3. Take It
Chapter three
Take It
Julian
I drive to her place, parking across the street and one house down from her address. She looks gorgeous walking toward me under the sunset, like a supermodel on a magazine but with some meat on the bones. The pain must be intensifying, as I can see her slowing down.
“Let her go, Julian,” I tell myself while tapping my thumb on the steering wheel as she draws nearer. My grip tightens. I can’t. It’s been too long; I need at least a taste.
My eyes follow her through the windows of her home once she’s inside. She doesn’t get far at all. The pain must be overwhelming because she dips down out of sight and doesn’t come back up for a while.
I make sure no one is looking out their windows, or strolling down the street before I walk past the white picket fence. The tall hedge on both sides of the house ensures no one can see me. I hurry, searching for her through every window in my path to the back of the house where I hear her yell something at her mom in Spanish. I freeze to listen but all that I hear are crickets and her sobs. The sound is like a siren calling me, and all resistance or signs of self-control disappear because I want to lick those tears, consume her pain, and feel her on my cock. Then I see her through her bedroom's window.She’s lying on her side, slowly falling asleep, wincing as her tears wet her cheeks. Her skin is so fair that I can see her red nose even from a distance.
Oh… pretty bird, you're killing me. I would've given you more time, but I can't wait. I'm too hungry.
As if I've casted a spell, her eyelids grow too heavy. I wait until I hear her breathing loud and deep before seeking a way in. Around the other side of the house, I find the back door next to the garden, unlocked.
Goddammit. Are women really this stupid? What the hell is she thinking? What if some other psycho found their way in? She’s practically begging me to come in and fuck her. It's clear we were meant to be. She needs me.
She needs me.
I take my shoes off as soon as I walk in, placing my bag on the kitchen island. After, I slowly walk around the house to close all the curtains on the first floor. From my bag, I take out the drug and syringe. A slight smile sneaks into the corner of my mouth as I encounter a trail of her clothes to the bedroom; it’s like a red carpet leading to her.
As soon as I walk into her bedroom, I crouch down next to her and whisper in her ear, “This might pinch a little, prettiest of birds.” And like clockwork, when I inject it into her carotid, she flinches and whimpers, then her entire body relaxes.
She’s my first. I’ve never dared to do this, but now that I’ve trapped her, now that I’m here, I’m going to take all of her. She's my reward for being a so-called decent member of society for so long despite my proclivities.
At the foot of the bed, I undress while staring at her, then pull the sheets, enjoying the slow revelation of every inch of her unconscious, naked body. Like a piece of art, she's only wearing the necklace and white lace panties. It's exactly what I'd wished for earlier. Her breasts are just as gorgeous as I'd imagined. My mouth waters at the thought of sucking on them. She's not skinny, but the fat she carries accentuates every curve. My dick throbs, and a drop of my pre-come leaks from it. I'm still in a state of disbelief that she's now all mine to relish. I never thought it could be this easy. Despite my psychotic hunger for her, I pace myself.
In the bathroom, I grab a small towel, wet it with hot water to wipe all the cream away. I turn her on her back, crawl between her legs, and gently slide her panties off. After wiping her, I take in that delicious smell of hers. I'm lying belly down between her legs, my face inches from her pussy while I caress her all over, feeling her skin, then kissing her inner thighs gently. My eyes snap up to her face when she lets out a long sigh, as if she were enjoying my palm caressing across her many beautiful valleys."You're so beautiful, Astoria." I kiss her inner thigh. "Has anyone ever told you that?" Kiss. "Usually, I'd control myself, but I need to have you…" Kiss. "Right now."
My arms hook under her thighs, hugging and locking them open for me to enjoy the feast that is her pussy. I watch her as I drag the flat of my tongue, pushing past her pussy lips, the tip entering her, then slipping up to her clit where I flick and suck.
I gave her a tiny dose of the drug, hoping she won’t be fully knocked out because I want her to feel everything but not have the strength to wake and fight me–almost paralyzed. Sexosomnia. It’s when instead of sleep walking, people sleep fuck. Most patients don’t remember the sex they have during such episodes, but I hope she does.
At first, she doesn’t react, and I worry I miscalculated the dose, but then her breathing quickens, and moans tumble out of her with each tongue lash I gift her clit. She likes it when I stroke and suck hard there, so I do it until I’m pleasuring her so much that her body overpowers the drug. Her hips quake and try to escape my hold. Low volumed, high-pitched moans come out of her again and again. There's a big wet spot on the bed but I don't stop. Whimpers and then a wail slip out of her as a tremble travels through her body. She's coming, for the first time, for me. I crawl up her body with my cock pulsing and begging to fuck her. “Say my name, pretty bird. Say, Julian.”
“Julian.” Her breathing starts to calm as she recovers from her climax.
“O–h. My sweet girl.”I rub the tip of my dick on her supple clit as she calls my name again.“You’re so wet for me, pretty bird.”
She whimpers as I tease her, then push a little of my cock inside her while balancing my weight on my elbow and knees. I revel in her loud, long pained gasp. “Julian.” The pain is clear in her protest, lighting a fire in me. I know I’m stretching her too much because her walls are choking the little bit of me I've pushed in.
“Yes, pretty bird?” It’s next to impossible to push my cock deeper because she’s too tight. My poor Astoria.
