cocks, so who says I can take it without prep?" I demand at the empty air. Asmodeus makes a choking noise. "What did he say?" Asmodeus opens his mouth and closes it clearly debating repeating it. He finally looks at me awkwardly.

"He said you took two in your pussy fine," he says sheepishly.

"Lucky you're not solid, or I'd kick your ass right now. Asmodeus is right, you're killing the mood, and times a-wasting."

"He said he will butt out and just watch. Shall we try again?" He asks reaching out to me. I sigh and nod, throwing my top completely off. This time I undo the laces on the leather tunic he's wearing and unlace the crotch of his pants. He pulls the top over his head as I pull down his pants, eager to see what he's packing with my own eyes. I gulp. Ralen and Poppy did not do the monster cock justice. It's the size of my forearm. There are indeed weird spike things studding the bottom of the plump head. Raised ridges, whorls, and bumps decorate the long shaft. My mouth waters. If this thing kills me, at least I'll die happy. He watches me nervously.

"Can I touch it?" I ask, desperate to explore these foreign textures.

"Please do," he groans. I tentatively touch the spikes. He sucks in a harsh breath as he jerks at my touch. Huh! They are soft like ticklers. I run my hands over his velvety length, feeling the ridges and bumps. I smirk. Ribbed for her pleasure. I put a hand on either side of his shaft and give it a firm pump, his head goes back and a rumbling purr comes from his chest. A bead of precum forms and I dart my tongue out to taste, surprised to find it's sweet. I stretch my lips over the huge head and start to take him in. It's a little like channeling my inner snake. Nearly unhinging my jaws and swallowing him bit by bit. My eyes water as I start to work him down my throat but boy, do the moans coming from him make it worth it! He pulls himself from me abruptly, panting hard. He kneels on the floor and pulls my legs towards him. My nerves kick up again, thinking of being impaled on that massive piece of equipment. Thankfully he extends his forked tongue and attacks my pussy with it. Not as long as Garret's by any means but I feel like I'm at least in familiar territory.

He inserts a thick finger into my tight hole and immediately rubs my g-spot as he sucks and flicks my clit in earnest. I'm surprised by how quickly he makes my orgasm rise, and I allow it to sweep me away. His pressure on my g-spot increases, milking me of cum and drawing out my climax. He pulls me swiftly into his lap and kisses me senseless while my empty pussy still pulses in the aftermath of pleasure. His textured shaft rubs against my now-soaked nether lips and bumps my clit, drawing out aftershocks. I feel him come to a halt outside my entrance and rest his mushroom head there. I send a prayer to the powers that be that I can still walk when this is done.

He begins to push forward and my eyes widen at the stretch, my nails dig into his shoulders. He continues to kiss me. Making love to my mouth, hands kneading my back muscles, but his eyes are open, watching me carefully for signs that it's too much. He continues to push slowly into me and we both sigh with relief as his head settles at last inside me, the spikes feeling odd. I gulp as he begins to push forward again carefully. I can see my headstone clearly in my mind. It will simply proclaim 'Death By Dick.' Because I honestly can't see how I'm supposed to survive this impaling. I'm feeling impossibly full and I don't think he's anywhere near halfway in.

His hands move to my hips and he begins to rock me, on what he has managed to cram in so far, allowing my juices to lubricate him further and glide more smoothly. He feeds more of himself in as he rocks against me. The sensation is overwhelming. Every part of him stimulates and sends sparks through my pussy. The stretch of him burns and he makes me ride a thin line between pleasure and pain. A bump rubs relentlessly against my G-spot and his ridges and ticklers rake against my fluttering walls. Still more of him feeds into me and then the strangest thing happens. The head of his cock thins and hits my cervix and then it keeps going. I gasp. This is the tentacle thing that Ralen was talking about. It doesn't hurt, just feels different.

With his head now thinned and disappearing where no tentacle has gone before, he finally rests his full length inside me. I resist the urge to high-five him. It's in, I survived it!

"Are you ready?" He murmurs against my lips.

"Aren't you supposed to say that before you start?" I query.

"Yes, I'm about to start. Are you ready? I can't stop once we pass this point." Fuck. Should I wave the white flag and bow out? He's freaking me out now. My traitorous head nods without my consent, while I'm still trying to process. He grins and then my world implodes.

His knot swells and the vibration starts. It's like someone upgraded the high speed of my vibrator as he locks us together and rocks against me. My eyes roll back in my head and my back bows. A pressure builds like I've never experienced before, it's borderline painful and I feel almost like I need to pee. It's too much, too everything, and I struggle in his arms trying to get away from it. He pins my arms at the bottom of my back with one hand and continues to rock. I explode. My back bows so hard it cracks and a scream erupts from my throat. He covers my mouth with a hand to muffle my cries as a gush comes from between my legs, and I freak out thinking I have peed myself. I hear him moan my name and feel him pulsate inside me as he cums. Thank god! I don't think I could have handled it if he played the long game. My orgasm rolls into another one, then another. Tears prick my eyes as my body shudders uncontrollably with pleasure. Then Ralens words come to haunt me. Fifteen-minute orgasm. Should have waved that white flag. I'm going to die. A change in headstone is in order. 'Death by orgasm.' More pee gushes from me in a rush, as another orgasm rolls over the top of the one I was midway through.

"Stop," I whimper. He nuzzles my cheek.

"Can't stop now, sorry. We are past the point of no return," he rasps.

"Fuck!" I gasp, as another orgasm rolls through me, drawing yet another scream from my throat. I struggle against him willing to risk tearing to escape from the overstimulation. It's too much. Abort mission! But he tightens his grip holding me in place as orgasm after orgasm ravishes my body. I was right, I'm going to die by monster cock.

"I love that you squirt when you come," he murmurs. Oh! Not pee. Thank the heavens! He leans his head down low, and pulls his long hair aside, guiding my head to the back of his neck. "Mark me, my mate." I bite down as the next orgasm hits, marking him and taking a few sips of his blood to boost myself against the onslaught of orgasms. He purrs as part of our bond clicks and as soon as I disengage my fangs he tips me backward, still rocking me on his exquisite torture device, and bites the underside of my breast. Our souls entwine and our emotions rush. I realize I'm not the only one suffering death by orgasm, he is too. I feel my eyelids get heavy as the mating mark starts to pull me under. Orgasms continue rolling through me, as he rocks, vibrates, and twitches inside me as my consciousness slips away. For once I'm glad to be overwhelmed by the mating mark. Up your butt deadly orgasms!