Anger and Ecstasy - Week 2
Story by SeraphXIII on SoFurry
Theme is abusive sex. Feel like I covered my bases thoroughly. Alternatively, the abuse part of it could have been much worse, but it would have read less like erotica and more like a prelude to Law and Order: SVU.
Mark took a pull off his beer as his hips rhythmically smacked against Jean's ass. He clumsily set the bottle aside, managing somehow not to spill it. This was the usual routine, he'd come home, drink a few beers, get his lightweight, husky ass a little more than tipsy, and proceed to fuck Jean like a piece of meat. Most would hate it. She relished it. He took a hold of her neck and painfully yanked her up to him, his strokes into her being the only thing seamless about it.
“You like this?" He slurred, his speech recognizable only to her, from practice of needing to interpret. “Huh?"
“Mhmm." She shyly hummed. She played her part well, honestly. She acted the submissive girl who stayed down when hit. In reality, she could have walked out at any time; completely able, but she didn't. Something about being hit by someone who was supposed to care just got her off. S&M wasn't quite the ticket, must be a psychological thing, she thought. Her thoughts became fragmented as he thrust her back down on the disheveled, bare mattress, his strokes becoming rough and seemingly angry. He leaned over her, digging claws into her shoulders as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Every rough shot of husky meat sent waves of exotic euphoria tunneling down her lapine spine. His pace became irregular, but that just caused the waves to group and stack, amplifying the pleasure to the point that fireworks were flying by the time they hit her brain. She eked out a moan or two before he struck her across the head with the back of his hand, unknowingly sending her deeper into her euphoric rush.
“Shaddap." He said, his grip, ever-tightening, bringing her closer and closer to the brink. “I'm tryin' a concentra'." His slur seemed to grow ever worse as he approached his own end.
Inevitably, she was forced to ignore his command, her ecstasy causing her to pipe up in a squeal yet again. Mark might have been shitfaced, but he was hardly stupid; he knew she was getting close, but he wasn't ready to quit yet. He stopped, pulled out of her, and flipped her quickly onto her back, ignorant of her cry of disappointment. “I ain' done with you. No' ye'." He grinned a toothy, gleaming grin that made her grimace in fear externally, as a part of her act, but beam with eagerness inside.
He took her by the hips and slid in once more, then fully withdrew. She was puzzled as his hands went to her shoulders, pinning her down. He simply flashed his grin once more and pressed his canine cock to her tight lapine tailhole. Her eyes became saucers. This was a first. Using the little lubrication he retained from her pussy, he forced himself unrelentingly into her vice-like nether region. She fought the urge to scream, barely holding it back, but she could never tell you if it was pain or ecstasy. Either way, he was soon hilted to the knot inside her, and slowly began to pump. The lube from her own body being used to violate her in brand new ways excited Jean, almost as much as the pain of her stretching tailhole. She clenched occasionally, out of either reflex or intention, bringing Mark close to the brink quickly. Deciding he was ready, Mark released inside of her, flooding her ass with his essence, but not before forcing his knot inside. The entire experience was so new, so foreign, that Jean couldn't help but reach the climax she'd grazed prior. Her womanhood clenched, searching for the source of the pleasure but never finding it.
Mark took these events as the finishing cue, and passed out on top of Jean, not caring that he was knotted in her ass. Jean resigned to wrapping her arms around her mate in a unrequited cuddle, knowing she couldn't very well move him. Such was her life, and damn did she love it.