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Mark of the Chosen [Mercury and Zprimal]

His eyes traced over her delicate features, scrunched up in desperation as she wiggled her hips, limbs confined under him, pinned to the bed. Her screams were sweet as he fed inch after inch into her each time she struggles seemed to die down. Toying with her as her arms strained against her trapped wrists. "Remember what I said? You are no longer in position to make demands." He leaned forward, his mass parting her thighs further as he sank yet another inch into her silken depths. She was absolutely soaked for him, like a slippery vice.

Yvonne clung to him, her slicked passage parting only to grip him tightly. Every pulse in her veins, every beat of her drumming heart, he could feel it gripping his cock. With a grunt, his hips jerked forward sharply, reaching the end of her passage. She was a perfect fit, still with about an inch to spare for him to press up into her to plant his seed deep in her belly. Her newly introduced pleasure spots were done to maximize the pleasure she receives from him.

His hips pulled back, snapping jerkily into her as he pierced her to secure his own pleasure. Her voice rose in pitch, cresting in volume each time; she protested and then shook as she clamped down on him for fluids, yet received not a drop which would sooth the ache which had begun to build in her belly each time he dragged her over the peaks of her orgasm. He stifled her cries with his lips as her legs shook under him, the inside of her thighs coated with the excess of her slick, which dripped freely with each dip of the mattress beneath her hips.

For a moment, Julius sheathed himself fully in her, her wrists still pinned over her head as she spiraled down from her latest high. The purple bell of his cock pressed up against her cervix, throbbing dangerously as he took deep breaths. His arm scooped under her back, opening her taut rosy tips to the assault of his lips. He sucked her into his mouth, her breasts ample and firm, heaving with her every breath as he lashed his tongue over her nipples. He blew a breath over her nipples, his cock still straining within her for that last spurt of pleasure to bring him over the edge.

He hushed her softly, "Shh. Don't want to jerk around so much," He pressed up against her again, allowing her to feel the base of his cock, now swollen in a bulb, ready to be forced into her. "Not unless you want me to finally paint you mine." He kissed her, rocking his hips ever so slowly to keep himself balanced on the knife's edge while he took what he wanted with his lips. Her red swollen lips, her tight nipples, now raw from constant attention. Each time he felt his orgasm fading, he ground himself against her cervix, his base stretching her nether lips as he hushed her again, kissing and sucking on her lips and the tears which stained her cheeks. She was beautiful when she cried, not just from the tears, but how her barely concealed lust craved his seed, as though her every orgasm created a venom in her womb which made her ache, only able to be cured by the thick fluids he would soon give her.
 
Everything that he did, that was supposed to hurt, felt good. Drove her to the edge. Yvonne lost more and more of her will every time she came under him. Every time the pleasure amounted to more than she could resist and she shattered around him. But the more she came, the more pleasure she felt, the worse a fire began to burn in her belly.


The discomfort grew to pain, and Yvonne was whimpering for a different reason.


His hands held her wrists above her head still as the tide of her climax receded into her womb, feeding that new agony. Her fingers curled into small fists, her hands remaining as they were on the mattress as his arms moved to pull her up in an arch, his mouth descending over her sensitive nipples as fresh tears rushed down her cheeks. Her hands pressed against his shoulders, though the strength wasn’t there.


”Please,” she whimpered, choking on the word as his mouth descended over her own.


Yvonne’s pain fueled her fire. Her anger. Her resistance. The agony that grew within her cementing her determination to fight him whenever she could.


But for now… for now she needed it to end.


”Please! It hurts!”


Her resistance started to grow harder. She shoved at his shoulders, hit against his chest, kicking her legs and bucking her hips as her screaming pushed higher and harder. Hoarse as her throat was already raw.


”Make it stop! Please! IT HURTS!”
 
