Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 58 Dying Sex

Ellie's POV:

Paul had shredded my clothes to bits, leaving me barely covered. No matter how much I tried to hide with my hands, it was useless.

My skin was exposed, and the harsh light above made sure Paul could see everything.

Paul stood there, his tall frame blocking some of the light.

He squatted down, his intense gaze practically burning me. "Ellie, you can't do this to me."

I saw the emotion in Paul's eyes, turning red. I was scared, shaking my head, trying to reason with him. "Paul, you need to calm down!" But he didn't let me finish. Without any warning, he thrust his already hard cock into me. This had never happened before.

I felt like I was being torn apart, screaming and kicking at his stomach, but he easily held my legs.

"It hurts! Paul, be gentle!" I cried out.

"It has to be rougher. Otherwise, you won't remember me! I want you to think of me, even if you hate me!" Paul stubbornly replied.

His huge cock kept thrusting into my unprepared body, and I felt like I was being split in two, tears streaming down my face.

"It hurts! Please!" I pleaded.

I felt the fullness inside me.

His hot, hard cock was deep inside, making my stomach churn.

Sweat dripped down my neck from the pain, my throat hoarse, but Paul didn't stop.

Even though it was forced, as he kept rubbing against my G-spot, my body started to respond.

I hated how my body reacted, but I couldn't help it.

Paul knew what he was doing, easily teasing my interest.

I even thought he wanted to shove his balls inside me, he was thrusting so deep.

Our connection was covered in delicate white foam, and the empty bathroom echoed with the sound of our bodies colliding.

"Ellie, I really don't want to let you go," Paul said, pulling my hair and squeezing my neck, tightening his grip.

I felt the air leaving my chest, staring blankly at him.

I barely recognized him. Paul was like a wild beast, ready to devour me.

"Paul, be gentle... I can't take it anymore..." I begged.

My butt was sore, covered in red marks from his slaps, no gentle caresses, just rough fucking, and it terrified me.

I felt like a small boat in a storm, the ropes binding me leaving red marks, the wounds painful and itchy.

I felt his cock getting bigger inside me, looking up at him in disbelief. His palm was growing, and silver-gray fur started to cover his body.

He was transforming into a wolf with his cock still inside me!

"No! I'll be ruined!" I shouted.

I couldn't imagine the pain if his cock turned into a wolf's.

"Ellie, I have to mark you! I can't wait!" Paul said.

The cock inside me kept growing, filling me up completely, no space left.

I felt like I was being torn apart.

My vagina was stretched to its limit, red and swollen, like an overused rubber band.

Paul had me on my knees on the smooth floor, riding me, thrusting deep.

His balls kept swinging, hitting my clit. Even without any extra touch, the impact sent waves of pleasure through me.

"Paul, I was wrong! Please stop!" I cried, trying to appease him by kissing his cheek.

But Paul didn't stop, whispering in my ear, "You're about to climax. Why fight it? Ellie, you like this."

He pressed my head to the ground with his huge hand, commanding, "Look, it's all wet."

His hot breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine.

"No!" I shook my head, not wanting to see myself like this.

Paul's hand caressed my spine, gentle but firm.

Wherever he touched, it felt like he was drugging me, making me unbearably horny.

"Why not?" Paul pulled my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror. "You're such a slut. You like it rough, don't you?"

I blinked, following his command to look up.

Seeing my reflection, I struggled to believe the disheveled, lustful woman in the mirror was me.

"This isn't me!" I shook my head in despair. I didn't want to admit I'd been reduced to this.

I tried to push Paul off with my weak hands. "Get off me, Paul!"

"Ellie, look at yourself." Paul easily stopped my resistance, pinching my chin to make me look at the mirror. He whispered like a demon, "You've been fucked by me. Why not admit it? Now, you belong to me, inside and out, Ellie." I closed my eyes in despair, remembering a painful night in this room, the first night with Paul, which was terrifying and oppressive.

No matter how much I begged, Paul was unmoved.

I had to endure his desires until he finally came inside me and pulled out.

As I sighed in relief, I realized Paul wasn't done. He rummaged through a toolbox and picked out a teardrop-shaped butt plug with a short, furry rabbit tail.

"Paul! No way!" I looked at the size in disbelief. "This can't fit. I'll get hurt!"

"No, I know what I'm doing." Paul didn't allow any refusal, approaching me with the plug.

He easily pulled me out from under the sink, lifting my legs to both sides of my head.