Page 26 of Primal Hunger

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Page 26 of Primal Hunger

It’s too much, but it’s just enough. He fills every inch of space inside of me and then some, shifting into parts of my insides no human has touched.

I should say no.

I should tell him to stop when all I really want is for this to keep going. Not that he would.

He said I was his to claim, to use, to fuck. Nothing I can say or do will change his mind, but I should at least put up more of a fight.

But I can’t deny how much I enjoy being fucked by a monster.

Tension builds in my core, my pussy tightening around his girth as the climax builds, and as I fall over the edge, it clamps down around him. A groan tears from his lips, a true, almost-human groan that’s followed by his cock twitching inside me.

As though I wasn’t already filled to the brim with him, he arches forward even more, the knot at the base of his cock pressing against my opening until it’s sliding inside too. It burns as it stretches me past my limit, pleasure and pain blurring together into a cocktail of sensation that has me whimpering. My body begs for more as it’s still wracked by tiny spasms of pleasure, though I know logically there’s no more room for him.

Somehow, he manages to work the knot inside me, where it locks into place. It’s a strange sensation, and my insides feel like they’re going to combust.

A primal heat burns its way from my pussy up through my throat as I clamp down around him, another orgasm tearing through me, and his knot pulses and grows. With another growl,he comes inside me, the pressure from being filled by such an ample amount of cum almost too much for me to handle.

The warmth of those jets spreads through my core and touches every part of my body.

“There.” He grunts and leans down over me, bringing an arm up around my chest and pulling me to him as we breathe together, his knot keeping me in place. “Filthy little human.”

As the pheromones retreat and my thoughts clear, I become painfully aware of the sticks and rocks digging into my skin, the sensation of being stretched internally to my limits, and I wince. I want to move into a more comfortable position, but my pussy isn’t ready to let go of the Grim’s massive cock yet. It throbs gently on his knot, becoming more used to the feeling as the seconds tick by.

After several minutes that seem to stretch on forever, his knot deflates and he pulls his cock out, the evidence of our sexcapade dripping down the insides of my thighs onto the forest floor.

God I need a bath.

And as much as I thoroughly enjoyed being taken here, I need to get out.

Do I want to leave?

“Okay, you got what you wanted,” I say, as though it wasn’t exactly what I wanted too. “Now, please, let me go.”

“Let you go?”

He hesitates for a moment, his red eyes burning into me as I turn and snatch my leggings back up over my hips. His cum sticks to the fabric.

Though his facial expression doesn’t change, there’s something a little more relaxed about his posture. He gets to his feet slowly and I follow suit, staring at him and waiting for an answer.

“Even if I wanted to, it’s impossible,” he finally replies, making my stomach pitch toward the ground. “The portal is closed.”

I spin around frantically, looking for the glimmer of light I saw earlier, however, there’s nothing but darkness in any direction. My stomach twists, and I think I might be sick.

There’s no sign of the portal. It’s gone.

“What? No,” I gasp, spinning around on the spot and looking in every direction for a glimmer of light in case I got disoriented as I was tossed around. Still, I see nothing.

I had beensoclose to getting home, only a few more steps and I would have made it. Instead, I tripped at the finish line and doomed myself to being stuck here in this monster realm. I did it to myself. My twisted curiosity trapped me.

A lump forms in my throat and I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly feeling ashamed for wanting to ride the Grim’s cock like a rollercoaster. It cost me my freedom.It cost me everything.

“Come, my human,” he says, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.

I should just tell him to kill me now. There’s no sense in prolonging my torture just for him to slit my throat later. There’s clearly no way I’m getting home now.

There’s no more hope.

No reason to cling to it.


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