Shame stopped being an issue when she made peace with her mind. The exact moment her torso bent down, crossing her hands in front of her chest and bowed her head in a submissive stance, she signed her contract with the devil. Offering her soul in exchange for his attention.
Pierce's chest swelled with pride as a pang of power feed his ego.
"Tell me what do you want and I'll do it…" she conceded defeat letting her body fall over his warm rumbling chest seeking for comfort.
Enough was enough and suffering like that wasn't worth it.
Her words worked like a spell breaking a curse and he finally complied. Kneading her face in his calloused palm, straighten her up trailing his fingers down her chin in slow caressing circles. He traveled his feathery touch towards her thin neck pinching away the tension knots off her shoulders making her arch her chest while smearing against his hand to create more contact, and just as fast she was clay on his hands.
"Atta girl, those magic words ya just spelled and everything attached to them is what i wanted…" he smoothly replied in a hoarse tone, igniting fire inside her womb.
Ugh! How she missed his husky voice.
"I'll make you remembered them once estrous is gone, darlin'" and without warning Pierce joined their lips together. The kiss was almost unbearably sweet and tender with sparks of desire quickly setting the pace, his tongue danced over her lips asking permission to enter and she instantly, granted.
His eager tongue explored every corner and the lascivious way he moved inside her wet cavity left her breathless, Molly separated to recover her breath and he took advantage drawing her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling at it with soft bites sending pleasant spasms down her legs.
Small crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes when her groans went up in volume, all this sensations just for a little foreplay. She was definitely a virgin.
Donald trailed his cold metal hand down her side reaching for the skirt of her nurse uniform and playfully, tugged at it.
"This is in the way, Molly."
He informed in a deep sensual baritone which created goosebumps all over her skin. His beautiful blue eyes unleashed unbridle passion and need inside her.
He was so right, the clothes were in the way detaining –the so craved– skin to skin contact. She nodded once and before setting on the task, Donald pecked her nose with a soft kiss and lay down on the cushions, bending his arms behind his head to enjoy the show.
His eyes gleamed with anticipation. The uniforms the facility provided were awfully shapeless and made it hard to marvel on the fine feminine silhouette when you couldn't define at all. So, it was like opening a mystery box.
Molly freed her freckled shoulders first sliding the uniform down to show her generous cleavage and when the buttons stopped the fluid motion, started unbuttoning precise and deliberately slow every piece of plastic to entice him more.
Strangely, all her thoughts were aimed to gain his approval. That's how these nasty things worked; she was trapped inside her hormonal head until he released her by mating.
Her baby pink bra pop out and with it an erratic metallic sound echoed all over the room. Her half-lids opened wide when he pick up the mystery object and a profuse blush spread through her neck at the sight of the artefact he held in his hand. It was the letter opener she was going to use to stab him.
Donald calmly sent her a questioning look she refused to acknowledge. And, highly amused replied.
"Those are some slick little hands ya got there, hun." His joyful tone relieved Molly putting a shy smile on her face.
Using the letter opener, the fierce blonde neared her exposed cleavage and without hurting her skin, slid it between the bra holder imprinting a little force. It ripped the fabric apart from the middle and her shapely round breast fell free and out of her uniform exposing her to his thirsty eyes.
Her face turned crimson at the suddenness of the act and she hurried to cover from his intense gaze but he easily stopped her before she could. Donald's chest heaved and felt his body grow hot in matter of seconds. His self-control disappeared with her –well hidden– ample bosom.
As if she was the metal and he the magnet, his hand launched to cup a feel and her breast filled his big hand so perfectly it sent an intense spam down his crotch.
Perfect fit! I´ll be damn. He possessively thought.
Meanwhile, Molly squirmed and gasped under his delicate squeeze until he couldn't take it anymore. In lightning speed moves, he straightened and plunged her nipple inside his wet mouth pressing it between his teeth, fogging her already overstimulated brain and brusquely got rid of the rest of her uniform leaving her only in underwear and boots.
He felt his self-control slip though his fingers like sand and a deep growl escaped his throat reaching for her swollen sex and finding the annoying panties in his way, he used his bionic hand to rip them apart making her let out a surprised shriek at the rough action against her soft skin.
Now, she was completely naked over his lap and he was still fully clothed.
He was losing it faster than anticipated. His methodic moves were being nullified by her innocent moans and inexpert touches almost drawing his mind into a state of desperate need he had never experience before with any other female, for the first time in a long time he felt vulnerable and it angered him. Not used to lose control so easily.
Donald played with her other nipple imprinting more force than he intended and she let out a high pitched groan. The grown man ceased his rough ministrations trying to cool his mind and slowly began to trail his tongue over the sensitive nub until her body relaxed against his once more.
Driven by this new sensation and encouraged by her pleasurable moans let his metal hand slip inside her sacred flesh, unexplored territory…first a cold finger explore how sensitive she was by caressing her lips in slow circles and her avid moans encourage him to slip a finger inside of her making her scream at the suddenness of the act.
