Mahnoor lay on the bed, her body limp, trembling in the aftermath of what felt like a relentless storm. The warmth of Rudra's massive coils had receded, leaving her skin cold and damp with sweat. Her heart still raced in her chest, thudding violently as she tried to steady her breath, to make sense of the overwhelming sensations that had wracked her body. Her mind was foggy, each thought blurred with the lingering effects of the primal, feral pleasure he had just inflicted upon her.
She felt broken, her body sore, every muscle screaming in protest. The pressure, the pain, the sheer force of him—it had been too much. And now, as her breath hitched and her eyes fluttered open, she saw him. Rudra, standing before her, fully transformed back into his human form, his dark eyes still gleaming with an insatiable hunger. His powerful, muscular frame towered over her, casting long shadows over her weakened form as he gazed down at her, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
But even as she lay there, exhausted, aching, Mahnoor could see it. He wasn't done. His desire hadn't been quenched, not by a long shot.
Mahnoor groaned softly, her fingers trembling as she tried to push herself up, but her arms gave way beneath her, her body too spent, too weak to move. She felt his presence looming closer, his heat radiating against her skin as he knelt on the bed beside her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and helplessness.
"Rudra… my prince…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, hoarse from the intensity of their union. Her body shuddered involuntarily at the memory of the way he had taken her, the sheer power of him overwhelming her senses. She had never experienced anything like it. And now, she feared what was to come. "I… I'm human, okay? I can't—God, I'm sore… I can't take any more…"
Her voice trailed off, her breath catching as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. There was no defiance left in her now—only a desperate need for respite, for him to stop, to understand that she wasn't like him. She couldn't endure this endless cycle of pleasure and pain, not the way he could.
"I'm hurt… I'm aching…" she whispered, her voice breaking as she begged for mercy, her body trembling beneath him.
But Rudra's response was far from what she had hoped for. He watched her, his expression darkening with something almost akin to amusement. The hunger in his gaze hadn't diminished; if anything, it had only grown more intense. His lips curled into a smirk, and before she could even react, his hand moved between her legs, pressing against her most tender, sensitive spot.
Mahnoor gasped, her body jerking as she felt a sudden burning sensation where his hand touched her. It wasn't painful, not exactly—but it was overwhelming, as if heat and energy were pouring into her, flooding her body with a strange, unfamiliar sensation. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as the soreness and ache that had plagued her moments before began to dissolve, replaced by a strange, tingling warmth that spread through her limbs like wildfire.
Her exhaustion faded, the pain evaporating as though it had never existed. She could feel the strength returning to her muscles, her body no longer weak and limp but renewed, rejuvenated. It was as though she had been reset, her body restored to its former state, ready for more.
She gasped in shock, her eyes darting up to meet his, her lips parting in disbelief. "Rudra… what did you…?"
Rudra's smirk only widened, his hand still resting against her as he watched the realization dawn in her eyes. His touch was firm, possessive, as if he were reminding her of just how much control he had over her—over her body, her pleasure, her very existence in that moment.
"I told you," Rudra murmured, his voice low and dark, dripping with satisfaction. "I'll break you, heal you, and then repeat… until I'm fully spent."
Mahnoor's heart skipped a beat as his words sank in, her body tensing beneath him. The burning sensation had left her feeling whole again, but there was a new fear creeping into her mind—because she knew what that meant. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
Rudra's eyes gleamed with a dangerous hunger, his body already hardening again, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh. His desire was insatiable, his need unrelenting. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "And I'm not done with you yet, Mahnoor. Not even close."
Her breath hitched as she felt his body pressing against hers, his hands sliding possessively along her hips, gripping her with a force that left no room for protest. The weight of him was back, heavy and imposing, his strength pinning her to the bed beneath him. She could feel him, hard and ready, his body already prepared for another round—another cycle of breaking and healing, of pushing her past her limits again and again.
"I've got a good seven or eight more fucks left in me," Rudra growled, his voice thick with lust. "At least, until I'm spent… just like you were a minute ago."
Mahnoor's eyes widened, her pulse quickening in both fear and disbelief. Seven or eight more? Her mind reeled at the thought. She had barely survived the first round, her body pushed to its limits, stretched and filled in ways she hadn't thought possible. And now… he was ready to do it again? Over and over, until his primal hunger was finally sated?
She whimpered softly, her body tensing beneath him as he positioned himself between her legs once more, his hips grinding against hers with a deliberate slowness that made her gasp. The heat of him, the hardness of him—it was overwhelming. Despite the healing power he had used on her, she could still feel the faint remnants of soreness, the lingering echo of the pain and pleasure that had left her trembling.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as she tried to brace herself, tried to prepare for what was coming next. But how could she? How could any human woman prepare for the insatiable appetite of a serpent prince, a being whose desires knew no bounds, whose strength was endless?
"Rudra… please…" she whispered, her voice trembling, her body shaking beneath him.
But Rudra wasn't listening. His eyes were focused on her, dark and predatory, his hunger consuming him completely. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and without warning, he thrust into her again—hard, deep, and unrelenting.
Mahnoor cried out, her back arching off the bed as the overwhelming sensation hit her like a tidal wave. He was just as large, just as thick as before, his size filling her completely, stretching her in ways that made her gasp for breath. But this time, her body was ready. This time, the healing power he had used on her had left her sensitive and receptive, her nerves alive with sensation.
Rudra's pace was brutal from the start, his hips slamming against hers with a force that left her breathless, her mind spinning. Each thrust was harder, deeper, as if he were determined to push her to the very edge once more—determined to break her, only to heal her again and do it all over.
Mahnoor moaned, her body trembling beneath him as the pleasure built quickly, her muscles tensing as she was overwhelmed by the sheer force of him. The pain from before had melted away, leaving only the raw, intense pleasure that coursed through her veins, making her body respond to him in ways she couldn't control.
Rudra growled low in his throat, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust harder, deeper, his body moving with a rhythm that was both primal and deliberate. He wasn't just fucking her—he was claiming her, over and over, branding her as his with every movement.
And Mahnoor… despite the fear, despite the overwhelming intensity, could do nothing but hold on.