The rag is soaked with. . .

My hand tightened, a final flash of strength surging through me. The horse rag flew up and over me, sailing in an arc and settling over May's head with a wet 'slap!'. She flailed back, letting out a surprised yelp, and I surged up.

I reached out with reserves of strength I didn't think I had left, violent webs of black veins pulsing across my painfully thin arm, and tackled the off-balance woman to the ground. We hit with a grunt and a groan, and I clapped my hand over the front of the blanket, using my thumb to **** folds of the horse blanket into her mouth. She struggled and tried to scream, but the muffled sounds barely reached my ears. I rolled my thumb around, trying to get as much of the cum-stained rag into her mouth as possible. After a moment my strength gave out and she shoved me off, sending me rolling through gravel and hay.

I came to a stop, pain burning the drowsiness from me, and looked up at her. The rag lay between us, having been torn free in the struggle, and she looked at me with pain and betrayal in her eyes. There was a fury there too, and confusion. Her hair was sweat-slicked and her face was covered in a mixture of saliva, spunk, and a few trails of blood; I'd bludgeoned her nose in the struggle.

She staggered back, her eyes flashing through a dozen emotions, and the she turned on her heels and started to run from the barn. I watched her, feeling nothing but pain, and breathed out a single word.

"...Stop."

She was nearly to the door.

"Stop!"

And. . .

One by one, inch by inch, she came to a stand-still. I put my hands under my chest and pushed with all my might, managing to roll to my side. After a moment of effort I let gravity have it's way and flopped to my back. "Come here, May."

Talking hurt, and breathing hurt, and waiting hurt. But I let in some shallow breaths as May walked back to me with blank eyes. I didn't know how long the effect would last, and frankly I didn't know why I bothered; there was just something in the back of my head, half-formed thoughts and conjecture, an alloy of odd instinct and reason.

"Strip." I said, the words rasping from a dry throat. I reached down and weakly started on the laces of my pants as I watched her hungrily. She pulled the dress up over her head, making no show of it in her trance, leaving her in a simple pair of white linen undergarments. "Enough, come here."

She listened to my barked command, stopping as soon as she reached my side. I gave up on my laces, letting myself fall flat. "Pull my cock out, get it wet, then get on top. Understand?"

"Yes." She said evenly. She knelt between my legs and got to work. I closed my eyes as she worked my laces and sucked my to full erection. I focused on my breathing as she got me ready, trying to keep my heart pumping and my mind clear. There was nothing but pain and patches of blindness until she took my full length in a single thrust.

My eyes snapped open as a channel opened between the two of us, like a river flowing between us. And energy filled me and I clapped my hands to her plump thighs, pumping my hips frantically as I tapped into that new reservoir of energy. I looked over May, my vision clear and strong, and felt a smile curl my lips.

Her tits bounced in time with my hips, prominent nipples standing hard and proud, and her eyes began to roll back as I lifted a hand and slapped it down on her meaty leg. The flesh rippled pleasingly under the blow and I traced the red mark with the tip of my black talons. I curled up, changing the angles, and hungrily took her mouth. I nipped her lip with my jagged fangs, probing her tongue with my own. I doubled my pace, then doubled again; I couldn't seem to move enough, to get close enough, deep enough. My hunger, though lessened, grew more needed as I fed it.

May moaned loudly into my mouth, her hands coming round my back to dig into my shoulder blades. They grew tighter as she grew more enflamed and consumed by pleasure. Then they slackened for a moment.

I was so close, feeling the familiar tightness in my balls, and I. . .