Creampie Dreams: Impregnation Erotica Trilogy Read Online Free Page B
Author: Aya Fukunishi
atop her tugged at her shirt, tearing it easily from her body. Her skirt came next, pinching her skin where the string cord popped open with a sharp tug, and she felt it slide quickly down her legs. She lay naked and vulnerable, unable to move.
A strong hand lay on the small of her back, its pressure gauged perfectly to hold her entirely still without causing pain. She felt as if someone had laid a cart horse on her, so firm was the hold. She couldn't so much as twist onto her back. Another hand grasped her rear, firm and tight, squeezing her buttocks in a grip that fully covered one cheek. The hand was rough, but not violent. Her captor didn't seem to want to hurt her.
She felt hot, heavy breath on her neck, and a voice whispered in her ear. 'This is your destiny, Amelie. You are to be the queen of the wolves. You must not fight fate. You should not struggle.' Hot lips met her ear, biting a lobe gently, and Amelie gasped. She desperately wanted to escape, to run to safety, but something about the presence dominating her so easily brought familiar stirrings to her body. Her lust, already primed by her own touch earlier, tried to take control of her rational mind and she felt her hands, which she had intended to ball into fist to ward off the attack, dig into the soft, cool earth as her body shuddered in response to the kiss.
Her attacker's lips moved from her ear to her neck, and she shifted her head slightly to bare her pale, smooth skin. Teeth lightly nibbled her, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips, and he felt a shiver run through her as the mouth moved down to her shoulder.
The hands on her back and buttocks shifted now, releasing her and moving to cover her own hands. Against the small of her back she felt his erection, firm and large, and she felt her rational mind release control of her body to her need. Just like in her darkest fantasies she was completely powerless. There was no hope of escape, and it was clear that there was nothing to stop her powerful captor from using her as he pleased.
Amelie felt disgusted at herself, but she couldn't deny her arousal. Her tight pussy, her private plaything that had so far never been filled by anything larger than her own slender fingers, responded instantly to the strong body holding her to the ground. She felt the slickness between her legs as her body prepared itself for what was to come.
She raised her buttocks, pressing herself more firmly into Roman's thick, eager member, and she delighted as she felt him move downwards, sliding his cock across her rear. Her legs parted eagerly, inviting him into her, and her captor needed no further encouragement. His shaft found her welcoming pussy, moist and becoming more so by the moment, and he slipped inside her with ease.
Amelie gasped at the sudden pain. Many times she had imagined how it would feel to be filled by a man, but she had never expected the sharp pinch that marked the physical border between childhood and womanhood. The pain was bright and quick, a snap that lasted no more than a few seconds, and then the sensation of Roman's manhood stretching her wet lips made her forget her discomfort.
His penis felt immense in her tight hole. She couldn't have imagined that it would feel this incredible, filling every inch of her easily. His erection buried itself deep within her, arousing her in a way that made her own fingers pale in comparison, and his thick, firm base stretched her tight lips and brought a wonderful pressure to her pink, eager mound.
Yet still she fought. The small part of her rational mind still present knew this to be wrong, and even against the overwhelming force of her lust and hunger she squirmed beneath him. Her lust, however, was firmly in control, and her objections were weak and half hearted against the need that filled her body. While she wanted to run she needed this feeling to continue. She needed to be filled, and she found herself unable to
A strong hand lay on the small of her back, its pressure gauged perfectly to hold her entirely still without causing pain. She felt as if someone had laid a cart horse on her, so firm was the hold. She couldn't so much as twist onto her back. Another hand grasped her rear, firm and tight, squeezing her buttocks in a grip that fully covered one cheek. The hand was rough, but not violent. Her captor didn't seem to want to hurt her.
She felt hot, heavy breath on her neck, and a voice whispered in her ear. 'This is your destiny, Amelie. You are to be the queen of the wolves. You must not fight fate. You should not struggle.' Hot lips met her ear, biting a lobe gently, and Amelie gasped. She desperately wanted to escape, to run to safety, but something about the presence dominating her so easily brought familiar stirrings to her body. Her lust, already primed by her own touch earlier, tried to take control of her rational mind and she felt her hands, which she had intended to ball into fist to ward off the attack, dig into the soft, cool earth as her body shuddered in response to the kiss.
Her attacker's lips moved from her ear to her neck, and she shifted her head slightly to bare her pale, smooth skin. Teeth lightly nibbled her, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips, and he felt a shiver run through her as the mouth moved down to her shoulder.
The hands on her back and buttocks shifted now, releasing her and moving to cover her own hands. Against the small of her back she felt his erection, firm and large, and she felt her rational mind release control of her body to her need. Just like in her darkest fantasies she was completely powerless. There was no hope of escape, and it was clear that there was nothing to stop her powerful captor from using her as he pleased.
Amelie felt disgusted at herself, but she couldn't deny her arousal. Her tight pussy, her private plaything that had so far never been filled by anything larger than her own slender fingers, responded instantly to the strong body holding her to the ground. She felt the slickness between her legs as her body prepared itself for what was to come.
She raised her buttocks, pressing herself more firmly into Roman's thick, eager member, and she delighted as she felt him move downwards, sliding his cock across her rear. Her legs parted eagerly, inviting him into her, and her captor needed no further encouragement. His shaft found her welcoming pussy, moist and becoming more so by the moment, and he slipped inside her with ease.
Amelie gasped at the sudden pain. Many times she had imagined how it would feel to be filled by a man, but she had never expected the sharp pinch that marked the physical border between childhood and womanhood. The pain was bright and quick, a snap that lasted no more than a few seconds, and then the sensation of Roman's manhood stretching her wet lips made her forget her discomfort.
His penis felt immense in her tight hole. She couldn't have imagined that it would feel this incredible, filling every inch of her easily. His erection buried itself deep within her, arousing her in a way that made her own fingers pale in comparison, and his thick, firm base stretched her tight lips and brought a wonderful pressure to her pink, eager mound.
Yet still she fought. The small part of her rational mind still present knew this to be wrong, and even against the overwhelming force of her lust and hunger she squirmed beneath him. Her lust, however, was firmly in control, and her objections were weak and half hearted against the need that filled her body. While she wanted to run she needed this feeling to continue. She needed to be filled, and she found herself unable to
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