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Thundercrash (w/DeviousFish)

As much as she thrashed, Silver Soul didn't flinch, and she was unable to so much as loosen his hold on her. She could not so much as turn her head, he held it so tightly, and his body remained pressed firmly against her. Her struggles served only to rub her nether region against his groin, which responded by swelling and pushing even harder against her. There was no power left to augment her muscles, and while her toned, athletic body was certainly not frail, there seemed to be more strength in Silver Soul's body now than when he had knocked her to the ground.

After a few seconds, he pulled his head away from her and looked into her eyes. His own eyes glinted with cruel excitement, but they were made far worse by the sweet and gentle smile that graced his lips. "What am I doing? You can't be that naive, miss Sparkler. Do you mean to tell me you've never known a man's touch? Have you truly squandered all of this?" With that word, he slid his hand off her bottom to grab the edge of the tear in her garment, at the same time grabbing the neckline of the leotard. With one sharp tug with both hands he shredded the garment, exposing both of her breasts and a generous amount of her stomach.
 
Had he always been so strong? It didn't seem so to Sparkler. What had happened? For all her struggling, she could do nothing against him. Her joints and muscles ached from her violent resistance, but that was all she had gained. In fact, she became dully aware that her movements were actually increasing his pleasure, as evidenced by the growth of the hard, insistent presence pressed to her private area. This realization made her sick and a dull, cold sensation crept into her stomach and settled there. It was fear.

"None of your damn business!" she snapped when he questioned her love life or lack there of. Ever since her little accident as a girl that granted her powers, she had been singularly driven by her heroic ambitions. Boys had been a distraction that she rarely indulged in and never took far. Being the savior of the city left little time for relationships. She was not naive, she knew of things. The past four years of her life had been spent on an active university campus after all. But a man's touch had been the least of her concerns and so she had remained innocent. This, however, was nothing she cared to reveal to anyone, certainly not the present company.

His stare unsettled her, and her own sea-grey eyes looked back into his with wide-eyed terror when her stripped away the top half of her suit. Her soft, round globes bounced free of their bindings and she struggled to pull her arms down, desperately wishing to cover them. When she could not, she let out a shriek of frustration and cursed at him, fighting back the urge to cry. Even as vulnerable as she was now, she refused to let him see weakness.

"You can't do this! I won't let you! You can't... you can't!"

While she intended to sound furious and intimidating, her voice cracked and her words started to sound more like desperate pleas.
 
Silver Soul grabbed her still jiggling breasts and began to knead them in his hands, shifting them up and down. "Of course I can. I'm stronger than you, and you can't stop me. That's how the world works, miss Sparkler. Even if you scream for help, no one in this city can stop me. All they could do is watch. Of course, if you want them to see, scream away." He pinched her nipples as he leaned in to kiss her neck. At the same time, he began to rock his hips back and forth slightly, shifting his ever-growing member against her groin and inner thighs.
 
If she had been in any other situation, she would have argued. There was a virtuous answer to what he said in that little blue head somewhere. But as his eager hands groped her breasts, sending strange and unwanted sensations through her body, her mind could not function. When he pinched her sensitive nipples, she let out an involuntary squeak and tried to squirm away from his lips touch to her soft neck. Panic was setting in. She was unraveling, and she new it. It wasn't just his attentions that were breaking her, and the knowledge of what was coming, it was the truth in his statement. It was then that fear truly gripped her, wrapped around her throat and strangled the life out of her. He was stronger, stronger than anyone she knew, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"But you're not!" she blurted out. She wanted to deny it. Even though her predicament seemed to prove otherwise, if she could just believe for a minute that it was not true, she could still win somehow. After all, hadn't he been weak only a little before? "You're not stronger than me! I know, I could tell. Its some kind of a trick! A lie! A..."

Her voice broke as she felt him grinding against her, his manhood brushing ever more threateningly against the flesh of her thighs and her sensitive flower. It was more than she could bear. She had tried not to scream, since she didn't want anyone to hear, but she just couldn't help it. Her rage and frustration just boiled over.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" she shrieked.
 
