He was on top of her. His weight pressed her into the stone. His legs spread hers. His cock—still hard, still enormous, still coated in cum and blood—found her pussy. He pushed inside. All twelve inches. In one thrust. The cum inside her squelched. It overflowed. It sprayed from her entrance.

SQUELCH—

"AAAH—!!" she cried. "NO—!! PLEASE—!! NOT AGAIN—!! I CANNOT—!!"

He was on top of her. His weight pressed her into the stone. His legs spread hers. His cock—still hard, still enormous, still coated in cum and blood—found her pussy. He pushed inside. All twelve inches. In one thrust. The cum inside her squelched. It overflowed. It sprayed from her entrance.

SQUELCH—

"AAAH—!!" she cried. "NO—!! PLEASE—!! NOT AGAIN—!! I CANNOT—!!"

He fucked her.

Hard. Fast. The mating press. His weight on her. His hips driving. His cock hammering. Her legs were trapped—folded beneath him, her knees by her ears, her thighs pressed against her chest. Her pussy was completely exposed. Completely open. Completely at his mercy.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAANGH—!! HNNGH—!! KYAAH—!! HAAANGH—!! NIEENGH—!! HIELKKK—!! AAAAANGH—!!"

Her belly bulged with each thrust. The cum inside her sloshed. It overflowed. It sprayed. The foam was thicker now—white and pink, churning, bubbling at her entrance. His balls slapped her ass. Heavy. Wet. The sound was obscene.

He came again.

Another thick load. Into her womb. Her belly distended further. She looked pregnant. The cum filled her. It stretched her. It overflowed. She screamed. Her body convulsed. Her back arched. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his coat.

"AAAAANGH—!! I CAN FEEL— IT IS— MORE—!! HNNGH—!! MY BELLY—!! IT IS— HAAANGH—!!"

He pulled out. He stood. He looked at her. At her body. At the cum pouring from her pussy. At her trembling. At her arched back. At her tongue. At her eyes—rolled back, empty, destroyed.

He took her against the wall.

He lifted her. Her back hit the cave wall. The stone was cold. Rough. It scraped her shoulders. It scraped her ass. Her legs wrapped around him—on instinct, on survival, on the drug. His cock found her pussy. He pushed in. He fucked her. Vertical. Her body slid up and down the wall. The stone scraped her back raw. She did not feel it. She could only feel the cock. The fullness. The invasion.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAANGH—!! HNNGH—!! KYAAH—!!"

He took her against the rock.

A boulder. Smooth. He bent her over it. Her ass was in the air. Her face was on the cold stone. Her breasts were mashed against the rock. Her nipples scraped the surface. He entered her from behind. The angle was different. Deeper. The head hit the front wall. Her G-spot. She cried. She moaned. She did not know which.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAANGH—!! PLEASE—!! SLOW—!! HAAANGH—!!"

He pulled out. He turned her. He laid her on the ground. On her back. He straddled her chest. His cock—enormous, wet, coated in cum and blood—was on her chest. Between her breasts. He pressed them together. He fucked her tits. The head emerged from her cleavage with each thrust. It leaked pre-cum on her chin. On her neck. On her chest.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

She watched the head emerge. Purple. Swollen. The slit leaking. Each time it appeared from between her breasts, it was closer to her face. Closer to her mouth.

He stopped.

He moved forward. His cock was at her mouth. The head pressed against her lips. They were closed. Tight. Her eyes went wide. She could smell herself on him. The blood. The cum. The slick. Her own scent. On his cock. At her mouth.

He pushed.

Her lips parted. The head entered. She tasted it.

’His cock. It is in my mouth. I can taste— I can taste myself. My blood. My cum. His cum. It is— it is thick. Salty. Musky. The taste fills my mouth. It coats my tongue. It coats the roof of my mouth. The back of my throat. The head is leaking— pre-cum, thin, clear, salty. It mixes with everything else. My mouth is full of tastes. Full of sensations. His cock is hot. The skin is smooth. The veins are ridged. I can feel them on my tongue. I can feel the pulse— his heartbeat, in the cock, in my mouth. The thickness. The weight. It is heavy on my tongue. It is— it is too much. My senses are overwhelmed. I can taste. I can smell. I can feel. Everything at once. My mouth. My pussy. My nipples. My skin. Everything is on fire. Everything is too much. I cannot—’

His seed leaked into her mouth. The pre-cum. Thin. Clear. It pooled on her tongue. She swallowed. The taste spread. Down her throat. Into her stomach. Mixing with the drug. Mixing with the cum that was already in her womb.

He pushed deeper.

His cock entered her throat. The head pushed past the back of her tongue. Past the uvula. Into the pharynx. Her throat bulged. The shape of the head was visible on her neck—a round, hard lump that moved downward as he pushed.

He humped.

His hips moved. In and out. He fucked her mouth. Upside down. Her head was back. Her throat was open. His cock slid in and out—deep, total, relentless. She could not breathe. She gagged. She choked. Her body convulsed. Her hands gripped his thighs. Her nails dug in.

He rubbed her chest.

His hand went to her throat. He could feel it. His own cock. Inside her neck. The ridge of the head moving under his palm. He pressed. He could feel the shaft—the thick, veined shaft—sliding through her throat. His hand moved lower. Over her collarbone. Over her chest. Over her breasts. He found the bulge. The belly. Still full of cum. Still distended.

He rubbed. He could feel his cock in her throat from the outside. The dual sensation—the internal fullness, the external pressure—made her eyes water. Made her choke. Made her pussy clench on nothing.

He humped her anal.

No—his fingers. His fingers went to her anal. He pushed one in. While his cock was in her throat. The dual invasion—mouth and ass—was too much. She convulsed. She cried. The sound was muffled. Blocked by the cock in her throat.

"NNNGH—!! NNNNGH—!!"

He came.

In her throat. The pulse was thick. Hot. The seed shot directly into her esophagus. She felt it. The liquid heat. The thickness. It filled her throat. It backed up. It filled her mouth. It leaked from her nostrils. It leaked from the corners of her lips. She choked. She swallowed. She choked again.

He pulled out.

The cock emerged from her mouth. It was coated—saliva, cum, mucus. Thick strings connected it to her lips. They broke. They fell on her chin. On her chest. On her breasts.

He slapped his cock on her face.

Smack—

The wet, heavy sound of cock on cheek. The impact was not hard. Not painful. Degrading. The sound was wet. The feeling was warm. His cock on her face. His cum on her chin. Her eyes were wet. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out.

She lay there.