Savage Land Heat update

Then Peter sat up, taking his hands out from behind his head and encasing himself in his symbiotic armor. He’d heard something stirring in the underbrush. An animal, something small, probably a herbivore—anything dangerous would’ve triggered his spider-sense. But it did bring him back to his senses. 

Why was he wasting his time with Laura? Well, it wasn’t a waste of time—nothing that felt this good could be—but it was foolhardy to be taking his time indulging himself when any minute, something really dangerous could stumble onto them. That was the kind of mistake Peter tended to beat himself up for later. Why not head it off at the pass now?

“Come on, we don’t have time for this.” He stood up and pulled Laura to her feet. “Let’s go.”

Laura ripped her hand away from him. “You said I could suck your cock. I want to suck your cock!”

“I know what I said. I’ve reconsidered. We can do that when we’ve gotten somewhere safe.”

“I can’t waaait,” Laura whined, staring at him intently, feeling the burn in her sex mounting and mounting. She might’ve been bred, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to be his mate, to perform for him, to have his satisfaction and approval. Being denied triggered her anger—the berserker rage that was her heritage, always lurking just under the surface. “What’s the matter? Can’t you get it up anymore?”

“I told you…” Peter began harshly.

“Is that all you can manage? One little splash of cum and then you’re out? I can’t believe I’m stranded here with such a weakling! I wish there was a real man here. Someone who could actually give my pussy a workout.”

“Be quiet!” Peter snapped at her. “We’re going!”

Laura planted her feet and refused to move. Even through Peter’s mask, she could tell how much anger he was holding back. He was actually quivering with rage. And Laura wanted that, wanted him to be as angry as he could get. Maybe being punished would actually manage to sate her.

“Fuck you, Peter,” she said brazenly. “You can’t tell me what to do!”

Peter grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back at an awkward angle. “How about I drag you from here to Ka-Zar’s place, huh? How about that?”

“Go ahead. Maybe he’ll actually be able to get me off. He must have a bigger cock than you if he’s willing to live out here instead of running and hiding like you’re doing. God, I wish I had his prick in my mouth right now!”

The hand Peter had holding her shook convulsively with his fury. “So you want to give a blowjob that bad, huh?”

“You bet I do!”

“Then let’s see how much cock that whore mouth of yours can take.”

He thrust her down onto her knees so hard that her knees banged against the ground like a bone on bone impact, then tore at the groin of his costume, unable to wait for the symbiote to retract before he hauled himself out into the open. 

Even though Laura had wanted this, practically asked for it, she still snarled with animalistic hatred for having another creature impose its will on her. Peter put a swift stop to that. He slapped her so hard that her vision swam and she tasted blood. Laura quieted down, spat out a wad of blood, and looked up at Peter woozily.

“You going to open your mouth,” he asked her, “or am I going to have to web your chin down?”

Laura tongued the healing cut inside her mouth, then eyed his naked prick. It was incredibly stiff, throbbing and quivering needfully. Laura slowly parted her lips, her mouth lolling open big enough to take his massive erection.

“You’d better give me the best blowjob I’ve ever had!” Peter hissed at her. He grabbed Laura by the hair and forced his burgeoning cockhead against her lips. “You hear me? You think it’s fun to be such a little slut, you’d better follow through! Suck my cock!”

“Maybe now I don’t wanna!” Laura spat, twisting her head away with a grimace. “You can’t make me!”

“Fine! Fucking fine!” Peter roared. “There’s one thing a whore’s good for, and if you won’t do that, then I’ll just have to make a good girl out of you!”

Laura cried out in pain as he wrenched her onto her feet, pulling her by the hair, and then dragging her to a nearby boulder. Laura didn’t even think to struggle, it happened so fast. Suddenly, she was bent over the large rock, her ass in the air. Peter webbed her into place, the webbing seeming itchy on her flushed, feverishly aroused skin. 

Then he began to spank her, his gloved hand like a wide leather belt falling sharply on her ass. Laura keened and whined, but the punishment kept coming, bringing with it not only pain, but something approximating the sensation she’d felt when Peter had bred her. Then, as now, there was a boiling warmth in knowing she was his mate, knowing she was claimed. 

Her pert ass flushed red, bruising faster than her healing could restore its natural color. Laura growled under her breath, anticipating the feeling of Peter’s slapping hand. Then he stopped, long enough for Laura to quail, feeling her healing factor wipe away the pain of the spanking and restore her glowing red ass. She wanted to kick and stomp. Peter couldn’t take away that feeling, not now that she needed it!

Then he slapped her pussy, hard, hard enough to jostle her entire body, to shift the boulder she was webbed to. Something seemed to shatter inside her, not physically, but real. Spots of color danced before her eyes. There was a hot, wet feeling to everything; the wetness ran down her thighs. Laura felt both excitement and shame. The orgasm cleared her head and she didn’t like the realization of how she’d been acting, trying to get yet more attention from Peter.

“I’m sorry, Peter… master… I didn’t mean to… please forgive me…”

“It’s too late for that now,” Peter growled. 

He circled around to the other end of the boulder, to stand in front of Laura again with his erection once more aimed at her face. In all the frenzied excitement, Laura had lost sight of how big it was. That, or it had gotten even bigger, an angry red beast with the tip drooling precum. She licked her lips, wanting to cry out at how the precious fluid was being wasted, just dripping to the dirt.

“Start sucking,” Peter said in a guttural whisper.

Laura paused, shocked, not sure this was what she wanted—a Peter who was so angry with her, he clearly intended to take it out on her mouth. She wished she could tell him that she hadn’t meant it, hadn’t really wanted to offend him, didn’t want him so mad at her even if he was giving her his cock. She wanted her old master back: harsh and strict, yes, but always with an undercurrent of care.

But she didn’t have enough words to explain all that. Instead, she wrapped her small hand around the base of his prick and submissively dropped her mouth to his cockhead.

“I’ll be a good girl, master,” she said softly.

As Peter stared down at her, Laura opened her lips wide and engulfed his straining knob, finally letting it in to the balm of her warm, wet mouth. She clasped her lips tightly around his veiny shaft and the salty taste of his erection flooded into her senses, making her sex clench with the rightness of giving her alpha a blowjob.