He laughed again, then moved his head up to kiss her mouth. This time he forced his tongue between her lips, skillfully swirling it around her own tongue. It was only an instant; then he pulled away, though a thin trail of saliva still connected their lips. "It's not a trick," he murmured. "It's fate."

He pulled his left hand away from her skin, while his right squeezed and kneaded her breast all the more forcefully. There wasn't much left of his glove, but he still put his hand up to his mouth and bit down on the fabric, tearing what remained away with his teeth. Then he held up his palm to her face. In the faint light emanating from the collar around her neck, she could just make out a triangular mark on his skin, not unlike the one that adorned her right palm. While hers was a solid shape, his was just a thick outline, slightly larger than hers.

"You see, Sparkler, all the power you are so proud of, exists solely to feed mine." He squeezed her breast in his hand, digging his fingernails into her skin, but it was accompanied by something very strange--the feeling of an electrical current running through her body. The few scraps of power that she'd had left after the electric blast, as well as what little had built up in the few minutes since, faded away. At the same time, the silver rings that bound her vanished, and she was dropped unceremoniously on the floor, Silver Soul's fingernails clawing across her skin as her breast slipped from his grasp. His long manhood slid across her groin as she fell away. "And you have squandered that power, my power! Just as you have squandered this body, keeping it all to yourself."

From her vantage point on the floor, the erect member which she had known only by touch was clearly visible. A few strands of his suit were still wrapped around it, the elastic desperately trying to restrain the organ which, though not of any impressive girth, was quite in proportion with Silver Soul's towering stature.
 
That laugh again. How she loathed it! When he pressed his lips against hers, she had not been expecting it. His tongue was invading her mouth before she realized what was happening. When he finally released her lips, she could still taste him on her tongue. She could only stare, breathing unevenly as he answered her.

Fate, he had said. She had used that word before, herself. Fate, destiny, serendipity, it was what had granted power to her. She thought back to her adolescence, to the fateful stormy day at the rock quarry. The place where she had found the strange triangular object and had been struck by lightning. That day had changed her life forever and given her extraordinary power. Was it fate that took all she had away again?

When he brought his hand to her face, she blinked at it blearily. Then, in the dull light, she recognized the shape. A triangle. Not so extraordinary, except that it exactly corresponded with the one on her right hand, hidden beneath her glove. If she brought her mark up to his, it would fit inside his perfectly. Only those who knew her as Dawn had seen that mark. And none of those truly knew what it was and how she had gotten it the day she received her powers. How could he know about it? Why did he have one? His answer to that couldn't possibly be true!

His fingernails clawing the soft flesh of her breast made her wince and gnash her teeth in pain. But there was another sensation that made her eyes widen and her breath hitch. Every nerve, every cell, seemed to light up at his touch. She gasped and arched her back as her body obediently yielded up to him the last reserves of her power. Reserves that she had been counting on for making her escape if the opportunity presented itself. When the last spark had slipped from her and she was completely emptied, she felt the silver rings release her. His fingernails left angry red marks on the pale skin of her breast as he let her trembling body fall.

"Its not true," she croaked, her voice raspy and tired from screaming. "I refuse to believe it!" That is what she said, but lurking in the back of her mind was a terrible thought. His words seemed terrible to her, but they also made a strange kind of sense. It was like a long missed puzzle piece had finally slipped into place.

"And whether its yours or not, I haven't squandered it!" she continued to protest. "I do good work! I help people!" Why she suddenly felt the need to justify herself to him, or thought for a moment he would understand, she didn't know. She wouldn't let herself believe her power was to serve him.

Swallowing hard, she tried to sit up. The rings were gone, maybe she could get away? As she raised up, her eyes suddenly fell on the bulging member that had been teasing her crotch. Closing her eyes against the sight, she tried not to think of it violating her, of its length tearing into her, traveling deep. No, she had to focus and flee. Now might be her last chance. She'd worry about what he'd done and what he'd said later if only she could escape! Pushing herself up on her elbows, she tried to lean forward and spring to her feet. But her body was shaking and would not cooperate. She could only scramble backwards away from him, her panic skyrocketing when she realized her ability to fly would not respond either.
 
