Chapter 128. The Rabbit Was Being Preyed By The Beast That I Am**

Chapter 128: 128. The Rabbit Was Being Preyed By The Beast That I Am**

Hours later...

The second wave hit me like a freight train.

It wasn’t a gradual build. And it wasn’t a slow burn.

It was an explosion—a violent, cataclysmic eruption that tore through my body like a volcano splitting open, and I threw my head back and let out a sound that wasn’t human.

It was the sound of a beast—a deep, guttural, primal roar that echoed off the cave walls and made the very air tremble.

My back arched off the ground, my muscles locked, my veins stood out like cords on my arms, and I grabbed her—I grabbed both of her massive breasts with both hands and pulled her down toward me, pulled her into me, and my cock erupted inside her again and again and again.

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~ SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~ SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~

"RRRRAAAAAHHHHH!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~ SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~ SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRT~

I could feel it—I could FUCKING feel it—my semen surging deep, pushing past the walls of her pussy, pushing through the opening of her womb, flooding into the deepest, most sacred space inside her body like a river breaking through a dam.

And Eveline... God, Eveline.

She let out a scream that was so long, so full, so shattering that I thought the world might crack in half.

Her whole body went rigid, her eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites were visible, and her mouth hung open in a scream that had no sound at the end—just pure, raw, transcendent release.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH—!"

She was shaking. Not just trembling, but convulsing.

Her pussy was clamping around me like it was trying to eat me, sucking, squeezing, milking every last drop out of me with a ferocity that was almost violent.

And I wasn’t done. I was not fucking done.

My body was still bucking, still roaring, still pumping load after load into her womb, and I pushed her back—pushed her gently but with purposepurpose—and she rolled onto the bedroll behind me.

Her legs were spreading involuntarily, her body arching, and I could see it... I could see the mixture of her juices and my cum squirting out of her, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the fabric beneath her.

She was soaked in us. Soaked in me.

"Roland... Roland, please—" she gasped, her voice wrecked, her eyes half-open and unfocused, her ears trembling so hard they were a blur.

But I was still cumming. Fuck yes... I was still cumming like nonstop, and I grabbed my cock.

It’s still hard, still twitching, still overflowing—and I painted her.

I painted her stomach, her thighs, her breasts, her face, her hair, and her everything.

I marked her like territory. I marked her like she was mine and I was hers, and there was no world outside this cave, no past, no future, just this...

And the way she looked beneath me, covered in me, dripping with me, her eyes glazed and her mouth open and her body still twitching from the orgasm that was still rolling through her in waves, and I thought... I was going to die right here.

"You... you’re insane," she whispered, and her voice was the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.

Then she did something that made my blood boil.

She reached down and grabbed both of her thighs—pulled them wide and pulled them open. She looked at me with those half-lidded, glassy eyes.

She said. "Do it again~! Do it again, please...! I can take it more from you~!"

"Eveline, you just—you just came so hard you nearly passed out—"

"I can take it," she repeated, and there was something in her voice—something feral, something ancient, something that had nothing to do with the sweet, shy girl who’d been afraid to touch me an hour ago.

Her ears were standing straight up... plus her eyes were locked on mine. And then she dragged me forward.

I didn’t have time to think. My body moved on instinct, on hunger, on a need so deep and so old that it predated language itself.

I thrust into her... Full force this time. With all of me.

The impact was so hard that the air left her lungs in a single, sharp GASP—and then she screamed.

Not the scream of pain. And not the scream of pleasure.

It was actually the scream of both. The scream of a woman who had been filled... and fuck yes... she’s truly, completely filled—and who was never going to be the same again.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Her head buckled back. And her spine arched.

Her fingers dug into the bedroll and tore the fabric. And her eyes rolled back, and for one terrible, wonderful moment, I saw nothing but white, and I thought she was going to faint.

Then her body snapped back into focus, and she was looking at me with an expression I’d never seen on any face in my life... a look of total, absolute surrender.

"Go," she whispered. "Go faster...!"

And I went to do it right away.

I went faster than I’d ever gone.

Faster than I thought my body was capable of.

My hips were a blur, my thrusts were relentless, and every single one of them buried me deeper into her than the last.

And Eveline... Eveline was screaming.

Not just screaming, but howling. Her voice was raw, her throat was raw, her entire body was raw, and with every stroke, her pussy was clamping and squeezing and pulsing around me like it was alive.

It’s like... it was breathing, like it was talking to me in a language only my cock could understand.

"RRRRAAA—OH GOD—RRRAAA—"

Her hands were gripping the bedroll so hard her knuckles were white. Her thighs were shaking.

Her ears were twitching in a rapid, frantic rhythm, like they were trying to process the sheer volume of pleasure that was crashing through her body.

And I could see it... her eyes rolling back again, her body going rigid, her breathing stopping, and I thought, ’She’s going to pass out.’

’She’s going to pass out, and I’m going to—’

"Hold on," I growled, and it was the most important thing I’d ever said. "Eveline...Hold on to me!"

And she did.

She grabbed my arms with both hands and held on like I was the only thing keeping her from drifting off into the void, and she screamed through her teeth, and she kept going, and we kept going.

The cave kept shaking, and the stars kept watching, and the night kept on...

Because we were not done.

We were never FUCKING done.

The control was gone.

I could feel it slipping away like sand through my fingers—no, not slipping. It’s dissolving, actually.

Every rational thought, every shred of restraint, and every civilized impulse I’d ever had was being burned away by the fire that was Eveline.

My body had taken over. And my instincts had taken over.

I was no longer a man. I was something older.

Something hungrier.

Something that had been waiting a thousand years to feed.

And she knew it.

She knew it and she loved it.

Because this—this was the thing that broke my brain every single time: Eveline, with her soft face and her big, innocent eyes and her floppy, adorable ears and her gentle, shy voice.

She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly. She looked like she needed protecting.

And yet here she was, beneath me, her voice a low, honeyed whisper against my ear, her breath hot and wet against my neck, saying things that made my blood roar.

"You like this, don’t you, Roland?" she murmured, and her hands were sliding up my back, her nails tracing slow, agonizing lines along my spine. "You like how I feel around you..."

"How tight I am. And how I’m clinging to you."

"Eveline—" I couldn’t even finish the word.

"Say my name again," she whispered, and her hips rolled against me... just once, just a slow, deliberate roll, and her pussy squeezed around me like a fist closing. "Say it like you’re desperate!"

"Say it like you’re mine."

"Eveline," I growled, and it came out like a threat, like a promise, and like a prayer.

She giggled—that sweet, innocent giggle that had nothing to do with the words she was saying—and then she whispered the most dangerous thing she’d ever said to me. "I want you to break me, Roland..."

"I want you to give me every single drop you have!"

"Every."

"Single."

"One."

And something in me snapped.

I grabbed her by the hips, and I pounded.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

I pounded like a man possessed, like a beast that had finally cornered its prey, and every thrust was harder than the last, faster than the last, and the sound of our bodies colliding.

PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!

That wet, heavy PLAPPLAP echoed through the cave like a heartbeat.

PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!PLAP! PLAP!

Her pussy was clinging to me; I swear to God, it was like her body had recognized what I was, recognized the beast, and it was welcoming it, wrapping around me with a desperate, almost hungry intensity.

"GRAAGHHHHHHH!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! EVELINEEEEE!!!"