The Twilight Hunt Chapter 3 - Apex Predator

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On the twelfth bar tonight, his excitement was starting to fade and Max was starting to have his doubts that anything Astrid had said was true.

It had been four days since arriving in Iceland. Three since he had broken in Margret for his new partner. Astrid had finished her work on the collar while he slept that next night, but she hadn’t begun work on any of the other ones yet. “I’ll bother making them if you survive, human,” she had told him, and Max hadn’t bothered to argue… he was going to be busy with this one long enough for her to work on the next set of restraints anyway, so there was no need to pick a fight over it. It was frustrating, however, that nearly thirty bars into the process of hunting for Selkolla he had barely had a whisper of progress.

The process was simple enough. He walked into each bar, ordered a drink, and asked after a regular named Selkolla loudly enough he could be overheard easily. He stayed there long enough to drink a beer or two to give time for word to travel that someone was looking for her. He also bought some other people drinks, asking questions of other regulars… even as a foreigner, a few rules were universal, and one of them was that if you were willing to buy people alcohol they were easy to talk to. Only a few regulars even mentioned thinking they might have heard the name before though. He could only hope that they were lying and someone called her the moment he turned around to warn her of the suspicious man seeking after her.

The latest drink arrived in front of him, and he turned to the bartender. “Know a woman named Selkolla?” he asked. “Real beautiful lady?”

The big guy behind the bar simply shrugged his shoulders. “Never heard of her, sorry.”

Max sighed. He quickly pounded the drink then, reluctantly, he rose. Max’s head was heavy with exhaustion as he rose from the barstool he sat on and walked around the bar. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he felt that he needed to move to clear his head. He didn’t think… he just walked, pacing back and forth as he thought. This was getting frustrating. Max was used to being able to be more… proactive… in his hunts. There were so many bars in the city that it would take forever if he was to go to all of them and ask for Selkolla by name. He wanted to get this over with quickly so he could move on and get onto the next mark, but he had to complete this one first.

Abruptly, Max realized he wasn’t sure where he was. He had been walking… had walked out of the main room of the bar without consciously thinking about what he was doing. His head felt foggy… he shook it, trying to clear his vision. It was unlike him but it looked like, without a thought, he had wandered into an unfamiliar room… a bedroom somewhere above the bar he suspected. The well-furnished room was warm and comfortable and it had a large, round bed in the center of it, decorated with red sheets. Max rubbed at his temple, dazed, trying to clear his mind as he felt hands on him from behind, soft, delicate, and feminine… but stronger than steel. Then he was being shoved forward and stumbled, falling onto the bed. He tried to scramble back up, recover himself but Max found himself suddenly so lethargic and uncoordinated that he couldn’t do much but fall on his face. With what felt like a herculean effort he managed to turn just enough to look up at the… woman… standing over him.

She was unbelievably, perfectly beautiful.

Really.

That was the only thing he could think of. That thought and that thought alone stopped his thought process in its tracks, and every time his eyes focused on her again his brain seemed to restart like a skipping record. His suddenly foggy mind had difficulty pushing far enough to the side to even think about anything else… every other thought he had kept circling back to her like it just bypassed his conscious mind and focused on something deep and animal. This need was severe enough that it practically reduced him to some kind of drooling ogre. Somewhere deep, deep, deep beneath it all Max registered that he was in danger but it was so hard to hold onto that idea… it was like someone had trapped his mind in a hall of mirrors, and everywhere he looked it circled back a distorted version of the same thought over and over again. Beautiful. Perfect. Beautiful.

Max fought back, circling that thought, seeing it from other angles. It was easy enough to examine her body, at least. She was tall and large-breasted, with skin like cream and dark black-blue hair that cascaded down her shoulders in silken waves all the way down to the small of her back. She was dressed, although it did little to hide her body… she wore a tank top that was at least two sizes too small and served mostly to outline her breasts and the hard nubs of her nipples beneath the fabric, and it ended more than an inch above her navel. Her denim shorts were so short that every inch of her thighs were on full display, or at least every inch that wasn’t covered by the fishnet stockings that crept up and up until they vanished beneath the shorts. She was curvy with wide hips and large breasts, and everything about her screamed of softness and comfort. She looked gentle and fertile and welcoming, like he could vanish into her embrace and all his worries would disappear… but even then there was a strange shimmering to that appearance, an unreality to it.

