The Rebirth of Humanity

Chapter : Mine Completely

After Fafnir emptied the last of his seed deep inside Griselda, he withdrew from her body with heavy slowness. He rose onto his knees on the bed and looked down at her with eyes that still burned with unquenched embers. He ran his tongue across his lower lip, then spoke in a rough, commanding voice that brooked no refusal:

“Turn around now… and give me your ass.”

Griselda lifted her head and glanced at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with both exhaustion and pleasure. She smiled a tired yet obedient smile and whispered:

“As you wish… you who claimed me with the wager.”

She straightened with a swift, eager motion, turned her back to him, and sank onto her hands and knees in complete submission. She raised her hips high and arched her spine until her full, round, brown buttocks presented themselves to him like an offering. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat under the light of the fire sphere, and the swollen, reddened lips of her sex appeared between her thighs like an open, wet flower.

Fafnir placed his large hands on her buttocks and squeezed the soft flesh with clear hunger. He slowly spread them apart and studied what was revealed for a long moment. He murmured in a low voice, almost to himself:

“Beautiful… even here.”

His gaze fixed on the small, tight pink ring, slightly wrinkled. He brought his face close until Griselda felt his hot breath striking directly against that sensitive opening. Her body shivered, and she whispered in a trembling voice:

“Fafnir… what are you doing?”

He did not answer with words. He answered with his tongue. The hot, wet muscle touched the ring and began tracing slow circles around it. He pressed firmly, trying to push inside, but the tightness resisted. Griselda moaned and pushed her hips back instinctively, then said in a broken voice:

“It’s… so sensitive there…”

Fafnir lifted his head slightly, coated his index finger generously with saliva, then returned it to the opening and pushed with gentle insistence. The finger entered with great difficulty at first. Griselda cried out softly:

“Ah… slow… please…”

Little by little the muscles adjusted to the new presence. He began withdrawing his finger and thrusting it back in with a steady rhythm. After a while he added a second finger, and she moaned louder:

“Two…? Fafnir…”

Then a third. This time she cried out more clearly, her body trembling:

“Three… I can’t take it…!”

He suddenly withdrew his fingers and returned his tongue to the depths, licking the inner walls and the swollen rim with silent greed. Griselda completely lost control. Her body shuddered without pause as she climaxed again and again, until her nectar soaked the silk mattress beneath her. She tried to stop him, her voice broken and mixed with panting:

“Fafnir… enough… please… it’s dirty there… stop…”

Fafnir answered in a rough voice while continuing to lick, his words vibrating against her flesh:

“Dirty? No. You know better. We strong farmers… we used to stop eating and drinking for centuries just to survive. The body forgets how to defecate. This hole has been clean for five thousand years… and barely touched.”

Griselda finally surrendered. Her moans shifted from protest to pure, raw pleasure, and she began pushing her hips back in search of more. She whispered between gasps:

“Then… don’t stop…”

But he stopped suddenly. He straightened his body, moved closer on his knees, and aligned the thick, glistening head of his cock with the tight opening he had just prepared. He pressed the swollen head against it. A violent shiver of fear and pleasure raced through her. She said in a loud, panicked voice while trying to look at him over her shoulder:

“Fafnir… what are you doing now? Your cock… it will never fit there…!”

He ignored her protest at first and continued pressing steadily. She repeated, her voice trembling more:

“Stop… please… take me from the front… my pussy is ready for you… don’t do this…”

Fafnir whispered near her ear, his voice rough and dominant, while the head began to enter with difficulty:

“You have been mine since the moment of the wager, Griselda. Every inch of you belongs to me. I will explore every hole… and fill it.”

Then he drove his hips forward in one decisive, merciless thrust. His thick cock forced its way into her ass in a single stroke, stretching her brutally. Griselda screamed in a broken, high voice that mixed sharp pain with intense pleasure:

“Kyaaah…! Fafnir… it’s too big…!”

He paused for a moment, buried halfway inside her, breathing hard, then whispered again:

“Breathe… get used to me.”

He began moving his hips with heavy slowness, sliding in and out of her tight, burning rear, stretching her further with every deeper thrust. Griselda moaned with each movement, her voice breaking:

“Ah… slow… no… a little faster… I don’t know…”

He gradually increased his speed. The sound of flesh striking flesh mingled with her moans and his ragged breathing. Between thrusts he said in a hoarse voice:

“Every hole in your body… will know me tonight.”

And he continued driving into her with increasing depth while she clutched the sheets tightly, her body swaying between pain and the pleasure that was slowly beginning to overwhelm her.

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