The Belonging

The Willing Slave

Bane didn't wait for the sparks of Minna's orgasm to die down before thrusting into her, shoving her legs wide. His deep snarl collided in the air with a whimper from her.

She could feel his balls hitting her ass and the girth of his cock burning her walls with the intrusion. It hurt as much as the first time but she took it all without complaint, wanting nothing else but to satisfy him. Initially, she didn't mind it when his hand found her throat and curled around it the same way as their first time.

Bane wasn't aware he was restraining her airway, mind seemingly elsewhere, in another world populated by only the two of them. She tilted her head back as his eyes closed and his belly rubbed against her clit with each push, making sure Minna could only moan and whimper helplessly under him as he choked her absentmindedly.

Moments chased after each other as Bane fucked her slowly, gradually savoring his little kitten. He let out a growl each time he hit the spot inside which made her tighten around his cock without fail.

Minna felt the act of taking a breath become a chore with each thrust her body gratefully accepted. Her small hand found his large one curled around her neck, wanting to warn him she was getting nauseous but not knowing if he'd care. He was reckless while taking his pleasure, fucking her harder and harder with the grip on her tightening as he did. Minna felt tears welling up in her eyes as her body trembled with a fusion of fear and pleasure.

He rumbled from his chest something she couldn't decipher, lost in his own pleasure inside her. His grip tightened and her vision blurred, the world turning into a dark abyss. She had to take action fast before she passed out. So she twisted her body, brushing her fingertips against his hand. She stroked the fine blond hair covering it. It proved futile, even when she dug her nails into his skin.

Under him she felt like a lion tamer, approaching the predator while it still feasted on an impotent gazelle. The tamer and the prey, both at once. She had to find a way to alert the lion without making him fear losing what was his to devour.

The alert came in the form of her not giving up, touching a vein on his hand, and following it on a brief journey down to his wrist. Her hands trembled with the fear of provoking the angry beast she'd been told lurking behind that beautifully scarred face.

Only when Minna's fingers curled around his wide wrist did Bane look up to see her face flushed and her eyes fluttered wide.

The all-too-familiar guilt of hurting his little girl prickled his skin, burning him like a raging fire from within. He reached up and brushed her hair away from her face, his touch gentle, nervously trying not to cause more pain. His hand traveled down to cup her breasts greedily. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her neck, right above a fresh bruise threatening to blossom. Maybe this way he could convince himself he wasn't hurting her, or at least that it wasn't him to inflict that harm. He wanted so terribly to believe it wasn't the monster hurting her, it was pure lust. That was the lifelong enemy after all, while the monster was a good old friend.

He looked up at the infinite depths of her eyes as her body trembled in his arms. He held her tight, sinking into the moment, letting himself get lost in the wet heat of her body.

His breaths became ragged as he moved between her legs, pushing deeper and deeper, grinding against her. Her hips meet his own drenched in the fluids of their pleasure. He wanted her to feel every inch of him, the precum slowly starting to leak, his balls tightening up, his cock pulsing inside with the desperate need to fill her up. He wanted her to feel it. To feel him. Only him.

All those years of resisting his basic human needs were working to his advantage for the first time as he restrained from finishing. However, it was near impossible to resist the friction created between them. He thrust deep inside her as he whispered something involuntarily. Something that slipped out of his lips without his control. His mantra. His prayer.