"AHHHHHHHH!"
Mamoon's scream didn't stop. It elongated, turning into a ragged, breathless keen as Tianlong settled his full weight against her buttocks. He was inside. All of him. The tight, virgin ring of her anus was stretched to its absolute limit, gripping his shaft with a strength that would have crushed a lesser man.
"Relax," Tianlong grunted, his hands heavy on her waist to keep her from crawling away. "Accept it."
"I... I can't..." Mamoon sobbed into the pillow, her claws shredding the silk cases. "It feels... full... too full..."
"That's because you were empty before," he whispered, leaning down to bite the sensitive skin of her nape. "You were missing this."
He pulled back.
Squelch.
The sound was wet, tight, and obscene. Mamoon gasped, air rushing into her lungs as the pressure momentarily alleviated—only to be replaced by the terror of anticipation. She knew what was coming. She could feel the massive head of his cock resting at her entrance, waiting.
