Possessing Andley Part 1

Chapter 6 continued

His voice was a low whispering rumble. My body betrayed me. I felt a shiver creep up my spine while a heat rose between my legs. I felt myself becoming wet against my will as his light breath brushed through my hair. He rested a giant hand in between my breasts feeling my heartbeat quicken.
"No." I gasped quietly.
"No?" He asked with a small smile.
"No." I repeated with a little more assertion
"No, you won't do as I say? Or you don't want it to feel good?
"No."
I felt like an imposter within my own body. He reached down between my legs sliding a finger along the length of my vagina. He looked amused.
"Such treachery, your body is not your own. What would Rathon think? I've barely even touched you."
He lifted his finger to his mouth licking it.
"Were you and Rathon lovers? That's quite inappropriate don't you think?
I shook my head.
"What Andley, use your words."
"No." I whispered helpless.
"Poor Rathon, let's hope he hears about how I'm about to make you moan. I don't care if it's from pleasure or pain."
With that, his hand was suddenly on my throat cupping my lower jaw. He turned my head to face him. He moved his legs in between mine, prying my knees apart with his muscular thigh. At the same time, he slid finger, still we with my own arousal, across my mouth forcing my lips apart.
"Open your mouth Andley."
I obeyed.
He slid his finger deep into my mouth, forcing my chin forward, while thrusting himself inside me. His girth forced my legs wider and I snatched in a sharp breath, making a slight squeaking noise. His eyes locked onto my own.
"Pain?" He asked.
I tried to turn my head away but he forced my face towards him once more. He pulled back slowly until the head of his cock was in danger of slipping out then slammed its full terrible length back into me. He rammed two fingers into my mouth and down my throat, moving them in and out in time with his hips. I gagged and whimpered. His hand was still pressing down on my ribs between my breasts, I could barely draw in air between the weight of him and his fingers blocking my airway. Tears begin to well in my eyes as I became more desperate for air. I wrapped my hands around his forearm and tried to pull his hand away from my mouth.. My hands didn't even fully make it around the circumference of his muscular arm. I knew how small I truly was.
Fear rocked me as his relentless thrusting into me pressed on, seeming to force me deeper into the bed with each stroke. Wretchedly, I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter feeling him slide along the walls of my vagina. God make it stop, I thought.
"Does it hurt Andley? He asked huskily.
Still pulling on his arm I nodded my head frantically trying to breath.
"What?"
He pulled his finger from my throat finally.
"Yes."
I gasped, panting trying to get my fill, afraid his fingers would be forced back into me. Instead he began rubbing my nipple his fingers coated with my saliva. I felt it harden under the rough caress.
"Doesn't seem to hurt". He mused. "Your very wet."
I covered my face and let out a disparaging moan.
"They all like it at first Andley, but you surprise me. You should be ashamed of yourself."
His thrusts began to slow, relieving me of the pain but leaving the wretched pleasure in its place. He leaned down licking my nipple while still rubbing the other in small wet circles.
"I'm going to make sure you're properly shamed. It would be kinder of me just to hurt you and enrage Rathon. But I'm going to make you moan first, I'm gonna make sure you cum for me first."
"Stop." I tried to push his mouth away from my breasts "I don't want it."
"But you do." he laughed. "Oh you fucking do. Your not so sweet as you want everyone to think".
I tried to ignore his short shallow thrusts into me, his hands engulfing my breasts. His claws grazed lightly on my rib cage. My breaths became short hitches inward.
"Fuck, you look so pretty trying not to like this."
He slid one hand down between my thigh and began rubbing his thumb slowly on my pulsating clit. His cock glided out of me, and was replaced with his fingers. He hooked them forward, feeling my g spot.
"Please." I moaned.
"Please what?"
"Stop." I gasped, "please stop."
"Ah, a fighter till the end."
I felt the familiar wave signaling an organsm begin to wash over me and tried pointlessly to move his hand away.
"Your too small sweetheart. Why don't you try changing? maybe your therio is strong enough".
He stopped rubbing my clit, holding his thumb lightly over it while he worked his fingers inside me, prolonging my shame.
"After you cum, I'm going to start hurting you with my cock until you transform into your Therio. Believe me Andley, your human form is much too small to handle me. I hope you're ready to give me what I want".
His hand worked faster inside me, I felt the walls of my vagina tightened around his fingers and I resisted the horrible urge to rock my hips in time with him. A pleasureable moan began to escape my lips like the beginning notes of a high song. I covered my mouth and turned away. He grabbed my chin once again and forced me to look at him.
"Look at me I want to see your face when you cum. I wanna watch your eyes water and cheeks flush while you try to hide it. You can't smother your moans enough so these people can't hear you."