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The dynamics in their relationship has shifted.
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While the image isn't explicit, the writing is. Again, I ended up making to versions. The top version pops more than the alternate. You can view it below.
“N-no. . . don’t… please” I mewed in protest, but the sensation of his cock sinking into my pussy sapped my words of strength as soon as they left my lips.
“Now now, dear. No need to struggle,” the warmth of his whisper against my neck made me quiver. He knew all too well how to ignite this body’s arousal. I struggled against his clutches, but he was overpowering me with his strength and my body’s libido. “What’s a little playtime between husband and wife?”
“I’m … uh. . your husband!” His kisses reduced my words to panting coos. Some unseen need within me reached out and clutched his shirt. My apprehension was drowning in lust - why couldn’t I resist him??
“I think not, Kitten,” He told me as he began to pump my wet grove. I moaned loudly as I felt his manhood melting my resolve. “You are MY wife and you’ll learn to love it. I’ve found the power of masculinity intoxicating, darling and I don’t think I’ll be giving it up.” He growled as his hands gripped my plush ass, pushing deeper inside me and making me wail. My legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his thighs to urge him on. God help me, I wanted more!
“Please. . honey . . . ooo, we can’t.” He chuckled as he thrusted harder, my curves bouncing and clouding my thoughts with cock-lust.
“We can and we will. YOU will be my Kate now. You’ll serve your husband dutifully. You’ll look beautiful at my side and you’ll dazzle everyone in silence. You’ll defer to my decisions and you’ll live as I used to live - a trophy for your Alpha bull. You will fuck me how I want to be fucked and be my perfect, beautiful whore. And when the time comes I’ll plow deep and sow my seed until you give me an heir. And the more you struggle, the more the spell will make you submit.”
Something inside me knew he was right; He was siphoning all my lingering maleness. He KNEW I would never be able to return to the way things were after this - How could I look at my wife as a man when she knew how much I loved being a woman? How could I stand up to my wife when she knew I loved the pleasure of being fucked like a woman? Even now the only thing I could concentrate on was the feeling of being filled over and over. I could protest all I wanted but the overwhelming pleasure was making my decision for me: I would never be male again.
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