Free Kalliope's Awakening by Nora Weaving Page B

against her opening.
    “No! Please don’t do this!”
    “You’ll love it,” he promised, pushing himself in just a little bit.
    The sensation was all-wrong and Kalliope tried to fight it, her muscles instinctively clenching.
    “Relax,” he ordered, stroking her delicate skin.
    Kalliope obeyed, she forced her body to relax, she knew it would be easier that way. Still Spyro pushed in further, giving her no time to adjust to the size of his immense member. There was so much pressure...Kalliope rocked on her knees, trying to absorb the uncomfortable feeling. She felt herself stretch and tighten and she cried out in pain. Spyro didn’t seem at all phased by her objections, and pushed in even deeper.
    He slid carefully in and out, taking on a steady rhythm. Kalliope felt her body begin to loosen and relax around his cock. Spyro reached around, and began to rub her clitoris.
    The sensation went from horrible and uncomfortable pain to amazing pleasure.
    Kalliope knew that she wanted Spyro to stop, but it just felt so good that she moaned again and again. Spyro began to pump in fast, small strokes, and Kalliope knew that she wouldn’t be able to control herself again. The clitoral stimulation coupled with the taboo entry was going to send her over the edge.
    Sure enough, she came again, crying out from the wildly intense orgasm. She shook, and moments later she felt Spyro grab her ass and explode within her. She could feel every jerk and spurt as he filled her with his hot semen. Her anal muscles clenched together, forcing Spyro and his fluids from her body.
    Kalliope felt a wave of relief wash over her, she was grateful that the ordeal was over. Spyro pulled his arm back and brought his hand crashing down on her ass, a loud slapping sound filled the room as he made contact with her behind. She cried out in shock and pain, yet Spyro hit her again. While it may have been pleasurable before she reached her orgasm, it wasn’t now. Kalliope begged for Spyro to stop. He hit her again and again, before rolling her over on to her back.
    Her head was dizzy with pain, and her backside stung as she rolled over onto the raw skin.
    “I know you like it!” Spyro rasped. Even though he had ejaculated, he was still hard, and he easily pushed himself into Kalliope who was now slick with her own juices and his semen.
    “I have another treat for you,” Spyro sneered and his hands circled Kalliope’s throat.
    Kalliope screamed, pulling at her restraints, unable to stop Spyro. She could feel her air supply lessening and she was gripped with fear.
    “Stop,” she wheezed.
    “It intensifies everything, doesn’t it?” Spyro whispered.
    Kalliope wanted to shake her head, but she was afraid to use the energy. She was beginning to see black spots, and she could hear the strangled noises coming from her throat.
    Just when Kalliope thought she was going to pass out, Spyro pulled out of her and released her. Coughing and choking, Kalliope gulped for air, feeling the sobs building within her.
    Spyro stood up slowly, not looking at her as he dressed in his cloak. Once he was dressed again, he reached mechanically over her and untied the rope from her wrists. Kalliope cried out with relief as she rubbed her bruised and cut wrists. Looking at her with cold and calculating eyes, Spyro fastened the rope around his waist.
    “I don’t know who you think you are,” he hissed, “But someone needs to put you in your place.”
    Kalliope blinked, still reeling from the experience and confused by Spyro’s words.
    “You just showed up here and waltzed in with your pretty voice and dark curls. You think you’re special because so many men like you. You earned this fancy room in record time, and you have the most respected man in all of Athens at your feet.”
    Kalliope was confused. Most respected? Who was Spyro referring to? Surely, not himself.
    “You need a reminder of how this world really works,” Spyro hissed. “And you better watch yourself