She started quivering and her semi-opened lips mumbled incoherent words; for an instant, he thought he overstepped his welcome and halted his moves altogether until he heard her sweet desperate voice.
"Don't stop…deeper…please, go deeper." That melodic begs were enough to shatter the rest of his self-control.
He slid his metallic fingers again and her moans enticed him to go faster and deeper, her release was so close he didn't dare to stop it this time and in a big endearing blast she exploded seeing stars and feeling utterly completed. It wasn't her first orgasm but it certainly was the most fulfilling. And she attributed it to the delight of having a man –Strong Alpha– tending to her.
Molly practically fainted in his embrace sprawling her body on top of his and Donald held her to let her enjoy the sweet reward at its fullest…his crotch painfully twitched and awkwardly realized his pants were smothered him. Trying to ease the pressure swiftly picked her up and placed her in the couch to remove his cloths. She was so petite compare to his mass it was easy to move her where he wanted.
Slowly coming back from her delirium, Molly lazily opened her eyes to admire how he stripped from every layer. The man was divine.
Handcrafted by the gods.
She could not help but marvel at how tall he was, 6'2 maybe taller with an athletic and stylized body, not like the mass of muscles the other guards sported but a frame properly shaped by precise and concise exercise, a well-thought training.
Strong and –as she knew already– keenly smart, too. Without hesitation, his overpowering presence shouted determination and discipline from every fiber of his being, a born leader and her blessed mate.
Deeply lost inside her glorifying daze she didn't care when he caught her staring and unashamedly rummaging through his chiseled physic. Having her fixed on him send a pang of gratification down his core, a feeling so foreign it automatically made him smile. A smile so boyish it bright his face making her feel blessed for have found such a good partner.
Neatly folding his discarded uniform he draped her under his massive frame holding must of his weight in his forearms placed on each side of her head, her breathing hitched and nervousness replaced her lustful stare. Noticing her change, he peppered her with soft kisses just as he pulled her thighs apart to settle in between, she instinctively groaned and he shushed her, purring and petting to mitigate her distress.
Her hormonal mind was overpowered for a moment and the wrongness of the situation flooded her brain with treacherous thoughts of abuse and unwillingness but she couldn't understand how this much happiness could be wrong and decided to ignore it.
He is a deceiver don't let him in…this is not his usual self…you know how evil he really is! Wake up! Stupid needy female, wake up! A part of her mind kept roaring until she had enough.
Enough! He is hers and everything will be alright, her foolish hormonal mind answered resolved on silencing her conscience.
She tangled her arms around his neck pressing their foreheads together and felt how the pressure slowly grew just as he started entering her, his thick girth stretching her undefiled cunt. She was not lying, it was so tight he had to segregate more fluid to aid him and when he finally succeeded, the pressure around him was so divine it felt as if he had discovered a whole new level of ecstasy.
A less worthy male would have finished the same moment her warm pressure enveloped him but Donald had discipline to endure the sweet torment her little nirvana indulged.
It would have been insufferable for small Molly if her juices weren't gushing out of her. But her fluid slick let him stay inside. The sensation of bursting was driving her insane, he was quite big even not having someone to compare to…she felt impossibly stretched.
He released a guttural groan and his stare changed from composed to hungry, madden by her warm and impossible tightness. Without waiting for her to adjust, he started pounding setting a frenetic rhythm in which he variated the intensity from slow to fast depending on her reactions. The pain reflected on her face slowly mixed with pleasure and he was able to measure his thrusts. When he slowed too much, she snarled at him and when he speeded up, she bit her lower lip unable to restrain the moans. It was quite spectacular to breed her, she was a unique little firework waiting to be lit, explode and create the most magnificent spectacle. And, he was truly mesmerized.
Her desperate cries filled the air sending him in an uncontrollable spree to own her. She pulled apart far enough from his toned chest to observed how a cock as thick as her forearm slowly disappear inside her and awed at the bliss it created inside her womb. Still impressed at how her small body was able to contain such an impressive piece of flesh.
He wanted to try all kind of positions all around the fucking facility to brag about his prowess and reassert his place as all mighty Alpha but he lacked time and wasn't willing to stop once the mating started, so he repressed his whims in favor of a fulfilling knot.
Feeling he was close snapped his hips deeper, burying his massive cock to the hilt with every thrust, making her squeal and squirm at his precise movements. She bit at his shoulder to endure the constant friction that menaced to turn her into ashes.
A warm fluid dripped from her lip and she realized it was blood –his blood– and feeling utterly concerned let go of his shoulder and her cherry lips truly became red as the fruit. Sensing her fright he lowered his mouth on hers and licked the blood of her lips to then lift his face and wash her with a wicked wolfish smirk.
Unconcerned gaze bashing her worry away.
"No need to mark me, sweetheart...I'm already yours." His drawl words send her over the edge and every muscle in her cunt vibrated with the joy of a vivid orgasm.
