Branded as His

I felt his weight climbing up over my body as the sun Peaked in the sky. Filtering in through the trees to slash through his face. Nearly breaking it in half. As though it were some ghostly image.

He was strikingly handsome. Features intriguingly perfect. A square jaw, bright gold eyes, a straight nose and a full beckoning mouth which revealed perfect white teeth when he grinned. His body was hot and hard as he lowered atop me. Pushing my skirt up and pinning me into the leaves.

I pushed at his hands but mine just brushed through his. Unable to stop him.

"There's no use." He chuckled. "It's going to happen. But fighting does make it more fun, if you wish to continue? It feels good when they fight." He moaned at the thought.

I tried to toss his weight off. Struggling underneath him.

But he's too strong!

He weighed too much.

"Help! Help me!" I screamed desperately. Tossing my head and looking around for anyone.

The witches even. They may still be close. I hoped. Willing to take salvation from any quarter.

"They won't help you. They gave you to me so they could be free of me."

"What?" I was so confused.

He caught one of my wrists and slammed it to the ground in his brutal grip. "They surrendered." He explained. "My hunger was too much for them."

Sexual hunger he meant. That was clear. It was obvious what he intended to do to me.

He clucked in his cheek. "Not that obvious I hope." He feigned disappointment as he caught my other wrist and slammed it down too. Pinning them aside my head.

Is he reading my mind? Hearing all my thoughts. I looked at where he pinned my hands in the dirt.

I could only see his fists and up to his wrists. Then his head and torso where it rested atop me. Nothing else.

"I like when it's a surprise." He whispered near my ear. Then he slammed into me. Low and deep. And hard as a staff.

I screamed and writhed.

"Yes." He purred. "Oh, yes. Buck against me." And he was stroking inside me. I could see him now. His entire body visible as he thrust into me. Shining dark skin reflecting the morning light.

Is it the sun that makes him visible? I wondered in my desperate attempt to avoid what was happening to my body.

"No." He drug that long flicking tongue up my neck. Still pulsing inside me. In and out. In and out.

"It's because I'm inside of you. Touching you. It's the only time you can see me." He confided. Arching back to pound harder and faster into me. "Oh you feel good...I'm so glad it was you they marked. So glad you're mine now..."

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I tried to fight him off. But everything I tried just passed through him. Yet I could feel him.

He was as real and hard-bodied as an iron cast.

So hard inside me it felt like a bit of wood planting into me. I could feel the swollen shape of him stretching me. Stroking inch by inch as he drug in and out of me. Extending to press my furthest opening.

"Oh, your body sucks me in. Like it doesn't want to let go." He moaned. "I'm going to live in your body." He vowed. Pumping so hard I shouted in objection, trying to squirm again.

"Yes, fight." He purred. "So good..."

I pleaded for someone, anyone to help me.

"Careful...If someone could happen upon us they may want a turn." He cautioned. "Remember they can't see me. They'd only see you open and ready..."

I shook my head against his words. Envisioning what I'd look like with my skirts around my waist, my legs spread apart and bent at the knees with my opening moving as something invisible entered and withdrew from me.

"Shush." He whispered laughingly. Letting go of one of my wrists to force the neckline of my dress down enough he could palm my breast while he worked into me. Massaging the soft globe. He dropped his lips to the side of my neck.

Making me shiver in excitement despite myself. I hated that I couldn't stop him. Could do nothing.

"Yes...You're quite helpless. And it feels so nice." He purred. "Doesn't it? Admit it..."

"I hate you." I hissed.

"That's fine." He leaned up to stare down at me. Forearms and biceps were visible now. Wound with lean muscle. Wide shoulders thick as they flexed. His gold eyes were piercing as he massaged the inside of my body with his large, heavy member.

He slowly tilted his head as if seeing through me. "You'll hate me more tomorrow. Then even more the next day. Than one day, you'll surrender. You'll learn to love me. Love me inside you..."

"I won't." I wailed. Praying I wouldn't. "You're a demon."

"Yes." He nodded cheerfully. "I was a cursed man. Lascivious by nature so the devil played on my nature. Making my lust for women, my sexual hunger, insatiable. But now I have you to assuage my appetites."

"No." I shook my head vehemently.

He shouted in pleasure.

"No. Please no. Don't do it inside." I begged.

What if I were to bear the offspring of this beast.

"You're mine." He frowned. Tilting his head. "Why wouldn't I spill seed in my little plaything?"

Then he did. Burrowing deep and arching his back to touch as deep inside me, as his large cock could reach. Spilling hot seed into the cradle of my body.

"Mine." He smiled in satisfaction. Gold eyes hooded as his body eased. He let up his grip and I pulled my arms into cover my breast and put a barrier between he and I.

"Are you finished?" I asked defiantly. Covering my face with my free hand to hide my shame.

He peeled my hand aside to touch my nose with his. Blinking large gold eyes at me. "Not nearly."

And he began stroking inside me all over again.