Predator – Devoured (A/L)

(A) – This story contains anal play, including analingus and anal intercourse. 

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

Please refresh your memory by reading Part 1.

**********

The orgasm washed over me, and I convulsed and moaned under the power of his unrelenting tongue. I pleaded for both more and less, but he ignored my cries and lapped at his meal. His pace drove me insane with exquisite pleasure. Face down, with my forehead resting on the cool, damp grass, I continued to beg and mewl as he leisurely ate.

I barely recognized the sounds coming from my mouth as he drug his tongue from my swollen slit and up my perineum until it found the delicate morsel of my tightest hole. My fingers gripped the grass as it sought access and he growled when it was granted. The wetness and force of his tongue caused chills to encase my body as he tasted his forbidden fruit.

I tugged at the ropes, and my mind slipped into submission as I helplessly basked in the pure, carnal pleasure created by his oral penetration.

His hands slid up my sides, then raked their way back down as he marked in yet another way what was his. Then he pulled his face from between my cheeks and made a feral sound of contentment as my hips involuntarily lurched back in search of more.

I knew more was coming when I heard his belt slip through the loops and the sound of material fall. Rough hands grabbed my hips, and my pussy stretched as his thick cock invaded my wet hole.

As he found a rhythm, his sounds of satisfaction melded with my whimpers and disappeared into the night. My whimpers turned into cries as he slowed his thrusts and rained down a series of heavy swats onto my bottom.

He slowed to a stop with his meat still buried inside me, and I heard the pop of a plastic cap before he spread my burning cheeks. Two fingers entered and opened me before I felt a cold liquid ooze into my ass.

Satisfied with the smearing of slippery lube, his cock began its retreat. My pussy clenched and tried desperately to hold him in, but I was no match for his raw power. I knew my lips were stretching as he withdrew, and closing my eyes, I could almost see his smile.

I sensed movement to my left and dared a glance. His strong hand pulled something from his pocket and I looked away before the sharp sound of tearing foil and stretching latex reached my ears.

My ass would not be spared from his hunger, and I could not suppress the noise of pleasure and pain as he entered. His pace was slow, as though he wanted to relish the sight and feel of his every inch disappearing into my dark and sensual core.

His tempo slowly grew, my own gratification began to build, and I thought he might bring me to the peak, but it was not to be. I moaned when he popped free, and gasped at the lewd display of the wet rubber dropped inches from my face.

I could only focus a moment before the sound of metal tinkling and leather sliding across itself caused me to emit a different sound; one of both dread and eager anticipation.

I clenched my teeth to brace myself for what I knew was to come. I heard the swish and when the belt contacted my skin, I cried aloud. His pace was relentless and I lost count, but as it always did, the stinging sent quivering arousal to my pussy, and I felt my thighs grow wet.

Deep guttural satisfaction reverberated from his chest, and when I heard the belt drop, and I was both relieved and disappointed. Without warning, he entered my pussy again with a force that would’ve pushed me to the ground had he not held my hips.

I felt my pleasure rise, but he wasn’t doing this for me. This was pure, simple, and unadulterated fucking. He was taking his pleasure from my body, and I was helpless to resist. I didn’t want to resist. The purely carnal, submissive act of being used and taken sent shockwaves to my brain, and I succumbed further to my captors body and will.

The sound of his grunts grew closer together and I knew he was about to give me my final marking. My pussy squeezed around him, and as he bellowed his release, my euphoric cry joined his.

I heard his breathing slow, and he pulled himself from me and quickly replaced his cock with his mouth. He made a contented sound as he savored the flavor of my cum mixed with his.

Moving to face me, he lifted my lips to his hands and shared his meal. Our tongues wrestled over the sexual elixir before we each swallowed this sacred feed.

Still without a word, he cut me free and led me inside. He drew me a bath and sat behind me while he washed my hair and skin before he rinsed and dried me and carried me to the bed.

His rough hands massaged every part of me with sweet scented oil before he covered me with a sheet. Then he kissed my lips once more, tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled.

My predator was sated.