The pale moon cast its eerie glow as a lone figure, bound and helpless, awaited his undoing. A shiver of dread clung to the air.
His eyes wide with terror he braced himself.
A form appeared over him. It was overwhelming.
The first thrust brought a gasp to his lips. He was taken.
His hips bucked as the strokes deepened. Rapture and torment intertwined.
Each thrust pushed him into oblivion. He felt devoured.
His cries were stifled by the moment.
The release exploded through him, leaving him spent.
Yet the torment continued.
He was motionless a used vessel.
But the memory of his violation would forever be etched in his flesh.
He closed his eyes.
The air was thick with lust and regret.
His body throbbed.
A darker craving began to stir.
He had been reborn.
The feeling of being filled was now a secret pleasure.
He craved more.
The monster within had been unleashed.
His new existence had just taken hold.
