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The entrance of the hole welcomed the man’s fingers as if eager to embrace them. My body reacted against my will, and the strange stimulation rising from below made my cock and nipples harden even more.
After stirring inside me a few times with his fingers, the man hastily undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was obvious what he intended to do with that forearm-sized thing, but I didn’t have the strength—or the will—to stop him.
I couldn’t comprehend how things had escalated to this point, but one thing was certain: I was going to have sex with this man. The moment I realized it, my body trembled as if rejoicing.
The tip of his erection pressed against my hole. The thought of taking that inside felt like torture—impossible. As if mocking my doubts, he slowly pushed the head in, stretching the hole endlessly.
“Ah, it hurts…”
The sharp sensation made me clutch his shoulders tightly. It hurts, you bastard. My struggles intensified, and the man paused for a moment. His cock, half-buried inside me, felt awkwardly wedged in the stretched opening.
When I tried to close my legs and pull away, he grabbed my thighs and yanked me closer. Pinning my legs down to prevent movement, he thrust deep in one motion. My head jerked back with a gasp. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my inner walls, buried deep inside.
I expected to tear, but strangely, there was no ripping sensation. The discomfort of being stretched to my limit and the odd pressure of the foreign object inside made me nauseous, but the expected pain never came—it was almost surreal.
“Ah…”
The moment our most intimate parts connected, and I took his cock fully inside, I felt the heat trapped in my body dissipating. A strange sense of liberation and exhilaration surged as he pulled back and thrust in again, intensifying the sensation.
“Nngh, ah…”
It was a feeling I’d never experienced before. My vision whited out, as if I’d stepped into another world.
I pressed my trembling body against his, clutching the unbuttoned dress shirt he still wore. Buttons popped off as I tore it open, pushing the limp fabric off his shoulders.
My hands roamed over his exposed chest, tracing the smooth skin. The texture beneath my palms was indescribably soft, yet unyieldingly firm—not even a finger could sink in.
“Hold me. Hold me tighter.”
I pulled him down, pressing our chests together, murmuring words that didn’t feel like my own. The man said nothing. Only occasional, stifled moans escaped him.
My spread legs quivered helplessly with each thrust. His cock stabbed deep inside, ruthlessly scraping my walls, and when he pulled back, my hole clung to him, reluctant to let go. I could feel his shoulders tensing through the skin pressed against mine.
Clinging to him like a lifeline, I wrapped myself around his neck. Sweat slicked our skin where we touched, heat radiating between us, pleasure swelling with every movement.
As if annoyed by my fidgeting, he pried my arms from his neck and flipped me over. A hand slid under my hips, lifting my ass, and his cock invaded the empty hole again.
The deeper penetration made me arch my neck and whimper, and he pressed my nape into the bed, mounting me from above as he continued to fuck me.
The rougher and faster his thrusts became, the hotter and more sensitive my hole grew. Unable to satisfy my craving to touch him, I ground my burning body against the sheets.
“Nngh, you bastard…”
Was this how he liked it—pinning me down and raping me? I sobbed in frustration, and after a long stretch of solitary thrusting, he finally released my neck. I twisted my body quickly, turning back toward him and reaching out.
The man looming over me had lost focus, his eyes hazy with arousal. My own vision blurred with tears.
For a long moment, his body collapsed into my outstretched arms. I pulled him close, lifting my hips to press against him, our heated skin melding together.
His moans in my ear, his hot breath, the large hands gripping my waist and ass, and the cock pistoning between my legs—none of it was familiar, yet instinct told me this was what I’d wanted. The only thing that could save me now. The only person. The only act.
I clung to him as if he were my last lifeline, and he tightened his arms around me as if afraid to lose me. Our bodies moved as one, hands exploring each other’s skin.
His cock ground against my inner walls, and I rubbed my groin against his abdomen. A bead of pre-cum leaked from my stiff cock, smearing his stomach.
Had I ever wanted to cum this badly? Even when I’d jerked off, it had always felt tedious, unsatisfying—but now, I was on the verge of losing my mind from sheer arousal.
As I moaned, clenching around his cock, he pressed his abs against me, grinding my erection between us. The sudden pressure made my cock twitch, spilling cum without warning or buildup.
I stiffened, lips parting soundlessly, and he buried himself deep inside me, forcing his cock as far as it would go.
“Ah, ahh…”
Only broken moans escaped me. After a pause to catch his breath, he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder.
His ragged, panting breaths spilled over my nape. He bit his lip, jaw clenched as if holding back, then pulled his hips back.
The sweet, musky scent of his arousal thickened. My body, too weak to even twitch a finger, moved only with his rhythm.
My inner flesh clung to his cock, squeezing as he withdrew, then eagerly swallowing him back in. Shocked by how alive my body felt, I arched into his upward thrusts, my own movements growing frantic.
The needle-like pain and burning sensation had vanished—along with my rationality. I was writhing naked with a stranger, yet I clung to him like a lover, sobbing in pleasure.
∞ ∞ ∞
The man groaned low in his throat, body tensing as he spilled his heat inside me. It wasn’t his first orgasm—liquid dripped down my thighs, leaking from my overused hole.
When I clenched, a thick glob of cum oozed out, the sensation indescribably obscene.
I didn’t know how long we’d groped and fucked, but my body was sticky with sweat and cum. I’d cum more times than I could count, and though he’d finished fewer times—three or four, at least—it was still impressive. The curtains were open now; sunlight streamed in. I hadn’t noticed the night turning to morning.
Wow. So this is sex.
My first time was beyond anything I’d imagined. How did people do this every day? Were their bodies made of steel? I’d always scoffed at those ruled by instinct, calling them mindless, but now I had to admit—they must have incredible stamina.
The man lying beside me suddenly cursed. “Fucking Omega pheromones.”
I turned my head slightly—too exhausted to move more—and saw his frown. After cumming his brains out, what the hell was he complaining about?
“You’re blaming me after we just fucked like dogs? Where’s the guy who was all over me like a bitch in heat?”
I’d been reflecting on last night—how it hadn’t been that bad—when he ruined the mood. I shot back, injecting just enough emotion into my voice, and he abruptly sat up.
“What?”
“You’re the one who dragged me here and jumped me. If it had been once, fine—I could’ve laughed it off as a mistake. But you fucked me all night until sunrise, and now you’re blaming me? That’s rich.”
I’d only asked for help, and he’d dragged me here to fuck me. If I’d consented, it was sex; if not, it would’ve been rape. I’d saved him from becoming a criminal, and this was his gratitude?
I scoffed and carefully rolled onto my stomach. I’d meant to sit up, but the moment I lifted my hips, I realized that was impossible.
So… why had last night happened? My body had suddenly ached, but instead of going to the hospital, I’d ended up fucking a stranger—and then the pain vanished.
I was exhausted, but the agony from yesterday was gone, and my mind was clear enough to think.
It had felt like being drugged. I’d never tried it, but the stories matched—especially the pleasure from his touch. Like I’d taken stimulants, or my body had been hijacked. Then again, this body wasn’t mine to begin with… but still.
Date rape drug? If so, who spiked me? All I’d had was dinner at home and a few drinks at the gathering. Did someone at the venue slip something into my drink?
“You’re gonna pin this on me? When you’re in heat, you should’ve stayed home instead of coming out to seduce an Alpha. I can guess what you were after.”
“In heat?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
