The Lord Sorcerer can’t take it anymore

I descended on Alis in the gardens I had ordered the headmistress to let her have. She was plucking an orange from a small tree she had grown from casks of dirt I had imported from the neighboring planet of Netherpool. Her skin was plush and rosy. She wore a thin bit of sweat and grime from her work. She had placed candy red rouge on her lips. Was that to tempt me?

All this but I could only see her for what I wanted, what I needed in that moment. I could feel her. She was so close to me in my thoughts always these days, the beast and I in final total agreement.

I grabbed her by her wide hips and lush fat butt. She squealed girlishly. I clutched her with the **** to leave bruises on her honey skin.

“Please.”

“Hmmm?”

There was a smile on her face and little flecks of tears in her eyes. “My Lord, there is a darkness in you.”

I balked a little.

“You have a poison in your soul.”

I started to let her down.

“Men like you, I have heard… My Lord? Let me get the poison out.”

The beast howled.

“Alis? What are you saying?”

“Right here in the dirt my lord, in the grass, in the flowers you let me have, take me, hurt me, have me, release in me. Devour me. I know it won’t be gentle. For all you have given me. I will take what you give. I can be your doll. I can know you will break me, but I know… I know my lord. That after you have destroyed me you will put me back together. I know this because…”

Her thigh rose and its soft length brushed my steel erection, her knee softly pressing into my engorged balls. “I know you love me my lord.” A tear. A happy smile. Those big wide eyes. She bit her lip and looked down at my beastliness.

I threw her bodily into the soft dirt. Her legs splayed from the impact, her skirt raised, her stockinged legs akimbo, her little white panties facing up at me. A tiny wet spot on top of the fabric from where her sex hid from me. I could feel the pounding in my head, the pounding blood in my cock. I was dizzy from the heat of it, dizzy from the smell of her perfume.

I ripped away the cheap fabric of her underwear, and now I was dizzy from the sight of her puffy pink pussy. It was perfect and glistened with her arousal in the warm light of the glow bulbs.

I snarled at her. She spread her legs for me.

“I love you too my lord.” But I could not know if it was true.

I had ripped my pants off without realizing it and now my cock stood like a pillar between us. The curse had made it too big for any mortal woman to survive. It was obscenely large and veiny. In my lust haze I worked a spell that would allow her, allow her to, well, I wanted Alis to survive this as much as the beast wanted me to fuck her to ****.

Alis looked on at my cock with fear and wonder.

“Yes, my lord,” She was talking and I tried to listen over the pounding, throbbing blood in my cock and my brain.

“Get the poison out. Devour me.”

I penetrated her slowly, achingly slowly, agonizingly slowly, Alis was special. She writhed in pain and pleasure as my spells let her take me, all of me. Her very being molded to fit me, better please me, she was crying tears of anguished pleasured joy. Her lips were a quivering ring, and her eyes were screwed so tight all she must have been seeing spots.

But she was moaning. Moaning my name, or at least what existed of it.

“My lord,” she croaked in a hoarse whisper. “You have me now.”

I was hilted inside her. Hilted in a woman for the first time in centuries. It was a miracle she could take it. The perfect hilt for a crude gargantuan sword. It was warm inside her; silken, cushiony, wet, home. I had never felt so right. I looked on her face. Alis had gone away, and had been replaced by pleasure, the fullness of me. The impossible fullness that could only be me.

I began to push into her. I pushed again, and again. Blood pounding, her gasps and moans, her garbled cries. I was pressing her into the dirt, my giant fingers leaving bruises, my mouth was on her neck and I sucked and bit. I drew blood with my fang like teeth and she moaned in appreciation.

I pushed so hard that I felt the limit of what even magic could work. I began to rut her just as the beast wanted. Every push and pump all the way to the limit. Sweat flew off us as the wet sounds of her being bred filled the small garden.

I snarled and roared as the length of my shaft speared her again and again. She was being remade, remolded into something that was just a vessel for my ravenous lusts. She was cumming. A mind shattering orgasm from a mind shattering experience. Her stretched pussy throbbing with the effort of holding me oh so sweetly.

My hips were high over hers as her creamy legs and little feet bounced in the air on either side of my pounding hips. I was gasping and grunting. She was right! There was a poison in me. I could feel the pressure building in my huge balls, in my abdomen, in my mind. A white hot orgasm that would change us both. It felt painful, it hurt, it had to be released, but it just would not.

I fucked her. I fucked her desperately. I fucked her like blows to her small full body, deeper, and deeper into the dirt. The poison was so powerful, I needed to cum more than anything. It felt scalding and hurt so badly.

I looked down into her splotchy, ecstasy ridden, tear stained face. Her eyes were scrunched tight, and she was riding out something indescribable, but she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

“Harder!” she screamed, “give it to me! My lord, my lord, my lord…”

The rest was drool, and garbled screams as I came in her with a roar that shattered every pane of glass in that garden and shook the moon like a seismic tremor.

I collapsed on her. I collapsed in her. Alis was in another dimension. I would find her later. My cum oozed out of her in big white globs, from where we lay connected.

She was mine. I would have her forever. Mine. My sweet Alis, who had made me bread, and drawn the poison out.

For now.