FREE USE in Primitive World

“Eyes on me,” he growled, voice rough from motion.

Zeyra’s head thrashed side to side, her eyes glassy, wild and completely bloodshot, but she forced her gaze up, locking her pupils onto his silver-crimson stare. The level of obsessive, yandere worship in her face was almost scary.

She looked like a cultist looking at her god while being burned at the stake or like she’d happily burn the whole world down if he asked her to.

“I’m… looking…” she wheezed, a mixture of saliva and blood leaking where she had bitten her own lips. “I see you… my master… my monster… don’t you dare stop… if you stop, I’ll die…”

“I’m not stopping,” Sol promised darkly.

He reached down, his thick fingers locking onto her throat, not to choke her entirely, but applying just enough pressure to restrict her air, forcing her lungs to burn in sync with her lower abdomen.

He picked up speed, pounding into her soaked, bleeding pussy like he was trying to break her in half. The sound of skin slapping skin was filthy and loud… SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP… echoing through the room.

Zeyra’s body was lifting completely off the bed with every brutal thrust, her long legs shaking uncontrollably as she was pinned under his massive weight.

She was losing her mind, her speech dissolving into half-words and broken whimpers as her nervous system reached its absolute breaking point.

The boundary between pain and pleasure had been completely erased; she was simply a vessel of raw, screaming sensation, her pussy clenching around him in a tight spasm that felt like hot iron.

“Sol! Sol! I’m breaking! It’s too much! Ahnn… it’s burning!” she screamed, her head snapping back as a massive, violent contraction rippled through her entire lower body.

She was approaching the edge of her first real climax, her pussy started clenching hard, But because she’d just lost her virginity, the pleasure was mixed with sharp pain, her insides fighting against the sheer size of him and the golden essence flooding into her.

Sol didn’t let her break.

He finally engaged a tiny, controlled trickle of the silver Free Use essence, funneling the viscous liquid through his cock, flooding it deep into her wrecked pussy. The moment it hit, it didn’t numb anything… it made everything sharper.

The clashing energies inside her suddenly aligned, turning her pain and pleasure into something violent and perfect. Her obsessive love for him became the bridge that held her together, while simultaneously magnifying her mental focus so she felt the climax with a thousand times more clarity.

“OH! GOD… SOL…!”

Zeyra let out a final, completely unhinged shriek that rattled the wooden walls of the room. Her entire body went completely, violently rigid, her back arching so high off the bed only her head and her heels were touching the mattress.

Her pussy went into a wild, frantic series of contractions, clamping down on his cock with a crushing, rhythmic force that felt like it was trying to choke the life out of him.

A torrential flood of her sweet, sticky juices exploded from her depths, spraying across his thighs and mixing with the dark streak of her maiden blood.

She held the orgasm for an eternity, her eyes rolled back into her head, her body shaking so violently it looked like she was having a fit.

Her mind was completely turned into a prison of crystalline, blinding pleasure, her soul permanently marked by the monster hovering over her.

Sol watched her ride the wave, his own release finally reaching the razor’s edge.

The tight, frantic squeezing of her internal walls, combined with the raw, intoxicating heat of her maiden essence flooding his cock, was too much to hold back.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes flaring with a blinding light. He buried himself balls-deep into her spasming, ruined pussy one last time, bottoming out against her cervix with a brutal, final shove, and unleashed the monster.

PULSE. PULSE. PULSE.

A massive, burning torrent of his hot semen, mixed with a heavy dose of the viscous silver essence, erupted from his head, completely filling her womb to the absolute brim.

The fluid was so thick, so pressurized by the intensity, that it forced its way deep into her reproductive pathways, her lower abdomen visibly bulging slightly from the sheer volume of his release.

Zeyra let out a low, muffled whimper against his shoulder, her body finally collapsing back onto the bed like a broken doll, twitching and leaking, and her limbs going entirely limp as his hot seed flooded her insides.

Sol didn’t pull out. He stayed buried deep within her, his heavy chest heaving as he panted for air, his sweat dripping down onto her flushed, tear-streaked face.

The room fell into a heavy, quiet stillness, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.

Zeyra lay flat on her back, her dazed eyes slowly rolling back down to look at him. She looked compltely ruined in the most beautiful, violent way possible. Her dark hair was a ruined tangled mess across the sheets, her cheeks wet with tears, her stained with a mixture of saliva and blood.

Between her thighs, his cock was still stretching her and was covered in a thick, messy soup of her blood, her fluids, and his seed, the white cream slowly leaking out of her swollen, puffy lips and dripping onto the bed.

She looked up at him, a weak, trembling, but entirely obsessive smile breaking across her face. She raised her shaking hands, her fingers lightly tracing the hard line of his jaw.

“I’m… yours,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse, broken rasp that held zero regret. “You broke me… you filled me… there’s nothing left of the old Zeyra. I belong to you now.”

Sol looked down at her, a lazy, dark smirk slowly returning to his face as he leaned down to press a soft, bloody kiss against her lips.

“I told you I was going to ruin you properly,” Sol murmured, his thumb dragging over her wet cheek. “And I always keep my promises.”

He remained buried inside her for a long time, letting the silver essence slowly patch her bruised insides.