Let’s not keep her waiting

He strode toward her and grabbed her by the hair. Her perfect, silky blonde hair. Why didn’t he ever realize how beautiful she was before? There was a flash in her eyes, of rage and betrayal. But, in a flash, it erupted into overwhelming lust, a passion that he never knew she was capable of. Did she...have feelings for him? Did she secretly want this? Did he? With a fervor he didn’t know he possessed, he pulled her lips into his, forcefully taking them. They were his. His beautiful, soft, pink lips. Invading her mouth with his tongue was another delicious victory. She yielded to him with no resistance, small sounds of pleasure humming up her throat.

He pulled her back and tried to catch his breath. He looked into her eyes, a little shock and a raging fire mirrored there. Even if there was a chance to turn back, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“Please, master, I need you. Take this body as yours. Let me serve you, now and always.”

Something inside him roared and he threw her on the couch, no longer the sexless friend he was to her before but a man, a monster, her...

“Master”

He wasn’t sure she said it, he said it, or that it was Cring who said it. Regardless, the truth of it rang clear. He kneeled between her already open legs, her embrace waiting for the key to unlock her deepest desires. Her mouth was open with a look of pure passion on her face, no longer any hesitation, trepidation, or resistance. Her chest was rising and falling, enticing him to dive in. He didn’t hesitate, and buried his newfound size between her warm, wet labia, which was exposed thanks to the independent movement of her latest article of clothing.

Fireworks. Explosions of pleasure and moans and delicious surrender. Her to him, and his to his new persona. She carefully clawed him, straining against the newest invasion, telling him she wanted more, needed him. And he wasn’t about to slow down. He started to move at first, slowly like a train, rocking movements in and out, loving the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. He felt so much more than he ever had before, and whether that was due to Cring or the fact that a cock ring is still a cock ring. Either way, for the first time since his world was turned upside down, he was grateful for the addition to his cock.

He picked up speed, grinding more forcefully, from a boat rocking in the waves to a piston furiously pumping in an engine. Her gentle coos became shorter and a bit higher pitched as she started to pant and moan louder and louder. She grabbed his shoulders, bracing herself from the ****, and wrapped her legs around his back. He grabbed her shoulders and picked up the pace, wildly pounding her without restraint. She threw her head back, one long moan that was growing to a crescendo, warning him that she was close. That was good, because he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

He thrust in and held her, staring into her eyes as he grunted and moaned, exploding inside of her, his cock releasing more and more seed inside her. She reached a high scream, tensing up and gripping him tightly. After what seemed like an hour, they relaxed and he fell to the floor next to her. They both laid there, trying to catch their breath, with the same question on their mind.