Ravenous

Pain.

Your cock was hard, painfully hard, your balls full, painfully full. Most would assume that such pain would cause one to not want to move, to curl up in the fetal position until it went away, but this is something else entirely. No, you move with a swiftness superhuman, as you sit up, as you rush to find a way to fulfill this need, this hunger, to satiate this pain, to satiate your body.

And it is easy enough. Your mind struggles to form complex thoughts, but you know what you need, what your body craves, like a starving man staring at a feast before him, his eyes and nose drawing him like a dog on a leash.

Your hard cock bobs as you lean over the woman whose body is positioned to the point that you can get to most easily. Her lithe body laying face up, your hands lifting her until your cock is lined with her pussy, wet, ready to take your bestial urges. Her yellow skin flushed with arousal. Her face peaceful, lustful in the slightest way.

But like an animal, your eyes are drawn at the sound of something dropping from her sleeping hand. Your eyes fall on a knife, and you feel your eyes narrow on it. Danger. Pain. Fear.

And your mind, suppressed as it is, pulls up just enough to escape its placid lake. Olivia. No.

Fear wins out over the other grand drivers of the Id, lust and pain. You toss her aside, lucky that you don’t hurt her in your callousness, but the second she is beyond your grasp, she is beyond your ken. Your attention drawn to the next most easily penetrated hole, the next most easily conquered. Your hands lift the plush woman’s hips from the bed, your cock finding the tight warm embrace demanded as you spear her with your cock.

Her moan indicates her own pleasure as your ravenous intent finds its target. “Oh yes, Master, thank you. Thank you for fucking me.” You don’t wait for her to finish or even start her plea, your hips thrusting like an animal, regardless of her opinion. Still, the way her words sound, the honeyed sound of a woman seducing her mate, it pleases you. The way she mewls and moans as you rut is the most bestial form of praise. That and the feeling of her tight pussy, gripping you, begging you deeper, begging you to paint her insides with your lust.

“Yes Master, take me. Make my milk have purpose, claim me. Make me yours.” Your pistoning hips push and push, as her body grows tighter and tighter. “Your cow is going to cum.” Your answer is more of a howl than a word. “Cum!!!!!”

Her tightening pussy does not slow the pace of your ravenous appetite, your body unsatiated, the word hanging in your mind, a demand, a commandment. Cum. Cum… You are still so far from it, your cock hard, but your limit still so far away. The wonderful sensation of her body, so delightful in its form, almost a taunt, your hips a blur as you rush to fulfill your needs, to finally find final pleasure. You need to cum, sex is only the path. Her body feels wonderful, but it is like a beautiful garden that stretches far too long, that loses its beauty by virtue of its frustration.

“Yes, please Master, cum in me. Make me cum again, please.” You are almost there, and her words only drive you harder, like an ox in the yoke. Finally, you feel it coming, as your hips slam and push, as her hips bounce against your thighs. You thrust deep, and you release another bestial howl. “Yes, yes, yes, CUMMMM!!!!”

Your semen flows into the womb on the woman who cries in her own ecstasy. She only seems to twitch harder as torrent after torrent of your seed fills her. 1,2, 3, 4, 5… and on and on. You think you can see her body almost swell with the hint of your life-giving seed.

And then it is over. The pain begins to abate, your mind begins to clear. It would be nice if your mind would wake up at this point, but you know that it is a kindness not destined for you. No, you know what you have done immediately, as your hands drop the squirming woman to the bed. As your cum leaks from her well used pussy, as you look down on her, the first villain, defeated and claimed so utterly.

Erica lies in a pile of satiated flesh, her breasts flowing with milk,, her words dripping with praise and worship. “Master….”

You really did it. You fucked her. The lesbian roommate who had made your life hell for quite a while. Now she lays before you, your cum seeping from inside of her, thick with your sperm.

You look at the full picture, knowing full well what lays immediately before you. There is Olivia, her position clearly unnatural as she lays with her legs over the side of the bed and her arms splayed out beside her like a puppet whose limbs had been placed haphazardly. Rebecca and Sephora cuddle together in an embrace, a show of peace amidst a battlefield of your desires. The pink mist lingers in the air. And again, your eyes draw to the one most near, to Erica’s well fucked body as she coos in her dreams.

It was the app. I needed to do it. I had ****. It’s not my fault.

It was you, the phone didn’t fuck her, you did. You needed to do it because you tried to be high and mighty last night, to save Sephora from being tied to you, only for her to have a slightly different form of the same bondage placed on her only hours later. You had the choice to make your wish, and like a domino, each turn of this journey falls in sequence from that one active decision. It is your fault, it will always be your fault.

This cycle of recrimination is broken by a ping from your phone on the nightstand. You want to throw it against the wall, to use your superstrength for the one thing that could actually be considered just, but you know that Erica tried that and failed. As you read the words, you can’t help it as your hand grips the phone, crushing it in your grasp.

Like a Rutting Beast-Punishment for failing to tell your partner you were cumming- During times of **** lust, your voice will rise to acknowledge your orgasm regardless of your intent. It will cow your partner into a feeling of abject submission, happy to take your seed.