How quickly her body's demands overrode her own, but he would oblige the young Chosen's pleas this time. Julius lifted her up as she thrashed in his arms. His hands braced around her waist as she rained fists down on his shoulders before pulling her down. He grunted as his knot slipped deep into her, his member throbbing deep within her as his climax washed over him. His seed stained her womb and formed a cocktail with her cervical fluids, one which should the ache she had felt acutely in her belly. She hugged every inch of him, clenching and relaxing as though to wring every last drop from him.

He supported her in his arms as she seemed to sag against him, her mind not quite ready for the array of sensations which was available to a Chosen such as herself. He lay back into the excess pillows which she had knocked around in her struggles, having her lie on his chest as he toyed with her hair. When she showed signs of stirring from her state of bliss, his hand struck her rear. The slap rang throughout the room as she started, "Don't go sleeping on me just yet. You have a long day ahead of you, and you better not make things a living hell for yourself." He chuckled when he considered what was probably going through her head, "This is only the beginning. Now," he spanked her little ass again, "while we are waiting, why don't you tell me about yourself and your misadventures as a rebel agent."

Regardless of the efforts she had made to free herself, his knot held fast, fusing her to him for the time being. He coaxed her, rocking his hips to stimulate her and cause the viscous cocktail contained in her womb to swirl. "If they'd come looking for you, it'll make it so much easier." He thought for a second, considering his options, "Not that they have long to respond. We will be traveling to the Nether once your brand has rooted itself deep enough." He stroked a thumb over her mark, "It's a relief isn't it?" His fingers traced down the arch of her lower spine down to the curve of her bottom.

He raised himself up, capturing her nipple as his fingers on her rear slipped lower, tracing the edge of her pink rosebud while she remained bound to him. His fingers found purchase despite her tightening on his digit, slipping into her with the aid of the fluids which coated her thighs. He watched her struggle to deny him, loving every moment she fought to deny what he would take from her. "Relax. This will make things so much easier for you later," The pressure behind the digit intensified.
 
Yvonne was breathless.

The relief that flooded her was immediate. She could feel him in her womb, the force of his body pressing against her cervix in a way that would have been extraordinarily painful before she was altered. Yve struggled to catch her breath, moving with him as he pulled her back on top of him and started to stroke her hair. Tears burned her eyes and poured down her cheeks, anger and relief mixing together as she gulped in several trembling breaths. Her eyes closed, her cheek turning into his chest and for the moment it almost appeared as if she were going to pass out when his palm struck her ass sharply.

She jerked, yelping softly and pushing herself up on him, which only served to drive him in deeper. Yvonne grit her teeth, her hands pressing against his chest as she tried to pull herself free but he was anchored in her. She let out a growl of frustration, feeling his hips rock under hers to coax that unbearable pleasure once more before he slapped her ass a second time; her pale skin blooming immediately with red as she let out a nearly inhuman snarl at him.

”I’m not going to tell you a fucking thing,” she hissed, her body rocking back as he lifted himself up to catch her nipple in his mouth again.

Her head fell back despite herself, her eyes closing as the pleasure started to build again. His hand moved down, between the mirrored bubbles of her ass and slipped his fingers against the tight pink knot. Her eyes opened, widening up at the ceiling as she pressed inside to the first knuckle. Her cry was strained, her fists pressing against his chest as she strained to get away.

”No, no-” her hips bucked in an effort to get away, only serving to stimulate her further as she cried out. He pushed his finger into her further, the sensation of being filled in both holes too much as her climax came suddenly, and unwanted. Yvonne cried out, her back curling into his as she trembled around him. That burning started to build again. Faint, as she still had his fluids in her body, trapped by his cock filling her channels, but there enough for her to feel. To know, that this was how he could torture her. Bend her to his will. Cut her with his double-edged sword of pleasure and pain until she was willing to do whatever he wanted to make it stop.

The redhead couldn’t let that happen.

She turned her head into his neck and bit down; as hard and as quickly as she could. Taking a chunk of flesh between her teeth and biting down as hard as she could, wanting to rip the chunk of flesh from his body and spit it in his face. Take pieces from him as he broke down pieces of her.
 
