The Inner Beast

Images of lust ruled the Hessian’s mind. He could feel himself having the girl from behind, up against the wall, her body shaking violently as he rammed a decade’s worth of desire into her again and again, hard, solidly, unremittingly, showing her how strong he was. There was no use in rebuking himself for his thoughts, he wanted to bed this girl, and he would.

She had just secured the two ends of the last bandage, feeling heady, like she was in a dream, when she felt his large hands on her shoulders, caressing her softly, but firmly. Her teeth silently chattered as she looked up into his arctic blue eyes and what she saw in them made her tremble even more.

“I won’t hurt you, if that’s what frightens you.” The words came softly through the pointed teeth, and his eyes were almost gentle, but lit with hunger.

Cloella swallowed hard, a lump had formed in her throat and she felt close to tears, though she was neither sad nor afraid. “You will, but not because you wish to. I’ve never—“ but his lips claimed hers as his finger turned her face upwards to his.
There was nothing she could have told him that he didn’t already know. He’d spent enough time in both brothels and royal courts to know a virgin from a whore by the glint in their eyes. This girl was pure, at least, for the next few moments she was. God! It would have been breathtaking enough just to once again know a woman, but to know the sweet grip of a virgin’s body would be overpoweringly luscious!

Her arms locked around his neck like they had before and her lips parted as he kissed her, looking forward to having the taste of him in her mouth again. His nipples were hard, like they were earlier beneath her playing fingers, and she slid her hands down from his neck, pressing her palms over each of the stiff pink peaks. It felt so good to touch him; she could lose herself in touching him. She wanted him, and liked how it felt to want him. But should she? What would he think of her if she showed anything other than ordinary tolerance of his actions?

He slowly broke their kiss, drawing back from her a bit to loop his long fingers through the laces that kept her corset tied shut. Her complete and utter stillness made him expect her to scream or scamper away to safety at any moment, or at the very least, clamor to blow out the candles. She had to know what his intentions were; she’d seemed to, and from the way she’d just given of herself in their recent kiss, he had expected more reaction from her as he began to undress her. Yet, she stood as still a deer before the unseen huntsman’s drawn arrow. Was she petrified? Her breath puffed in and out of her body as if she’d been running for her life, her eyes were closed; should he stop?
She felt his hands leave her half unlaced corset and then one of them came to rest gently against her cheek, his little finger soothingly stroking the skin behind her ear. Cloella opened her eyes to see him looking down at her, and she wondered why he’d stopped so suddenly from removing her clothes.

“Tell me that you want this,” he whispered, for it was easier to whisper than to try to soften his voice from the growl that it was.

No, she could never say that to him, could she? “You’re bigger, and stronger. I could never stop you from just taking it,” she said with her heart pounding nervously.

“Very true, but I will not,” he told her, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I am mercenary, a hunter and killer of men, for money. But I am not a rapist. You must tell me you want this.”

“But you will think me—“

“Nein,” he shook his head, this was the only complaint he’d ever had where bedding virgins was concerned; they always tried so earnestly not to enjoy, or in some cases, to not even acknowledge the sexual act, and all because of some lie their mother’s had told them about how men would perceive them. The truth was he’d admire her more if she let him know how she desired him, or that she did so at all. “I will not fault you for any apprehensions, but I will be greatly disappointed with passivity. I intend to give back what gratification I take from you, but you must believe that I will not think you foul for accepting it.” He slowly leaned his body into hers again, kissing her lightly on the neck, nuzzling her skin and flicking his tongue along her throat. “Tell me you want the Hessian as your lover.”

Cloella nearly collapsed in his arms, she wanted to kiss him again and have his tongue slip passed her lips, and to rub her hands over every inch of him until all her curiosities about the opposite sex were satisfied. She turned her face into the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking his skin as he was doing to hers. He wanted her to share this with him, not just be a victim to it, and what was wrong in consenting to that demand? “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I want you, Hessian.”

