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until he had managed to get his entire dome inside her. She could feel it stretching her, the sensation hovering at the edges of pain. But it was like nothing she’d felt before, and it made her hungrier for more.
    Thrusting with slightly more power, she felt the beast slide the rest of the way inside her. She twitched as she felt a searing sting of pain, as if something inside her had just torn, but that was instantly quelled by the surge of pleasure felt. She felt so… full. It was like nothing she could relate to.
    “Oh,” she moaned as her virgin tightness cloyed and clutched at the beast’s meaty invader when he began to retract it. He pushed forward slowly again, and she clutched at the sheets and arched her back as she felt that overwhelming fullness, as if every nerve inside her was being stimulated.
    “Yes,” she gasped as the beast pulled himself out again before entering her warm, wet womanhood. Her body began to rock up and down on the silk bed sheets as the beast’s thrusts increased in rhythm and power, and she writhed on the bed, grasped at his arms, clawed down his chest as he took her.
    The tension melted from her face as she began to loosen, began to grow accustomed to the feel of the beast’s repeated penetration. He pushed a little harder with each thrust, and she gasped, feeling him touch something so incredibly deep within her, it felt like her body might suddenly shatter.
    “Yes!” she cried as he touched the same spot again. It was a strange kind of pleasure, so potent it almost was uncomfortable, and so very different from the delicate feel of his tongue lapping at her sex. “Yes!” she hissed as he hit it again.
    Her rapid pants soon turned to moans, and after each starving inhale she breathed out a strangled cry of pleasure. She felt that pressure inside her building again, and she bit her lip as she ventured her hand back down there to rub circles around her sensitive nub.
    It instantly heightened her yearning, and she crunched her stomach forward as the spring within her began to wind tighter and tighter and tighter.
    With each thrust the beast was now grunting slightly, and she saw his body tighten up, felt his penetration grow more rapid, and shallower.
    She worked at herself furiously. It was the first time she had ever done it, but she had herself racing along to the same kind of overwhelming crest she had experienced when the beast had lapped at her.
    “Deeper!” she growled at the beast, feeling an animal-like hunger welling up within her. He nodded and pushed back inside her, hitting that spot that felt like her very center again and again.
    The tension grew and grew, became unbearable, before breaking over her. She tensed up, tightened up, felt her womanhood clutch furiously at the beast’s manhood. Ecstasy thrilled through her, and her vision went blurry. She shrieked, the intensity of the moment, all the sensation it entailed, greater than anything else she had ever felt before.
    The beast began to speed up, and her eyes shot open and she shook her head slightly, clawing at the beast’s powerful chest as he pistoned into her with abandon.
    She saw the beast’s whole body tighten up, felt him rise to his toes, and he let out a long howl. His manhood twitched violently inside her, and she instantly felt a surging warmth within.
    He thrust into her a few more times with twitching, jerking motions, and felt him unload more and more of his seed, before he collapsed onto her, heaving and panting.
    She could feel his heat radiating out from his body, and without knowing why, she wrapped her arms around him, panting. She held him tightly, feeling exhaustion and relief; feeling content and satisfied.
    Isabella sighed. Her eyes became heavy. She could barely open them.
    She felt the beast move, felt him slip out of her, felt her body tremble at the sensation, and felt a thick, sticky liquid dribble out of her. She heard the beast climb off the bed, but Isabella slipped into a