Frère
"You are free to make your own choice. But you are not free from the consequences of your choice,"
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"ahhhhh!"
"Mmmmmm!"
Saskia huffed a huge intake of breath as her stomach clenched and her inner walls burned from the forceful intrusion.
Her muscles tightened and her breathing became rugged as she clung to the expensive silk bed sheets for dear life, grasping whatever she could fist with her palms as her body rocked violently against the massive King-size bed.
Coey gripped onto Saskia's waist with a crushing force.
Fresh more bruises painted along her smooth skin.
His pelvis roughly smacked against her backside as he mercilessly pounded into her from behind, never missing a heartbeat.
"oh, god!" Saskia whined as his thrusts becoming more threatening and more painful.
She stuffed her face into the silk pillow that smelled exactly like the man ravaging up her insides.
She clawed at the sheets, desperate for relief before she felt him shove his fingers into her hair and yank her head back.
Her body jolted with a painful jerk as Coey pulled her back against him, flushing her dampened skin to his sweaty, muscular chest.
She could feel his breath against her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her torso and pounded into her furiously.
Coey wrapped his hand around her throat,
giving a tight squeeze as if to tease the struggling girl. "I need you to come... fuck.... squeeze me like I squeeze your windpipe," Coey bite down hard on her collar bone as he took her in doggy style.
"Ahhh, merde!" she gasped as she tried grabbing at his hand. (>Shit)
She desparately crawled his tightening grip as she struggled to breathe.
"Come on, bébé," he growled in her ear as his palm came down striking her thighs.
" Coey! " She came down from high as waves of pleasure hit her, shaking her whole body and pulsating her walls.
Her moment was short lived as Coey pushed her forward only to be flipped on her back.
Her breathing became unstable seeing the look on Coey's face.
With a harsh tug on her hair and he had penetrated her deep in his ball, that she thought she was going to die.
Within a blink, Coey had turned into a lunatic beast as he fucked her into the mattress mercilessly.
Tears had sprung up as she gripped onto his shoulders.
It became unbearable for her as she was overwhelmed with emotions, emotions that seems only Coey himself could elicit from her.
Coey slowed himself a little but didn't stop the claim.
"One more?" She shook her head defeated although she already knew what was coming.
Goosebumps puckered against her skin as his other hand snaked down her tummy until his fingers landed on her clitoris.
"You passed up that chance, you're not allowed to come now,"
he said taking her earlobe between his teeth lightly biting it.
Her throat dried up from the frequent intake of breath through her mouth as Coey started making steady strokes while rotating circles on her vulva.
She was torn between emotions as his eyes never leaving hers.
She tried to swallow, but that only made him tighten his hold on her bruised neck.
She felt her eyes rolling back almost into unconsciousness, but the drug in her system didn't let her. That only added to her misery.
She knew he was making a slow steady strokes that would make her beg him for more.
Coey pulled up her thighs into a change of position and rotated his hip making her cry out.
She couldn't resist any longer.
"Coey, please," she choked out as she tried to pull at his hand.
Saskia whimpered at the pain from how violently Coey suddenly thrusted into her.
Her thighs quivered as he started pounding her profusely.
More slaps and more scratches painting her skin.
Coey couldn't hide the amused grin as he kissed away her tears, for which, it was such one precious scene of vulnerability.
"I'm punishing you, my little traitor. But look at you,"
He slowed down again making her whimper from the need,
"Look how you have become that thing you despised, "
Coey groaned in her ear as the skins slapped against each other.
"Look how fucking wet you are for me,
you dirty harlot."
He sensually nibbled on her bottom lips as his fingers moved between her labia, flickering her swollen, sensitive clit.
All while, his heated rod never missed a beat, punishing the hell out of her pussy.
He thrust hard into her confined space, so hard the bed moves, so hard that she almost done into another orgasm. Her lips quivered and her breathing became ragged in hope of stealing orgasm without him knowing, but little did she know about the man who was currently ravaging her insides.
With a snicker, Coey changed the position and took her, focusing on his pleasure only.
"Not so smart, huh?" He mocked as she exhaled a sob.
"Coey, please, let me cum," she begged. Her exhausted body was on the verge of collapse.
Coey grinned again as he breathed down on her neck.
"Say it, Kia. You know what I wanna hear,"
With a whisper,
"Say it, my sweet girl, call me by my title,"
He moved again in the angle that instantly made her scream from pure pleasure.
She shook her head in denial as he rotated his hip and pumped in and, out.
"You're there, I can feel it." His both hands came to rest upon her neck as he picked up his pace.
"Ah, I- I- need, I need to, ahhh,"
Coey shuddered as he possessively welded her throat and fucked her, losing control of himself the moment she shattered her words.
"Yes, give it to me, milk me, moan for me,"
"Frère!"
" Merde! " (>Shit!)
"S'il vous plaît! Oui! Oui!" (> Please! Yes! Yes!)
Her eyes rolled back with one hard thrust and she was again hit by the intense orgasm.
Her vision blurred and she lost her hearing for some moment as she helplessly waited, for him to finish, for him to give her a break she desparately needed.
"That's hot as hell, "
he breathed in her hair.
His body still embedded deep inside her as he carried on till he grunted in pleasure.
More curse words and more thrusts, he came down from his high as he ejaculated while never stopping the intrusion on her walls.
Saskia let out a sob as she felt him shuddering above her before he pressed his weight onto her, with his cock still hard within her.
She couldn't even move in the slightest.
Fisting the sheet in her fist as she sobbed helplessly.
Coey refused to move as he groaned and pressed her further.
He had grown much more bigger since the last time he saw her, before she had turned him in, before she made her choice...
Minutes later, her sobs died down as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.
Coey spoke up,
" You have finally become a woman, sœur," (>sister)
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Translation - Frère = brother
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