The Bet (19): Breaching the Untouched Depths
The most secret and shameful place on a person's body—a spot that had only ever expelled things, never once accepting them—resisted fiercely, as if determined to reject any foreign intruder. But it was just adorable defiance. My finger, slick with lotion, slipped in inevitably, like wheels skidding on ice.
With her face pressed down, she couldn't lift her body. Ariel, her vision restricted, felt the alien pressure at her rear and asked in a voice laced with anxiety, unable to believe it.
"Te... Terria...?"
Instead of answering, I scratched her head like one would a cat's. Then, pinning her shoulders and head with my arm, I wedged my leg between hers to keep her lower body from collapsing.
"What are you... ah, ngh!"
The thick lotion on my finger, now buried a knuckle deep, smeared in circles over the delicate, pale pink wrinkles. Tense from this utterly novel sensation, Ariel clenched her abdomen, making the hole twitch and grip my finger rhythmically—tightening, then releasing. Each time, those glossy pink folds puckered and relaxed in a sight that was utterly obscene... and beautiful.
Ah. I want to shove my cock in already.
I want to bury it to the hilt in this bitch in heat's ass and share the pleasure, watching her flail between ecstasy and humiliation, tears streaming down her face.
But first, I need to loosen her up enough to take her master's cock.
I kept pushing my finger deeper. Now two knuckles in, Ariel trembled violently, her arm shaking as she asked in pain,
"Ngh, ah, ha... Wh-what... why there, why?"
A question born of bewilderment and curiosity. After dosing her with aphrodisiac, teasing her body relentlessly until she was desperate, why wasn't I fucking her pussy? And why was I probing her ass with something strange? She still hadn't realized I was going to take her from behind. Or maybe she didn't even know anal sex existed.
She's purity incarnate.
How could corrupting this Ariel with pleasure not be beautiful?
"It's dirty... t-take it out... hyaak!?"
"Not dirty at all. It's so pretty."
I smiled widely, kneading the inner walls firmly before flicking lightly to signal her to relax. Her ass, thrust back like a bitch in heat, tried to sink, but I caught it firmly with my thigh.
"Ngh... mmph, p-pretty, what... hngk, ngh, hng..."
"You haven't eaten today, right? Skipped dinner last night because your stomach was upset?"
"Th-that's... true, but still... hak, haaak... t-take it, out...!"
Fine, out it comes. I withdrew my finger, slathered on more lotion, and pushed back in. She hadn't said not to.
Pressing gently against the inner wall toward her abdomen, Ariel thrashed her head wildly at the bizarre sensation. Using my thigh, I softly pressed her dripping pussy, then rubbed her stiff clit with the rough skin for added pleasure.
"Hng... ngh, mm... mmm, ha..."
As I coated her anus and walls with lotion, slowly sliding my finger in and out, Ariel's moans began to emerge from beyond the pain—subtle, strange pleasure. She clamped her mouth shut in disbelief, adorable as ever. Probably rationalizing it as the pussy stimulation and aphrodisiac. Fair enough; the drug made even light touches electric. Good thing I'd given it to her—her shame might have blocked the pleasure otherwise.
I toyed with my finger, observing her hips bucking. Like fitting a puzzle piece, I found the spots that drew sweet moans amid the pain. After prolonged, sticky caresses, the pink folds relaxed, the grip easing.
"Relax your ass. Tensing just hurts you more."
"Ah, ha...? A... haaak!?"
I slipped in a second finger, now condom-clad. The intrusion doubled despite just one more digit; she tried to rise, but I pinned her easily. Her hole clenched as if to snap my fingers.
"Hngph... mm, ngh... Ho-how long... are you gonna...?"
"Relax, and it'll be easier. I'll keep going till you're loose."
She must have caught on by now. Her tense voice confirmed it—the ominous hunch that this wasn't foreplay, but preparation for something huge to invade her. Why else lavish attention on this ambiguous spot, ignoring her ready pussy and hypersensitive clit?
