FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 430: It Hurts... It Hurts So Beautiful!

"I want to feel every single millimeter of the rupture. I want the pain, Sol. I love you... it’s the only thing in this accursed jungle that’s gonna tell me that everything is real. The pain will tell me that I’m finally, permanently yours, that you’re carving your name directly into my flesh. So break the barrier. Ruin me."

Sol stared down at her face, his own silver-crimson eyes darkening until they looked like twin pools of blood.

The sheer, unhinged yandere devotion rolling off her was intoxicating, far more potent than any aphrodisiac. She wasn’t asking for gentleness; she was demanding an execution of her maidenhood.

She was completely crazy for him, her obsession so absolute that she was willing to let him use her body as a canvas for whatever extreme, brutal force his desires demanded.

"Fine," Sol growled, the last shred of his human restraint snapping entirely. "If you want the fire, don’t scream for water."

He gripped her slender thighs, his massive hands wrapping around her pale skin with a stong hold, pinning her knees wide apart and locking her hips flat against the bed. He aligned himself perfectly, tilted his pelvis down, and without a single moment of hesitation, he slammed his hips forward with the full force.

SPLUNCH. TEAR.

A sharp, wet, incredibly violent sound echoed through the quiet confines of the room as Sol drove his massive cock entirely inside her in one single, brutal thrust.

He didn’t even stop at the barrier; his extreme force shattered the tight, unyielding seal of her virginity instantly, bottoming out so hard against her cervix that the heavy petrified-wood frame of the bed let out a loud, groaning CRACK.

"AHHHNNNN—!"

A high-pitched, completely shattered shriek tore out of Zeyra’s throat.

Her entire skeletal frame went completely, terrifyingly rigid in his arms. Her head snapped back so hard her neck strained, her mouth locked wide open in a scream that ran out of air halfway through.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the sudden, overwhelming shock of his entry violently overloading her nervous system.

A dark, thick streak of fresh maiden blood instantly bloomed from their junction, mixing with the glistening trail of her juices and staining the sheets beneath her hips.

Even though she was a warrior herself and had endured lots of hardships, the pain was like a sharp, hot blade cutting through her lower abdomen.

Her body’s natural defense mechanisms instantly tried to trigger a shock-induced blackout to escape the trauma, her eyelids fluttering as darkness threatened to pull her under.

But of course, Sol wouldn’t let her escape. Considering his length and girth, he knew something like this would happen, and it didn’t matter whether he penetrated her slowly or at once, so to end the pain at all once, he had penetrated her pussy with one single motion and that’s why he had warned her beforehand, but well, she was also crazy.

Seeing her writhing under him, even though he didn’t use the silver Free Use power to make her compliant, he knew that he couldn’t just let her writhe in pain and blackout, so he flooded her body with a pulse of his golden essence.

The hot, aggressive heat flared through her pathways, acting like a violent jolt of electricity that forced her heart to pump at maximum velocity.

And as expected, her eyes snapped open, the pupils dilating instantly as she was dragged forcibly back into 100% crystalline awareness.

She was forced to sit in the center of the agony, her mind completely clear, absorbing every single micro-second of the physical violation.

For a heartbeat, she just lay there, panting heavily, her chest heaving, as her tight, unworked walls spasmed violently around his massive width, trying to reject the stretching force.

Then, suddenly a wild, unhinged laugh bubbled out of her bloody lips.

Zeyra didn’t pull back. She didn’t weep for him to stop. Instead, a terrifying, manic joy flared in her eyes. Without warning, she slammed her upper body back up off the bed, her arms wrapping around his neck with a desperate, choking hold.

She dug her teeth directly into his shoulder blade, biting down with a feral, animal force.

"Yes... ahnn... yes!" she gasped into his ear, her voice a ragged, wet hiss. "It hurts... it hurts so beautiful, Sol! I can feel you... you’re so deep... you’re touching my soul! Drive it deeper! Break me inside!"

Even though surprised by her sudden movement, considering her yandere like personality, Sol wasn’t shocked, and of course, he didn’t need to be told twice.

Her beautiful maniac begging and crushing grip of her soft internal walls completely unleashed the beast inside.

He locked his hands onto her hips, his thick thumbs digging deep into her flesh to anchor her pelvis down, and began to drive inside her with a brutal pace.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

The room was instantly filled with the heavy, rhythmic thunder of his hips slamming against her thighs.

Sol wasn’t holding back his strength. Every single thrust was a display of his carefully controlled force.

His thick, veiny cock was tearing through her tight, bleeding depths like a battering ram clearing a path.

Zeyra’s slender frame was violently tossed back and forth against the sheets with every impact, her head slamming backward, but she only grew wilder.

Her soft flexible body became her greatest asset. She didn’t move like a normal human woman; her flexible hips and long, pale legs wrapped completely around his torso, twisting at impossible angles that allowed him to penetrate her even deeper.

She arched her back until her spine looked like a bended bow, her chest thrust upward, her breasts swaying wildly as Sol ruthlessly pounded her into the bed.

"Ah! Ah! Sol! More! More!" Zeyra shrieked, her voice completely hoarse, completely crazy from the sensory overload.

The intense pain of her torn barrier was rapidly mixing with the blinding aggressive friction, turning her entire pelvic region into a roaring furnace of agony and lust.

And she was drowning in it, her mind entirely unhinged by the absolute certainty that she was being filled by a monster.

Sol shifted his grip, grabbing her by her thighs and hooking them over his shoulders, opening her up even more brutally.

He looked down at the junction of their bodies. It was an absolute mess... glistening, swollen, and stained with a thick mixture of her blood, her juices, and his sweat.

Every time he pulled out, the wet, red-streaked lips of her pussy would cling greedily to his shaft, stretching outward before being violently slammed back inward as he plunged deep to the hilt again.

He slowly began to change the rhythm, utilizing the vast knowledge he had painstakingly gathered back on Earth.

So, he didn’t just thrust straight like a mindless beast; he twisted his hips at the apex of each strike, his thick cockhead grinding ruthlessly against her internal walls, systematically tearing through her virgin pleats.

Zeyra’s reaction was also terrifying.

She started to thrash wildly beneath him, her hands clawing desperately at the bedsheet.

She was almost howling, wail of pure, unadulterated pleasure-torture.

Her internal muscles were clenching around him with a frantic, spasming grip, trying to milk the heavy length that was destroying her from within.