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She pulled back; it was too much for her, too tempting, she wanted it too dearly. But the Piamupits wouldn’t let her go. One wrist stayed in his immovable hand while the fingers of his other hand dropped between her legs, forcing her thighs apart. Naru cried out, instinctively trying to kick her way clear of him. She felt the Piamupits cupping her groin, his thumb slipping over her moist slit.

“Oh shit, shit, don’t!” she cried, her legs jerking apart.

Her ass shifted on the ground, body pumped full of energy, of motion she was unable to expend. She could only shudder while the Piamupits slid his fingers in deeper. He, and she, felt her hymen. Naru cried out again, more in suspense than in pain. She couldn’t marshal any courage, not with a finger pressed steadily into her maidenhood, pushing through to whatever pleasures a woman held when she was no longer pure.

Naru’s face reddened. Her cheeks flushed. Sweat flooded her brow. The pain was sharp, but nothing compared to the humiliation. For the first time, she imagined losing her virginity to this monster. The prospect hadn’t really occurred to her before. Some part of her had actually been looking forward to being fucked!

She was ashamed of herself now, a shame the Piamupits wouldn’t let her forget. He shifted his thumb over her clit, pressing down on it, and filling her once more with jagged pleasure. Naru screamed—unable to pretend she didn’t love the feeling.

“Nice, real nice,” the Piamupits grunted, in that shifting voice that was his voice, like he wasn’t just one man but every man. Wanting her, desiring her, now conquering her. She would’ve had to give into one of them. Why not this multiplicity?

She fought because it was her nature, knowing it excited him. Still screaming, she tried to close her thighs over his hand. He kept rubbing her clit, making her howl until her voice gave out.

Only then did the Piamupits pull his hand away, leaving Naru exhausted and defeated and nowhere near sated. She sagged back, hitting her head lightly against a rock half-stuck in the ground.

“Ahhh…”

She breathed softly now, tears drifting out of her eyes like fat wet leaves coming down after an autumn storm. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared her for this. She stared heavy-lidded at the Piamupits she had fallen prey to, then dropped her eye to his long, brutal erection. Thick green veins pulsated below the skin. A few drops of ivory precum oozed off the tip, falling in long slimy strings to the ground between her sprawled legs.

Slowly—as if to underscore that there was nothing she could do, not even with all the time in the world—the Piamupits put his hand back down on her sex. Squeezing it. Pressing his fingers into the soft, accepting lips. Naru shut her eyes, her jaw set tightly. She felt her inner muscles shuddering with the pressure he put on them, rubbing together, kneading on nothing as they would suck at his manhood when he was inside her.

But he was still only teasing her. She didn’t know how she’d react when the pain hit. Or maybe she did.

“Ready or not,” he said.

He took his hand away—his fingers sucked their way out of her. Then he thrust her down onto her back. Kneeling over her, he forced her thighs apart. It wasn’t just easy because of how much stronger he was than her.

Naru wasn’t resisting at all.

The Piamupits lowered himself on top of her. Naru felt she had to clench her thighs together. When she did, an undesired energy thrummed in her slot. Her terror receded, but she almost wanted to hang onto it. Show the Piamupits that he hadn’t conquered her so thoroughly that she actually wanted what he was forcing on her.

“Take it, bitch,” he said again.

Naru was helpless not to feel all the impossible things happening in her body. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples stiff. His fingers pinched into her nipples, striking the tenderest of her flesh with sensation while his fangs brushed crimson lines along the slope of her neck.

She felt his member sliding up and down her slot, the full girth of it pressing into her clit while his balls rasped on the sensitive curves of her ass. They were bloated with cum. Of that she was somehow sure. He just couldn’t be so overwhelmingly masculine without holding the excess of maleness in abundance.

He would, absolutely certainly, thrust inside of her, split her wide apart, hurt her with how much lust he had for her. And yet Naru held no reservations. The thought of him doing that to her went into her body and became delicious shudders going up and down her spine.

The Piamupits lifted himself over her for a moment, coming up on one arm while the other went to her face. He slapped her twice—snapping her head to the left and to the right. Her long dark hair tangled up her face like leaves clothing a tree.

Then the Piamupits shoved her down by a hand placed on her throat, crashing her head to the ground. Held her there with enough pressure to cut off her breathing.

His eyes burnt with wild enjoyment; what little of his face wasn’t scales reddened with passion. Whatever this beast was, he was sadistic. Someone who enjoyed feeling the crunch others made as they were crushed underfoot.

“We’re going to have a good time tonight,” he said in another ghostly voice.

The Piamupits backpedaled with his hips, drawing his prick down the length of her womanhood until only the tip was still touching her folds. Naru knew he was preparing to skewer. She felt his hips sway forward again, still not angling his weight right to penetrate her, but that didn’t matter… he pulled his erection back again.

His muscular ass shook, tensed, ready to slot inch after inch into her pussy until all of his endowment was tucked away inside, in however big a space he needed for that massive cock.

“You’re going to kill me with that dick! Please, please, you really can’t… oh fuck!”

The Piamupits tensed his thighs, flexed his muscles, then drove into her. Perhaps not with all his strength, but with more than enough to utterly conquer Naru. She tensed, feeling the rushing penetration of his cock forcing apart her labia, entering her, stretching every part of her cunt piece by piece.

First the outside, then the inner passage, all of them pulled to the breaking point. Then there was the horrible pain of being pierced. Her virginity defied him, but only for a moment. The Piamupits grunted and pressed right through.

She tore. She broke. She stretched and bled. She’d been intact once, a boulder, though she’d never felt like one. Now, though… now that boulder was cracked right down the middle. She knew what it was like to be split in two.

Even if she was in one piece, her life was bisected. Her childhood, her innocence, everything before—all amputated. Everything from now on would be this, or a variation of this, or an echo of this. Her world had changed as much as it could change without ending.

Her thigh muscles shook as she felt the Piamupits drawing back, relieving the pressure on her wounded sex, but not diminishing the throbbing soreness, the tension of violated purity that she feared would never go away.

The Piamupits braced, then shoved into her once more. This time her hymen was not there to block his path. He pushed his knees hard against her thighs, rolled her ass upward, angling his prick so it went all the way into her.

The world seemed to come to an end. Explosions went off behind Naru’s eyes, sending out not flames, but a brilliant multitude of hurtfully bright lights. The pain mounted, but not to an extreme. It became different, more intense, but less big. Her cunt wasn’t breaking, it was shifting, changing shape, being remade. A river didn’t change course without cataclysm, but it did change course. So did she. The slow, straight path of her life was molded afresh.

Sweat fell from the Piamupits’s brow, splashing on her stomach and breasts as her womanhood clenched, roiled, surged like a storm all about his member. Something had to give, and however much her sex fought, it wouldn’t be the victor. The Piamupits’s passion for her was invincible, all-consuming. It claimed her—made her permanently someone else’s and not just her own.

“WAWWHHHHH!” she cried, the veins standing out in her neck while she rasped and choked, gurgling on the emotion stuffing her throat. Naru felt both absence and presence inside herself and an inferno of pain pressing her towards unconsciousness but too hot to let her sleep unencumbered.