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Ember

H e was like a stranger, like someone else had taken over his body. At least before, there were still hints of the man he’d been, but now, it was like I’d never met this person before, except that he knew me so well.

I really did this to him? Had my actions really forced him to devolve into a monstrous person who no longer cared if I lived or died? I’d been wary of him before, but this was the first time I’d truly feared him, because he was too unpredictable now. Too predatory. Too threatening.

“Ethan-”

“I know, you want my cock, and you’ll get it. I just wanted you to see that you have no power here this time. Last time you thought you were running things, you thought you could step all over my boundaries, and bend me to your will. I’m afraid that ship sailed when Ethan died. I’d rename myself, except that I do like my name. And I do enjoy alliteration. Imagine if I married you. We’d be Ethan and Ember Erickson. All the fucking Es.”

He climbed up on top of me, sliding a finger between my legs to find probably less wetness than he stupidly expected down there. How could I be wet when I was afraid of him? He rolled his eyes at me, slapping his hand against my clit, a painful shock accompanied by a squeak from me.

“I’m not going to fuck you dry, that’s no fun.” He moved down the bed until his face was between my legs, wrapping his hands around my thighs, pinning me even more in place than I already was, and breathing out all over my most intimate area.

“I want you wet, so you feel good on my cock,” he said as he dragged his tongue between my legs, and sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Wow. No, don’t enjoy it. He’s forcing this on me.

“Stop!”

Ethan chuckled, tightening his grip on my thighs as he started tonguing me more vigorously. Every flick and swipe of his tongue made me shiver, and despite me wanting to not give in to it, I knew I was getting wetter, my own juices combining with his saliva, to give him what he wanted.

He groaned, tonguing my pussy the way he’d kissed me before, his tongue surging, and exploring, as he made guttural sounds that added to the unwanted pleasure I kept trying to fight.

“Fuck… I forgot how good you tasted. How could I forget this fucking taste?”

Ethan lifted his head, swiping his tongue around his lips, looking disgustingly satisfied already.

“And now look who’s nice and wet for my cock. Guess it’s time to fuck, huh, Ember?”

“Please don’t. You know I hate that!” Was it ironic that my protests were about his use of my name, rather than the fact that he was about to use my body for his pleasure? When did that become the bigger problem for me? The girl who wouldn’t be touched was now allowing this borderline psychotic man to have her, as long as he called her by the abbreviated name she preferred.

Ethan sat up, grasping his cock and guiding it to my pussy, rubbing it in the wetness he’d coaxed out of me with a smug grin on his face.

“Tell me you want my cock, Ember.”

“Go fuck yourself. How about that? I don’t care if you fuck me, anyway. You can’t force me to enjoy it, you asshole!” Famous last words, spoken by a foolish girl who had no idea what a man was capable of. Not really.

His wicked grin appeared briefly as he pushed inside me, groaning low as he filled me to the brim. It was weeks since we’d had sex, and it truly felt like the first time again, his cock feeling too thick inside me. Ethan wiggled his hips from side to side slightly, and a gasp left my mouth, completely against my will. No. No, that didn’t feel good. It didn’t.

Ethan smirked again, leaning down to lick at my nipples, one after the other, going back and forth to suck on them, wrapping his hands around my breasts to offer them up to his lips.

Every time his teeth grazed my skin, I flinched, but it wasn’t out of fear. I realised it was because I wanted that bite of pain, needed it even. I knew it would help me, offer me some kind of clarity or peace. Was it like self-harming? Would it affect me in the same way, or was my mind just fooling me into believing that, so I’d look forward to it?

Ethan leaned closer, sinking his teeth into the side of my breast, the pain making me squeal and curse him, but strangely it was all just adding to the pleasure he was building inside me. I told him he couldn’t make me enjoy it, but the bastard was determined to prove me wrong, and he’d already figured out something I'd never realised about myself. Pain gets me off.

Ethan

SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD pretend; that she could fight the pleasure, but I knew exactly how to play her, how to push her into enjoying what I did to her. Her sweet little body was already writhing beneath mine, and I hadn’t even had to try very hard, because she wanted me.

She fucking wanted this, and no amount of arguing or protesting was going to stop her from coming all over my cock, and when she did, I was going to fuck her like a savage. That was how she liked it, after all.

She let out a sudden gasp, and her body arched beneath mine as her orgasm crested, and rippled through her, making her clench deliciously around my hard cock, dragging a groan from me. Just like that.

So fucking easy to push her over that edge, because I knew every fucking inch of her so well. We’d fucked so few times, but every time had been like a lesson in Ember. A schooling of her senses, and my learning of her reactions to everything I did to her. She liked pain. Not a lot of it, but enough to enhance her pleasure. Enough to challenge her, and show her I wouldn’t hold back. She liked my forceful side, even though she’d feared it.