Julius saw no need to stop her as she leaned in. He had expected her to be soft and pliable, ready to answer to his every demand. That was an underestimation of her character, as he soon found out. The skin from his neck broke as her teeth sunk in and pulled away, tearing an amount of flesh from his neck, enough to cause bleeding, but not deep enough to require professional medical attention. He snarled, rolling over to trap her beneath his weight. A hand went up to brush the wound she had opened on his neck, a faint trace of blood smeared over the tips of his fingers.

His hand slammed into her throat, pinning her into the sheets. "You want to be an animal? Fine. I'll treat you like one." It did not take long for his knot to subside, and once he could, he slipped free from her, leaving her on the mattress before striding over to a mahogany table to the side where a black case lay already open, having been delivered earlier that day.

Within, lay several apparatus he had readied in preparation for Yvonne's arrival. It was not simply for toying with her but as aids for preparation for her role. He returned with a hand full of the equipment. He caught her by the leg and dragged her down, heavy black leather bands looped around her wrists and secured them behind her back. It was almost unfair how easily he maneuvered her, straddling her as she thrashed underneath him, a ring gag clicking into place between her jaws before he released her head. He cared not for how desperate her cries were, nor for how violently she kicked her legs in protest. She was about to learn there was a limit to her behavior even while she was still being conditioned to accept her role.

Julius lifted her up, hoisting her back into the middle of the bed before straddling her once again. This time, he pushed a small silver toy into her mouth, one which was a tapered bulb which ended in a handle with her name engraved along the outer ring and a red precious stone embedded in the middle of the handle. "Suck it, or you'll regret it when it goes in," he ordered. Luckily, the bulb fitted the ring gag but the handle remained trapped on her lips. He spanked her ass, slipping an index finger into her now that he was certain she could take it. His hands found her hair and yanked back, forcing her to look up at him, "From now on, you'll wear this in your ass. It is small enough that it won't be too hard for you to sit still, but it'll be something to make you remember who you are."

His hand slapped her rear again, grinning as she groaned beneath her gag, "Good." The toy came free from her lips, replacing his finger at her pink entrance which began to offer more resistance as he pushed down on her ruby buttplug. "Come now, Yve, you wanted to play this game instead of talking so I'm granting you your wish. Maybe next time, when you can answer me, you'd appreciate the chance to speak and give the right answer. But I think you're enjoying this as much as I am." His free hand slipped down between her thighs to find the soaked pink nub. He teased her directly, knowing just how sensitive she was. "That ache you felt just now, what do you say have you have another go at that but this time without me to help you soothe your belly and let your body endure its effects until it runs itself out. Maybe then you'd begin to realize that you," He flicked her hard, punctuating his next words similarly as she jerked in vain under him, "Don't want to piss your master off."
 
Yvonne thrashed under him, all legs and arms, snapping her teeth at him like a wild animal as he held her pinned by her throat. She screamed past the pressure of his hand and fought with renewed vigor, desperate to escape him and his torture. Her eyes burned holes into his own as he glared down at her, and Yvonne twisted to scramble away as soon as he was free of her; coughing once her throat was free from his vice-like grip. She was half off the bed when his hand lashed out and grabbed her ankle, pulling her back toward the center. Despite her best efforts he was able to roll her over onto her stomach, his weight pinning her legs down as he maneuvered her hands behind her back and bound them in place.


He wrenched her head back and pulled the gag past her teeth, forcing her mouth to stay open with the metal ring. She clenched her teeth around it, bucking her hips and kicking her legs before he released her head with a shove. Her cheek slammed against the mattress and her eyes closed, her face twisted in a wince as he easily picked her up and turned her mid-air to land on her back in the center of the bed.


She gasped, her legs lifting up to try and kick at him but he was shifting his weight so that she couldn’t get to him, pushing a silver, metal toy into her mouth. Yvonne’s tongue pushed against the cool metal in protest, but he held it in place and leaned over her, warning her of how much worse it would be if the plug was not lubricated. Then his hand was between her legs again, his finger sliding into her asshole as she screamed and thrashed. Her voice would be gone by the end of the day. Already it was raw, hurting every time she cried out but Yvonne couldn’t silence her protests.


