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He pounded into me. I can’t—I can’t—I can’t. But I could. My body would always take it. He made sure of that.

“You take it so good,” he crooned. “My sick little bluebird.”

His breath thundered through the deer skull. I could hear it, a hot noise echoing in the dark. I could feel his excitement, his cock inside me swelling with every sob, every moan, every thrust.

He thrust his cock inside me, hitting deep, every thrust making my eyes roll back into my head. I clenched, spasmed, tried to fight it. But my body was a traitor. Wet, swollen, desperate for more.

The overlap of pain and pleasure made everything psychedelic, a strobe of red and black and shivering blank space. It was dizzying.

He yanked my head back so I had to see the empty sockets staring me down. The skull. The monster. My monster.

“You see what you do to me?” he rasped. “You drive me crazy. Could’ve taken any bitch out here, but I wanted you. Only you. Nobody else can survive this.”

My jaw trembled. “Please, please, I can’t…”

“Yes you can. You always do. My bluebird never breaks.”

The pressure built, ecstasy boiling in my guts. I tried to twist away but he just manhandled me closer, cock fucking even deeper. I sobbed. He caught the sound in his gloved palm, then shoved his fingers into my mouth. Choking me.

He never eased up. He drilled his cock into my cunt, so fast my toes left the ground, dangling for a second before he mashed me back to earth.

He hoisted my leg and wrapped it around his waist. His hands groped my chest, squeezed my tits through the thin shirt. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make my vision splinter white. I whimpered from the pain.

“You liked that in the dressing room, whore. You like it more now. Don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer. I could only moan around his fingers.

He pulled the fingers from my mouth, wiped my spit on the cloth of his shirt. I could feel his cock pulse, every fucking vein inside. I was going to shatter. It built and built, a tightrope stretching under my skin.

He continued to fuck me, my body ramming against the tree with every thrust. His hand held my throat, and his mask stared straight at me. I stared back, my vision piercing into the abyss of his hollowness.

Malakar took his hand from my throat and moved it to my clit. My mouth opened in a breathless gasp. It was all so much. His thumb on my clit. His cock ramming into me. The ache in my joints. The bark rubbing against my back.

His thumb circled my clit hard and fast. The pain sang up my spine and turned to pleasure, white-hot, blanking out every thought except need. My thighs trembled.

“Please,” I whispered. I didn’t know what I was begging for. Begging for him to stop, or do it harder, or never let me go again.

The deer skull hovered inches from my face. The angle made it look gigantic, huge antlers splitting night and sky. A real monster.

He kept rubbing my clit. I could feel it coming, building in my gut. I should have been humiliated, broken, disgusted. But all I wanted was for him to keep going, never stop, fuck me until I dissolved into nothing.

The pleasure and pain molded together until I couldn’t tell the difference between either. Sparks ignited in my gut, then exploded. My whole body trembled as I came on his cock.

Then, in one quick motion, he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved me face-first into the dirt. My body folded, ass in the air, legs spread wide open.

The ground was cold. My knees scraped on sharp sticks, dead leaves. My hair tangled around my face.

He held my hips up high. His cock plunged all the way inside, so deep I almost blacked out. The pain was apocalyptic, obliterating me. But I needed him deeper. I needed him to fucking destroy me.

He rammed in, over and over. His cock splitting me open from the inside out. My body took every inch. I screamed again, but my face was half-buried in earth so it was just a dull moan.

His hand fisted in my hair, yanked my head back so I could feel the weight of his mask above me.

My cunt clenched, soaked, a filthy mess. I felt it dripping down my thighs, pooling under me in the dirt. His hand never left my clit. He pinched, rubbed, made every nerve spark until I wanted to beg, but the only sound I could make was this high sobbing gasp. I felt the orgasm choke me, hot and vicious, coiling in my belly.

“Don’t you dare hold back.” He slammed his cock harder. The pleasure boiled over and I shattered again.

My body shook, bucked, collapsed, but he didn’t stop. He just kept fucking me, bruising me, hands greedy and hungry everywhere at once.