Silver Soul followed as she crawled away, effortlessly keeping pace. "People? Those are insects, miss Sparkler, somewhere deep down inside you must know that. They should be serving you, not the other way around." A small silver arch appeared into the air and then plunged down towards her arm. The tips smashed deep into the concrete on either side of her wrist, pinning her hand to the ground. "But that's alright. Since you are already willing to serve, I won't have to kill you. I'll just become your new master." He knelt down over her, reaching out and setting his fingertips on her knee. Slowly he ran his hand up her thigh, then shifted to her side and traced the curve of her hip. His hand continued up her side and to her chest; he ran his fingers along the edge of her breast, then slowly circled the mound. He made a few laps before settling his hand back on her breast, squeezing and kneading it like a stress ball. After giving it a few seconds attention, he moved on upward, running his fingertips along her collarbone before settling his hand on her shoulder.

With his left hand, he reached down to her nether regions and patted her groin lightly. Then, tangling the cloth of her leotard in his fingers, he tore the garment, leaving her slit exposed to the open air--and worse, to his eager eyes.
 
"No," she argued, still backing away. "Th-they're not! They deserve to live in happiness and-"

The arch slammed down on her wrist, pinning it in place and halting her speech. She struggled against the restraint and reached over with her free hand to try and pull it off. It would have been an easy task with even a little of her power, but now drained dry, she was as weak as a kitten. The arch remained firmly embedded in the concrete and she was held to her spot. Her countenance fell, hopes of escape dashed. She was cold, half-naked, and at his mercy. Resignation was reluctantly setting in.

"I won't serve you," she said flatly, still defiant. "You're better off killing me." She managed to make her voice sound braver than she felt. Death was not something she wanted; the mere thought of it made her stomach flip flop. But she had to push against his will somehow.

Staring him down, she tried to keep her breath even as he knelt down in front of her. Her skin prickled where his hands traveled, sending shudders through her body. This reaction displeased Sparkler. It would have been quite pleasurable, if not for the one behind it. Her mind was seething with hate and quaking with fear at the man, but her body didn't seem to know the difference. Or else it was as obedient to him now as it had been when it yielded her power to him. Her nipples hardened under his caress and when he squeezed her breast, there seemed to be a direct line to her stomach and beyond to rejoice. She closed her eyes and looked away, as if to escape from his molestations and her own loathsome body.

Her eyes snapped open, though, when his hand ventured between her legs. Thighs jumped at his gentle pat and her breath quickened. She had thought she was ready, that she was prepared to suffer this next bit, but she wasn't.

"N-no!" she stammered, her face red and frightened.

When he ripped away the bit of fabric covering her mound, she quickly pressed her thighs together to protect it. It was moist, from the exertion fighting him and perhaps, just perhaps, because the more carnal parts of her had been unable to ignore his manipulations to her body. She would not have him see that, or stare at her triangle of soft hair, or ply at her pink lips. She swallowed hard, knowing she could not truly fight him. But she could not accept this either. Balling her free hand into a fist, she lashed out at him, aiming to punch him in the face and break his nose if she could.
 
Silver Soul turned his head a little, letting her wrist collide with his cheekbone instead of his nose. The slight change in angle and distance threw off the force of her punch, and he supposed she had done more damage to her knuckles than his face. Before she could pull her hand away from him, he reached up to grab her wrist. "Now now, you don't want to hurt yourself, do you? That's my job." He pinned her hand to the ground, leaving another silver hoop in place to hold it there, before turning his attention to her closed legs. Giving her breast one final squeeze before letting it go, he settled both hands on her knees. He pried her legs apart slowly--it would have been child's play to just yank them apart, but doing so without dislocating a hip or something took a bit more finesse. Besides, he enjoyed taking his time, letting her struggle against him, and the slow reveal of her moist slit.

"Oh my. I thought I would have to tease you more." He ran his hands along the insides of her thighs until he could place his thumbs on her groin. He ran them up and down her lower lips, then pried them apart. "You're already aching for it, aren't you miss Sparkler?"
 