Too embarrassed to ask outright, lest I deny it and make her seem vulgar for even thinking of anal.
"Take it out, please... hngh, mmph, ngh... hnnng. Just put it in now..."
Begging only for removal—pure, sadistic-bait perfection. Every gesture, voice, scent screamed for conquest, driving me mad. A whore begging for ass-fucking? Vulgar, emotionless. Just pistoning to cum—masturbation with warm, clenching flesh.
"Ahk, out, please... please take it out... hnght...!"
Her sweet moans begging only amplified the reverse effect. Aphrodisiac-heated, her body betrayed her; slick sounds yielded to louder moans from her red lips.
I craved to ram in, hear her wail in shame and bliss, thrash as I stirred her depths.
God, I'm glad I claimed this body. Ariel was too soft—wasted this apex predator form. Perfect for dominating females: sculpted face, toned muscles from minimal effort, optimized cock. Suits me perfectly.
Time to show gratitude.
She'd been teased enough; time to tell her.
"Ariel."
"Hng, nn... Putting it in now... right?"
I allowed her to turn, head lolling in confusion from the ass-stirring. Drool trailed unnoticed from unfocused blue eyes, flushed face pleading.
Pressing the embedded fingers deeper, I kindly informed her.
"Today, we're using this hole."
"Huh? What...!? N-no...! Why there... hngk!"
Not "doing," but "using." No time to process—she shrieked. Ignoring her, I added a third finger. For cock-entry, she needed to take three easily; I soothed the panicked clench.
"Mmph... nngh, no... why there... dirty... take it out, quick...!"
"Told you. Your fault. Your body's so filthy horny."
"That doesn't... haaht...! Hngph!"
Pressing her known weak spot, her waist shuddered, ecstatic voice spilling. She bit her lip, hand over mouth, but ragged breaths betrayed her—adorable.
"You're feeling it too. Your pussy's gushing."
"I-it's... ngh, the aphrodisiac... that's why..."
"You know it's super diluted. Wouldn't work if you weren't feeling it."
"Ah... aaah..."
Impossible to deny. Her pleasure from ass-play proved her innate lewdness.
I whispered it, pinning her writhing form. Aphrodisiac-sensitized and melted, even a child could subdue her.
"St-still no... no need for here..."
"Then tell me why not."
I paused; head down, she pleaded desperately—three fingers still buried, her hole pulsing contractions and relaxations. The clenches weakened; it was loosening nicely.
"Di-dirty. Feels bad... You want this?"
"Yeah. Not dirty at all."
"Ugh, why..."
Wait. She'd gasp wordlessly in pleasure soon, but verbally crushing her teary pleas was fun too.
"Yours too big... can't take it. It'll tear. Tear me...!"
"Won't tear. Once relaxed, it can take a fist. Been loosening you forever."
"Ngh, I hate it. Hate it. I said no."
I stroked her thrashing, childish head. Her mind must be pink-hazed, thoughts impossible. So cute. Even if mind follows body, Ariel adapted perfectly—better than anyone. No one would believe she massacred beastkin.
Nothing's impossible.
"Not a reason."
"Why, whhy... I, ngh, hate it, why... hnght, mmph, hngh, hnnng...!"
Hating it, yet subtly grinding for pleasure from the embedded fingers—infuriating. I pressed her soaked pussy with my thigh. Instinct, sure; untouched desperation, yes—but still.
Aphrodisiac-fogged, clueless. I'd wreck her senseless later, but a pre-orgasm now? Fine.
"Sex is on my terms, right?"
"Th-that's true buuut...! Hnght, ngh, ngh, hng! Hnnng...!"
I hiked my thigh, roughly grinding her clit. Mashing the hard nub wildly. Juices soaked my leg; nasal moans escaped, yet she sporadically protested—infuriating.
Powerless, her upper body slumped navel-deep on the table. Perfect breasts distorted against it, reddened from friction. Hands full—pity.
Head bowed, trembling, she gripped the edge, biting her fingers to stifle moans.