By the time Max fought his way free enough of the thoughts to even notice what she was doing, he had been moved onto the bed. His shirt and his backpack had been left on the ground when she forced him onto his back. His hands were thrust above his head and off the side of the round bed, bound to chains coming from beneath it. Max instinctively struggled to pull at them but his efforts seemed so weak even to him, and he was distracted easily… it was hard to stay focused on what you were doing when the raw sex oozing from the woman touching him kept leaking into his brain. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen straddled him, sitting on his waist and looking down at him with bright, ice-blue eyes. “I heard that someone had been looking for me,” she purred down at him, her hips shifting in a way that was very, very distracting as it rubbed her ass over the tent he was making in his pants. She chuckled, a husky, sensual sound. “I wasn’t sure who that could be. A parent or lover of the dead, perhaps? So lonely he couldn’t wait to join them?”

Max worked his mouth with extreme effort. “Suh— Sel— kolla…” he forced between dry lips.

She smiled at him, and that smile almost made his brain melt out through his ears. “That’s meeeee. It is nice to have fans,” she said cheerfully. “But what kind of fan are you? A thrill-seeking fool questioning if the legends are true? A lost little lamb on a doomed quest for vengeance? Normally, when people know my name it is because someone told them about me… and few enough of those people are walking around.” As she spoke her appearance seemed to blur, shifting ever so slightly… becoming even more attractive, if that was possible. Some part of him processed that… she was shifting to match his idea of ideal beauty, more precisely than any natural living woman could have ever managed. Perfect. Beautiful. “So… who is it who told you of me? One of my rare repeat playthings? One of the cults that worship me from their sad little basements? Some enemy from the old days?” She shivered with anticipation and it made her breasts do some amazing things, even through the tank top she wore. “This is going to be so much fun, unwrapping the little mystery… and before the night is out you are going to tell me everything, little plaything.”

Her hands pushed down his stomach and she grabbed the hem of his pants, tugging at it as her other hand glided over his exposed chest, teasing him. Every touch of her skin on his threatened to obliterate his ability to remember how to think, or even to breathe, but Max tried to hold on… the woman was arrogant. She hadn’t bound his feet at all, and there was only a single point of restraint. Nothing she had done so far spoke of any particular ability to out-muscle him… if he could get his mind free enough of her influence that overconfidence would be her downfall. Right now, he needed to reverse the situation… his mind drifted to the collar and chains inside the backpack. He only had to reach them…

Selkolla dragged her touch down his body until both hands rested now at the waistline of his trousers. Two fingers gave a playful flick to unsnap the button of his jeans, and then her agile digits had dropped the zipper, sliding it slowly down over the awkward bulge he was making until the tension released and he sprang free, his cock leaping skyward in his boxers as she laughed in delight. All thoughts of the collar vanished into the haze her touch invoked. “Well look at you,” she purred as she wrapped one hand around him, squeezing softly as she dragged her hand up and down slowly over the thin layer of fabric. Her other hand raked through his soft brown hair, the palm of her hand caressing the stubble on his cheek. “Such an eager, good little boy down here, isn’t he?” Her face moved forward, licking across his chest… her tongue caressed his well-defined pecs until her mouth found his nipple, pulling it into her lips for a second before she continued. “I don’t think this is the first time you have had a woman on top, is it?” she purred. “It might be the last though. Depends on what you have to tell me…” Her hand slid inside of his pants, gliding beneath his underwear and inside to feel along the rigid length of his cock. Max breathed in deeply when he felt her soft fingers caressing over his shaft, a beautiful contrast between heat and chill as she wrapped around him. Her hand curled around his member gently, almost delicately… slowly working it back and forth between her tightening grip as it became firmer one fraction of a degree at a time. “I think this magnificent thing might be worth playing with for a bit, at the very least… even if it turns out I have no other need for you after that.”

The dark-haired woman grabbed onto his pants with her other hand, tugging the now loose things down his legs. Selkolla licked her lips when his large cock sprang free from the tight confines of his underwear entirely, her bright eyes shining with playful lust as she looked at it. She laid down on the bed between his spread legs, her head poised right at his inner thigh and gazing longingly at his erect member as two fingers traced up the bottom of it. Her eyes raked over his muscled arms, his fit chest, his hair, eyes piercing eyes, and she clearly approved of what she was looking at even before those eyes swiveled like guns to look at his cock. “Such a specimen of the male species… more than worthy of seeking me out, anytime.” Her gaze peered past his cock to look into his eyes. Max watched with a rapt and captivated stare at what she was doing to him, her lips stretching into a possessive grin. “Mine now,” Selkolla whispered, then she licked her tongue out across her lips before she leaned in close to his manhood. Her warm tongue lapped across his balls and then dragged up the right side of his cock.

