A Small Great Dionysia

When she kicked him, it felt as though she were kicking concrete, but he nevertheless let the attack push him back. His own toga falling away, he rolled onto his back and quickly raised his hands to catch Atalanta's hands as she leaped upon him. His hips slid under hers, his cock sliding against the inside of her thighs. She wrapped his fingers in hers and pulled her arms outward, trying to force her into a more vulnerable position. He pushed his pelvis upward, trying to unbalance her even as he grinded against her.

Atalanta growled as he forced her arms open, even as she was pleased at the turn of events. She wasn't ready to let him win yet, however. She curled herself up and swung forward, pushing up against his strong grip. Her hair swept along his skin as her feet landed on either side of his head, followed soon by her knees. Though her thighs were slightly wet, his head was trapped firmly between them. Even bent back as she was, she was able to press down, grinding herself onto his mouth. "Eat." she commanded.

Hmph. If that's what she wanted.

Still having a firm grip on her hands, she pulled her arms behind her back, bending her backward and forcing her to look up at the ceiling. He shoved his own face upward, putting her clit between his teeth and biting down just hard enough to give her and equal measure of pain and pleasure. Waiting for her thighs to clench from the reaction, he worked with her automatic movement to shove his tongue deep into her pussy. He sucked in her lips and swirled his tongue inside, touching every inch of her insides that he could reach. A few seconds after that, he pulled down on her hands again, harder, bending her over more and biting down on her clit a little bit harder.

She let out a sharp cry as she was wrenched backwards and bitten. She was honestly surprised he consented to the action, though violently. As his mouth and tongue worked her pulse heightened and her thighs squeezed tighter. She panted softly, falling into soft cooing at the pleasure and punctuated by sharp moans at the pain. She cried out in surprise as his last pull caused a shoulder to pop, almost dislocating. The muscles in her torso strained and ached even as the juices of her arousal coated his lips. She had no memories of experiencing a feeling such as this. It was so hard not to just let him win this battle. She struggled to free her arms from his hands, but was still not inclined to seperate his lips from her own.

It was pleasing her watching her lose herself in this pleasure. But not quite pleasing enough. He needed more, and he wasn't going to let her resist this time. He swirled his tongue in her pussy a little longer, letting her pulse quicken and her breathing get heavier. Then, when it seemed she was just lost enough in ecstasy, he acted quickly.

He let go of her hands and swept his arms under her thighs, lifting her up just enough to slide her back. He let her head rock forwards again as he slid her hips back, maneuvering into the proper position. With one heavy thrust, he plunged his cock into her, with almost enough force to bruise her thighs. He was still for a brief moment, pressing into her, the tip of his cock just kissing her womb, waiting to savor her reaction before he thrust any more.

Atalanta cried out in pain as she felt a pop inside her, a thin membrane tearing away. She hadn't known that such a part had followed her into this life. Her eyes teared up a little, dialated with rage and embarassment at being bested. But was she truly bested yet? She punched her master hard, and took advantage of the distraction to pin him to the ground, hands clawing into his shoulders and drawing blood. She would not let this penetration shame her. On top, she still had control. Her face turned into a smile as she began to ride him, keeping him prone on the cold floor. "You gave me just what I wanted master. Does this mean I'm the victor?" she taunted, "You sup with a vigor I've never seen in a man of your God."

Kirei smiled back as her claws dug into his skin. As nice as her pleasure was, it was the anger and embarassment in her face that was the most delicious. He needed more. More.

"Who's to say?" he laughed back. "If we both have what we want, who is the true victor?"

He wanted to hurt her. And he wanted her to hurt him. Though he couldn't maneuver very well with her pinning him down, he got his hands up to her head. One wrapped around her green hair, pulling it tight and pulling her head back hard, and the other gripped her shoulder. Though he had no claws, he gripped hard, as though he wanted to rip away her flesh.

With whatever leverage his grip gave him, he thrust hard, his cock slamming into her over and over. With each thrust, even as he tried to hit the most pleasurable spot, he tried to get his strength under her, hoping to turn her over and get on top.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, though. He was ready to burst, and even before then, they could end up choking each other into unconsciousness. He almost wished for the latter.

She bit her lip to stifle her moans, scraping her nails down his torso to grip his hips before he threw her off. When he reached up and grabbed her hair, she couldn't help but moan aloud. A part of her wanted to submit; to fall to the way of nature and let him take her as he clearly wanted to do. She relaxed her legs, though she rode him just as fiercely as he pumped into her. Now though, he was free to move her as he wished. Her expression a mix of pleasure, defeat, and a little aggravation, she held onto him and bent down to kiss him, probing into his mouth with her tongue, and biting his lip hard as she pulled away and then coming back for more. The metallic taste on her tongue at least let her know he would not escape his encounter unscathed.

She bent down to kiss him and their tongues danced around each other, but that didn't satisfy him. As she pulled away, as she bit his lip, he bit hers as well, and both of them pulled away with bloodstained lips. Now, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He flipped her over with a mighty heave, kneeling behind her and plowing into her with all his strength. One hand took her hair again, pulling her head back toward him, and the other seized the back of her neck, keeping her under control as he fucked her senseless. He sped up gradually, feeling his orgasm coming upon him, then with two mighty thrusts pumped his semen into her.

With still some left to release, he slid out of her and let her fall to the ground, then came on top of her, spilling his white fluid over her stomach and her legs. When all was finally spent, he stumbled backward onto his knees, panting as he watched his cum covering her skin and leaking out of her pussy.

The new position was too much for her and she came as he forced her neck down and grabbed her hair. With her cheek smashed against the floor, waves of pleasure vibrated through her, contrasting with the burning of her knees rubbing on the cold floor and the sharpness of several hairs seperating from her head. As he continued to roughly pump into her, the waves only increased. She began to quiver, and couldn't help crying out like an injured child as they became so intense that they were almost painful. His final thrusts even lifted her off of the floor before he shoved her over onto her back. She felt something warm and viscous land on her, but she was barely aware, her muscles continuing to shiver and her hair standing on end. As she came back to herself, the shaking lessened, and her eyes roamed over her body. Her chest heaved with panting from such exertion. She was bruised, and covered in his seed, tinged pink near her violated entrance from mixing with blood. Skin peeled from her burned knees. Her eyes caught him, bruised and bleeding as well. She sat up, riding onto her injured knees and brushing hair out of her face. She grabbed a nearby ripped toga, and used it to wipe the sweat from her master's brow. "How do you feel?" she asked, also dabbing at the blood from his bitten lip.