"YOU'RE A VIRGIN!" he shouted it like he was surprised.
Of course she was a virgin! How could she ever be with anyone, once she knew of her past and what was going to happen! She knew him and how he could get sometimes! How many had he killed for her simply looking at them too long. She could only imagine once he found her, he'd want to hunt down every last partner she had, and slaughter them. So she didn't have any! She hoped...HOPED, if she gave herself to him this time, it would be enough, and no one would have to die because of her.
Admittedly, she hadn't expect things to 'progress' so soon. She always knew he was going to do this, she just didn't expect it to happen here and now. She thought he'd whisk her away to some unknown location but everything was happening so fast! When Harold had left the room, she assumed Jesep was just going to tell her the plan, what he required from her, in order to exit her current life. She'd made it clear she wouldn't fight him and things had sort of exploded from there.
She bit her lip looking up at him now. He had her feet spread and was poised over her. Even thought she knew what to expect, she still found herself petrified. She always feared the pain but seeing his member now also gave her another thing to fear. She- In her mind- In her nightmares she'd seen it hundred of times but it had always been fake. Now it was all too real before her and bigger then she thought it would be. She could see every veiny detail of it as it twitched and pulsated with desire. She wanted to wake up but knew she couldn't.
She wanted to cry but he'd already told her to stop. Strangely... when he was threatening her. it almost sounded like he was asking questions "You want this, right? You want me inside you, right? To take you away and not hurt your brother?" Maybe he was messing with her...testing her somehow? Of course, what could she really say or do. She loved her brother and didn't want him to get hurt. She said yes...whatever he wanted but there was something...something off about him.
He was different somehow. She recalled earlier when he first realized Esma was Gigi. She had felt something then and when Eyo had walked into the room, she recognized his aura having felt it before in her dreams. Yet when Urel came into the room...she hadn't felt...anything like that. Of course she'd been terrified to no end but something felt...off.
He started up again trying to jam it in her. It hurt! She closed her eyes and told herself what did it matter if she felt anything or not, without a doubt she knew it was him! She just wanted this to be over and done with! He pulled back and she wondered if something had happened. She opened her eyes to see him still looming over her. He seemed...hesitant. Perhaps he wanted to wait and savor this moment in a more private setting? He glared at her sex then let go of her. A wave of unexpected relief washed over her but it didn't last long as he grabbed hold of her once more, readjusting himself. She looked into his eyes and he now seemed dreadfully determined.
He put a hand on her abdomen, pinning her to the floor, then he took himself up with his other hand and placed his member at her entrance. He spoke then, more to himself then her. "No matter what I do, this is going to hurt. Might as well get it over with!"
Horror beset her once more. She had wanted to get it over with too but there was a different! She didn't have a fucking choice, he did! He didn't have to do this! She couldn't help but cry out. His eyes flickered up as if he was suddenly aware of her presence. He smiled at her, with a cocky grin then nodded and said, "I'll make it quick."
His words brought her no comfort whatsoever! Her eyes widened as he scooted her closer to him. She realized he was going to get it inside her...no matter what. She grasped hold of the tarp beneath her, uncontrollably sobbing. She didn't think she could do this. She tried to think of her brother and his safety. She reminded herself she had no choice! She never had a choice! It was always going to happen...in every life. He would find her and take her whether she wanted it or not.
She shivered as he pushed and she felt her body refuse him. Maybe she could ask to hold off until her body felt ready or to try something else to ease him in. She choked "Uh MAYBE"
"Shh," he hissed, "Keep quiet!"
She closed her mouth as he adjusted himself once more. He pushed again putting his weight behind it. She felt the intense pressure... the pain of his tip forcing its way into her. She felt like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, they were so wide. He kept pushing, holding her still. He made it so her body had no choice but to break under his might. She cried out something fierce as she felt the head of his penis finally pierce into her.
He quickly moved the hand that pinned her abdomen down, clasping it over her mouth. "I told you to be quiet," he hissed in frustration.
Tears trickled down the sides of her face. She could barely see her vision was so blurry, all she could do was feel every second, every inch, ripping into her virgin body. It felt like he was tearing her apart like he was sinking a knife into her instead of his penis. Her body began to give way more and more as he jerked pushing harder than ever.