Max, who had been fighting to get his thoughts back under control, shuddered as he lost his grip on the walls of his sanity, tumbling further back down into the hall of mirrors she had created in his mind. “Don’t worry, precious,” she purred, her breath fluttering against skin that felt impossibly sensitive. “You’re going to love this. Probably.” Selkolla chuckled. “See, I know what men want… but this isn’t about what you want, now is it? It’s about what I want…” Her tongue felt devilishly hot against his skin. It was soft and smooth, gliding across the rigid pole. “And right now what I want you to tell me is who sent you here. You can tell little old me… I won’t be mad…”

Max took in a deep breath, hands tugging and pulling at the restraints over his head. He sucked in some air as he felt her tongue get closer to the tip of his cock, but she never did go all the way. Selkolla sank back down on the bed, putting her face closer to his balls before indulging him that much… keeping herself from where he really wanted her lips and tongue to go. She was trying to break him into talking, never quite touching the most sensitive parts of him. Max felt what she wanted like a yank on his soul… sort of how he imagined it would feel to be tugged around on a leash. He wanted to make this woman happy, to tell her what she wanted, to seek her forgiveness, and worship her. He resolutely kept his mouth shut, instead, using every bit of discipline he had cultivated over more than a decade in his trade to keep his thoughts loyal to him alone. If he revealed what he was really doing here, his purpose, and what he had in the bag, that would be it for him. A short, ignoble end… and then what would Astrid have to say about that?

Probably just a quick laugh.

He focused, locking down his mind, trying to think about anything but how good her tongue felt on his dick. Keeping her guessing and busy while she had her fun would buy him some time, at least. His eyes looked back down his broad chest to see her raise onto her elbows. Both of her hands were wrapped around his shaft, working it up and down slowly. Her fingers stopped just below the crown of his cock head before she pushed them back down again. She grinned up at him with an evil smile. “Mmm, stubborn boy,” she whispered. Her head bent down to take the tip of his cock into her mouth and she gently suckled on the tip at first. Slowly, the pressure increased. He could feel her warm tongue circling over the head of his cock, and his hips shifted from side to side in unthinking need.

To say that it felt good was an understatement so vast he could only call it a lie… The pleasure in Max’s balls was building to a crescendo that he could not hold back, brought on effortlessly by the succubus on the bed with him. Idly, Max wondered if she might be ruining him, stealing away his ability to enjoy other women by simple dint of the superiority of what she could do for him. He had always found something to adore about each and every woman he had ever had but Selkolla’s grip on his soul was so complete he couldn’t imagine her not eclipsing each and every one of them. He did his best to buck up into her mouth, held down by her hands as her tongue swirled around him, closer, closer, closer…

The warm flow of hot seed splashed into her mouth as Max lost the battle for control and Selkolla eagerly sucked it up, moaning in pleasure the whole time as she locked her lips around his head and let him spill shot after shot onto her impossibly warm, soft tongue. His whole body had been reduced to a tingling mess by the time she pulled off of him, opening her mouth long enough that he could see the pool of semen accumulated in the hollow of her tongue. Then she closed her mouth, swallowed, and slowly, sensually opened her mouth again, licking her lips to show that every trace of his seed had vanished into her stomach.

Selkolla raised her body from the bed on her elbows and smiled at him even more. “The first one is always the fastest, lover. I’m glad we could work together to get that out of the way… you’ll last so much longer now.” She crawled up his body with languid, liquid grace, looking more like a prowling cat than a woman as she moved up until she could stare down into his eye as she flattened him to the bed. Her hips hovered on top of him, pussy bared and spread, ready to take his cock. Her arms pinned him down at the muscular shoulders as she spread herself further. “I think I am going to enjoy this,” she purred as one of her hands grabbed onto his still-erect cock and wiggled it back and forth between her thighs. She teased the tip against her pussy lips, smearing her wetness over him to join with what her mouth had left behind. “Going to tell me what’s going on, plaything? Maybe we can make a deal… if this cock is half as much fun as I think it is, I might even keep you around for a while so we can do this every… single… day…”

The offer shouldn’t have been tempting. It was anyway. She was like a snake wrapped around his heart and mind and soul, both venomous and constricting… squeezing on his will even as the poison of her presence raced through his mind and sent him roaring down feverish trains of thought that only ended in red-hot searing blazes of pleasure. The offer wasn’t real… he knew that. Selkolla had no intention of making a deal with any mortal… let alone one who had his secrets. She had no prolonged use for him now that he was in her claws… if he could not stay sane and ready then he would die like so many others had once they fell into her clutches.

