Alpha's Cruel Addiction

Killorn reciprocated the kiss immediately. Ophelia felt her body tingle from his greedy lips. She felt fireworks going off in the back of her head. Her eyelids twitch from how wet the sensation was. Their mouths gilded perfectly against each other. His felt warm and slick, whereas hers was hot and hesitant. He knew what he was doing. He was a man eager to take every part of her—

and she, a willing woman.

Killorn kissed her with an urgency to brand this moment into his memory. The first kiss of neverending ones. He raptured her entrance with his tongue, sliding inside to explore the unknown crevice. She flinched and whimpered when his tip met her thin tongue. She was a lovely little thing, unable to work her tongue properly. He easily sought dominance and she completely allowed it.

Then, Ophelia turned her head. She gasped for air, her breasts rising ever so slightly. He was never-ending.

"More," Killorn pursued whilst nipping at her jawline. Her eyes rolled in his direction, revealing a tenderness that made him harden far too quickly. By now, it was beginning to hurt down there.

Fuck.

Ophelia was the torment of his existence. It was just one kiss—one that was too little for him. He wanted more. He needed more. If not, he was going to lose his mind. "I-I do not know…" Ophelia stammered out, her gaze trembling with fear.

"You are doing so well," Killorn reassured her, his voice beguiling and promising. He caressed her soft skin, eager to bring her even closer. She awakened cruel things from within him.

Ophelia's heart skipped just as another pulse throbbed at her entrance. His tone was like cool silk on her burning skin. All he had to do was speak. He could milk her for what she was worth and she wouldn't even hesitate.

"Please, my lovely wife, once more," Killorn murmured, bending his head. He brushed their lips together, just as he heard the quickening of her heart again. She was so lovely, so perfect, so… his.

"I must," Killorn persisted whilst he grabbed her hips. He had claimed every part of her today, but just once was not enough for him. It never will be.

She slid a hand up his shoulders, gripping him tightly for comfort. He did the same with her waist that was too small for child birthing, but he pumped into her with the "Ophelia—"

Ophelia kissed him. She shakingly rested her fingers on his sharp jawline. A low, guttural groan surfaced deep from his chest. Without warning, he thrusted into her. Ophelia cried out against his mouth and he immediately penetrated his tongue inside. She slid a hand up his shoulders, gripping him tightly for comfort. He did the same with her waist that was too small for child birthing, but he pumped into her with the very intention.

"By tonight, your insides will be molded into my shape. I will not stop until it is." Killorn pulled out slowly only to ram into her. She gasped at his actions, but he sucked on her tongue. She was his captive and he was a relentless captor.

Ophelia's head began to spin at the neverending pleasure. Her senses were growing numb. She began to see stars in her vision again. He was pounding into her with the intention to rearrange her guts.

Ophelia could do nothing, but hold onto him and sob with pleasure. Every emotion he was giving her, every spot he hit, her hips arched the bed.

"N-not there!" Ophelia begged him, but he immediately continued his assault in that very spot.

Ophelia curled her toes. She squeezed her eyes tightly, whilst he drove deeply into her warm entrance. With his powerful tip, he continued at the area that made her scream. The thickness of his member was beginning to make her lose a grasp of reality. He tightened his grip on her hips and rammed into her. His thrust was feverish, always the same pace, pattern, until she was pinned to the mattress by his stealth and strength. "God, you feel like heaven," he raptured in a harsh breath, the lines of his abdomen tightening and glistening with his intensity. The bed rocked back and forth, much like his hips. She was losing her mind. His thick length pulsated inside of her whilst their skin slapped against each other. She writhed in pleasure as he let out a low guttural groan.

"A-ah, ah!" Ophelia could barely utter a single word. He was too powerful.

Sensing her attempt to flee again, Killorn hugged her body tightly. He buried his face into her shoulders. She was shaking now, her mouth so close to his ears, he was going to lose it completely.

"O-oh, please, have m-mercy on me!" Ophelia begged him. This only made him thrust even quicker into her. Ophelia dug her heels into the mattress, attempting to anchor herself. But he was far much stronger than anticipated, his hard body thrusting her feeble one to submission. He slid out of her quickly and entered roughly—always penetrating the exact that her hips jolt and whimper l.

