I Love Cum

Story by MintAero

So hi! This is my first piece of creative writing in... Oh my gosh, years! But I want to practice, and I figured, why not practice with something I enjoy? So here I am!

This is just a taste for now, but I'm (definitely!) going to add more. Right now, there's just a great big love of cum, but when I get to nastier things, I'll be sure to mark 'em. :)

We cannot get out. I can hear the drums pounding to the beat of my heart. Or perhaps it’s the other way around.

The danger.

The fear.

Feelings are stirring, emotions burning deep within me that I haven’t endured in a hundred years. It’s new. It’s exciting. I cry out, thighs clenching around the young man rutting me.

The sheer ecstasy at losing control, the passion blazing within me, within my men, is enough to send me over the edge. I cry my father’s name and dig long, shallow furrows in my lover’s back.

He doesn’t care.

He just grunts, with his small, beady eyes squeezed tight. His muscles – large and toned, built to what I consider perfection yet ultimately useless – ripple, his huge hands clawing at the marble floors as I expertly, mercilessly drag it on. I don’t let him finish.

No, he doesn’t need to.

I consider briefly that, out of desperation, he might force himself upon me. Indeed, if this is to be their last stand, every man in this room might choose to have one last fuck at my expense.

The thought excites me, but it won’t happen.

I am their queen, their goddess, their spirit. If they neither fight nor live for me, then what is their purpose?

No.

They will fight until the last, and the brute above me will continue to pleasure me until his end.

The drumming grows louder.

I shudder and fall back.

My chest heaves, and my legs quiver and shake. If I am to die tonight, then this is how I shall go. I’ll not give the invaders the dignity of killing me themselves...

Or satisfying their urges with my body.

The knife laying beside me will see to that.

My tits are large for my slight build. Like all of my kind, I am rather frail. Sleek. Beautiful, but only in an ornamental way. Fragile. My arms, though meaty, are slim enough for a man to wrap a hand around, as is my throat. Still, even for the huge monster of a man above me, my tits are more than a handful.

My skin, white as snow, is a rarity. But then, we all are. Most men have dark skin, a bronzed, caramel tone that reminds me of the deserts they once made their home.

I have slender hips, and an even slimmer waist. It’s not quite an hourglass shape though. I’m much too slender for that.

My cunt grasps at the fat slab of meat buried within it. To the hilt, it seems. If I looked down, I would see the pinkish lips squeezing my lover’s brown cock. Though I have most of my body hair removed, curls of gold frame my pretty little pussy.

By all rights it should be a gaping wreck, what with all the fun I have. It should be loose and floppy and good for nothing at all. But it isn’t. It’s just as tight as my first fuck. I guess I’m lucky that way. And in every other way.

My eyes are large and just as golden as my hair. I can see them reflected in my lover’s eyes. I don’t usually look them in the eyes. It usually feels wrong. I never usually kiss them either.

But…

Well, I shouldn’t hold off if this is to be my last night.

I’m sure my Father would understand.

Even if he isn’t clean.

Even if he isn’t right.

Even if he isn’t Him.

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