“See? You came hard for me. That’s because you’re mine, Ember. All fucking mine.” I leaned down, sinking my teeth into the skin at the base of her throat as I started thrusting hard, filling her ruthlessly over and over with my cock, forcing little whimpers from her with each thrust, and then a second orgasm that shocked us both.

Was it the pain from my continued biting of her flesh, or was it the way my body was rubbing against her clit? Was it the helplessness of her situation, or was it just an involuntary thing that she didn’t even see coming?

“Fuck… you just can’t stop coming for me, little saboteur.”

I rammed deep, filling her with rapid spurts of hot cum, my hips twitching with the ripples of pleasure travelling from my balls and back up my spine. That felt fucking amazing. That was exactly what we both needed it to be. She wasn’t crying, or shy anymore. She was glaring at me, but that flush of her cheeks, and the ragged way she was breathing, told me more than she ever would. She fucking loved it.

I kissed her lips, grinning when she tried to resist me, but softened after a moment of my lips on hers. She could pretend to fight, but we both knew she’d been waiting for me to take her away from her life like this.

“Well, that was nice, huh?” I said as I pulled back, watching the fire return to her eyes, as if she suddenly realised she’d been kissing me back like she wasn’t my prisoner, or pretending she didn’t want me.

“Can you let me go now?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Kinda want my cum to stay inside you, maybe even make a baby. You’re not on birth control, I bet?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

“Shit. Ethan, we need to be careful! I can’t get pregnant! This isn’t the way to make a baby!”

I chuckled, stroking her cheek, my dick twitching inside her at the thought of impregnating her. Another generation of psychos to be unleashed on the world. Would they be worse than her family, with my DNA involved, or would they be better, because the old version of me would be in there somewhere?

“Actually, Ember, I know you don’t have much experience, but this is exactly how babies are made. I fill your sweet, unprotected pussy with cum, and we let it take root. We let it begin growing new life.”

She pulled at the restraints on her hands, like she wanted to slap me or something. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at me, or at least it’d be dangerous if she didn’t happen to be tied, and at my complete lack of mercy.

“We can’t have a fucking baby, Ethan! This is insanity! Look at us. Look at how this is coming about. Look at the craziness in us. Look at how we’re practically already on the verge of self-destructing! This isn’t a good environment for a baby to be created in!”

Ha. Coming from a Cross, that was hilarious.

“Seriously? Your parents created five fucking children amid their depravity, and insanity, and they created five fucked up psychos. It worked for them. You’re all living proof of that. Why not start another generation of them, why not keep the cycle going? Why not unleash more monsters on this poor town?”

Ember was practically burning with fury at this point, and it was surprising how hot that was. How sexy I found it. How it made me want to get hard again immediately, so I could fuck her while she was so angry, fuck her until she softened again, fuck her until she lost this savage edge, and broke for me.

“Ethan, dammit! My family are insane, and twisted, and that’s exactly why we shouldn’t be forcing another generation of this sickness! It needs to end with us.”

“Doesn’t Blaze have a baby already? That ship has already sailed, little saboteur, and you know what? You took everything else from me, but you won’t take the opportunity to be a father from me too. It’s the last thing I fucking wanted. The only thing left that I can still achieve. Only takes a bit of cum, right? Or a lot of it. I’m happy to keep filling you with it, until it takes. The fun is in the making, after all.”

I pulled out of her, checking to make sure we weren’t losing too much of my precious cum, wondering if I could use something to trap it all inside her. Hell, if I kept filling her enough, it’d finally work, anyway. She started fighting and struggling on the bed, and I watched with growing frustration, as her movements shoved some more of my seed out of her.

If she wanted to play games, I’d play fucking games with her. I scooped it up and shoved it back inside her, ignoring her indignant cursing at me. I sat there with my fingers pushed deep inside her, wriggling them a little for the sheer pleasure of it, while she glared back at me from the pillows.

“If I have to keep my fingers in you for the rest of the fucking day, I will. That cum stays inside you, Ember, and the more you try to subvert my wishes, the more extreme measures I’ll take to keep it there.”

“My god, Ethan! You’re a fucking monster!”

I grinned at her, feeling comfortable with her words, feeling like they were validation of everything I’d become since I met her. They were. They were proof that I’d fully evolved into what I was always supposed to be.

“Thank you, baby. I appreciate the compliment.” I ignored the rest of her angry mutterings, as I spent the next hour or so with my fingers deep inside that hot quivering pussy, amusing myself by teasing her with them as much as possible, without ever letting her reach orgasm.