Julius taunted her, and Yve glared daggers at him whenever he forced her to look at him. Soon, though, he was replacing his finger with the toy. Yve’s eyes pinched closed, every muscle in her body tensing as she tried to fight the invasion of the toy. It parted the tight ring of her virgin ass despite her best efforts, burning as he forced it in, before it was settled between her cheeks. Yvonne choked on her sobs, her pussy aching for its own invasion, soaking his hand as he rolled his thumb over her swollen clit.


Her arms struggled, but pinned beneath her as they were there was nothing she could do. His body forced her legs open, the ring gag preventing her from saying anything but muffled, angry, empty threats. Against her best efforts, her hips started to move against his hand, her body responding to his touch just as the chemicals they had pumped into her intended. No matter what he did to her, her body responded in kind. Her mind and her soul broke away from the physical, screaming and denying every ounce of pleasure, but the wetter she became, the more delirious in her whimpers, cries and thrusts for more, the deeper she fell under his control.


Soon, she was moaning and gasping, her pussy swollen and soaked, her legs staying open for him as he massaged her clit. Her body flushed with need as she came closer to that orgasm. The pleasure rapidly building to impossible levels before she was crying out in her release; eyes tightly closed, face twisted in delight and pain as her spine arched off the mattress.
 
He smoothed a hand over her mark, now larger than the width of his thumb, as she arched off the mattress. His fingers which toyed with her clit did not let up even as she shrieked and twisted her hips. "The aching should resume in a bit," He taunted, "But you don't care about that do you? All you want to do is to cum right now." He pushed a digit into her soaked folds, barely enough for her needs, "Simply mindless." He began finger-fucking her, a hand braced against her shoulder as he pumped in and out of her. For now, he was content to let her forget herself in the frantic need for her own pleasure, but in order to truly crack her, he would need to have her acknowledge what she wanted him to do: she wanted him to fuck her.

He laughed each time she tensed up under him, coating his hand with a fresh layer of her slick. "There, this seems to be what you had wanted." He pulled his hand away, showing her just how much fluid her body had produced. "Clean up," he pushed his fingers into his mouth, an action which went uncontested. He found her tongue easily enough, forcing her to taste herself and lick his fingers clean.

His fingers found the ruby handle which had seated itself firmly over her ass. He tapped it as Yvonne had her mouth occupied with his other hand. He twisted it, rotating the metallic object within her. His fingers pressed against it, creating pressure behind it before pulling it from her bottom and pushing it back in. The silvered bulb winked as it was pumped in and out of her ass, coating itself with any excess fluids which rolled down from her quim. He cared not for her wordless protests, except that what he wanted now was for her to be prepared for the evening, where he had planned to thoroughly break her spirit.

Finally, at long last, his head dipped down between her thighs. Almost like the previous time, he kissed her mark and moved to press his lips against the red gem before turning his attention to her pussy. His eyes watched hers for a long time, enough for her to come down from her high. There were two ways of her avoiding the ache she felt in her womb, the first was to simply accept his seed, the second was to simply begin her ascent to her next orgasm which would worsen the ache once she finally came down from that high. His head dipped, his eyes still locked on hers as he sucked softly on her swollen clit. "You want more don't you?" He chuckled, "Stay still and you can cum to your heart's content." He pushed a finger into her, his actions languid enough to keep her grounded enough, for her to be conscious that if she remained still, she was willingly allowing him to feast on her body.
 
Yvonne would never be able to really understand why it felt so good to have the toy in her ass, and his fingers in her pussy. To feel that full. To feel that… blissful. Her spine bent and arched, her hips lifting and twisting and trying to thrash away from him but his hand on her shoulder held her still. Her arms behind her back kept her from getting the leverage she needed to roll away. She was lost, so to speak, to his control. She screamed, drool beginning to run down the corners of her lips as she fought to close her mouth over the gag. Everything she wanted to do, she was physically kept from doing. Overpowered, completely.

