Chapter 29: Bareback Claiming
The air left Mona’s lungs in a punched-out gasp as Ellie drove into her. There was no gentle easing, no cautious testing. It was a single, searing stroke that buried Ellie’s full, impossible length inside her in one relentless push.
“Oh, fuck, oh Jesus, yes,” Mona choked out, her head thrashing back against the tangled silk. Her legs, hooked over Ellie’s hips, trembled violently. Her body was a taut bowstring, every muscle clenched around the brutal invasion. It was too much, a stretch that burned, a fullness that pressed against the very limits of her. Her nails, previously teasing, dug into the sweat-slick skin of Ellie’s back, carving red trails.
Ellie froze, buried to the hilt, a low groan vibrating in her own chest. The feeling was obliterating. Mona’s heat was fierce and clenching, a slick, tight fist around her cock. But deeper, anchored in her own core, The Hummingbird answered the thrust. Its vibration, that contented purr, snapped into a focused, driving pulse. It thrummed once, hard, a direct counter-rhythm to the heartbeat pounding in Ellie’s ears.
Then it synced.
As Ellie pulled back, the toy’s pulse softened to a tease. As she slammed home again, grinding her hips against Mona’s yielding flesh, The Hummingbird erupted into a hard, buzzing shock that traveled straight up Ellie’s spine and seemed to ignite the base of her cock.
“Again,” Mona begged, her voice a ragged scrape. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
Ellie didn’t. She found a rhythm, a brutal, punishing cadence dictated by the twin demands of her own body and the thing inside her. Each withdrawal was agony, a cooling, empty moment. Each thrust was a revelation of wet, slapping heat. The sound was obscene—the slick, meaty noise of penetration, the creak of the bedframe driving the askew headboard harder into the wall, their mingled grunts and sobs.
Mona’s cunt stretched, accommodating, burning. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, fixed on the flickering neon beyond Ellie’s shoulder. “I can feel it,” she gasped, her heels driving into Ellie’s ass, urging her deeper. “I can feel the buzz… inside you… fuck, it’s in my teeth.”
It was. The Hummingbird’s power wasn’t contained. It radiated out through Ellie’s flesh, through the coupling, vibrating in Mona’s own bones. Ellie looked down, watching herself disappear into Mona’s body, the sight raw and hypnotic. Her cock, slick with both their fluids, glistened in the chaotic light. It looked like it belonged there, splitting Mona open.
Ellie’s confidence, a fragile seedling before, hardened into something predatory. She shifted her angle, lifting Mona’s hips higher. “You wanted to see what it does,” Ellie growled, the voice not entirely her own, thickened by lust and a strange, shared power. “Take it.”
She pistoned into her, short, savage strokes that robbed Mona of breath, that made her scream sharp, fractured sounds that were neither pain nor pleasure but something violently in between. The Hummingbird’s pulses grew sharper, more insistent, a relentless electrical storm centered in Ellie’s womb. It wasn’t just amplifying sensation; it was conducting it, using Ellie as a live wire to electrify Mona from the inside out.
Mona’s orgasm hit her like a seizure. It wasn’t a cresting wave but a sudden, catastrophic fault line giving way. Her body arched, every muscle locking rigid, her cunt clamping down on Ellie’s shaft in a series of rhythmic, milking spasms so intense they were painful. A sound tore from her throat, a raw, unbeautiful shatter of noise. Her eyes rolled back, showing white.
The violent clenching around her cock, the visual of Mona utterly undone, the Hummingbird’s screaming vibration—it tripped a wire in Ellie. Control snapped.
Her thrusts lost all rhythm, became a frantic, hammering drive. She was chasing something, a finish line that kept moving, receding. The pleasure was too vast, a white-noise roar in her skull. She felt the familiar, coiling tension in her balls, the insane fullness, but it was different now, deeper, like it was sourced from the very core of the toy buried within her.
“I’m gonna—” she snarled, but the words were meaningless.
Mona, still shuddering through the aftershocks, wrapped her arms around Ellie’s neck, dragging her down. Her mouth found Ellie’s ear. “Do it,” she hissed, her voice wrecked. “Fill me up. Let me feel it all.”
The permission, filthy and direct, was the final key.
Ellie’s world dissolved into a pinpoint of sensation. She shoved in one last time, hilting herself with a force that made the bed skid an inch on the floorboards, and came.
It wasn’t a spill. It was an eruption. A hot, seemingly endless flood that pumped into Mona’s depths, jet after relentless jet. She could feel it, the scalding rush leaving her, the way Mona’s stretched channel accepted it, the impossible volume of it. The Hummingbird shuddered inside her, its vibration reaching a fever-pitch scream that felt like it was liquifying her bones, her very sense of self. It went on and on, a feedback loop of release, Ellie’s cock pulsing, the toy throbbing, until she was empty, hollowed out, her vision spotted with black.
She collapsed onto Mona, her weight pinning them both into the soaked mattress. The only sounds were their heaving breaths and the low, satisfied hum returning to The Hummingbird, a creature fed.
Minutes bled by. Slowly, Ellie softened, slipping from Mona’s body with a wet, heavy sound. She rolled onto her side, staring at the water-stained ceiling. Mona didn’t move. Her hand lay splayed on her own stomach, which looked slightly, impossibly distended.
“Holy shit,” Mona whispered finally, the words filled with a kind of reverent horror. She turned her head, her dark hair plastered to her cheek. She looked at Ellie, her gaze clear and sharply intelligent now, cutting through the post-coital haze. “Ellie. That wasn’t… normal. The volume. The force.” She paused, licking her swollen lips. “I think I can still feel it… moving.”
Ellie knew what she meant. It wasn’t just the aftermath. There was a… presence. A lingering heat that pulsed in time with the now-quiet hum between her own legs.
Before she could answer, Mona pushed herself up on one elbow, wincing slightly. Her eyes traveled down Ellie’s body, over the shimmering mess on her stomach, and fixed on the place where Ellie’s cock, now softening, lay against her thigh. It was still large, heavy. Unnatural.