Arabella’s point of view.
Being possessed by different creatures does has its perks, it was just like a second ago Wymond had me thrown over his shoulder and dashed out of the barrack -it’s not even put to a minute yet and he’s already standing outside our room.
He pushed the door open and barged in, he headed straight for our bed ignoring my kicks and scream to put me down.
He threw me on the bed, he glared maliciously at me as he paced to and fro in front of me.
“Strip!” was the only word that left his mouth after a few moments of silence.
My eyes widened when I saw him unbuckling his belt, then started dragging his pants down to his legs and leaving just his boxer on.
What on earth is he trying to do? Is Amy’s dream of us getting raped gonna come true?
“W-what are you doing?” I couldn’t help but spluttered out.
“I said strip!!” he yelled which made me flinch and fell back on the bed.
His eyebrows were knitted tightly together in a very serious frown, his eyes were flickering colors, his arms were folded on his chest and his strong muscles were tensed, his jaw was also clenched tightly as though he’s trying to keep his beasts at bay -please keep them at bay or I’m gonna pass out.
There are three kinds of energy emitting from him at the moment; Possessiveness, jealousy and anger.
“W-wy…” I trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Darling, please, let’s calm….”
“Strip, now!” he cut me off.
I could tell from his tone and how serious he looked, that he ain’t gonna calm down or take no for an answer, until he’s done what he’s got in his mind.
My eyes trailed off his naked chest and landed on the mountain in his boxer, I gulped nervously but started taking off my clothes.
I took off every piece of cloth on me, except my panty, I decided to keep it on.
“Lay on your stomach and show me your @ss!” he commanded.
I wanted to argue with him, but there’s some kind of authority lurking in his eyes that I couldn’t afford to go against, I quickly laid down -after all, I’m already naked.
He caressed my @ss gently for a moment, before spanking me so hard but a soft moan escaped my lips instead of groaning in pain.
“You dared to parade the streets in rags?” he spanked me again.
“They’re not rags, I…”
My words were stuck in my throat and I couldn’t finish my words when he gave me another spanking.
“If they’re not rags, then what are they?” he spanked me again.
I could imagine my @ss getting red by now, but I didn’t dare complain.
He quickly took off his boxer and shoved his dîck in my face.
“I’ll see how you can parade the streets in rags by the time I’m done with you!” he paused and gestured at his erected dîck. “Get to work!” he commanded me.
I nodded and started stroking him slowly, but he spanked my breasts very hard which made a moan escaped my lips.
“Be serious!” he growled.
He steadied my head as he shoved his dîck in my mouth, then started fuçking it roughy and hard.
Few minutes after fuçking my mouth, he pulled out and snatched my left breast in his mouth, then his free hand started squeezing my right breast and touching my nipple teasingly.
“I don’t have time for foreplay, spread your legs!”
What? No foreplay? Just fuçking straight? Can I even withstand another around of fuçk?
Though, I didn’t need any foreplay to get wet, because I’m already dripping wet from anticipation… wait, anticipation of what?
Maybe I should try calming him down.
“Darling, I don’t think it’s convenient for us to mate again this morning” I said.
He simply raised a questioning eyebrow at me.
“I’m still feeling sore down there and I don’t think going there again is safe for now”
He scoffed and grinned slyly, his eyes squinted as he looked directly in mine.
“You have yourself to blame then for being stubborn and irresistibly tempting” his fingers trailed along my waistline. “Lemme ask you, what exactly was playing on your mind when he paraded the streets and barged into the barrack in those pieces of rags?” he asked.
“Er, I…”
“Shh” he placed a finger on my lips. “I’ll tell you what was playing on your mind…” he trailed off and started placing small kisses on my stomach. “… you wanted to seduce me and get me rock hard, right?”
I shook my head.
“Lie” he smiled. “Well, congratulations because you’ve successfully seduced me and now I won’t let you go unless I fuçk you until my name’s engraved in your brain!” he said authoritatively.
Why am I getting wetter just from his words? Is it weird that I’m going back on my words because I want him to fuçk me real hard? And most importantly, why am I easily turned on? Is it because I’m no longer a virgin?
I held my lower lip between my teeth as I squirmed under his hold, he noticed my discomfort and smirked.
“I’ll help you” he said.
He hopped off me and the bed entirely, then held my legs and dragged me towards the edge of the bed.
He spread my legs open, crouched down and stared hungrily at my wet pûssy -although he can’t see much because my panty was still on.
