Test Subject — Chapter no 5

Chapter 5

Something Bigger

There’s no way, I think, considering the large cock I was face to face with earlier. ~There’s no way that will fit inside me.~ But I’d be lying if I said the idea of trying didn’t excite me.

Just then, both tongues retreat. Sylvan pulls me up to a sitting position again, turns me around, and presses my back against his chest.

He growls before standing up, lifting me—now I’m simply held by one of his hands, by my neck, hanging in the air with my ass level with his stomach.

His huge cock juts up, grazing my ass, my pussy, and extending all the way up to the bottom of my boobs.

How the fuck am I supposed to survive this, if he intends to fuck me

with that thing?

And he does.

First, he starts rubbing my whole body against his dick. My tits look like little peaches next to the world’s biggest eggplant.

Then, he eases me down farther, my entrance hovering over his penis, and then farther still—his head just penetrating my pulsing, wet pussy. I open my mouth and moan in pleasure.

Sylvan slides inside, deeper and deeper, then pauses to let me get acquainted with his length. Impatient, I start moving my hips myself. He grunts in agreement and moves his hands to hold me by the shoulders instead of the neck.

Then, with one rapid pull, he completely thrusts himself into me. I scream, and my sight goes black for a moment, but all I feel is pure ecstasy.

I want more.

I reach back with my legs and squeeze his waist, so he understands and starts hammering. And by “hammering,” I mean he’s going fast and deep.

I scream with every thrust, and my ass splats against his body every time. I’m not sure if it’s my juices or his making this sound, but either way I love it.

I have never felt so good in my entire life, and I don’t want it to end.

Sylvan even picks up the pace, although I don’t know how this is possible. He fucks me relentlessly; my tits jiggle like jelly, and I’m sure I’ll get whiplash if he keeps up this pace.

My voice is getting hoarse from screaming, and my body has lost all its tension. I’m wax in Sylvan’s hands while he uses me like a fucking puppet.

And I love it. I’m not sure how long this goes on, but it feels like ages.

I’ve orgasmed at least four times, and I feel the wave of a fifth one coming. Then he suddenly yanks me close to his body.

He’s so deep in me that I swear I feel the shape of his cock pushing against my belly from the inside, like I could reach down and feel the shape of it through my skin. He holds me in place and tilts my head, biting down hard on my neck.

I scream, awash in both pain and pleasure at the same time as my orgasm floods over me.

Then I feel a warm, thick liquid filling me up. Literally. I feel it all the way from the top of my uterus, down the whole body of it, through my vagina and leaking out of my vulva.

I feel it trickle down to the ground around his dick, but it just keeps coming. When my screaming stops, I even hear the droplets hitting the floor. My tongue hangs out of my mouth; I am completely wrecked. And

still fucking horny.

How is that even possible?

Just as I think that’s it, Sylvan pulls out of me. Relieved and disappointed at the same time, I collapse to the ground on all fours. Sylvan grabs me by the hip and turns me around so I’m kneeling before him.

And I gasp at the sight of his still erect penis.

“What the fuck,” I whisper. Then I feel his hand on the back of my head. He pulls my face closer to his cock, pulsing and wet with both our juices. The closer I get, the fucking yummier it smells.

“I can’t put that in my mouth, it’s too big,” I say with a raspy voice, looking up. But Sylvan just smirks, pressing the pointy tip against my closed lips. I do want to suck it. I feel myself getting wet again.

Then Sylvan starts rubbing, slowly pulling back and pressing against my mouth again. Finally, he presses himself inside, and I gladly welcome him.

I have no idea how I can open my mouth this wide, but he manages to slip in with his full girth. I feel the veins in my mouth, pulsing and pumping against the back of my throat.

Right now, I don’t even have a third of his length. When I see this, I start to panic, but Sylvan just puts his hands on my shoulders and gently starts pulling me closer.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I await the gag, but it never comes. He keeps pushing and pushing, until I have taken him inside my mouth and completely down my throat.

I moan and wiggle; then suddenly, I feel his tongues on my pussy again.

I look up and see him with his mouth wide open as well, his tongues as long as his whole body now, reaching all the way down to my pussy and penetrating it.

Meanwhile, he starts fucking my mouth. Rapidly, relentlessly. My eyes start tearing up, but I fucking go crazy over it. I want to eat him alive.

Another orgasm washes over me—even while his jizz is still dripping out of my pussy.

Then his cock starts throbbing, and before I can react or he can pull out, he starts filling me up again. He must be completely down my throat and into my stomach—or that’s how it feels, because I’m instantly full.

I feel the hot semen filling my body. Sylvan pulls out slowly, and every inch that his dick retreats is another inch filled with his seed.

I can’t even swallow, that’s how full I am by the time he pulls back entirely. The cum just spills out of my mouth, although I don’t want to waste a single drop.

I collapse to the floor again and lie in a pool of fuck juice and sweat.

And damn, I’ve never been so fucking fulfilled, satisfied, and happy.

It takes a long time for me to muster the strength to get up. With shaking knees, I pull down my skirt and stand up, stumbling to the table. I try to fix my blouse, but the buttons are all gone.

I take the sample container full of blood and go to the door. Before I leave, I look back to Sylvan, who looks very pleased.

“This…can’t happen again,” I whisper. He just smirks and licks his lips.

Then he’s extending the tongues, reaching down to lick at his own penis. I swear, it’s already getting hard again.

I exit the room as fast as my shaky legs will carry me.

I flee to the locker room, pick out another shirt, and pull it over my head. Then I head to the mirror to fix my hair.

Once I’m confident I look a little less freshly fucked, I head down the corridor into Mr. Sire’s office.

“Miss Woods, you’re fast,” he says. I flinch for a moment before he clarifies, “The blood.”

He points to my hand and I nod, handing it to him, my fingers still shaking.

“You have a nice color today.” He gently strokes his cheek with one finger, I guess showing me where my own cheeks are flushed. “Did you have a hard time taking the blood?”

“Yes,” I whisper simply, my voice still raspy.

“I see. The incubus is one… persistent fellow, isn’t he?”

I can’t help feeling like Mr. Sire knows something. But that can’t be.

Nobody would expect a simple blood collection to turn into a supernatural fuck fest…right?

“I’ll leave you to it. You’ll meet Number Two tomorrow. And do not worry, Miss Woods. Everything will clear up eventually.”