He couldn’t help the amazed smile that spread across his lips as he kissed his way down her neck. That speech had never before seen him victorious in convincing other maidens he’d deflowered to take some enjoyment in the action. Perhaps this girl would be something extraordinary; she would be lively, he would find out. And then, as if she could read his thoughts, she took his hands in hers and placed them back at her corset, helping him to unlace it the rest of the way, and let it drop to the floor, and they stood up together, mouths fused, sucking hungrily at one another’s tongues.

The only thing that stood between him and her body now was her gauzy shift, but instead of the trembling and modesty she once felt, Cloella eased the garment down off her shoulders herself until it caught around his hands which gripped her around her tiny waist. The Hessian exhaled sharply at the sight of her perfect, naked mounds, seeming as if he was almost startled. He didn’t touch her at first, but instead progressed the shift down over her hips bit by bit, dropping to his knees as he did so until he knelt at her feet, looking up at her completely nude form, practicing some kind worship that Cloella didn’t understand.

His hands cautiously smoothed up her legs as if he were afraid to touch her too eagerly. She was beautiful, more beautiful than he had imagined she would be; striking really. Her body was slim and elegant, but her breasts were large and perfectly shaped, her nipples were as pink as rosebuds, jutting out against the cold air. The curves of her upper body flawlessly mimicked the curves of her hips, and in their center was a patch of burgundy curls that made his mouth water, and excited organ jolt against his muscular thigh. “You must forgive how I waver, it has been so many years…and now beauty such as this…” but his breathless whisper trailed off into the kiss he planted above her knee and dragged up to her thigh. His large hands caressed her legs, pulling her against him until her knees buckled against his chest, and he supported her against him with his arms, kissing his way up and down her thighs. God, how he wanted to just tear into her in that instant, the scent of her was maddening. But for now, he overlooked the sacred place between her legs, he had promised he wouldn’t hurt her, although he knew what he promised was a lie. There was duel purpose in his convincing her to desire him and show it. His past experience had proven his size to be even more than a seasoned whore could easily handle, and as for the maidens he’d seduced, some of them could not accept him at all. This girl’s body must be relaxed and slick if she were to take him in without being ripped open and shrieking in agony as so many others had. Even now his member grew longer, stiffer, thicker and throbbed against his leg. He crushed her body against it and moaned at the contact.

Cloella smiled, she now understood the reason he looked at her the way he had, and also realizing why she had, during their first kiss, felt so strongly that he needed her. He thought she was beautiful, and she couldn’t deny she seemed to have an effect on him. It made her want to give him the best of herself, though she wasn’t completely sure what that entailed. She knew she wanted to be the most sensitive to his needs, generous and passionate lover the Hessian had ever known in his lifetime. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands smooth over her hips to her taut buttocks, cupping them as he began to kiss her abdomen, licking her skin and dragging his sharp teeth gently across her stomach. Her body shivered and she lost her breath, having to catch her balance by leaning her hand on his broad shoulder. Yes, she would be anything he wanted or needed her to be.

He moved up her body and cupped her breasts with his hands, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples and then his tongue snaked around and around her areola, finally sucking the tip of her nipple between his lips and worrying it with his tongue, mindful of his terrible teeth. Something she’d never experienced before coursed through her body; a lightening bolt of heat that made her jerk uncontrollably and she sighed sharply. She felt the soft inner walls of her vagina seem to stretch, lengthen, and she felt dampness between her legs that made her rub her body against his in frantic desperation for his touch, but nothing seemed to satisfy this new ache. She was overwhelmed with how the feeling of his body against hers didn’t seem to penetrate to this great need, and each time he sucked her nipples it grew stronger and stronger until she twisted in his embrace with frustration, crying out “Now! Deeper in!” But she hadn’t thought about the words, or if they would even make any sense; for they did not originate from any logical portion of her brain. Likewise, she hadn’t notice that her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

The Hessian was electrified with her lust for him; this was more than he had hoped for. She could scratch and bite him all she wanted; it only served to make his blood boil and his animal urges serve them both better. But for now, there was still much caution to be taken, though he was nearly certain that she was ready to attempt his massive size. He drew his head up from her breasts, releasing from his mouth the nipples he’d found to be so very sensitive, only to have her wrap her arms around him and kiss him, hard, passing her tongue over his several times and moaning wantonly into his mouth. He pushed against her gently, making her step backwards until her calves were against the upholstery of the Wing Back chair that sat behind her. He had planned to lift her into his arms and set her down into the piece of furniture before she’d so boldly kissed him, but he wasn’t complaining, and let her explore the taste of his mouth.