Selkolla stared at him for several more seconds waiting. Then she smiled. “Pleasure before business,” she purred. “I can respect that…” Her hips rocked over the head of his cock and she lowered herself, and every other thought vanished as he felt the molten hot warmth of her pussy lips as they embraced his cock as he began to open her up, splitting the lips and wrapping them around him. She pressed down even more, gasping when the thick head popped inside of her pussy. With her hands pressed down onto his bare chest now, Selkolla started to ride Max. Her hips lowered slowly down, swallowing up his hard cock as his member vanished between her silky folds, sinking deeper and deeper at the painfully slow pace she had decided upon.

Selkolla groaned in pleasure as she raped the man underneath her, and it was obvious any pleasure that he felt was an unconscious result of her perfect body… all of this was for her sake. When she was done with him there would be nothing left. For Max, staying so completely silent save for the occasional groan of pleasure was all but impossible, but he managed. “Perhaps…” she purred, pondering. “Perhaps another orgasm will loosen your tongue. Or perhaps I will keep you like this for days until you are so desperate to pop that you are just screaming. Is there really nothing you want to say to me?”

Under most circumstances, Max might have said a lot to a woman half as beautiful as her… especially now that she was fucking him hard and fast without him having to do the work. She was good too - She not only perfectly anticipated every yearning urge of his body too perfectly to be natural, but she also knew what to do to make him last. Her hips would rise up, slam down onto him, she would slowly grind her hips around and then she would start over again. When she could feel his heartbeat increase or his breath get a bit too excited, she would slow down her pace to make it last even longer.

He wasn’t sure how long she kept him there, thrashing in mindless need, yearning to break free, to run, to fight, to wrap his fingers around her delicate neck… to hold onto her breasts and worship them, to embrace her against him, to bring those perfect lips to his mouth. At last, it seemed that her own needs began to eclipse her patience. She slammed her hips down on top of him again and again and again until she pushed him over the edge, and he could feel his spunk firing off deep inside of her in jerk after jerk of his twitching cock. Selkolla licked her lips as she leaned down over the top of him and kissed his cheek, her warm, soft breasts pressing directly into his bare chest. She ran her fingers through his hair teasingly as she stared right into her eyes, his dick still twitching inside her as if it wasn’t sure if its goddess wanted it to be still hard or not. “Still nothing to say, hmm? No word on who you’re working for?” Selkolla shook her head. “That is a damned shame. I might have kept you around for longer.”

Max clawed his way upward in his mind, the sense of danger growing now only a little bit utterly drowned by the sense of lust and need. He knew that it wasn’t an idle threat to get rid of him… not after what Astrid had told him about the woman. Selkolla might like some fun and games but that wasn’t her true nature… she was a cold-hearted killer that would get rid of him at a moment’s notice. His hands yanked and tugged on the chains that held him, only realizing now that his wrists were bloody… he had never stopped pulling at them and trying to get free, even as his conscious mind had retreated deep into himself, the pleasure and lust and need driving his thoughts away from his freedom. Even after all this time, however, there was no give in the chains that tied him to the bed.

That fight, the look in his eyes, was evidently what Selkolla had been waiting for. She grinned wider as she looked down at him and her tongue licked over her lips. It wasn’t a sensual lick either. This was more of a hungry lick that a predator gave when they had not feasted in a long time. Her mouth opened wide, canines too sharp to be human glistening in her mouth as she grabbed onto his head and pressed it down to the side, baring his neck to her. Adrenaline gave Max another surge and he managed to push his neck away from her a little. However, she had all the leverage and he was still unable to escape his chains… his heart racing a mile a minute, she patiently waited for him to tire of thrashing before she pinned him back down. “Thank you for the lovely cock,” she purred as her mouth descended slowly. “Goodbye, whoever you are.”

Then the descending edge of her chin brushed against the ring Max had gotten from Mr. Root’s bag, hanging from the cord around his neck instead of on his finger.

Astrid had been very specific… Selkolla was the source of the vampire legends. She went for the neck. He might not have enough sense at the moment to use the ring Mr. Root had given him to defend himself, but that was what preparation was for… so he wouldn’t have to.

When she touched the metal, something happened. The metal ring flared brightly enough that for an instant Max could see Selkolla’s bones through her skin. Then a surge of energy poured outward and with a shrill cry she was knocked back like she was a golf ball struck by a club. The powerful discharge smashed into the succubus and flooded through her, stunning her as she sprawled on the ground of her private fuckpad, temporarily senseless. It wouldn’t last long, but it was the opportunity Max needed.