“It hurts.”She looks like she's going to begin weeping.
“I know, but you’re a good girl. You're going to take it. I know you will.”
I swing my hips back and forth only pushing a little past her limit. I promised myself I'd fuck her slow and then fast and hard so I wait for her to get used to the size of me. Like a virgin, she winces, whimpers and moans with tears streaming from her closed eyes. Never before have I seen a more beautiful site. With the incisions I cut and the scraping of her cervix, I have no doubts that every penetration is excruciatingly painful for her. I push with more force at the thought, and she shrieks, making my dick engorge with lust.
“Please, stop. Please–” She pants, her chest rising and falling too fast.
I kiss her cheeks, her neck, calming her, embracing and caressing her while slowly plunging into her.
“Aww… You can take me."
"No…"
"Yes. Take it, baby. Take it." I'm panting and pushing a little harder with every thrust, anxious to open her.
"Sing for me, pretty bird,” I breathe into her ear, unable to believe how perfect she is. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, her tight, unwilling wet pussy resisting, even attempting to push me out, her crying and her perfect soft body mixed with the helplessness. Now I just want the pain to be so bad that she’ll overcome her drugged state and beg me to stop in every way possible. God, she feels amazing, so wet, yet her tightness pulls my cock into her, almost hurting me. I love it.
“Please,” she begs.
I kiss her. “More, pretty bird. You look and sound so beautiful when you sing.” I'm balls deep in her when she tries to fight me. I laugh at her failed attempt to raise her arm. I push her leg up to give us both more room, then quicken my pace.
“Take it, Astoria. Take all of it.” I keep repeating. Between the pain and my lack of mercy, she can’t help but moan loudly at every thrust, begging me to stop, just like I wanted.
"Please… Stop."
“That’s it, little bird. Keep singing for me.”
A memory of Molly almost passing out from me fucking her flashes through my mind and my balls grow heavy. Astoria’s pleading gets more frequent and desperate; tears trailing from her closed eyes, the permanent anguished wince on her face, the loud crying, her back lifting off the mattress.“Please… st-stop.”
I fall in love with her trembling bottom lip and suck hard on it. With my hands fisting her hair, making her chin point up to me, I say through my gritted teeth, “That’s it pretty bird. Keep singing and taking me.” The fact that she’s fighting and begging this much, despite the drug, shows me how excruciating the pain is. Perfect. "You're perfect, Astoria."
I’m not only watching her suffer, I can feel her tensing on my cock, shaking, trying to move away and failing. My heart slams against my chest because of the ecstasy and thrill of it; scaring me into thinking I may have my first heart attack.
“I’m never going to let you go. I’m never gonna stop, my sweet girl.” I vow in between kisses and panting. Then I suck on her left nipple. Her body relaxes and her pussy becomes a soaking mess. “You like that, pretty bird? Yeah, I know you do.”I chuckle.
She doesn’t respond, but she’s still panting. In seeking the sound she spills when she's in pain, I rush and fuck her harder. She cries, her right hand rises, then falters as if it's too heavy. “From now on, you’re gonna come no matter which hole I’m fucking, no matter how much it hurts. You’re going to beg me to fill all of those pretty, tight holes with my come, because you’re mine, pretty bird, all mine.”
When her hands rise again, I pin them above her, pounding into her relentlessly, eager to fill her with my come, to baptize her as mine. Every slam into her jerks my cock with such force that it hurts me too. But I love the pain, knowing hers is at least ten times worse. Besides, I love knowing she’s hurting me because she’s been waiting for me for too long. She wails with every thrust. I’m fucking her like a savage, with absolutely no hesitancies, empathy, or consideration, her body bobbing and crashing against mine.
“Julian.” She whimpers.She’s breathing too fast, likely having a panic attack. Phenomenal. As beautiful as a supernova.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt like this–to have a delicious pussy to fuck and hurt, a mind to play with and destroy. She’ll have my fingerprints in black and blue on her skin by the morning. I don’t give a fuck. What gets me is the beauty of all the tear trails, the contortion on her face as she endures my cock over-stretching her pussy, and her trying to take it so that I can have my pleasure.
The pin pricks, and spasms roll through me hard and fast. I curve my back to push deep into her where she's the most snug when my cock twitches, spurting come again and again into her. A sound I've never made before escapes me. It's a mix of a loud groan and a roar. "Fuck!" I yell while she's sob.
I grow dizzy. The climax is so strong that I struggle to breathe. My tears rain down on her chest and tail down to her neck. We are both covered in sweat. I kiss her lips, pinch her nose and suck on her tongue. I’d never kissed anyone else, not even Molly. I’d always excused it as something I wanted to do after we married.Astoria is my first.
My cock pulsates deep inside her, gushing the last of my come. I leave it there, wishing I could stay forever, but eventually it slips out of her, limp. It wasn’t enough, but I hadn't planned for any of this to happen today, so it will have to do… for now.
I wish I could fuck her to death.
Holding her legs open wide, I watch my come slowly ooze from her. Taking some of it on my forefinger to paint her lips with it, so that I’m the first thing she tastes when she wakes up. When I look again and see more slipping out, I lick my lips, stick my two fingers into her pussy and then push them in her asshole.
“I’m everywhere inside you now, pretty bird,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll see you again soon. Please be careful. Take care of yourself.”