Fist collided with cheekbone, having all the all the effect of hitting solid rock. Only Sparkler had known some brick walls more yielding. Her knuckles had cracked on impact and pain shot up her arm. She bit her lip, eyes watering, and tried to hide how much it had hurt. Since when did his face become so dense? It was then she fully understood just how weak she had become. Right now, she was no better against him than an ordinary human, and he had gained all her strength and power- maybe more. Her wrist hurt too much to resist him when he grabbed it and she soon found herself restrained again. Her body fell back against the cold floor, feeling defeated.

As his hands moved to her knees, she felt her heart pounding faster in her chest. She clenched her fists and resisted the parting of her legs with everything she had. Fighting him was pointless, she knew that. But if she was to salvage even a tiny bit of her pride, she could not simply submit to either. Her face grew red and she groaned in her throat at the strain, but her thighs moved steadily apart, exposing her womanhood to him. It was effortless for him, from her own experience she knew how easy it was to overpower and manipulate an ordinary human body. Because of this, she also knew he was being gentle, taking care not to damage her. Somehow that made it all the worse, as if driving home the truth of her fragility. Eventually, her muscles quivered and gave out, and her legs lay lewdly open for him. Everything was bared before him, she could hide nothing.

"No! she shouted, shaking her head and blushing with embarrassment. "It's not like that! I don't want...I don't want this!"

How could she explain to him that he made her sick? How her blood ran cold and she hated his touch and caresses, yet her body responded so obligingly? She couldn't. It didn't make much sense to her own mind. Her apparent lack of control was confusing and it infuriated her. What was she? Some needy whore, putty in the hands of any man who touched her? No, she was still a hero, noble and chaste.

So, she made a decision. From this point on, if she could not stop him, she could at least deny him the satisfaction of a reaction. If he hurt her, she would not scream. If he pleasured her, she would not writhe for him. It would be a difficult task, but it was all she had left to fight him with. As he played with her damp folds, her body went rigid. She averted her eyes to the darkness of the ceiling, squaring her jaw in determination. Not with one word, one sound would she gratify his explorations. Her stony silence would prove that she was still stronger than him, no matter what he subjected her body to.
 
Silver Soul had expected some more protests as he spread her lower lips; instead she looked away, staring at the ceiling. "What's this? Are we playing make believe? Trying to pretend that none of this is happening? Sorry, miss Sparkler, but this is reality." He shifted his hands around to her hips, digging his fingertips into her buttocks, then angled himself down. In one long, swift thrust, he entered her, driving his manhood deep into her body, shredding through her hymen. The knobby tip pressed eagerly against the opening of her cervix; although he could go still deeper, he decided that was enough for the moment.
 
She had tried to brace herself, to prepare herself for the pain and violation that was coming. In her mind she comforted herself, urging her to stay strong. She ignored his goading, his vice grip on her buttocks and focused on the darkness of the ceiling. He wouldn't make her squirm, he wouldn't make her scream. How wrong she was.

He entered her tight passage so rudely, so viciously, that she gasped and for a moment could not breath. Her mouth simply hung open, gaping as she felt him penetrate deep inside of her. His rigid member had plowed through the resistance of her virgin flesh hot and raw and wicked. And without so much as a pause had proceeded to fill her channel with his length. Her hymen had yielded before him, torn savagely by the force and rocketed searing pain through her abdomen. The tears she had been fighting, finally fell when his head prodded painfully at her cervix. When she could breath again, her resolve had disappeared and she screamed aloud in rage and pain.

"You're a monster," she whispered hoarsely, when she found she could speak. She wanted to weep and sob, but she managed to hold it back.
 
"Oh dear, still in your fantasy land. Well, I'll let you have that one for now. But just understand that being the hero, doesn't mean you can defeat the monster." He let go of her hips, reaching up to pinch her nipples, then wrapping his hands around her breasts. Something hard pressed against her back, one of his constructs; this one felt like a hand, lifting her torso up off the ground. This also pushed her breasts harder against his groping hands. He kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth as he began to rock his hips back and forth, sliding his manhood in and out of her.
 