Her entire body trembled under him and he prepared to create the succulent knot. For a moment too short, a pang of guilt caressed his doubtful actions those being mount a girl younger than him and precariously naïve and plunge her into his life in a complete and unbroken tie that will last forever. It was extremely hardcore and a younger version of himself wouldn't approve his deeds.
But being completely honest if it wasn't him it would be another less worthy alpha. So, he turned down his caring side because actually he didn't cared…he wanted her and for what he saw, she wanted him and that was enough, even if it was induced by a festival of hormones.
Love could be reached in time, if reached at all. It wasn't vital, he had lived without it for far too long to even miss it.
Confident, Donald placed his head near her neck and found the right curvature to bit mercilessly making her scream at full lung, a scream mixed with pain and ecstasy that blindly defeated her. The mark was made where everyone could see it, and spurts of semen filled her womb scenting her, letting his seed flood her insides in the strongest bond ever made.
The intensity was too much to bear for fragile Molly who blacked out.
It was done.
It was irrevocable.
And, it was everlasting.
Eternity was now a path for two. The essence of one had morphed, twice as strong and the breakable conviction a single soul flaunted diverged into a firm lasting tie, not even time would be able to rust. It was beauty in all its might.
Nature carved in the stone of eternity two more names.
Hours pass and after Molly's body felt less weak; she woke up disoriented and sticky. She was braided in between two strong arms which caged her in a warm embrace, could feel the rhythmic breathing of someone's heart firmly pressed to her back –serene up and down rocking her back to sleep– but she refused to close her eyes, her body felt numb and her extremities ached especially her thighs, Molly attempted to disentangle only served her to be caught tighter in the arms around her.
Opting for subtle moves, pushed aside the solid arm around her waist to create a gap to slide under, the smell of sweat and metal attacked her nostrils bringing back a wave of vivid memories –like a tide dragging sand from the beach– forcibly reenact how hours ago she was stripped from her will by her own needs. The lucidly advantage he took from her vulnerable state and the miserable way he groped, fucked and bit her into compliance. Of course, the cherry of the cake being, she was firmly tied to go hand in hand with a man she wouldn't choose freely –a complete stranger– now she must call partner, no, worse…mate.
Unsettle by her discovery, fear enveloped her when trying to free her arm she felt the worst pain ever. With shaky hands reached for her shoulder until she graze the exact part where the tremendous ached made her entire back palpitate and holding a sigh of horror realized there was dried blood and it was bloated with a way too deep half-moon shaped wound…claiming marks…she had pair-bonded. She let her instincts take a hold on her. She just threw away years of struggle and resolve.
Shame washed over her and uneasiness crept inside like a bug rummaging under her skin.
Pierce felt her wake up and knowing about the emotional debate that waited around the corner allowed her some freedom to explore and start settling her lucid mind around her new bonded situation but her uneasiness started reaching dangerous levels which forced him to interfere, he lazily turned and let his warm mouth to land on the side of her forehead with a sloppy kiss.
"Go back to sleep" he simply stated in a gruff voice. He needed to rest after their powerful mating, he was drained.
Engulfing her yet again, clung to her body to avoid any gracious escapes. Meanwhile a twinge of angst was setting inside Molly and shame started devouring her; the memories refused to abandon her mind, playing again and again like a movie in a loop. Her brain was quickly catching up with every ache and sour muscle completing the puzzle with specific images of its creation.
This man played her like a fucking violin…she even begged him! For the love of God…how diminishing! Everything she fought for 23 years went straight to the garbage in less than hours.
In her current state where no more hormones or need to mate prevailed and the only thing remaining was the shameful truth, a truth quickly suffocating her to tears. She sobbed and feeling utterly disgusted by their actions and his lack of care, his mere presence became an insult. Molly frenetically started to squirm against his iron hold not caring anymore about a stealth flight, the only coherent thought was to separate as much as possible from him.
The abusive Alpha. Her partner.
Nevertheless, Pierce didn't grant any concession. Not even her full strength moved him one inch and eventually, her panic attack became annoying. He could handle her but wasn't in the mood to do it, after all, he was the alpha and dominated the exchange; if he wanted her to sleep she will do so.
"I'm in no mood for this shit, baby." gruffly replied the tired mercenary, slightly vexed by her unwelcome squirm.
But Molly couldn't care less. Heavily sighing, the blond had his full of her attitude and set to restrain her movements with his arm by bending his bicep over her fragile core, Molly felt her ribs crush under the slight force he exerted and all he had to do was wait.
Molly stubbornly contained the humiliating pleads she desperately wanted to howl for him to let go of her and kept the pain at bay driving Donald to run out of patience at her womanly defiance, giving a quick end to her will by merely squeeze harder. He didn't have to wait long for her desperate pleas to leave her mouth as expected and feeling pleased with his dominance stance, he let go.
Molly's cries echoed in the silent room and Pierce merely waited for her to stop sobbing to command with scoff clear in his tone.
"Go back to sleep."
To what she finally complied, between broken sobs and hiccups. He placed his chin above her head curling her body to their original position and eventually she managed to fall sleep again among purrs and cold metal appendages brushing her tender skin.