Feeling that he’d backed her up against the chair, Cloella pulled away from their kiss and looked up at him questioningly, but he only looked back down at her with level blue eyes and pushed her gingerly into the chair, kneeling on the floor in front of her. What was he doing? She’d expected to be tossed onto the bed by now, what was he doing on the floor while she sat in a chair? But before she could ponder it any further, he had taken her foot in his hand, caressing her toes as he lifted it and her leg over the arm of the chair he’d sat her in. The cold air crept into the bend of her thigh, she shivered, still curious, until he draped her other leg over the arm of the chair too. Every pink crease displayed itself in front of him, and she rejected the urge to not let herself be so revealed, for the Hessian was again transfixed.

“Relax,” he commanded in a throaty whisper. “Let yourself enjoy this.” One of the greatest treasures in all the world lay exposed before him, he thought. Women held such luxurious folds of beauty between their legs, and this girl was rare gem among them all. He stared down into her fluffed pink skin, wondering how he’d actually gone a decade without such enchantment. And she was enchanting, her labia and vulva glistened like the sheen of velvet, and looked just as soft. God, he couldn’t wait to plunge into her and feel his entire length and width nestling within that mound of silky liquid heat. She was created with full folds, like the blooms of roses, and the aroma from her petals was heavenly. He bent forward, breathing her in, savoring it, lowering his mouth into her tenderness, for a moment forgetting his dangerous teeth, and then cursing the impulse that made him reshape them. Carefully, he curled his lips over the menacing points in his mouth and pressed his lips against her outer labia, proceeding to kiss her the same way he would have her mouth, pushing his tongue gently into her, then parting his lips to deepen his osculation.

Cloella cried out at the touch of his lips and tongue, sitting up against him and then dropping heavily back against the chair. Her first impulse was to make him stop, she couldn’t let him do this, the feelings his ministrations brought her soon changed her mind. She’d never envisioned anything like what he was doing to her, but she never wanted him to stop. Her body wriggled and shook; his tongue seemed to be searching for something within her. She couldn’t get a deep breath but only sucked in several rapid shallow attempts for air.

It was difficult to locate the little bulb of nerves he knew would bring her ultimate pleasure while she wriggled and writhed, but he dare not put a hand on her to hold her still. He let her move, grind and push herself against him, lost in her taste, intoxicated, devouring her like he had no other woman in his life. Each stroke of his tongue made her whine and wince in pleasure, and her delicate, delicious flesh between his lips made his erection painfully complete. He reached down to the buttons on either side of his pants, undoing them in a rush, for he could no longer keep his organ contained behind their fabric. Her fingernails dug into his neck and back, and she lifted her legs over his shoulders, surrounding him with her sex and continuing to grind her hips helplessly. Suddenly he found what he’d been searching for, and slapped his tongue against the hood her little bud hid itself in.

Cloella screamed, and her legs went rigid around him, her heels digging into his back, her head was spinning. But before she was recovered, his lips closed around that same amazing place, sucking it gently at first, but as her hips bucked and her body twisted, he sucked it deeper into his mouth with more force. “Yessssssssssssss!” she howled, spreading her legs wider around him, wanting to him to dive deeper into her.

The Hessian felt a pearl of his hot semen drip out from the cleft and run down to his wide frenulum. The girl’s excitement was bringing him close, but he couldn’t allow himself a release so soon. His hand moved down to firmly squeeze the bulbous head of his excruciatingly hard penis, dulling the sensations that ran up and down his thick shaft for at least awhile, but he wouldn’t last much longer, ten years had been a very long and lonely time. He would need her soon, but wanted to be sure she was lubricated enough first. He placed his hand between her shaking legs, sucking her clitoris steadily as he did so, not wanting to end her pleasure, and then put his index finger to her vagina, and pushed slowly in.

