When Elvira Met Bettie Chapter 31 (Patreon)

The only thing she could experience now was passion, as she circled her smoothly rounded ass in answer to Kron’s wildly pumping hips. Giving herself over fully to the eroticism that had invaded her. However unwilling she had once been—for every time she never would’ve even considered the idea, a year ago or a month ago or five minutes ago—now there was only her eagerly accepting cunt and the prick it seemed built for.

Kron knew and accepted how her desirous sheath clenched around him, taking all his stiffened maleness and kneading it with tightening muscles as if eager for more. He took it as a ruler would expect tribute—an unquestioned feeling of male dominance now pleasingly settling into a brain usually keened and sharpened for the wilderness.

As Bettie’s baser instincts took over, giving out the obedience one would expect of a tamed animal, Kron fell into the role of mate and alpha. He seized on Bettie’s complacent lust as though there were nothing unnatural about their coupling. And on Bettie’s end, there wasn’t. She couldn’t help accepting and relishing her situation, enjoying every drive up between her open buttocks.

Kron’s limited intellect could not truly remember having bred another female of his kind, though as chieftain, his mates were many. But instincts served the part. He could discern that this was the inevitable fate of the female. That he was playing a role that had been his own before and now was again. And now that he’d rediscovered this succulent facet of his existence, he would not give it up again…!

Bettie wished she had strength enough to lift her body so that she could see under herself… that she could turn her head enough to see that enormous, rapture-giving cock penetrating in and out of her sex. Somehow defying its tight convulsions to get inside and back out of her. She knew she was nothing more than a wanton bitch now, but at the same time, she’d never imagined she could feel such bliss.

It would add so much to her paradisiac feelings to actually see that enormous prick pumping into and out of the hot, shuddering cuntlips that had never known anything like what was now inside them. Even if she were watching someone else take it—someone like Elvira—she would get off on the orgiastic display. It’d be kinky, exotic, like riding someone instead of being splayed under them; taking it up the ass instead of where it was meant to go.

The barest idea of witnessing this lascivious, unnatural pairing with another in her place, knowing the salacious excitement Elvira felt (it would have to be Elvira, wouldn’t it?) … it made her body all passionate arousal. Without her shame or guilt to think about, her mind fluttered around further pleasure, dirtier thrills. And she grew all the more turned on.

Bettie moaned, moaned because there was no room in her for all the passion she felt. And she ground her softly yielding cunt back into Kron’s mercilessly battering cock, because she still wanted more. Even though she had so much that there was no room for her own aroused lubricant, for his leaking precum, which mixed, building in the cleft that separated the whiteness of her buttocks.

Tiny rivers of dampness ran down the supply working tendons of her thighs, flowed more and more copiously. Corresponding to the mounting pressure in her belly that she knew meant her ecstasy was only beginning. It was at the core of her, but it would not stay so deep inside Bettie for long!

In and out, rapture and denial, Bettie was pitched from one extreme to the other and back again as she knelt slavishly, being used for the pleasure of Kron. The wet staccato that flesh made when slapped against flesh hollowly rolled out from their coupling, covered the landscape in a second layer of darkness.

Kron’s satisfaction grew, knowing and savoring a measure of taboo in his defilement of Bettie’s helplessly naked body. This was not a thing meant for him, not a treasure he should be able to obtain, but it was his nonetheless. His powerful cock devoured Bettie, dining on her sweetness like she was some lush fruit. Using her to the extent that her chasteness was forever gone. And Kron knew great gratification in tasting this succulence far beyond his placement on the evolutionary ladder.

Even when he pulled out of her, he sensed her tender flesh relaxing from its painfully taut delight, preparing itself to greedily swallow his great length back inside her. Holding it fast in a well-pleasured clench of eagerly working folds. He saw her pale, supple body tense and ease with each thrust into her. She incessantly moaned with delicious joy that persisted even when he came out of her.

His organ grew, hardening even more in preparation to seed her. Another unsparing onslaught inside Bettie; Kron delighted in feeling her give way. No matter how many times it happened, it always brought his primitive mind a sense of satisfaction. This was elation beyond making a kill, beyond being well-fed, beyond any contentment he could recall.

Once more Bettie turned her head to look at him, now deriving a perverse satisfaction from seeing the source of her gruesome pleasure. Her mouth gaped open, but she choked on the scream before it could wholly emerge from her slender throat.

Instead, Bettie started to toss her head about, throwing her dark hair about like a flail whipping her bare shoulders. She had reached the beginning of her climax and Kron perceived that his taking of her was all but complete. Bestial herself now, she twisted her ass back against him, as instincts told him that any bitch in heat would do.

Kron’s long tongue emerged, hanging languidly from his gasping mouth and dripping scalding hot saliva onto Bettie’s naked back as the rut continued. Heavy lunges inside her flesh flattening her ample buttocks to the bone, compressing her tits into the wet, viscous ground she was being fucked against. Forcing a scream from her with thrust after phallic thrust, each of them eagerly accepted.

Again, Bettie rammed herself deliriously back onto the thrusting hardness offered her, not stopping until her ass slammed onto the bristling nest of hair at Kron’s groin.

Then the time for games was over. Bettie’s willingness no longer mattered; her yen for further pleasure was rejected. Kron held her down, crushing her entire body into the accepting muck as he impaled her for the last time. Bullets of hot, wet cum spurted into her cervix, her womb, taking up all the space her cunt no longer possessed.

Kron felt her smooth ass shudder, jerking against his hotly emptying balls. Bettie’s entire body uncontrollably hollowed and tensed as her zenith was reached inside her. He felt his finale combine with hers and seep out around his staking masculinity, forced out as her female channel greedily squeezed and drew on his still spurting erection.

The strength fled Bettie’s body then, all used up by her climax. As drained and as satiated as the man-beast that had come inside her, she sagged down to the ground, her legs still widespread. In the light of the next stab of lightning, her rounded buttocks glistened whitely with the dregs of emission that had landed on them as Kron pulled free of her.

Kron followed those dapples of white like signposts leading up all her outstretched nakedness. He saw her well-opened pink slit. The soaked hair that stood erstwhile guard on her well-used cunt. Bettie breathed heavily to replace all the air she had screamed out.

Exultantly, Kron rested a foot on her obscenely spread nakedness and raised his head to the waiting sky.

Lightning crackled overhead, but his howl beat its thunder to the punch. The crash of thunder might break the heavy silence, but this slit through it. The kind of sound that would drive men and women to uneasily toss in their beds… if anyone were sleeping…

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At last, he saw Bettie’s wild climax, her shaking body reddened and twitching under the brutal pounding of that lustful brute. It was like a cue to Gordon. Now the man-beast would be at its weakest, its least active.

It had been hard to think up with a plan while the spectacle of Bettie’s continued fucking had been before him, but he’d come to the decision that he would have to lure the creature away from Bettie to give himself a clear shot. There was no debating it—Kron had to die!

Gordon picked up a small stone and threw it off to the left of where Bettie lay, embedded into the ground underneath the man-beast like it was the canvas and she was an artist’s work. Kron jerked its head up, eyes spitting their fiery surveillance at where the rock had landed, then its whole body swiveled to where it had come from. Up on its feet, the man-beast looked to Gordon Vought.