He watches me silently for a moment, his towering form still as a hunter assessing its wounded victim. Then, slowly, he begins to crouch, his movements calm, until his face is level with mine. His sharp gaze wanders over me, taking in every cut, every smear of blood, stripping me bare despite the layers of dirt and torn fabric clinging to me.
“You know what happens now, don’t you, beautiful girl?” His voice is soft, almost tender, but it carries a weight that crushes any hope of escape.
“Yes,” I whisper, the surrender trembling on my lips.
“Good,” he breathes, his eyes darkening as they flicker down to my mouth as he reaches out, his thumb brushing against my cheek.
“Just remember, Kitten,” he continues, “even if I shatter you, I’ll be the one to pick up every fucking piece and put you back together again. Every fracture, every mark—crafted by me, rebuilt by me, owned by my touch.”
His thumb sweeps across my lips now, the gesture gently as if he’s thinking about claiming my mouth and everything else, piece by agonizing piece. “Don’t ever forget that while you’re being broken.”
His thumb presses against my lips, the rough pad coaxing them apart as if testing my resistance—or relishing my obedience. The motion is intrusive, yet I can’t stop my mouth from parting and the moment it slides past my teeth, gliding across my tongue, my lips close instinctively around it with a suck. His pupils dilate as he carefully watches how my lips roll over his skin as he pushes in deeper. A growl escapes him, starved and possessive, as he pulls it out with a wet pop.
Without a word, he rises, towering over me, and my eyes stay fixed forward—still pinned to the tree—until his rock-hard cock enters my view and my mouth waters involuntarily. His hand tangles in my wet hair, twisting it at the roots and yanking my head back sharply until I meet his stare above me.
His other hand moves, wrapping tightly around his dick, stroking himself as his breathing grows heavily. He edges closer until the slick; swollen tip grazes my lips.
I hesitate, a small fight between defiance and submission, but then, I part my lips and the moment he senses my consent, he thrusts forward, shoving himself inside in one brutal motion like he can’t wait any longer. The intrusion is sudden, driving to the back of my throat, making my eyes go wide as I gag, my body betraying its limits while his other hand clutches my hair, holding me there.
My fingers wrap around the axe handle as if preparing myself, my legs remaining awkwardly bent, trembling beneath me. He starts sliding in and out, his gaze locked on me, devouring the sight of my mouth stretched to the absolute limit around his big cock, the way I take him deeper each time, my suction intensifying. My tongue moves instinctively now, betraying me, enjoying the taste of him far too much.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, strained, as if barely holding himself together, the words a growl, slipping through clenched teeth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I can feel it—him. The pulse, the way he thickens, swelling against my tongue with each passing second, every shallow thrust. His control is breaking, thread by thread until it’s gone completely.
His fingers clench, holding onto my hair more tightly, and before I know it, he’s skull-fucking me. My head bangs against the bark continuously, and I have to force it back, but it makes it worse; I’m stuck, and his cock rams down my throat, past my tonsils, slamming into my windpipe, which causes my stomach to wrench. My eyes start to stream, dots forming at the edges as my mouth fills with saliva, soaking his dick and dripping down my chin.
I can’t fucking breathe, I’m gonna pass out.
He’s ruthless. It’s as if he wants to choke me to death. His grunts above me tell me he’s enjoying every second of my discomfort, his insanity slipping through the calm control he usually has. He’s letting me see exactly who he will be as soon as he starts fucking.
Suddenly he pulls out, and I draw in a huge gulp of air into my deprived lungs, my entire being shaken from the brutality he just delivered on my throat and skull. He wraps his hand around the axe, ripping it from the tree, and I flinch as wood splits close to my ear. I fall to my knees instantly, my head bowed, trying to pull oxygen into my deprived lungs.
When I lift my head, I watch through blurred vision as he smashes the blade down into the hard mud, burying it deep into the earth, making it sturdy.
He storms over me, full of sexual frustration, and wraps his arm over my middle from behind before lifting me easily as if I’m the lightest thing to carry. He takes me over to the axe, dropping me on my hands and knees, manhandling me in the position he desires. He falls to his knees in front of me, snatching his solid dick, and guides himself to my lips again. I part them, and he shoves himself back into my throat, one hand tightening in my hair as I gag.
Through blurry, teary eyes, I glance up just as he spits into his fingers. His other hand untangles itself from my hair, only to come crashing down on my asscheek with a sharp crack. The sting blooms hot across my skin, and a muffled squeak escapes against the length of his cock, but before I can fully process the pain, his hand grabs me again, yanking one cheek aside with force.
His slick fingers press against my asshole, the wet heat of them circling before one slip inside. My eyes flutter closed, the forbidden intrusion sending a sinful pleasure I’m starting tolove. His finger moves roughly, without hesitation, curling and swirling deep as if wanting to tear it the fuck apart. A low moan vibrates against him, my legs trembling under the ruthless assault, until he rips it out.
Both of my cheeks are spread wide now, stretched open under his hands, and as his cock drives mercilessly to the back of my throat, he forces me backward. That’s when I feel it—thick, cold, pressing firmly against my wet, puckered hole.
My eyes snap open and shoot up to him. He stares down at me, his gaze full of dark desire.
“You’re gonna take my axe up your tight ass and break yourself from the inside out while fuck your throat,” he grits out the order, but he gives me little choice.
He continues to push me back until it’s entering me, sliding down my walls. My eyes clamp shut, a whimper escaping me, the sensation painful and odd as I’m widened.
“That’s my good girl,” he shudders out with satisfaction. “More.”
He keeps his dick lodged in my throat, making me choke until I can’t take any more of the handle, fully immersed. He leans back a bit, allowing me to breathe, then his fingers dig into my spread asscheeks, dragging my walls up the handle before pressing me back down, making me that another inch deeper. I moan; I can’t help it.
The more I get used to it, the better it feels, and every time he pulls me up the grip, my lips slide down his length. Soon, we’re both in a wild rhythm and my moaning throat thrusts down onto him almost aggressively while I eagerly and willingly destroy my ass with his axe, fucking myself. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the scalp as he asserts control of my mouth.
He holds me in place before fucking my throat again, relentless and untamed. I dig my fingers into the soiled earth; my screams turning hysterical, the axe getting deeper with each plunge downward, easily slipping in and out. My legs start to shake, come streaming out of my pussy and pooling beneath me.
He yanks my hair back, then swipes it away from my face to see me better before cupping my cheeks, watching his cock being swallowed by my mouth.