She felt the push and slight scrape of his finger as it entered her. Her body tightened up around it at first, but gradually loosened as the Hessian kept his mouth active, and he thrust his digit deeper. “Don’t stop!” Cloella moaned as her world opened for him. She was feeling intense tingles from her toes to her head, and she felt so cold, but so hot all at once. She felt like she was ballooning up beneath the Hessian’s mouth, and there was immense pressure and tension in her abdomen and pelvis. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but it felt to good to not be a slave to it and to him. She reached up and grasped the wing back edges of the chair, feeling like she needed to hold onto something beneath the relentless assault of the Hessian’s lips, tongue, and now finger that was inserted to his second knuckle, rubbing the upper most of the walls that surrounded it. She didn’t know whether she was about to scream or break into tears, her body seemed to want to explode, and then it did.

The Hessian held her clitoris between his lips as her body convulsed, embracing his long finger, which had slid into her easily enough. She was ready for him; at least, she was ready enough to try him. He removed the rest of his trousers completely as he felt her body relax and settle back into the chair. He looked up at her face to see her looking so peacefully angelic, and he smiled at the irony. He stood up, gathering her into his arms as she came out of her sated trance, and he carried her over to the bed. He laid her down and kissed her, expecting that she would reject her own taste and moistness that covered his mouth, but she didn’t. Again her tongue was in his mouth, dancing with his, and her arms wrapped around him, pulling him onto her.

His unyielding erection stabbed at her belly and she liked the way he bellowed as it was crushed between the two of them. She’d never seen a man before, but had only a vague idea of what a man looked like. The Hessian lay almost on top of her, she still couldn’t see. “Let me touch you,” she asked in a pleading whisper, “I want to feel you in my hands.”

His tortured body begged to be thrust within her and burst her tightness, but he kissed her and took her hand in his, sitting back from her so that she could wrap her small hands around his thick long shaft. He’d never been with a woman who had asked to touch him, and the fact that she had pleased him. She should know his size and shape before he endeavored to mount her, he only hoped it wouldn’t suddenly cause her to be fearful; she’d been so remarkable to him thus far.

“Use care,” he told her as he brought her fingers to the weapon he wielded. “My restraint slips with each passing second.”

Cloella had expected to feel something hard and bumpy in her hand as the Hessian placed her fingers around his shaft, but instead she found his skin to be smooth, like doeskin, if it covered an iron bar. Her heart leaped, she wanted to learn his body, discover what really gave him pleasure, and watch him spill his seed. She could feel the protrusion of two pulsating veins on either side of his long pole, but she couldn’t quite get her fingers around his girth. He felt heavy in her hands, strong, formidable. Where all men made like this? He groaned and his big brawny body shuddered as she ran her fingers lightly down to the sticky head, her fingertips tracing the ridge of his corona, dragging down to his wide frenulum where she somehow knew he wanted her to put a bit more pressure. The round tip of his organ swelled out of his foreskin and his glans took up all the room she had in her closed hand. It was about the size of a plum, smooth and firm, and she adored how it felt within her grasp.

“What hands you have!” The Hessian moaned and growled at the same time. He’d been with prostitutes with fingers less deft than hers. It would be so easy to just let her fingers bring him to his point; he was so close, it had been so long.

She could feel him spasm in her clutch, and she looked up at her Hessian, seeing his broad chest heaving and a light coat of sweat clinging to his muscular limps. His eyes were closed and his teeth bared in rapture. Her Hessian, she smiled; he was magnificent. Every part of him. She wanted to worship him the same way he had her earlier. She knew and loved the taste of his mouth and skin, but now desired the big, bulky, weighty member she held in her hand. All of her instincts screamed for her to take him in her mouth.

The Hessian watched as she slithered from beneath him, getting to her knees. Had what she felt startled her? “I am governed by your word, should I cause you any pain, alert me to halt and I shall.” He reassured, stroking her cheek tenderly.