He didn't have to tell her. She knew that now. How foolish she had been to think victory was assured if you were on the side of right. How reckless! How careless! Perhaps if she had not been a little more wise and wary, she would not be where she was now- trapped in the arms of a murderer. Fantasy? No, he was a monster she was sure. That was set in her mind. Nothing could sway her from that belief.

She winced, closing her eyes tightly as he pinched her nipples again. It was painful and yet it sent pleasing, exciting signals through her body. How she wished he were someone else! Anyone else! Anyone but an enemy and a killer inside of her, touching her. When she was lying on the ground, she could almost pretend it was. But as he drew her up using one of his constructs, his dexterous hands massaging her breasts, it made him impossible to ignore. His terrifying and handsome face loomed close as he bent towards her, and she wanted to shrink away, to disappear and hide from his gaze. She pulled a little at her wrists still pinned to the ground, but other than that did not struggle. There was no point in it. In the next moment, he had captured her lips again and she could taste him in her mouth. It was tangy and electric she would never forget it or escape from it.

When he began to move inside of her, a choked sob spilled from her mouth into his, despite her best efforts to contain it. Her passage was still raw from the initial penetration and deflowering, so his movements were painful. As he stroked her walls with his member, they twitched against him and there was the tiniest spark of pleasure. However, it could not overcome her feelings of pain and humiliation and so remained buried and barely perceptible.
 
Silver Soul pulled his face away from hers, chuckling as he planted kisses on her cheek and ear, then began making his way down her neck. He removed one hand from her breast and slid it down to her rear, tearing at the cloth before digging his fingers into her plump buttock. He pulled her towards him as he began to thrust more slowly, taking the time to savor the sensation of her pussy around his manhood.

"So tell me, miss Sparkler, how do you feel?"
 
His chuckling made her cringe. She hated that he found her pain so amusing. As he kissed her cheek and ear she tried to pull away. It was ridiculous, she knew. They were already tangled together and with him buried deep inside her, there was no where to go. As if to confirm this, she felt his hand clutch her rear and she gasped as he pulled her closer, pressing her bare flesh closer to his firm body. His thrusts slowed, lessening the pain of each intrusion and gently coaxing fluids from her aching pussy. It was still unpleasant, but the pain wasn't searing. Perhaps some of her healing abilities were still functioning.

She didn't answer him at first, her throat was still clenched with sobs she refused to let loose. And his slow but steady thrusts into her were distracting. Her eyes only glared back at him hatefully, loathing his smirking face. What kind of a question was that, anyway? What did he expect her to say? She felt she had made her feelings on this quite clear. It hurt her. It hurt her in ways she could not express. Was he expecting her to say it felt good? To stroke his already oversized ego? Yes, perhaps, there were mixed in twinges of pleasure. What were those compared to everything else? The humiliation and degradation of having an enemy possess and dominate her so completely, her power being drained from her forcefully, her virginity being taken against her will? The only thing she felt was pain and rage and despair.

What do you care?" she spat, when she gained enough control over her emotions to speak. "What do you care how I feel? I'll tell you what I feel...I feel nothing. Nothing!" Her voice cracked and she had to stop speaking. It was a blatant lie. The tear stains on her face and the unbidden shivers of her body betrayed her. But it was all the answer she would willingly give him.
 
Her reply only provoked more laughter. "Lying isn't very heroic, miss Sparkler." Silver Soul's mouth continued to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, and then along the soft mound of her breast. When he reached her nipple, he gently bit down on it, while pinching the other nipple with his fingertips.

Down below, he began moving his hand in circles, shifting her rump in his grasp. There was enough strength in those movements to drag her entire pelvis into a slow swiveling movement, and the slow intrusion of his long manhood became something akin to a drill, boring deep into her body. "Care to try again?" he murmured. "How does it feel?"
 
Lying wasn't heroic, certainly, but neither was being pinned to the floor and fucked by the villain. She didn't feel much like a hero. Then again, she didn't feel like Dawn either. She didn't know what she was right now. All she wanted was to salvage some part of herself and keep it hidden from him. If she had to lie, she would.

She bit her lip as he worked his way sensuously down her neck and chest to her breast with his warm mouth. When he closed his teeth on her erect, pink nipple, she inhaled sharply. It hurt, but it also caused subtle pleasure to ripple through her body. She whimpered. It was soft and barely audible, but it was there.