The haze of lust and confusion that had been surrounding him since he had walked in here burned away like the mist with dawn. With the ring active, Max felt better than he could ever remember feeling before… stronger, healthier, and quicker of thought. He jerked on the chains that bound him, and they ripped apart at the weakest link, a piece of each restraint shattering as he quickly rose from the bed and dove for his backpack. The ring wouldn’t last long, or so the letter claimed, and he didn’t want to waste any more of its energy than absolutely necessary… his hands flew into the bag, closing around the chains and collar that Astrid had forged. Selkolla was starting to stir again… moving with haste just one step short of active desperation, Max lunged at her, cuffed her hands behind her back, and slammed the collar closed around her neck.

The instant that collar closed he felt it… a sudden lack of pressure against him. The succubus was surrounded in some kind of seductive haze, a power she had over anyone who looked at her. The ring had let him fight through it but it hadn’t taken it away… when the collar closed around her, though, the power vanished enough that Max gasped and staggered from how he had been bracing against it without realizing. Reaching up to his neck he grabbed the ring and took it off, wanting to stop the surge of power and rapidly everything returned to normal.

Except for the unbelievably beautiful naked woman in the collar right in front of him.

Max lifted the succubus and threw her face down on the bed, and only after he had done that did he allow himself to let out a breath of relief. That had been… close. Closer than he wanted to think about. That play with the ring around his neck had seemed like a good idea when he had done it but he had considered it a backup plan, a last resort. He hadn’t expected his resistance and strength to be so utterly beneath the task of stopping the Selkolla, that she would be so effortlessly able to do what she wanted with him. He tried to console himself that she was about a thousand years old and had been preying on men without being stopped that whole time, but it still stung. Still, he could allow himself to relax at least a little now.

The weapon he had been given worked… He had her.

Selkolla was coming out of her daze and beginning to struggle against her bonds, and he wasn’t going to make the same mistake she did. He quickly closed cuffs around her legs as well, holding them together as she jerked and pulled on the bed, seeming to already struggle for freedom before she’d fully come back to consciousness. When she did, her eyes focused on him, and she drew back her lips in a snarl. “You son of a bitch,” she snarled, and there was nothing pleasant in her voice now… it was cold with rage and had something subaudible behind it that he could feel in his bones when she spoke. “Take these off me and get your hands away from me before I—”

He slapped her across the face.

Perhaps Max was a little angry from being overcome, or maybe he was just hopped up on adrenaline from the fight, but he hit her harder than he had been intending to. She went momentarily silent as her face snapped to the side - more from shock and outrage than pain he thought, but that didn’t matter. He stood over her and he could feel the impact still stinging his hand as he admired his latest catch… every bit as lovely as she had been in the throes of his desperate lust. That wasn’t to say she was the same, however. For one thing, her hair had changed - it was a shimmering drape that transitioned between black and blue in a way no human’s natural hair ever had. Her ears had lengthened and widened, and her pupils were cat-slitted… most likely whatever non-human-looking elements of herself she was hiding couldn’t be concealed anymore the moment the iron collar closed around her. According to Astrid, Muspelheim iron was like a ground for magic. The fossils mixed into the ore, the bones of giants - which sounded no less crazy to him today than it had a week ago - were so hungry for magic that they sucked in everything they could get like a very, very dry sponge. The effect was that no one wearing the metal could work any magic at all… it stripped away every element beyond muscle, bone, and sinew that made the wearer dangerous.

“Bastard!” she snarled, narrowing her eyes. “I’ll kill you! I’ll flay you alive!” Max ignored her curses as he examined her body which, he noticed, was every bit as lovely as it had been before… at least what he could see. She hadn’t bothered to take off her top… she hadn’t even bothered to take her shorts off all the way and they hung part of the way off one of her legs. The bitch had been in a hurry to get on top of him. Well, if she wanted his cock that badly he could indulge her.

Max took a deep breath. Then he grabbed onto her tank top and yanked. The tight fabric, already too small and stretched to its limit, ripped with shocking ease while Selkolla screamed out in fury. “Shut up,” he growled as he ripped her clothing apart. “You’ll speak when I want you to. You think you're so special?” Max slid his hands beneath her body, finding her breasts and cupping them, discovering to his delight that they were just as soft as he had imagined. “That you can do whatever you want? You can’t… Not anymore, bitch. You’re in my world now… and the tables have turned. Let’s see how you like being the one tied up and helpless.” Max kicked her chained legs further apart, spreading them out. He had little remorse for this woman after she tried to kill him only moments before… even less than he usually had. In fact, he was positively thrilled at this. It was nerve-wracking how it had been his contingency plan that had saved him, his last resort… but it had been his contingency plan. Mr. Root’s tools, and Astrid’s knowledge, but his idea how to use the tools he had been given. He had put his wits against this ancient creature, and while he had barely won… he had won.