Cloella smiled coyly, for she knew there would be no way around the issue of pain, he was very large, but she wasn’t scared. “I would never ask that you stop touching me.” She said, and before he could respond, she’d lowered her head, opened her mouth, and claimed his swollen tip.

The feeling was almost too much for the Hessian to bear. He roared and fell onto his back. He wouldn’t have dared to introduce her to such a thing, not tonight that was, but this girl continued to amaze him. Though he knew not to expect much from her in the way of talents, he was already more than pleased with her eagerness.

There was scarcely room left within Cloella’s mouth; her tongue was trapped beneath his broad frenulum. She wiggled her tongue, just trying to free it when she noticed it made him moan and groan, and his hand was soon placed on the back of her head. She would have smiled if her mouth could have bore it, for she’d found something that gave him immense pleasure. She dropped her jaw so that she may take in more of his salty tasting skin, sliding her head up a touch in order to push back down and let more of him cram into her mouth. The Hessian growled and groaned some more, mumbling some heated thing in his mother language, his long fingers entangling in her long red hair. Is that what he wanted from her? She should keep moving her head up and down and wiggle her tongue? Her answer came as he began to shove himself into her mouth, gently, slowly, but urgently. Yes, this was what pleased him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his staff to keep it still as she worked her mouth up and down his length. Her ring finger and little finger found themselves against his two large heavy testicles, and she turned her hand to a palm down angle so that she was able to both support his long rod and caress and explore what hung tightly below it. She was able to take nearly half of him into her mouth now, and her pace was a bit faster, even her tongue grew more apt to his shape and size, wiggling all around his throbbing glans and flicking itself gently into its cleft. He pumped himself into her mouth a bit faster now, harder, but still held back his true power and strength.

The Hessian knew he must stop her, though she was a sheer delight. Most women he’d known were opposed to this activity, and even if they submitted to constant requests, never enjoyed performing the task with as much enthusiasm and devotion as this girl did. Still, it had been too long since his last release to let himself go in her mouth; he’d drown her. She had no way of knowing that his testicles swelled with a copious amount of fluid his body had built up and would spew forth upon his climax. He’d briefly mentioned it had been years since he’d been with a woman the way he was now, but she had no understanding of what a hiatus such as that created in a man’s body. Oh, but her work was glorious! He was too breathless to ask her to stop, so he just lifted her head by the chin until he slid completely out of her warm supple mouth.

“What will you have me do? Instruct me!” Cloella begged, afraid she’d done something that had not been to his satisfaction.

He smiled breathlessly through his pointed teeth, shaking his head. “You are more than this devil could have ever hoped to encounter,” he said to her. “But I cannot waste myself in that fashion.”

Cloella glanced down at his erection; it looked red and angry, like it must be begging for her body. She understood, laying down on her back with the Hessian kneeling between her legs immediately. She felt a sudden tinge of nervousness; he was so big; what if she couldn’t accommodate him? How badly would it hurt?

The Hessian pushed her thighs apart, taking his organ in his hand and guiding it against her tight and tiny hole. He paused, looking down at her, ready to calm any of her fears.

“Breathe deep,” he told her and watched as her breasts slowly rose. “Now release it, as slowly as you are able.”

She did as he asked; letting the breath she’d drawn seep out between her lips, feeling him pressing his hardness into her as she did. The head of his immense cock popped inside her, taking her hymen, she jolted, surprised to feel the sharp tear. She was no longer a virgin.

“Relax,” he whispered, stopping his movement and stroking her face. He was relieved that he’d been able to get into her at all. She was tight and soft and he wanted more. “Tell me when you are ready.”

Cloella drew in another deep breath, looked up at him and nodded her head, beginning to let the air escape out of her lungs again. Again he pushed inwards, her body took more, stretching, tearing, lengthening, widening, customizing itself to his conquering scepter. He didn’t stop this time, but augured another two inches inside her. She never thought she’d feel her body extended around something so large, and while she didn’t feel wholly comfortable, she wasn’t in agony either. Instead, it felt so satisfying to be holding him within her, feeling him throb.

