Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Eight
HER
I scream as his teeth dig into my thigh. The bite of a vampire triggers a dopamine release in their prey so they’re less likely to fight back. Like a mosquito numbing the area as they feed. But I don’t feel good about this. I don’t feel pleasure despite the orgasm still ripping through me. It’s too much, too intense, all the rage and pain and fear of the last few hours pouring out of me like an open dam. Dear gods, I do not want this. Don’t want him.
I want him to stop. To listen to me. To show me he cares enough to want to listen.
But once again, he is ignoring my screams.
Just like he did when I was strapped to that chair.
His arms are around my waist, holding me down as he spreads my cheeks open, and his tongue is lapping from my pussy to my ass, then burying itself deep in one hole and then the other. I cry out as I struggle to get away, crawling across the bed on my stomach. But he’s too strong for me to stop without my magic.
My chest heaving, I sob, “You’re hurting me.” The words are broken, barely discernible even to me. But the truth of them resonates in my soul. I needed time to think, to stop feeling so damn raw before he fucked me. But he couldn’t even give me that. He doesn’t care enough to respect my pain, my boundaries. He’s simply taking what he wants without any thought to me.
My mouth pressing into the sheets, I whisper, “You’re breaking us, Varius.”
Breaking me all over again.
Breaking my heart.
My will to fix this. Us.
And yet he does not stop.
He actually groans as he crawls after me as I try to get away. He rims my ass with a finger as he removes his fangs from me to tongue my pussy. I cry out as he fills my ass with one slow stroke of his hand.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers up your ass,” he says as he wraps his other arm around my waist and lifts me up onto my knees. I tremble as I try to get away, my limbs weak and sluggish from blood loss, but one strong hand on the lower part of my back keeps me exactly where he wants me.
“Varius, please,” I beg. “Just stop...please just stop.”
He lines his cock up with my pussy, and on a long groan that I feel all the way between my thighs, he pushes in deep.
“That’s it,” he grunts as he thrusts inside me. “This is exactly where I want to be. Nestled inside your pussy and ass.” His finger works its way in deeper, moving in rhythm to his hips.
I gasp at how much he’s stretching me.
“You’re so godsdamn wet,” he groans. Pulling out, he grabs a fistful of the sheet between my legs and wipes it across my pussy, making me clench. Then his dick’s pushing back in, filling me even more so than before.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. Squeeze me just like that.”
His hand lands on my ass.
I yelp.
He smacks me again, and tears blister my eyes as it feels like he just wants to hurt me. Just wants to punish me like he did when I was strapped to that chair.
“Varius, please don’t –”
Ignoring me, he starts to move his fingers once more. He presses my face into the sheets, and I gasp hard and fast as the pain in my ass is matched only by the pain in my heart.
I want him to stop.
I just want him to stop.
He groans. “That’s it, baby. You’re taking my cock and finger so well. Can you take another one?”
I shake my head. “Don’t.”
“I bet you can,” he says as he pulls his finger out of my ass. Then two tips push up against it. “I bet you’re such a good girl that you can take three of my fingers while my cock is stretching this beautiful pussy of yours.”
I whimper.
Try to crawl away.
He slaps my ass again, then pushes down on my upper back, forcing me to stay still. He pulls his cock out. Another tip of a finger joins the other two already there and then all three digits spear their way inside of me.
I cry out as he stretches my ass. “It’s too much! Varius, stop.”
“No, baby. You’ve got this. Just relax and let me in.”
His fingers push in deeper. His voice turns more ragged. “That’s a good girl. Take me in just like that. Fuck, baby. Yeah, just like that.”
“I don’t want to. I want you to stop.”
He starts to thrust them inside of me, his palm hitting my ass, he goes so deep. I close my eyes, fighting back the tears I’m tired of giving him. Burying his fingers deep, he lines his cock back up with my pussy.
I tense, knowing there’s no way he is going to fit without tearing me.
“That’s a good girl,” he groans as he slowly starts to fill my pussy with his cock. “Fuck, if I could make a duplicate of myself, I’d be licking this pretty pussy at the same time.”
Despite myself, I whimper, imagining his head there, his tongue stroking me while I’m filled with his cock. His free hand comes around and wraps around my face, cupping my cheek. His fingers push against my lips. I try to turn my head, but his grip is too solid, and he slips his fingers inside, now fucking me in every hole.
He grunts and groans as I squeeze my eyes tighter still. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come. I’m going to fill this hot, wet pussy of yours and make you pregnant.”
He thrusts into me, smacking our hips together as he fingers me in my other holes. I try to stop the orgasm from building, the heat from growing in my stomach and making my toes curl. I don’t want this. I don’t want –
I cry out as it splashes over me, spreading out from my pussy to set off every nerve in my body. I jerk and scream and come so damn hard, I forget how to breathe. I can only pant, only drag in great big lungfuls of air that come out as harsh little whispers that leave me light-headed. My eyes close as the orgasm shakes me, even stronger than the last one. He thrusts inside my ass and pussy and mouth a few more times and then comes inside me on a roar.
“Can you feel that, baby?” he pants. “Can you feel my cum filling you up?” He tenses his cock, making me feel it, making me jump.
I whimper as I nod frantically, tears flowing down my cheeks. The release is too damn intense, breaking me apart as all the emotions that have been beating me down for the last few hours come spilling out.
The rage and pain over my torture.
The fear of losing our child after having just learned of her existence.
The agony when he left me broken for hours.
The anger over his thick-headed stupidity when he got back and called me crazy.
The heart-wrenching sorrow over thinking I killed him when I stabbed him in the chest.
The fear when he bit me.
The anger when he ignored my pleas.
The pain where he broke us all over again.
There is also the unwanted lust and the confusion about what is happening, about what he is, and how I feel. And dear gods, I don’t know how I feel.
My hatred of him is clashing with my love. My disgust of him touching me is going to war with my desperation to be held by him, soothed by him. I’m terrified that his treatment of me in that chair was not a one time thing, but I don’t know if I have the strength to walk away. Don’t know if leaving him will hurt more than staying.
All those things get tossed into a massive pot behind my eyes, and it boils over down my cheeks. I cry with my head pressed to the sheets and my ass in the air, sobbing out my heart and all the emotions that are leaving me wrecked.
And fuck, I’m so confused.
So godsdamn confused about what is happening.
He falls to the side, his cock and fingers slipping out of me. There is a soft thump as he hits the mattress.
I don’t look at him.
Can’t look at him.
I’m just consumed by my tears, by the overwhelming emotions that are crippling me.
Hurting me.
Breaking me.
I told him to stop, and yet again, he did not.
How can we ever come back from this?
We can’t.
We just fucking can’t.
Bawling my eyes out, I wrap my arms around myself, giving me the comfort he does not.