When he began to oscillate her hips purposefully, irresistibly, his length boring into her, she bit her trembling lower lip so hard that it bled. There was pain from his intrusions still, yes, but that wasn't what she was afraid of or what she was fighting. As he buried himself slowly into her heat, burrowing deeper and deeper, she felt warmth washing over her. Tension was building deep inside, her body responding eagerly to him in spite of her own wishes. No, she didn't want this. She would fight it with everything she had left. But she might not have a choice.

"It h-hurts...and...and.." she finally whispered. This was at least an honest answer, but not a complete one. "..No...no...there's nothing. " She said again, denying her own body's responses. It was impossible to admit to him what he was making her feel. She hated it. She hated him. That did not change what her body's reactions.
 
"Lies, lies, lies!" He pulled his mouth away from her breast, but it was only unattended for a moment as a glowing silver set of teeth appeared to bite down on it. They were cold, without his hot breath pouring over her from behind them, and dry, without his eager lips around them. But as with all his constructs, her flesh tingled where it touched, as if from the gentlest of electrical currents. While his real mouth made its way once again back up her neck, a third mouth formed to bite down on her other nipple while he devoted his hand to the rest of her breast, squeezing and kneading it roughly.

Down below, his slow thrusts began to go deeper, each one pressing a little harder against the resistance of her cervix. Once his mouth made his way to her ear, he blew over it gently, his breath winding its way into all the little folds of flesh, before he murmured, "How about the truth, Sparkler?"
 
His accusatory cries beat her over the head, making her wince with each punctuation. They were lies, he was right. She was being mad to feel quite a bit more than pain. But how could she admit to her attacker something that would only serve as further ammunition to wound and humiliate her? Maintaining this much control over herself was all that she had left and she clung to it stubbornly.

"No!" she cried angrily, more insistent than before. "I don't want this. I don't want you." The truth now, but not the answer to his question. It didn't matter. Her body, more eager than she, would express itself much more articulately than words possibly could.

When he released her breast from the tantalizing grip of his mouth, she let out a ragged sigh of relief. She hadn't known how much long she could take it. Her reprieve was short, however, as she soon felt the cold, sharp pressure of the teeth constructs pinch her already much worried nipples. The pain was so startling, that she cried aloud in spite of herself. They tingled slightly, clamped on the tender tips of her breast, reminding her vaguely of her own electrical current that was presently absent from her body. Unlike her own charge, this vague tingling was external, uncontrolled, a product of him. The teasing of the constructs as well as the rough groping of his hand, sent intense shivers of pleasure along with the pain, rippling under her skin. It was more than she could stand, and she moaned. Her body bucked and writhed underneath him, as if trying to escape the feeling.

With each hard, determined thrust of his member, she could feel him burrowing deeper and deeper inside of her. Claiming new territory, opening her up to him. His eager head, bruising against her cervix, sent hot tears to her eyes again. The pain was raw and wicked but there was something else boiling inside of her that was much more powerful. Her abused inner walls fluttered slightly, gripping gently and eagerly at his cock. The vague rumbles of a coming storm inside of her. She was trying with all her might to hold it back, but it was so close and each movement of him brought it closer.

His breath washing against her made her shudder and she turned away, trying to shut out his voice. "No!" she moaned. "No, no, no, NO." It was not so much a response to him, as a command to her own body. But her words fell meaningless, she was not the master of it anymore, he was.
 
As he felt her body shudder beneath him and tighten around him, Silver Soul let out a hungry groan. He began to thrust faster and more eagerly. New constructs appeared en masse, tingling hands roaming her legs and back and stomach, groping her breasts and buttocks. One clamped onto her head and forcefully twisted her head back to face him, moving the construct slowly and carefully so as not to injure her, just as he had when he parted her legs. "Oh yes, miss Sparkler. You can't fight me, can't fight this." He ran his tongue along her cheek, leaving a thin trail of warm wetness on her face. "Soon you will not want to."