He needed to break her, to make her submit to him, to speak the words his client wanted… but that could wait. Right now, he wanted to revel in his victory and enjoy his prize.

Selkolla was trying to roll away from him so he climbed on top of her, a morbid reflection of how she had ridden him earlier as he gripped tightly to the chain connected to her collar. The weight of his body was enough to make it impossible for the bound girl to roll over, pressing her tits against the bed as he pinned her, feeling her perfect body beneath him. His groin pressed down into her, sliding over her luscious, rounded bottom. The shaft, still slick in the juices from her exquisite little cunt, sunk between her ass cheeks and he slowly ground his cock into that crack, dry humping his cock against her bottom.

Selkolla clutched her fingers into the bed sheets, howling in fury. Her snarls were animal as she turned her head to the side so she could get a glimpse of Max’s grinning, smug face. “You might have the upper hand now, mortal… but when you are finished, I’m going to rip your throat out!” she hissed at him.

“No,” he said, smiling. “You won’t.” Max enjoyed it when his girls had fight in them, especially on the first ride… it always made it so much better. His cock sawed back and forth between her ass cheeks, gliding down until the cock tip touched against her puckered star. “So you might want to save the bragging and bravado for when we're done here… you’ll need it. I have a job to do with you, you little cock-hungry slut, and it doesn’t end with me getting a Columbian necktie from the likes of you.” His cock head pressed against her bare bottom even harder. The entrance was absurdly tight, and Max idly wondered if this little sex doll had ever taken anyone back here before or if she was the kind of proud whore who would never even consider it. In the end, it didn’t matter… he could already tell this was going to be a fantastic ride.

Some of the slickness from where she had fucked him earlier was still on his cock and that was the only lubricant the bitch was going to get. He pressed harder, watching his cock head slowly, slowly, slowly force her tight ring open. She wailed when it popped inside of her tight confines, and Max had to groan… her ass was really tight on his cock, even sweeter than her perfect little pussy had been, and no matter how incredible the first ride had been at pleasing him, this unwilling clenching on him was even better. Selkolla thrashed, her hands tugging at the chains, her legs kicking, her head pulling against his grip attached to her collar. He could see the frustration and anger in her as she realized that she couldn’t escape… Her eyes went wide as she realized that this wasn’t some ordinary collar and chain that he had locked around her neck. That she had no way to get away. He could identify with that helplessness. She had felt invincible, like no mortal chains could hold her. That her abilities would simply let her break free. Max had learned a hard lesson about that today… he only intended to make Selkolla’s lesson even harder, and never, ever give her an opportunity to use it.

Gritting her teeth while her ass got stretched by Max, she managed to choke out the words to speak to him with extreme effort. “Where the hell… ahh… f-fuck!… Did you get… Musphelheim iron?”

Putting his hands onto her ass cheeks Max slapped them, first one and then the other. His hand prints leaving a large pink print on her ass. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know that,” he said with a smirk. “I wouldn’t answer your questions when I was at your mercy, and you think I will now? Maybe I’ll tell you someday. Not tonight, though. I’m too busy having fun this evening to talk.” Max reared back with his cock and slammed it down harder into her ass cheeks like he was driving a spike into concrete. His cock speared through the resistance of her tight backdoor hole, tearing through it. With so little lubrication, his giant cock was going to make a mess of her asshole but somehow he wasn’t worried about ruining this one… he doubted any human could. He didn’t hold back in the slightest… the way her hole gripped him was an experience unlike anything else he could have ever imagined, and he was going to take full advantage.

His cock stabbed into her repeatedly and Max enjoyed hearing her cries and sobs as the arrogant, self-assured murderess was brought low. He watched Selkolla’s face, gritted in pain as she clenched her teeth, trying and failing again and again to get her arms and legs free from the restraining chains. Astrid had been good to her word, he saw… the bindings were perfect for a monster like her. As the svartalf had promised they prevented her from using any of her strength or magical might to break them, leaving her completely helpless underneath him. Unless he let his guard down and let her get the upper hand once again, she was his prize now.

Oh, and what a prize she was. If he had thought her pussy was the best fuck he had ever had, and he had, then her perfectly fuckable guts immediately made a lie of that idea. It was like fucking a perfect hole. No matter how much he stretched her out, it seemed like she was always adjusting to be just a little bit too small for him, a little bit tighter and hotter and squeezing than it should be so that he needed to break his way through… a hole that made him fight for every single thrust and then rewarded him for his victory. Her body, he realized, was intensely well trained in perfectly giving a man whatever he wanted from it… a perfect weapon of seduction and pleasure, quite literally born to please a man in bed and be the best little cockholster possible. He normally needed to train a girl for weeks or months to teach her a fraction this much, and he suspected this was Selkolla's first-ever anal. After he’d broken her this little murdering monster wouldn’t need training at all… she would just need to be there, and her body would see to everything. Max suspected that if he turned her loose on the streets of Manhattan or Beverly Hills with a little black book it would only take her a few months to earn more as a whore than he had in his entire career as a slaver… once her reputation spread, men would give anything to sample this one.

