Exton

Each thrust makes Pandora moan. Every moan makes him grip her hips harder, makes him pound up into her until she is nearly screaming. It doesn't matter if it is from pleasure, or pain. Pale blue irises darken, going nearly black, betraying the Deamon that still has more control of Ob, then he of it. He feels himself thickening, growing in width. Pandora writhes, whimpering, and Ob rises to his feet. His voice is little more than a growl as he murmurs in her ear.

"Does it hurt?"

She nods, whimpering. He rolls his hips, grinding into her as he shoves her against a wall.

"Good."

Obsidian pounds into his wife. She gives him what he needs, small noises of pain that seem to help keep Ob with her and not turning his need for dominance into a need to abuse. Her hands grip his shoulders, legs wrapped around pistoning hips. An orgasm takes her unaware, making her scream. Ob grins and tells her he isn't done.

"I am going to fuck you from behind, Mujer. Hard and deep." He tilts her chin up. "Open your eyes. Look at me."

Her eyes open slowly, fastening on his much more reptilian features, the long coils of hair, small tight scaling, and deep blue eyes. She swallows hard. Pandora brushes her fingers over his shoulder, yelping as she cuts a finger on the edge of a scale. Ob brings her finger to his lips and licks the blood away. She shivers, unsure if from desire, or a touch of fear.

He begins to pull out of her. Pandora bites her lips against the tight stretch of her channel. He growls in delight as she trembles under his hands. Her knees buckle when he is completely out and Ob picks her up, making her kneel on the floor. Pandora finally gets a good look at his cock. She gasps at the width, whimpering a bit. Ob strokes a hand down her back, then pushes between her shoulder blades.

"Ass up, spread those thighs."

Ob moves behind her, drawing a finger along thighs speckled with blood. The soft flesh is abraded from the fine scaling of his body. Part of him is upset at the sight. Another part is more than a little thrilled. He leans over her back, a hand gripped tight in her long mane of black waves. Ob rocks his hips, stroking his heavy erection between her thighs, the head brushing over her clit. She shivers, moaning softly.

"Don't make me possess you Bruha..."

She feels something pressing at her rectum. She tenses, fear licking against Ob's mind. Confusion also as she feels his cock rub her clit again, then press against her slit.

"Don't worry, mi amor. I am going to fuck you hard.... but it won't just be your tight cunt that gets reamed. I'm taking your ass too."

Pandora shudders. Ob's hands grip her ass, pulling her cheeks wide. She cries out as something firm shoves past her tight ring. Ob waits, letting her relax then begins to wiggle it deeper.

He hears the small sounds of  desire mixed with discomfort in her words. "Ob, what... what are you... doing?"

"Just wait, Bruha."

She shudders as something twists, pressing deeper, then pulling out slightly, only to thrust back again. She moans, rocking to the rhythm he sets. Ob growls, and on the next rock back, he thrusts his engorged cock deep, banging into her womb. Hand between her shoulders, Ob keeps her bent forward.

"Do you like it? Better than a toy... My tail is muy flexible.... You are sooo fucking hot, Bruha. I can feel your cunt sucking at my cock, trying to pull my seed right out of me..."

Pandora tries to buck back and Ob laughs. He leans over her, drinking in the feelings of passion, pain, fear, desire. His balls tighten, pulling up.

"OOOOH Fuck yeah..." His words are a growl and Ob licks her shoulder. He growls in her ear. "MY Bitch, My fucking whore. Such a hot piece of flesh..." One hand snakes under her, calloused palm scraping over tender breast, rasping against a distended nipple. He kneads her breast and thrusts harder as he feels wetness against his palm. Her milk has started to come. He purrs in her ear.

"Oh that is so... yess... fuck me back, Bruha. You know you want this."

He slides the wet hand lower and drags his fingertips over her sensitive nub. Pandora bucks wildly, impaling herself on his cock and tail. She screams, coming hard around him. Her gushing wetness spikes right through his limited control and Ob rams deep, shoving her flat on the floor. He cums, pump after pump filling her cunt until he pulls out and presses his cock head against her now vacated ass. He holds still, fighting for control and just keeping himself from filling her ass with something much bigger than his tail. Pandora pants, lying still beneath him.

Shifting slightly, Ob lets his cock slide upwards, pressing a throbbing shaft against the crease of her ass, rubbing as the last of his seed paints her lower back.

He licks lightly at her shoulder, listening to her breathing. Leaning his forehead against her shoulder he whispers softly. "I am sorry mi amor.I did not mean to be sooo. I had less control than I thought."

Pandora finally makes a move to turn. Ob helps her, gently easing her onto her back. His eyes are back to his normal pale blue, hair the tangled mass of jewelled strands. Dark flesh, not scales, cover his naked form.  Her clothing lies around them, the only thing not tattered is the skirt still around her waist.

She touches his cheek, wiping away sweat and the tears that drip slowly. Ob kisses her palm, praying he hasn't made her fear him.