He pressed his lips to hers as he rammed his cock deep inside her, taking her cervix in one mighty thrust as he had her vagina, drilling deep into her flesh until the head of his manhood peeked into her womb.
 
His quickened pace made Sparkler's breath hitch and she swallowed a moan. Panting, her chest heaved up and down, and she tried to steady herself. The roving construct hands explored her helpless body, and she twitched against them madly. One grabbed her head and she fought against it. She wanted to shut it out, to close her eyes against him. But she could not resist the hand, and she soon felt his hot breath on her face again. Slowly she opened her eyes in time to see the look of heated intensity in his own face. As he ran his tongue over her cheek, the reality of his words settled on her. No, not even in this could she fight him, though she never believed she could ever want this. Her will broke.

Suddenly he plunged, deeper inside than she thought possible to her most intimate of regions and broke through some unknown inner barrier. Pain shot through her and she screamed, a long, unrestrained wail that trailed off into a gut wrenching sob. It didn't matter though, because against her will, she was already coming. Legs twitching and flexing, her back arched and her body shook beneath him, caught in a storm she could not stop. Hot liquid flooded her passage, coating him thickly in her pleasure while her inner muscles spasmed and contracted around his shaft. They crushed against him, clinging greedily and waiting for the next thrust to carry her through. Eyes glazed over, and for a time her mind went blank, lost in the swirling chaos of pain and her body's release.
 
Silver Soul wanted to laugh in triumph, though his mouth was too occupied with hers, his tongue swirling around Sparkler's. This had been easier than he'd ever expected, but then, why shouldn't it have gone so smoothly? It was meant to be, she was created to be his. And her body knew that, even if her mind still tried to defy him. Her shuddering and writhing filled him with glee and goaded him on still further.

He pulled back, almost all the way out of her shuddering body, and it might even have seemed he was going to stop. Then he plunged his manhood all the way back into her womb, then nearly out again. Once, twice, three times, before the countless hands that roamed her flesh all squeezed in unison, he bit down on her lower lip until it bled, and his thick sperm exploded inside her. The constructs all vanished; there was no way he could maintain them when that pleasure was washing over him.

He pulled his face away from hers, a ragged and satisfied sigh escaping his lips, and looked into her eyes. He smirked at what he saw there. "Anyone home?" he murmured.
 
When he pulled out as if to stop, Sparkler released a whimpered into his mouth pressed against hers. It was unclear whether it was from some relief, or because her aching pussy was desperate for him to finish her. She was barely aware herself. When he plunged back in, so impossibly deep into her cavity, she shook with more tremors from her climax. As her spasms continued, she could feel his beginning. His throbbing member was eager to release, pulsing against her walls and driving inside her organ. She yelped in pain when the many hands clamped down on her, and he viciously bit down on her lip. Then she felt it, his spasms of pleasure inside and his body quivering on top of her. She released a little whimper of protest, but there was nothing she could do. His hot liquid exploded forcefully into her, filling her up with his sticky seed.

As her tide ebbed, she stared glass-eyed ahead of her, seeing nothing but darkness. Her nether regions were still twitching with excitement, but the feeling was slowly fading. Then his voice pierced through the fog of her consciousness and his smirking face came into focus. As the afterglow wore off, she began to process what had happened, what he had made her do. He had taken her, all of her, and like a bitch in heat she had come for him. She felt deep shame...and then rage. Her teary eyes locked with his for a moment. They were filled with a dark, brooding hatred and disgust that had never before graced her sweet face. After a moment, she looked away, refusing to speak to him. He had fucked her into submission this time, but she was far from being molded to his will.
 
For a moment, Soul wondered if her mind was even coming back. He didn't want to believe this was over already--that would have been a huge letdown--but as easily as her body had surrendered to him, he couldn't help but wonder if her mind had followed suit. When she managed a hateful glare, his smile widened. The game was still on.

"Well that was fun," he said as he pulled slowly out of her and got to his feet. He took a few seconds to admire her nearly nude form, and the fluids--hers and his--drizzling from her pussy. "I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself. We should do this again sometime, don't you think?" He laughed as he bent down again, grabbing Sparkler by the hair and hauling her onto her feet.
 
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