"Call me by my name," Killorn demanded.

Ophelia shook her head, for she was far too terrified. "I-it is against v-virtues. I-I should n-not dare."

"Fine." Killorn picked up his pace. Killorn was harder. Faster. With each thrust, he felt her walls tighten and then expand. With each unrelenting push, her breasts attempted to bounce. He felt her hard nipples scrape against his tense chest. The thrill of their slapping skin only made him even crueler. He palmed her breast with one hand as she gasped with delight. He used the other to massage her behind, pressing their bodies even closer to each other. Then, he bent and captured one of her twin orbs, licking and sucking with greed.

"N-no…oh!" Ophelia gasped with delight, his wet and hot tongue flicking back and forth.

He embraced her tightly, his mouth working quickly upon her breasts. Soon, the suctioning was too much and she twitched. A familiar ache built up below, an itch that made her moan with pleasure.

Eventually, Ophelia couldn't handle it anymore. She raked her nails upon his muscular back. She felt every single ridge. He was strong, his skin tanned, and his hair was beginning to tickle her.

"P-please, I feel like I'm g-going to die," Ophelia begged him, her voice not sounding like her own. She could feel her throat was becoming sore from her own screaming.

"My name," Killorn hissed against her skin whilst lowering a hand to fondle her sensitive clit. Ophelia's eyes shot open, her mouth parted. She met his greedy stare, his eyes glowing whilst he pecked her chest. "I-I—!" Ophelia cried out when he rubbed circles upon the sensitive bundle of nerves. Killorn knew what he was doing. He continued railing her, wondering, pondering, exactly when she would break. Soon. he could feel it. Her tone became more desperate, just as he was to find his own release.

"K-Killorn!" Ophelia finally relented, her eyes widening, just as he gave a final thrust. She gasped, her mouth parting intently, as another wave of ecstasy overtook her completely.

Ophelia arched off the bed, feeling her lower body twitch with pleasure. A faint pulse pulsated from her entrance, her toes curled, and her neck strained. She could barely come down from her third high.

Killorn softly exhaled, slowly down a bit. He could feel he was near, but was more focused on her. Then, her grip became loose. He couldn't have that, could he?

"N-no, let me r-recover—"

"No."

Killorn rolled his hips and in and out of her. He grounded her body to the bed with his fluid motions. She writhed in pleasure, unable to reciprocate any longer. "O-oh god, y-you're killing me here," Ophelia croaked out in disbelief.

Killorn simply chuckled. Her words were far too encouraging. He showed it immensely. He pulled back in time to see her eyes snap open in disbelief.

"Y-you just g-grew—" Ophelia could barely finish her sentence. Immediately, she clenched her teeth together whilst he picked up his speed again. In and out, he went, at the exact pace she wanted. His body was tense, for he had barely come yet, but she was already on her second. Or, was it third? Ophelia was unable to process her thoughts any longer. Killorn insatisably penetrated her with his enormous member. She had never felt so full. It was so hard, she knew he was going to burst. "K-Killorn!" Ophelia sobbed.

Suddenly, Killorn growled, pumped quickly into her, and she froze. Her insides twitched and tensed as he deposited his seed into her garden.

Killorn's hips buckled as he emptied inside of her. She was a wanton mess, her legs parted wide open for him. It was almost as if she was begging for him to fill her.

Eventually, Killorn sharply exhaled. He raised his head to see her chest rise from her quiet hiccup.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Ophelia."

Her violet eyes were moistened. Her cheeks were stained with her tears. Her mouth was red from how hard he kissed her earlier. She was a crying mess, but he had never seen something more lovely than her.

Thus, Killorn bent and captured her mouth again. Even when she was trembling against him, her hands greedily pulled him closer. And so, he was going to oblige.

"W-why are you g-growing hard a-again?" Ophelia weakly said against his mouth.

"For you, my lovely wife," Killorn proudly whispered whilst turning her onto her stomach. "For the night is young and we are just getting started."