“Ah!” Selkolla grunted out, trying and failing to maintain some shred of dignity as he plundered her asshole. Max felt certain that as used to conquest and dishing out pain and control as she was, she was equally unused to being on the receiving end of any of it. “L… listen, mortal, I know you… argh… I know you have it in for me, but we fit so well together…” she tried to bargain, and there was an almost musical tone to her voice beneath the grunt and cries and whimpers. An attempt at enchantment, no doubt… woven into her words, absorbed by the collar. “Imagine fucking me every night. I’m… I’m all but a goddess. One that would never get tired of you. One that can please you endlessly. You can have me every night. Just take these chains off of me and I will be yours.”

He knew she was suffering, so the mere attempt told him plainly of her desperation to get him to stop. Still, he slowed, and allowed her to think that he was considering it. That her desperate attempt had worked. His fat cock glided back, leaving only the tip inside of her ass, and he stopped fucking her, letting her catch her breath. “You’d be mine?” he asked her. “You’d serve me… please me, every day and every night? Give me whatever I wanted?”

“Yes!” she almost screamed. “I’ll do all of that.”

“You love my cock that much?” he whispered. “You said it was a nice one… are you really that greedy for it?”

“I love your cock!” she gasped eagerly. “Let me out of these chains and I’ll show you something really magical. I wasn’t even really trying when I let you cum in my mouth earlier… I can do so much better, leave you shaking for days you’ll come so hard. I’ll do everything you want!”

He leaned down. “You already will,” he breathed in her ear. The sensation of her tight ass squeezing on his cock was certainly heavenly, but he had many women over the years. He didn’t need one that would turn on him at a moment’s notice and try to kill him. He plunged forward once more, letting his cock glide through her tight inner walls, and Selkolla let out a surprised, pained scream. “You already tried to kill me once… and you think I’m going to give you a second chance? Even if Mr. Root didn’t want you, even if I didn’t always deliver on the job I’ve been hired to do, I wouldn’t let you go even if I believed you… and I don’t. The chains stay on!” Max declared to her.

He continued pummeling her, and Selkolla gritted her teeth, burying her face back between the bed sheets and the pillow that her face rested on. He had no intention of being gentle with her. This was both for pleasure and punishment. His cock slammed into her hard and fast, brutally fucking her insides. Her ass cheeks bounced with every thrust that Max delivered into it. “I’ll remember what you said about that blowjob though,” he said playfully. His hand came down to smack onto her bottom again, turning it a deeper shade of red. “Now I know how to tell if you’re slacking off next time.”

Selkolla grimaced as she suffered through his assault on her unguarded back door. “Please! I have money! You were hired? I’ll double whatever it was… You can go home and enjoy it. Tell your client you couldn’t find me… just leave me and I’ll take my chances with whoever he sends next…” There was no music in her voice now, no attempt at enchantment… just desperation. “Take off this collar and leave, and I’ll give you everything I have! I’ll let you go with it, you’ll never see me again, I’ll— shiiit!” Her bargaining cut off abruptly as Max finally managed to bottom out his cock in her tight, resisting ass. His balls rested against her pussy now, finding it just as scorching hot as it had been earlier. Tears swelled up in the succubus’s eyes, and she sniffled a little as she struggled. Max was again struck by how little experience she had with suffering any pain at all this creature must have… what he was forcing her through was too much for her, and there was nothing she could do to get him to stop.

“It’s not about the money,” he growled into her ear as he stayed wedged inside of her as far as humanly possible. “I have a reputation. When I have a job to do… I do it. This right here, this tight asshole… it’s just a little bonus for me no amount of money you have can match. I’ll enjoy every pleasure your body can offer before I get to the serious part of my work, and there’s nothing you can do about that, either.” Max liked that she kept trying to bribe him through various means. She was resourceful and more than likely she did have money, but he was hired to do a job. He would deliver her as promised. Then, maybe after he’d broken her and she was his, he might see about the money. Perhaps retirement was actually an option for once… he couldn’t imagine any challenge from any client would ever measure up to this one in the future.

But that was a problem for the future.

