Exterminatrix

by Brynne Weaver

“No, Layla. This is the first time I’ve ever touched a woman. And I want you to teach me what to do.”

There is nothing I want more than to bury my cock as deep as I can in this glorious woman’s beautiful cunt, to fill her with my cum until her belly is bulging with it, until every reptile in a twenty mile radius can smell that I’ve mated with her.

I’ve chosen my mate. Layla the Exterminator is my female. I would lay down my life for hers. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. She is my queen, my master, and I will worship her, unworthy of her care and attention but grateful for it all the same.

“Like I said, you won’t hurt me, and even if you do it’ll be the kind of pain I’m telling you that I want. Now give me that enormous cock and tell me how much you want to fuck me. Tell me every filthy thought in your head.”

“I want to fuck you until you’re screaming, until the only word you remember is my name.”

“I want to grow inside you until I’m lodged so deep in your tight pussy that you can’t even breathe without coming. I want you to fill you up until your belly swells with my cum at the same time as you’re sucking it down your throat.”

“You’re so fucking tight, but I know you can take it. You will take it. Just let me in.”

Gods of the realms. If this woman is the one to kill me, it will be the best death I could ever hope for.

“I’m taking you to Tingletown. What does it look like you obtuse, double-dicked motherfucker?”

“Are you…kidnapping me?” “Damn straight I am,” I say as I stomp to the driver’s side of the van. “And you’re going to play all Stockholm Syndrome and we’re going to have super hot, Shirley Temple-flavored kidnap sex games, so get in the fucking van.”