The rain had been relentless, thick, heavy sheets pounding the forest floor, turning the earth into something wet, slick, and treacherous. Mira’s breath came fast, her dress clinging to her body, soaked through from the downpour. Every step was a struggle; her boots stuck in the mud, forcing her to stumble, making her weaker.
But Daniel?
Daniel moved like the rain didn’t touch him.
He barely glanced back, his steps sure, measured, unbothered by the storm swallowing them whole.
She hated how easily he walked away from her.
Mira tried to keep up, but the thick ground betrayed her, sucking at her ankles. She fell.
The impact wasn’t graceful, her knees hit first, sinking deep, the mud swallowing them instantly. She gasped, her hands catching her weight, her palms pressing into the cold, wet filth.
Then, his voice.
“Stay down.”
She froze.
The rain blurred everything except him.
He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t even looked at her. But there was no question in his tone, no room for negotiation.
She started to push herself up, but then his boot was on her back.
Not rough. Not yet. Just…holding. Pressing.
A silent demand.
“Lower.”
Mira’s fingers curled into the mud, her body trembling. She hesitated.
Daniel sighed, soft, amused. And then his fingers were in her hair, twisting, pulling.
“Mira.”
The warning was quiet, like he already knew her answer.
And he was right.
She exhaled, shuddering. And she let herself sink.
The mud rose to meet her, thick, consuming, suffocating in its weight. Her arms disappeared into the filth, her thighs slick with wet earth. Her dress, once delicate, once beautiful, was ruined, sticking to her skin, drenched in something darker.
Her cheek touched the ground. And still, he held her down.
She clenched her teeth. Shame burned through her, but so did something else. Something hotter. Something dangerous.
A boot nudged her chin.
Mira looked up.
Daniel’s expression was unreadable, his sharp features shadowed by the storm. But his eyes, his eyes were patient. Amused. Knowing.
“Messy little thing.”
Her breath hitched.
He liked this.
No, he had planned this.
Daniel crouched, reaching out, dragging two fingers through the mud coating her cheek.
Smearing it.
Her thighs clenched.
“I should make you crawl,” he mused, tilting his head. “Should make you beg to be clean.”
Mira swallowed. The dirt was in her hair, in her mouth, on her skin, everywhere. She should have felt disgusting. She did feel disgusting.
And yet.
“Do you like it?”
Her stomach tightened. She could hear the rain, the wind in the trees, the slow, steady sound of her own breathing. But nothing was louder than his question.
Daniel’s fingers found her chin, tilting her head back just enough to see his smirk. A trap.
He already knew.
He always knew.
She wet her lips, tasted rain and earth. And then, finally, she nodded.
Daniel’s thumb pressed against her lower lip, his smirk widening.
“That’s my girl.”
He unzipped his jeans and took out his big cock.
Mira’s heart pounded as she stared at Daniel’s thick, hard member. It was a beast, just like the rest of him, tall, muscular, with a cockiness that made her knees weak.
She felt her own wetness begin to seep through her underwear, the anticipation of what was to come mixing with the mud that caked her skin.
He leaned in closer, his cock grazing her cheek, and whispered, “You want this, don’t you?”
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips. His hand moved to her neck, gently squeezing as he pushed her face towards his crotch.
“Take it,” he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
Mira’s hand trembled as she reached up to wrap her delicate fingers around his girth. She felt a surge of power in her submission, a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the storm raging around them.
Slowly, she guided his cock to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip. Daniel’s grip tightened, and he pushed in deeper, filling her mouth with his length. She took him in, savoring the taste of his arousal, her own desire building with every inch she devoured.
Mira felt a sudden rush of excitement as Daniel’s grip on her neck tightened, his hips starting to rock forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
His cock slid over her mud-smeared face, the head pushing past her full, red lips to the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn’t stop, holding her in place as he began to fuck her face with a raw, animalistic need.
Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from above, the sound of his wet skin slapping against hers echoing in the quiet forest clearing. Her eyes watered, and she could feel the mud mixing with her saliva, creating a dirty mess that only heightened the eroticism of the moment.
Her cheeks hollowed with every suck, and her tongue swirled around his shaft as he grew more and more aggressive, pushing deeper, holding her there when she tried to pull away.
It was a dance of power and submission, a testament to his dominance and her willingness to serve.
And as he claimed her mouth, her hands reached up to his hips, pulling him closer, begging for more, her own arousal reaching new heights with each smack of his cock against her cheeks.
Mira felt the tension in Daniel’s body increase as he neared his climax, his grip on her neck tightening, his hips thrusting faster and harder.
Her jaw was beginning to ache, but she didn’t dare protest, she was lost in the filthy, degrading bliss of serving him, of being used in the most primal way.
With a final, guttural groan, he released his hot, sticky load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all, eager not to lose a single drop of his essence.
She felt the warmth of his cum slide down her throat, the taste of him mixing with the mud and rainwater, and she reveled in the depravity of it.
His cock pulsed in her mouth, and she could feel the last spasms of his orgasm before he finally pulled out, leaving her panting and desperate for more.
Daniel looked down at her, a smug grin on his face as he watched her lick her lips clean, savoring the last traces of him.
He knew he had her, that she was his to do with as he pleased.
And as the storm raged on, Mira realized that she didn’t just want to be his, she needed to be, to feel that power and control in every cell of her body, to be the vessel for his desires, no matter how depraved they might be.
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