Vengeance in His Bed

"Aaaaah!"

The sharp, high-pitched crescendo of Jannah’s voice cut through the darkness of the master suite. The sound was a direct map of the invasion. Dorrent had buried himself completely inside her, the thick, blistering length of his manhood occupying every millimeter of her narrow, virgin corridor, stretching her delicate walls until she felt entirely consumed by his heat.

Dorrent froze, his forehead resting against the cool wood of the wardrobe just above her head, his breath escaping his lungs in a ragged, animalistic growl. He was completely paralyzed by the internal reality of her body. He had never known such a warm, tight canal existed since he’d lost his virginity. It felt like a living furnace, an intricate maze of hyper-sensitive nerves that clamped around his rigid shaft with an agonizing, desperate friction. For a terrifying, breathless beat, the dark suspicion flared in his mind again—she might be cursed. She was like the wild omega from five years ago, possessing a body so biologically addictive it could drive an S-tier Alpha to the point of permanent psychological ruin.

But beneath the primal fear, his elite S-tier senses registered the sharp, metallic tang of her fresh blood in the air. She was a virgin. The barrier had just been forcefully dismantled by his relentless penetration, and he could feel the intense, rigid tension vibrating through her entire frame. Her inner walls were clinging to his cock in a series of violent, defensive spasms, her small hands locked onto his shoulders, her fingernails tearing into his skin as she fought for breath.

Despite the unyielding hatred he held for her kind, and despite the predatory lust that was currently screaming at him to start thrusting, Dorrent held back. His pride demanded dominance, but it also demanded absolute perfection. He wanted her very first time to be a memorable, devastatingly passionate marking—a performance so intense that she would never be able to scrub his memory from her skin, no matter how much she claimed to despise him.

"Stay still," Dorrent rasped, his voice dropping into a thick, gravelly register that vibrated directly against her ear.

He anchored his hands firmly into the delicate bone structure of her slim waist, pinning her hips against his pelvis, forcing her to remain impaled on his length while her body slowly began to accommodate the massive size of his manhood. As he waited for her internal muscles to relax, his fingers grew impatient. He reached up, his movements rough, and fumbled with the remaining fabric of her upper clothing. With a sudden, downward jerk of his wrist, the fabric gave way with a loud, clean RIP, the cotton threads tearing apart to completely expose her bare torso to the cool air of the room.

Her breasts were firm, and already hardened from the volatile cocktail of terror and arousal coursing through her veins. Dorrent leaned his head down, his eyes dark as he captured one firm peak into his mouth. He began to suck on it, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while his free hand reached over to fondle and squeeze the other nipple, his palm creating a harsh, intoxicating friction against her skin.

"Mmmgh—!" Jannah arched her back in total pleasure, her head snapping backward against the wardrobe as a breathless moan was dragged from her throat.

The double stimulation was a sensory overload. She was being held tightly by the man who had ruined her life, her lower half completely stretched by his thick member, while his mouth was ruthlessly undoing her upper body. She was horrified by her own responsiveness. This man had spent weeks calling her filth, dismissing her as a gutter-rat, yet here he was, treating her body like a precious, high-district instrument, kissing and fondling her with a desperate, suffocating passion that was driving her completely out of her mind.

When he felt the sharp tension finally leave her inner walls, his instincts signaled that she was ready. Dorrent hoisted her waist higher, his face lunged forward, capturing her parted, wet mouth with his own before she could release another sound.

He started thrusting into her.

The movement was deep, heavy, and unyielding, his hips driving forward in a steady, relentless rhythm that slammed his pubic bone against her pelvis with every single stroke. Jannah’s sudden, fractured moans of combined pain and intense pleasure were completely muffled by the bruising pressure of his lips. Dorrent dominated her mouth, his tongue sliding inside to lick the wet interior, tasting the sweet, lingering flavor of her omega essence while his lower half ruthlessly worked inside her tight core. Jannah’s mind fractured completely. The sheer speed of his hips was an absolute assault, his thick dick sliding out until the tip almost cleared her opening before burying itself back to the very hilt with a heavy, wet slap against her skin.

