Sacrificed to the Beast: My Raw First-Night Fuck in the Rose Manor

My phone buzzed non-stop during those chat days. His words: raw, dominant, promising to claim me like stolen roses. No names, just hunger. I chose the manor spot he described—eerie, moonlit, overgrown with thorny wild roses. Heart pounding, bare feet cold on dew-soaked grass, I stood before the massive wooden door. It creaked open before I knocked. No turning back. Tension knotted my gut. Was this the thrill I craved? Adrenaline spiked as I stepped in, shadows swallowing me. His growl echoed in my head: ‘You’re mine tonight.’ Chills raced my skin. I climbed the stairs, hand trembling on the rail, light spilling from that door. Pushed it open. Luxe bed with carved naked women bound in roses. Fireplace crackled. I warmed my hands, sensing him behind me. Hot breath on my neck. Claws grazed my cheek. No words needed. I was soaked already, urgency burning after days of sexting filth.

His massive body pinned me. Furry chest against my torn nightie. ‘You owe me your vitality, slut,’ he snarled, voice gravelly in my skull. Claws ripped fabric, exposing my tits, belly. I gasped, nipples hardening. His cock—thick, rigid—thrust against my ass. ‘Gonna fuck the life back into me.’ Dirty promise. I whimpered, fear twisting into lust. He spun me, eyes black fire locking mine. Tongue rasped my neck, salty sweat mixing with his musky fur scent—like wild earth and sex. Pinned me to the bedpost. Claws traced my thighs, nicking skin, blood beading hot. ‘Spread for the beast.’ I did, legs shaking. Fingers—no, claws—plunged in, scratching walls. ‘Wet cunt begging.’ I bucked, moaning. ‘Fuck me raw, take it all!’ He growled approval. Grabbed his throbbing shaft, rubbed it on my clit. Then rammed in. Brutal stretch, filling me balls-deep. ‘Mine!’ Pistoning hard, hips slamming. I screamed, nails in his fur. Orgasms crashed—one, two, ripping me apart. Juices squirted, soaking sheets. He didn’t stop, claws on hips bruising. ‘Cum again, feed me!’ I shattered, walls clenching his pulsing cock. He roared, flooding me with hot seed, endless spurts.

The Approach

I woke gasping, husband snoring beside me. Dawn light. Nightie shredded, red claw marks streaking my skin, cum leaking between thighs. Not a dream. Phone silent now. Back to mom, wife—stranger in daylight. But my pussy throbbed, craving his call. That savage fuck rewired me. I’d answer next time. No hesitation.