Internal Collapse

As Pluto continues to fuck my battered cunt, a groan tears from my throat, a raw sound lost in the desert's emptiness. His massive hand leaves my hip, sliding down to press against the swollen, protruding flesh. He doesn't toy with it now. With a single, brutal shove, he forces the entire length of the prolapse back inside.

The sensation is a shocking, internal collapse, a sudden, overwhelming fullness that steals my breath. But he doesn't stop. His thick fingers, slick from my body, follow the retreating tissue, pushing past the ruined ring of muscle to bury themselves deep inside my ass alongside his cock. He is in both places at once, a double invasion so complete it borders on obscenity.

His fingers withdraw, slick and shining in the moonlight. Then he forms a fist, the knuckles prominent and hard. He presses it against the tender, distended opening. There is a moment of resistance, a tight ring of overworked muscle straining to hold its shape.

He pushes, a steady, inexorable pressure that makes the breath catch in my throat. My body yields slowly, a burning, impossible stretch that feels like it will split me in two. His hand sinks deeper, the broad width of his knuckles forcing a passage, until his wrist meets my skin. He holds it there, buried inside me.

He begins to move his fist inside me, a slow, torturous rotation that makes every nerve ending scream, and that traitorous heat in my belly blooms into a full, shameful fire. My hips push back against him of their own accord, a ****, involuntary rocking that seeks friction, that begs for the release only this brutal fullness can provide. A broken sound, half-sob, half-moan, escapes my lips. My cunt clenches around his cock, slick and eager, betraying me completely.

He holds there, stretching me to my absolute limit, my body trembling with the effort of containment. His fingers curl inside me, a tight, intimate fist. Through the thin, straining walls of flesh, I can feel the hard, throbbing length of his cock. He grips himself through me, his knuckles pressing against my inner walls as he begins a slow, deliberate motion.

Pluto is jerking himself off inside my body, using my own cunt as a sheath for his hand. The friction is an internal fire, a grinding, impossible pressure that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. He sets a rhythm, his hips moving in tiny, controlled pulses to match the stroke of his hidden hand. A low, guttural noise builds in his chest, a sound of pure, dark pleasure.

The pressure peaks, a coil wound to its breaking point. With a final, deep grind of his hips and a sharp clench of his internal grip, he releases. Heat floods me, a pulsing rush that seems to have no end, filling the space his hand and cock have carved out. The sensation triggers my own traitorous climax.

It rips through me with a **** that matches his, a wave of sharp, convulsing pleasure that steals the air from my lungs and leaves me shaking. For a long moment, there is only the sound of our ragged breathing and the hot, wet stillness between us. Then, slowly, he withdraws, his hand slipping free first, followed by the heavy, softening length of his cock.

He shifts his weight off me, leaving me collapsed on the cooling sand, empty and trembling. He stands, a dark silhouette against the sunrise, and adjusts his furs with a quiet, practical efficiency. He looks down at me, his expression unreadable in the gloom.

He doesn't offer a hand, but he waits, watching as I **** my battered body to my knees, the wet heat of his claim already cooling on my thighs. He produces a length of coarse rope from a pack I hadn't noticed, looping it around my waist with brisk, impersonal efficiency before securing the other end around his own torso. Without a word, he turns and begins descending the sheer rock face, his movements sure and practiced.

My descent is not my own; I am a weight, a pendulum swinging against the cliff as he climbs down. The rope bites into my waist with every jerk and drop, the abrasive fabric of my shorts chafing the tender, swollen mess between my legs. I dangle helplessly, the vast desert floor yawning below, my body a hollow, aching vessel emptied by two predators beneath an indifferent desert sky.