Tears poured down her cheeks as the orgasm built, Shattering through her middle until she was nearly convulsing on the bed before him. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy, her moan deep and guttural. Feral. He laughed at her, and she only distantly realized he was delighting in her lack of ability to resist him. In how he was able to so easily play her like a fiddle. Yve’s eyelashes fluttered open as he held his hand up, showing her the evidence of her wants and desires before shoving his fingers into her mouth.

She would be lying if she claimed she did not find herself incredibly turned on, that she did not enjoy the taste of her own orgasm on his fingers. Deep seeded wanton fantasies surfacing as he took her. Controlled her. Left her with little choice. Yvonne coughed and turned her head away from him, eyes closing in hard, pinched lines as he kept his digits in her mouth, pressing against her tongue as his other hand slid between her thighs and played with the toy she had nearly forgotten was inside her.

Her hips rolled, her moan stifled by the massage of his fingers against her tongue before she cried out again; feet pressing against his thighs and body arching up as he fucked her slowly with the buttplug. Sliding it in and out of her until it was covered anew in her own fluids and pressed snugly into her backside. She whimpered, her eyes opening to look up at him in a mixture of anger, fear and begging. Of needing.

The chosen girl watched as her patriarch dipped between her legs, wrapping his arm around her thigh and pressing down on her belly to keep her still while he lowered his lips to her clit. Suckling, and licking, torturing her with the overwhelming pleasure of his attention before he slid one finger inside of her. Moving it agonizingly slowly. Enough to make her scream with the rage of it all.

At first, her hips bucked rapidly, trying to fight him off before slowly, but definitely, her actions lessened. Her whimpers becoming more high pitched mewls, her hips settling as her need grew, before renewed denial surfaced and she fought again. Eventually, with a choking sob Yvonne’s hips settled against the bed and her breasts heaved with her desperation for an orgasm. To end the torture of “almost”. That was, until her ache for his seed in her belly would worsen to agony, and she would be begging for him to fuck her to relieve the pain.

Until then, Yvonne laid back, hips pressing into his hand and mouth while her back arched and she gasped and moaned in bliss.
 
Slow, long laps of his tongue. He could feel the heat from her skin as her struggles ceased slowly. He chuckled, still watching her eyes as she finally relaxed, a long moan slipping from her lips. His lips split into a grin before he stabbed his tongue into her. Her muscles tensed around him, but she made no effort to resist. Perfect, just what he wanted. He began building that fire in her belly, slowly building her up for each orgasm, sometimes denying her climax entirely to keep her from truly drifting into a state of mindless bliss.

It was not long for the dull ache in her belly to be transformed into some form of burning need to take his seed once more. He could sense it, just barely, perhaps due to their bond. He grinned before he raised himself from her thighs, "I think it's about time you return the favor." He beckoned to her, as he stepped to the wardrobe to pick a robe for himself. "Unless I'm imagining things, you must be in need of something new, no?" He opened the door of the bedroom and ushered her out into the living room, where he took a seat on the sofa while she remained standing, after trailing behind him. The sky was getting dark, the lights already lighting up the room warmly before they entered.

"Let's make a deal." He gestured for her to kneel before him, "Use only your mouth to please me, and I will help you with that ache in your womb. The alternative would be to just let the pain fade away, but that may have some negative long-term effects on your body." He could see the gears turning in her head as she processed the possibilities. "If it helps, you can see it as an alternative for taking me into your ass for now. I had planned for the toy to stay where it is for a bit longer."

He watched as she knelt down between his thighs with reluctance, "Good. Now let me remind you, before you spend the rest of your life in a gag, if you make attempts to bite me one more time, the consequences will be a lot more severe." He moved his hand to the back of her head and undid the gag, the metal bit clattering harmlessly on the floor before her. "Go on," He coaxed, "It is beneficial for Chosen to drink their master's semen too. Don't fret about it, there will be enough left over for your belly."
 
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