“You’re so ready for me, but…” he didn’t finish his words before he delved in and started eating my pûssy through my panty.
After doing that for a moment, he gently pushed my panty aside and stared at it for a moment with his eyes sparkling in excitement, then he slipped three fingers in me.
I closed my eyes and released a quiet moan as I bite my lower lip harder, to the extent that I tasted blood.
His fingers started moving slowly in and out of me, his other free hand reached forward, grabbed one of my breasts and started massaging it.
While his fingers were thrusting in and out of me, his thumb was also touching my clitoris teasingly which was making me a moaning mess.
He’s an ancient man but he knows exactly how to torture a woman in bed, because this is sweet torture; where did he learn all these? Could it be maybe he’s secretly banging other women all these while?
Jealousy clouded my mind, but it didn’t push me to stop Wymond, in fact, I didn’t wanna stop him -we can talk about this later.
He stopped teasing my clitoris and a wave of disappointment hit me as he pulled his fingers outta me, but he quickly replaced them with his tongue. He sucked up every drop of my juice, before tongue fuçking me.
I grabbed his hair and pushed him deeper in me, I couldn’t get enough because my body’s in overdrive of pleasure right now.
His head was raising up and down as his tongue was thrusting faster into me, he slipped two fingers in me again and continued thrusting them in alongside his tongue.
He looked at me from below then spanked my breast, which made me throw my head back and moaned loudly.
“You’re gonna regret going out half-naked” he mumbled as he continued tongue-fuçking me.
He stopped after a few moments, he pulled his tongue and fingers outta me, then nodded in satisfaction as he stared longingly at my pússy.
“You’re ready to go” he said.
He ripped off my panty, poured some of his very warm saliva in my pûssy and gently entered me.
I first thought he’s gonna go easy and slowly since he entered me gently, but he surprised me with fast and deep thrusts.
I was feeling sore before now, but strangely I wasn’t feeling sore when he’s thrusting into me, rather I felt a wave of inexplicable pleasure and I want nothing more but for him to continue thrusting faster and deeper into me.
He leaned towards my mouth and crashed his lips on mine, he stopped his thrusts and kissed me softly for a short moment, then continued with his thrusts again -though he didn’t pulled his lips away from mine.
“Fuçk, you’re kinda tight” he moaned against my lips as he increased his pace.
Doesn’t his diçkhead get hurt from all these deep and fast thrusts?
Well, that’s none of my business, I want him and I must have him; I don’t care if his diçk’s hurting him or not.
He stopped abruptly and pulled out of me, but quickly pulled me up by my hand, he carried me, then wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms went around his neck for support.
“Hey, aren’t you gonna….” he cut me off by entering me in one thrust, I threw my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“You talk too much, baby” he said and spanked my @ss real hard.
“Sorry, sir” I murmured.
“Good girl” he kissed the corner of my lips and started thrusting in again.
My brain’s in disarray as he thrust deeper into me, he’s already fast and even faster than he was yesterday, but I still want him to go faster, like I don’t know how fast he can go more than this.
Doesn’t this mean I love rough and hard sex? Wait, is this my emotion or it’s Amy’s?
We stayed in this position for a moment, then he set me on my feet, he held my face in his hands and crashed his lips on mine again but he didn’t pull outta me; he was kissing me and thrusting in me at the same time.
Faster, deeper and harder he went until a few moments later, he slowed down his pace and started walking towards somewhere, I couldn’t see where he was going since my back is facing that direction.
Soon I realized we’re in the small living room in his room, I frowned slightly and wondered what we’re doing here.
Wymond pulled out of me and broke our kiss, he stroke his diçk and gestured me to climb onto a sofa then he headed back towards our bed.
He reached for something at the foot of the bed and headed back towards me, my eyes widened when I saw what he went back to get -a belt!
What is he gonna do with a belt?
“I said get on the sofa and show me your backside!” he growled.
“Do you wanna use that on me?” I asked quietly.
“You tell me” he answered.
My hands subconsciously rubbed my @ss, I can feel how rough and red my @ss is at the moment.
“You need to learn your lesson” he said.
“I have learned my lesson” I replied quickly but he shook his head in disagreement.
“I need to show you who the boss is, then next time you won’t think of parading the streets in rags and showing off what’s met for me adore alone!” he growled.
He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me towards the sofa, I fell on it and quickly held the sofa randomly to support myself, meanwhile my @ss was perfectly raised in front of him.