He’d sunk a little over half his length into her and her body could take no more. Still, the Hessian was overtaken with the feeling of being inside a woman once again. The sensation was so divine; her heat, slipperiness and silky squeeze were enough to make him grumble a few more passionate words in German. He had waited, letting her body get accustomed to how he felt inside her, for she was too tight to thrust into. Gradually he felt her relax, loosening a bit around him. He couldn’t possibly keep still any longer.

“Have I hurt you?” He whispered, trying to keep control of himself for just a while longer, but his brain swam with the surges that rose up his body from his enveloped penis, clouding his rational thought and depleting most of his other senses.

“No.” Cloella whispered back, sensing that he’d held on for as long as he could make himself keep his composure. That was fine, she wanted him to move now.

“Move with me,” he said, rocking his hips slowly in a side-to-side motion. “I will try to go slowly…” he drew back a bit then thrust into her, the feeling striking him, making him grit his sharp teeth and growl again. “…but there is no other pleasure that will be more maddening than fucking you!” His last words came with a passionate vehemence as he pulled out of her again, and drove into her deeper, her tightness and his great need and desire unleashing the beast that lurked inside him.

There was little Cloella could do, but try to move with him as he became stronger and deeper with his thrusts. She moved with him as much as she could, luckily he set a rhythm that she was able to mimic. She felt herself tear and accept more of him with every thrust, her frazzled nerve endings danced with pain, but as he continued to move in and out of her, shaking the bed until the headboard slammed the wall, she felt the discomfort less and less. He was truly taking her, relishing in the feeling of doing so and making her love how big he felt inside of her. She could feel every pull, every push, every friction of his thrusts. She wanted more from him, wrapping her legs around him, willing him deeper. His head dropped to her neck, kissing, sucking, biting with his sharp teeth, but she didn’t stop him. She wanted all of him within her.

She was as breathless as the Hessian as she raised her legs around him, for she could feel him slide deeper into her when her legs were raised. She watched him as he filled her with his hard flesh, “fucking” her as he had said. The foulest of all words had not offended her when he’d said it, for she understood now what possessed his mind and body when he’d said it. Her body tingled, the old hot and cold sensations returning once again, she wanted this, wanted him to make her body do whatever it had done before. “Yes,” she moaned to him. “Fuck me!”

Had he really heard her say that? She was better than all the erotic dreams he’d had in his lifetime, and yes, he would “fuck” her, he’d show her just what the word meant. He lifted her legs until her heels rested on his shoulders, then leaned down into her, and really rammed himself into her, faster, harder, his balls slapping her buttocks as his huge cock now fit entirely inside her. He could feel that he was close, his cock swelling, pounding, ready to gush, and this time he did not try to stop himself.

Cloella’s body was at his mercy, but she was in ecstasy at that thought. She thrust her hips into his each time he slammed back into her. Her nails dug into his biceps as the tension built up in her groin, making her cry out helplessly, her only comfort the soothing contractions that soon followed.

Nothing else existed in the Hessian’s world but the feeling of his engorged organ in her tight, hot, convulsing body. He swelled, spasmed, jerked, growled and bit her on the shoulder. He burst forth deep within her with a great force, his thick white semen overflowing her, seeping out onto her thighs, the mattress, his groin. It had felt so incredibly good, nearly painful, to come like that again.

The bed was suddenly still, and the room quiet but for their gasping lungs. They lay nearly rolled up into a ball together, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. The Hessian felt physically drained, his great strength and power gone. He pulled his spent organ from her body and collapsed next to her, trying to collect his breath. He should make sure she was all right, for he had been much rougher with her than he had meant to be, but she’d taken it, even asked for it. Before he could speak, he felt her arms wrap around him, drawing him against her body and holding him lovingly. He turned his head to the side and kissed her passionately, though they were both exhausted. “I should not have—“ he began to say to her, but she only smiled tiredly and stroked his hair.

“Sleep, for you have been wounded.” She reminded him with a smile that told him she had no doubt that he would fully recover. She now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was an incredibly strong man.

He kissed her again, she was so beautiful, so trusting, so giving. “Yes,” he whispered, looking into her eyes. “I believe I have been.”