The slaver drew back and rammed his cock back in, once, twice, three times. He wanted to keep going. He wanted to fuck this tight, perfect little cumdump forever… but she was just too perfect, too tight, milking him too greedily. With a grunt, Max pressed his cock deep into her asshole once more and then his cock swelled inside of her. Warm jets of his hot cum shot out from the deeply buried head to bathe her insides with his white cream. Selkolla wailed in misery as she collapsed nearly limp onto the bed, panting for breath. Max stayed inside her, over her, holding his muscles tight. She probably thought that his orgasm being over meant they were done. She was about to learn otherwise… this was far from over. Max’s life had given him plenty of practice in shorting his refractory period, and that was with a normal girl. With a hole this tightly molded around his cock it would only be moments before his cock was hard and ready to go again. His hands gripped onto her ass cheeks, playing with them… he squeezed them between his fingers like they were clay to be molded. His hand smacked her ass cheek hard, stinging it red with his handprint.

“First lesson. Simply because I came doesn’t mean you get to rest yet, dear Selkolla. The duty of any good pleasure slave isn’t just to make hard cocks soft… it's also to make them hard again.” His hips reared back once more and his cock glided out of her ass. His cock popped free from her bottom and a stream of his cum flowed from her gaping ass cheeks. “Thankfully for you… with a body like this, you have an edge on your competition.”

Selkolla looked back, eyes wide with horror as she noticed that he was already ramrod stiff again. “No…” she whispered.

The slaver moved his cock back into position to rub over her ass once more. “Yes,” he answered. Then he thrust it back into her tight hole so she could feel his cock anew.

Selkolla shrieked when his cock went into her ass. She had managed to avoid crying through her first rape, but the realization that he was nowhere near done had apparently crossed some kind of threshold… her eyes were wet and dripping with tears now as she wiggled on the bed, struggling to get free from his cock as it violently beat up her insides, ripping apart her asshole again and again. His cock brutally slammed into her bottom over and over again while she screamed, and he enjoyed the ride her unwilling body was giving him as she fought.

The room that Selkolla had brought him to must not have been connected to any place where people could hear her scream… Either that or it was soundproofed from the inside so that no sound got out to anyone else. That made sense to him if this was a place that predator routinely used to bring her meals… and it meant he could let her scream for him to stop, to be gentle, to fucking take it out of her ass. No matter how she screamed though, no one came to her rescue, and no one intruded on his fun. Safe from the rest of the world, his cock plunged into her tight ring again and again, her opening stretching and gaping with every thrust of his cock.

Max plowed into her bottom, beating his cock into her ass cheeks and making the entire bed shake with the force of his fucking. She was truly just a fantastic fuck. Max supposed he could tell her already how she could make this end, what he wanted from her, but why bother? He was still having fun. Some simple words from her wouldn’t be enough to end his desire to fuck her, after all, so it seemed too cruel even to dangle the carrot… instead, he just enjoyed how she screamed when his cock pounded deep into her ass. The tight constriction of her ass muscles around his cock as they tried to squeeze his member out of her was perfection… the very thing that was trying to make him stop was just making it so pleasant he would never want to, his cock getting squeezed tighter and tighter by her warm insides.

His hand smacked across her ass cheeks a few more times as he fucked her harder. The bed shook, its legs rocking up temporarily off the hardwood floor with half his thrusts as he hammered into her. His second orgasm into her ass, his fourth of the night, was building up quickly, climbing to the forefront of his mind. He would soon fire off his second load into her clenching guts, and then he would have to start thinking about his true conquest of the murderous little whore… but right now he wanted just to focus on his uncomplicated, raw pleasure. The slaver put his hand down against her neck, making sure she wouldn’t move as he slammed his cock into the tight ring of muscle trying and failing to protect her once more. His cock hilted to the balls once again as his swollen member jerked inside of her. The warm pulses traveled along his cock and up to the tip. The blunt tip flared briefly before another warm spray of his potent seed flooded into her ass.

Max panted heavily, sweat dripping from his body. This time, Selkolla hadn’t made a sound but some grunts as he came inside her… pulling out and turning over, he realized that the succubus had passed out while he was assraping her, fucked unconscious. Max listened carefully, but Selkolla’s breathing was slow and steady, not concerning in any way, and he slowly watched his seed drip from her jerking sphincter. Then he shrugged and simply got off the bed, going back into his backpack and pulling out a bottle of water. Sweat dripping from the slaver’s brow, he drank deeply.

Then he pulled out his phone and made a call. “Simon? Yeah, it’s Max. Yeah, I’m still in Iceland. I’m going to need a private plane chartered. Wheels up as soon as you can manage it.” He looked at his prize and smiled as he listened to his business manager speak in his ear. “Yeah… I’m headed home.”

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