He needs more of you, needs to fill you up and make you his, his, his, his. All his, and only his. You take it all like the good angel you are, and you’ll take even more if he so wishes it. You were so good to him… So very good…

There was something about you swelling there that drove him wild. He wanted it to stick- wanted it to become so much more. Maybe it will never happen, but that’s not going to stop him from trying. The executioner’s hands travel to your hips, firmly grasping them before dragging you closer once again

Somehow already on your back, you feel hands roam your body. Your chest, to your sore abdomen, down to your burning legs, and all the way back up again. Pressure settles around your lower abdomen, stroking and rubbing in large, gentle circles.

But you will, and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied with how utterly ruined you are, inside and out. You can take so much of him now… At this rate, you might even be able to fit all of him in that tight little hole of yours one of these days.

Bloated with cum and cock, you won’t know how much more you can take, nor how much longer he can go for. Your muscles will ache and cramp, your insides will burn and throb, and most of all, you’ll feel so good that you don’t know if you’ll be able to live if he stops.

Your little body was so fragile, yet it could bend and twist and stretch in so many wonderful ways. Your entire being fascinated the red executioner, and he couldn’t get enough of seeing just how much you could take before you begged for mercy.

He wanted to draw as many different sounds from you as possible, as quickly as possible. He wanted to see your different facial expressions, see how your body curls up when you’re at your breaking point, how his cum gushes out of you as he pulls out, only to shove it back in with a lewd squelch.

You squeal as he rocked his hips, scrambling to ground yourself on the edge of the table as he pulled out completely, only to snap his hip forward just as you began to miss the burn of his length inside of you.

His cock twitched as he managed to fit nearly half of his length inside of you. Oh, he was so proud of you… He strokes your neck with the pad of his thumb, groaning at how you tighten around him at such a small gesture.

You were such a deliciously tight fit… It was extraordinary difficult for him to not immediately ravage your insides, but he softened his usually brutal sexual temperament for you and only you. You were so special…

You squeal as he crams the head of his member into your pussy with practically no warning. Good thing he’s already put that tongue to use… Your entire body squirms and heaves as your lover attempts to fit as much of his member inside of you as possible without harming you in the process.

“OOOHHH S-SHHIII-!!”

You moan softly as a warm, calloused hand grips you by the back of your neck. Not that you would ever try to squirm away, you know that he loves to hold you in place as he fucking wrecks your-

His precum slicked cock grinds against the valley of your thighs. All you can think about is how good it’s going to feel inside of you. You still can’t take all of him at once, and you might never be able to, but you’ll sure try.

This was the safest place you could be… You sigh as a familiar wet appendage slithers against your neck and flicks against your cheek. Once upon a time, this used to scare you. Now you can’t get enough of it…

You are truly precious to him. Something for him to protect. Something for him to corrupt- Hot, humid breath washes over your exposed back. Your protector always towered over you, but it didn’t make you feel vulnerable or uncomfortable in the slightest.

It was truly ridiculous- the size difference between you and your lover. This massive executioner was nearly double your size in every way, shape and form, yet never has he ever hurt you. He wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing to you. Not to you.

You are pinned to the table, the stark contrast between its temperature and your own sends even more chills wracking through your body than the hands wondering your bare thighs seemed to produce.