My stomach knotted and muscles clenched with the internal pain of him hitting my cervix. His strength and gravity combined as he rammed home. I caught my breath, trying in vain to prepare. Heavy hands on shoulders prevented any escape. In one fluid movement, he rolled and crushed me. He paused, but my body was too limp to disengage. My mind silenced, I was merely his to be captured. The constant attention on my clit was driving me towards ecstasy again. The bed reverberated with his growl as I screamed, his predatory eyes locked on me, his cock imprisoning my body. No,' I stuttered, forced to endure the intense sensual overload. Fingers rubbed my electrified, throbbing clit. The arm loosened and I rolled away, but an iron-like grip on my hips prevented me from breaking the bond.Īwkwardly, I turned to look at him - pleading in the dim light - exhausted. My mind defied my objections, sinking into bliss and giving him control. I pulled my chin to my chest and used all my strength to escape. Sensitive and shaking, I fruitlessly fought. Pain entwined with pleasure, taking me over the edge as I spasmed around him. His mouth sought my vulnerable neck teeth bit down. I gurgled, shock waves of pleasure cascading through my body. Lust engulfed me as his cock and fingers fuelled the fire. In a silent reply to his urgency, I flooded with wetness. Small relief ran through me, he was trying to prepare me. Delightful fear and anticipation blended. Trapped, I couldn't move, I was his to take. The head rested in my entrance and his arm clamped tight. Persistence paid off and he found his target. It felt good, but surely he wasn't going to. I drifted back towards dreamland, but he pushed more firmly.ĭespite the probing, my brain was foggy. Our antics earlier were draining but his desire still nestled between us. Smiling in the darkness I felt his cock move. I hope I have captured the essence of primal play.Īs I floated in the zen-like space between reality and sleep, the mattress shifted and a strong arm pulled me tight against a warm body.Ĭontented, I sighed. Primal Prey is from the woman's perspective. The story is a vignette and a sex scene between an existing consensual, heterosexual D/s dynamic. I have wanted to explore writing primal play and this challenge has let me attempt it. The companion piece Primal Predator will be published in the next week. A/N This is the first of two stories I've written for the 750 Word Authors Challenge.

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