I reached back and spread my hole for him. "Say it again," I pleaded.
"Darling…" He pressed his cock against my lips and tried to enter. It was so tight, so unbearably impossible. I took deep and slow breaths to try and calm the muscles in my body. The narrow bottleneck of his crown pushed past the first inch, and it was so hard to take. I felt lightheaded but determined to have him.
"Slut," he cooed.
"God," I moaned. "Daddy, take me."
Famous last words.
He drove his hips forward and broke through my walls. My knees buckled, but he held me and forced himself in deeper. "Ugh," I groaned with pain and reached for my clit, but he slapped my hand away.
"Feel it," he said. "This is what you get for the rest of your life."
"It's not possible. You're too big," I cried.
He eased back and allowed me to take a breath, but it wasn't long before he thrust back in. The second push was easier, but the pain itself did not ease. It spread with my heartbeat, pounded against my core, and left me weak.
He spat and spanked my ass, focusing the pain elsewhere. For a third time, he slid in and rested deep within my center. Forcing my head to turn, he made me look at how much of him was inside me. I could hardly breathe anymore.
"I feel you," I said.
"No," he groaned and began to fuck faster. Harder and without restraint. "You only feel yourself. You are still selfish with your pain."
"Why must you go so fast?" I cried out.
"We have to be strong. Together, we have to rid ourselves of the past. In the future, there will be no tears, no cries, and no pain. There will only be pleasure from true sacrifice."
And then I felt it, the undeniable sensation that comes from acceptance. I accepted my pain, my trauma from losing my mother and home. My dad and his rules. It was all tied up inside of me, but Lucian was teaching me to leave that all behind.
We had to be different from the ones who raised us. We had to stick together. No one would understand the bond that was forming, but that didn't matter to me. This was the new world, the one that would be forged after the apocalypse.
Nothing would stand in our way.
He let go of my hair, but I forced back and felt every inch of thickness. With each punishing buck, he forced me open. His arms wrapped around my chest, holding me to his inches. Brutality was flowing through his veins, and his cock only seemed to grow inside me.
"Beg for me," he commanded.
I rolled my eyes up to his and dropped my jaw, inhaling huge gulps of fresh air. He fisted his fingers into my mouth and listened to my muffled cries as saliva fell across his knuckles. "More. Give me every fucking inch."
Letting out a pacifying roar, Lucian thrust out and forced me to turn. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth and let him have it. My tongue lay flat and he tasted like my dripping pussy. I sucked up the filth and swallowed, stretching my mouth open to take more of him in.
He bottomed out against my throat. He gagged me raw and plugged my nose. I coughed but managed to keep him in for three long seconds before he let me breathe again. Collapsing onto the ground, I wiped my lips dry and went up for more.
"This is what you want? This is what you crave?" he asked me.
I nodded fast, hair falling over my eyes. "It’s what I dream of having for the rest of my life… daddy."
Leaning forward, he took my chin and kissed my sloppy mouth. "Mmm. You are so good to me already. I wonder why that is," he said.
"I want your come," I said. "I want to be filled. I want what I've never felt before."
He opened me up to so many new things, so many possibilities that I wouldn't have ever experienced. If my father was right, if the world was really coming to an end, as it seemed it would, Lucian was the only man able to understand me.
Our families would never get it. They would come after both of us, trying their hardest to eradicate the source of our comfort, our love, and our passion. We couldn't let them ruin this.
I held onto him and felt his passion rise. "Daddy," I moaned. "Give me more."
Lucian pulled away, using his monstrous hands to stroke his girth. He sighed with pleasure and lay down on the soil, urging me to sit. "This is your throne. Sit