Suddenly, Dorrent let go of her mouth, his head snapping back as his speed increased tenfold. He was thrusting into her so fast, with such a raw, feral velocity, that Jannah’s small frame began to bounce off his chest with every single impact.

"Slow... Dorrent, slow down," she panted, her hands losing their grip on his shoulders as she lost herself in the rhythm, her vision spotting with crimson light. She wanted him to ease the rapid, brutal pace, but at the very same time, her core was screaming for more, her walls contracting around his shaft in a desperate bid to catch the friction.

With a deep, guttural groan that rattled his ribs, Dorrent altered the angle of his pelvis. He tilted his dick slightly upward inside her, driving the heavy, swollen head straight into a highly sensitive, hidden spot deep within her front wall.

"Aaaahn!" Jannah let out a loud, piercing moan, her toes curling as a sharp jolt of pure ecstasy shot through her nervous system.

Dorrent recognized the sound instantly. A dark, triumphant smirk touched his lips, and he immediately locked his hips into that exact trajectory. He kept hitting that identical sensitive spot over and over again, his strokes shorter, faster, and incredibly heavy, the wet friction between their bodies producing a continuous, squelching sound that filled the dark space. Every single impact earned a broken, high-pitched moan from her lips, her body trembling violently as he ruthlessly exploited her weakness.

After a long moment of continuous pounding, Dorrent’s movements slowly decelerated. He was panting heavily, his chest covered in a thick sheen of sweat. He didn’t disconnect their bodies. He kept his thick manhood buried deep inside her warm canal as he lowered her feet back onto the carpet, his hands remaining locked onto her slim waist.

"Ride me," Dorrent commanded, his voice a thick, authoritative rasp that brooked absolutely no argument. "Move your hips, Jannah. Let me see how much you want this."

He firmly placed his palms on her hip bones, guiding her movements, helping her to lift and lower her own weight along the heavy length of his shaft. Jannah swallowed hard, her face burning with a furious crimson blush as she took control of the rhythm. She started with slow, hesitant movements, the sheer size of him making her gasp every time she slid down to the hilt. But the internal heat was too great. Within a matter of seconds, her pace accelerated into a frantic, desperate rhythm, especially when Dorrent leaned down, his wet tongue licking and sucking at the sensitive skin of her throat, his teeth nipping at her collarbone.

Her sweet, volatile omega pheromones were driving him completely insane. The scent of her raw arousal had saturated the room, sticking to his skin, filling his mind until he felt an overwhelming, dark realization: I am not having enough of her. He wanted to consume her completely; he wanted to bury himself so deep that their bloodlines would permanently interlock.

With a sudden, feral grunt, Dorrent reached down and hooked his arms beneath her thighs. He carried her bodily across the room, lifting her fragile frame entirely off the floor without disconnecting their bodies for a single fraction of a second. Jannah let out a quiet whimper of shock, instinctively winding her long, pale legs tightly around his muscular waist to keep from falling as he strode over to the bed.

He dropped her onto the mattress, the impact soft but heavy. Before she could even scramble backward or clear the hair from her dazed eyes, Dorrent grabbed her ankles and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Jannah’s face was pressed flat against the cool fabric of the mattress, her breathing ragged, her bare back completely exposed to the shadows. Dorrent crawled over her from behind, his hand coming down in a loud, resounding SPANK against the soft skin of her bare hip, the sharp impact leaving a brilliant pink mark that contrasted sharply with her pale skin.

He leaned his sweating torso over her lower back, his heavy, throbbing member resting right against the wet, dripping crevice of her bottom. He reached down, his fingers digging into the bone of her waist, his voice dropping into a flat, chillingly dominant command that echoed in the silence of the room.

"Lift your hips for me, omega."

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