The Big Bad Wolf’s Little White Rabbit

Chapter 1.1



“Ah!!!”

 

Xiaxia felt as if her pussy had been pierced and ripped apart by a stick. The pain in her tight pussy made her cry out in agony, and the sensation of being forcibly violated filled her with such panic, yet she was powerless to escape.

 

“Ah… no… don’t… ah…”

 

The more Xiaxia struggled, the more fiercely and mercilessly the massive cock thrusting into her pussy pounded, as if it wanted to nail her to the bed and ravage her ruthlessly.

 

The narrow, shabby wooden shack echoed with the woman’s miserable cries. The small bamboo bed creaked and groaned under the force, and the two intertwined bodies on it resembled a helpless little white rabbit and a big gray wolf.

 

The man’s skin was dark and his physique strong and towering, contrasting sharply with the woman’s delicate, fair, jade-like skin.

 

With both hands, the man forcefully spread her two snowy white legs even wider. His scorching hot cock, slick with the juices sliding from her pussy, thrust deep into her core again and again.

 

The man panted heavily, relentlessly pounding the delicate body beneath him. Watching the woman struggle and sob beneath him—her watery eyes filled with despair and pain—greatly fueled his endless desire to dominate.

 

A faint, wicked smirk curled at the corners of the man’s mouth. His long, bony fingers spread wide, grasping and kneading her round, snowy breasts. As his body moved rhythmically, his hands worked like a rider on horseback, rubbing and tugging back and forth.

 

“Ah… ngh… it hurts… ah…”

 

Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she begged the man to stop his beastly desires. She knew it was all in vain, yet she clung to a sliver of hope, wishing he would relent and spare her.

 

 

The stinging pain in her pussy gradually gave way to an unbearable sensation—something akin to an itch, yet also a strange pleasure, surging layer upon layer to the tip of her heart, both thrilling and intense.

 

The man pounded her hard and fast, showing not the slightest hint of tenderness or care, yet under his relentless thrusts, her juices flowed more and more.

 

Xiaxia desperately wanted to break free from these inexplicable changes in her body, but she couldn’t help sinking deeper, as if her body no longer belonged to her.

 

It hurt—a lot—but there was an inexplicable comfort, like a long-suppressed emotion finally finding its release in this moment, a mix of pain and pleasure bursting forth.

 

“Ah… ngh… ahhh…”

 

Noticing the shift in her body, a wicked glint of amusement flashed in the man’s dark eyes. He gradually eased his force, but each thrust still plunged deep, striking the most sensitive spot in her needy pussy, only stopping when he hit that tender core.

 

Xiaxia didn’t want to admit it, but with every deep thrust, she felt like a bird set free, soaring higher and higher with each motion.

 

Yet as the man slowed his pace, her wings seemed to lose their strength to climb. She didn’t want to fall—she wanted to keep flying…

 

Her pussy, as if obeying some unspoken command, clamped tightly around his cock every time he pulled back, refusing to let go despite how massive it was—thicker than her wrist.

 

“Ngh… ahh…”

 

“Hah!” The man let out a mocking chuckle between heavy breaths.

 

“Already feeling good? You’re such a slut!”

 

His words hit her like a splash of cold water, snapping Xiaxia out of her euphoric haze. Her dazed, watery eyes half-opened, helplessly gazing at the man’s chiseled, handsome face.

 

Truth be told, he was striking—even with that mocking, roguish smirk curling his lips, it still captivated her mind, seeping into her blood like a potent poison.

 

“Ah!!!”

 


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