I growled low in her ear, beastlike, as she feigned non-bitch with vulgar whispers.
"Never forced you before, granted your requests—why not now? Can't do anything you say no to?"
"Haht! Mmph, that's di-different, nooo... hngh, ngh, hnght...! Hnnnght...!"
Her body screaming arousal, slurred "no"s held no sway. Delicious resistance. Her ass quickened clench-release, chewing fingers. I matched the squelch with rougher play.
"Hng, ngh... haaahp...! Haaaaahp...!!"
Legs tensed, ass lifted high. Veins bulged on gripping hands; waist convulsed.
Weak compared to prior pussy climaxes, yet mind-melting already? Should've weakened the aphrodisiac—but too late.
More than that, I was dying to thrust.
Yanking three fingers out with a pop, Ariel wailed "ahk." Her gaping, twitching hole oozed thinned lotion.
Slumped, panting, I stripped the finger condoms. My cock, leaking precum profusely, ached rigidly. Gripping the monstrous bat, I rubbed the tip against her anus. Lotion stretched stickily—blissful.
"Going in now."
"N-nooo... ngh, no, I hate it... hngk, uu..."
Signaling penetration, she tried rising; I pinned her head. Her heated, melted pink entrance met my throbbing, exposed glans.
She wiggled her ass futilely—only accentuating her slim waist and plump cheeks.
"No, hate it... ngh, pussy, pussy please... put it in my pussy..."
Shocking. Never imagined those vulgar words from her lips. Resigned, her voice lacked will. She knew: accepting into that still-gaping hole meant ecstasy tens of times fiercer.
Not dumb enough to ignore her ass's pleasure—another lewd zone on her slutty body.
Teasing shameful pleas was tempting, but save for later. Endless opportunities.
"Hng, uu... no, please, ngh, u... kyaaahngh!"
Gripping her hip, I slowly pushed in. Defying her protests, the loosened hole welcomed its master's cock effortlessly—yet clenched sincerely, like a bred bitch's instinct.
Shiver-inducing tightness, almost too much. Even loosened, pushing to the base was tough.
"Hngk, ngh, ha... kkhngh, hngh, hngp..."
"Ngh, fuck..."
"Kyak...! Hngk, ah, i-it hurts... head, hurts..."
I'd cursed unwittingly; she moaned in pain. My grip yanked her hair accidentally. Why leak from her pussy then? Her gut rebelled instinctively, tensing to expel—but only amplified the squeeze and peripheral nerves' bliss.
"Hik, ugh... uuk, haak, hak, haaak..."
Half-buried, I paused for adaptation. Relax, not hurting—mutual pleasure. Her moans shifted: pain laced with emerging ecstasy.
Maids once said glans-entry was hardest; the rest sucked in easily. Perverts' stares aside—they fucked guards plenty, hypocrites. Had to steal their erotic books.
Self-inflicted. Beastkin did anal often anyway.
"Better now?"
Fingering her disheveled hair, I asked, ready to resume.
"D-don't... knooow... hnnngk, u, uk... perv, real perv... hek, haa..."
"Feel good?"
"Ahk, not at all, feels bad..."
Flushed, on the edge—thrust now, she'd drown in orgasmic throes.
"Sounds like you're fine."
"No, not fine, not fiiiine—!!"
Exhaling, I slammed my hips up, burying to the root. Slick lotion enveloped the shaft warmly with her walls' grip. Insane coziness; my hands clenched her pelvis, hips twitching.
"Ahak, hak, hak..."
Ariel gasped raggedly, eyes rolling back. Mouth agape, drool trailing, head thrown back—trembling in ecstasy, cock-deep in her ass.
Perfection: the ultimate bitch expression, wallowing in afterglow. Mine alone.
Her innocently pure face—baby-smooth skin, youthful—ruined in anal bliss. Unimaginable to others. Only I see Ariel, once her tormentor now helplessly fucked like a toy by her slave. Only me.