She spiraled into agony, everything in the room started to vibrate, it shook and began to slightly lift. She could feel the hairs on her body stand on end. She knew it was her powers, she...she was in so much pain she...she was losing control! Every fiber of her being wanted him out of her, off of her! She felt a rising within her and then her eyes flashed to something on the ceiling the shadow it grew bigger and bigger taking up nearly the whole ceiling. It waved its hand about as if to say 'Na, ah ah….the promise...remember….you promised to go willingly for Harold."
Genoa balled her hands into fists around the tarp, she'd already wadded up. She breathed deeply trying to control herself...control her powers. The rattling stopped and the items settled... she let out a burst of air through her nose in relief. She relaxed her tightened muscles, if only for a second then she felt him, fully shove up into her. His pelvis collided into her as her body finally shattered beneath him. She choked seize on her tears. He lifted his hand from her mouth and she cried out as she felt his mouth smash against her own, in a disgusting kiss. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she struggled not to bite down on it.
When he pulled away he shuttered with such pleasure and hissed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck this pussy, fuck this oh so delicious pussy! Yes! Yessss!"
He held himself still for a moment that seemed to go on forever. Then he pulled back and was gone, lost in a world of his own as he plunged into her once more. She heard him grunt and groan as he unleashed upon her. Her eyes blurred with tears and she could barely see as he pounded her body into the floor. The music was still playing, she'd almost forgotten about it. The dramatic tones matched her breaking heart. She could barely hear it... it felt so distant… everything felt distant as she tried to just lay there and take it. Yet every part of her cried out with such agony. She felt like she was on fire...like she was being burned from the inside out.
After a dozen or so excruciating thrusts, she felt wetness wash over her and realized she was bleeding. It was enough to lubricate the friction between them but did little to lessen the pain...the pain. She had know what to anticipate from her nightmares and still it did not compare. It had not prepared her for this unbearable quaking within her. She trembled as his thrust became wild. They began to slide about as the tarp moved underneath them and paint got everywhere.
He moved his hands about her body grasping hold of her breasts. He held onto them so tightly, she felt like he was trying to pop them. The pain, the pain...THE PAIN! The burn, the burn...THE BURN! She could barely think, gasping, choking on her tears as her body ignited. Slowly the pain, the burning began to change as something dark and deep within her stirred.
Genoa gasped, her heart quickened as she felt something and realized what was happening. It was rare but sometimes this happened in her nightmares. It was the worst part! She turned her head to the side ashamed. He tore into her, opening her to the very core. He violated every aspect of her being and she hated him…hated this! It was horrific! Yet still... she felt this sickening undeniable heat, building between her legs.
She recalled the dream she had of them dancing in the nightclub. How she had desired him…had wanted it. She trembled with emotion feeling disgusted with herself. She refused to accept…to acknowledge that someone as awful as him could sometimes make her- make her- She whipped her head to the side trying to stop it, to shut it down! SHE HATED HIM! HATED HIM! HATED HIM! HE WAS A MONSTER! THE MASTER OF HER NIGHTMARES! HE RUINED EVERYTHING! DESTROY EVERYTHING SHE HELD DEAR! HE CRUSH HER AND BROKE HER, DOWN TIME AND TIME AGAIN. HE SHATTERED HER FUCKING WORLD!
And yet- And yet- And yet as much as she denied it her body could not. She shook with such intensity! This piece of shit, sick fucking bastard caused her the greatest pain she had ever know and yet sometimes- She rolled her eyes back in her skull as it hit hard. Sometimes he also gave her the greatest pleasure she had ever known. Her body gave way, fully pulsing and pumping with orgasm. It was her first and so fucking powerful. Her lips trembled as it washed over ever inch of her...an uncontrollable pleasure, mixed with such agonizing pain and devastating shame. She tried to hide it… to pretend it wasn't happened. She cried out, yet it didn't come out as a whimper but a deep, loathsome moan.
She madly squirmed beneath him as he kept going. He didn't let up on her for a second, bucking into her. She cried out the pain was still there...it was sharp mixing and mingling with the pleasure. She instinctively reached out, grasping hold of him. She dug her nails into his back and dragged them down, tearing up his skin. He roared out as she came to life beneath him but it only added to his euphoria.
Her eyes darkened as such intoxicating pleasure overtook her once more. She came hard, her orgasmic wave thundering through her body. She felt like she was going to explode with pleasure. She wrapped her body around him, clinging to him for dear life. In turn, he clung to her as if she were the only other, in all of existence.
Genoa madly whimpered, filled with such self-loathing... she was truly disgusting… TWISTED DEPRAVED TO NO END! AFTER LIFETIMES OF TORMENT AND ABUSE SHE'D BECOME A FUCKING MASOCHIST! She hated every part of herself that derived such pleasure from the pain he inflicted upon her. She angrily shuttered and yet as a glorious feeling overtook her once more, reasoning, her sense of right and wrong blurred. No matter how much she wanted to deny it...to condemn herself and curse him with the furry of a thousand suns...he completed her in a way that no other could.
Her muscles... that had never known the girth of a cock, wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him, milking him for the seed that swelled deep within him. She threw her head back in utter ecstasy bearing down on him, pushing him up into her cervix. She felt the tip of his head burst through and he began to scratch her uncontrollable itch.
For several minutes the two mindlessly grinded into each other and then...and then...the hardest one yet hit! It was like a fucking steam engine had crashed into her. She gasped choking on her euphoria. Such pleasure rippled through her core, sending shock waves through out her entire being. Her nerve endings lit up as her body almost seemed to glow with pleasure. She couldn't think she, she couldn't feel. She didn't fucking want to ever again!
Her eyes rolled up into her head once more and stayed there like she was having a seizure. Her body uncontrollable, twitched and jutted against him, bringing forth his own fruition. He clung to her, shoving into her as deep as he could and stiffened. All time stopped as he released within her. He'd cum not even an hour before he didn't think he had much left, the way Esma had suck him clean but his body had held back...his body had been storing something special…waiting… waiting all his life for this moment of his true release.
He sprayed into her, filling her up completely and for a moment she felt good...so sooo soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. She reached heights she had never known before crashing back down. Just as suddenly as euphoria had overtaken her senses, despair came crashing down on her. She felt bad...so so fucking bad...so wrong. Her vision came into focus. Her body was curved. The top half of her was pulled back, while her privates were attached to his. He rested his forehead just under her breasts, catching his breath. She could hear him still panting with exertion and pleasure.
She swallowed her entire body aching. She felt weak...suddenly dehydrated. She tried to move to get free but he wouldn't let her, he held her to him with an iron grip. Tears streamed down her face once more as she madly cried out. "I hate you. I HATE YOU!" It wasn't for him but herself.
Jesep didn't want to pull out. Never in all of his life had he felt such a pussy wrapped around him so tight. When he learned she was a virgin, he'd been quite surprised, after what she painted and the way she painted it, he assumed she knew what it was to be fucked. Yet there she was before him completely untouched.
He'd considered stopping but the idea that she had been when no other that he could be her first and only, was too good to pass up. Either way it was gonna hurt, even if she wasn't a virgin. He was too big for her cunt. He knew it would take some breaking in so to speak before she could really accept some pleasure and yet it would seem he was mistaken.
He cooed never wanting to forget this feeling. Right now, everything was just so perfect. In this moment she was completely his, pussy and all. He breathed her in deeply then kissed her chest. He'd never come so quick nor so hard. He could still feel her body twitch around him, greedily milking him for every last bit of his seed.
He felt like he'd dropped quite the load for her first time. He pleasantly smiled realizing he would drop buckets more. Yes she...this was his...his...HIS! And she still had her ass and mouth. He doubted those had been taken as well. He beamed excited by the prospects of taking every part of her in time. He gathered her up in his arms as she mumbled to herself. He ran his face across her breasts even thought they were smattered with paint, he loved the feel of them. He couldn't resist taking a bite. He tore into her tender flesh until he drew blood. She cried out and jerked, trying to pry him from her, but she would learn he didn't let go until he wanted to.
When he finally released her skin, she quickly tried to cover it and soothe the wound. He grasped hold of her neck and squeezed it. He wanted to see his handiwork...the first of many marks he would leave upon her. She let her hands drop and he licked the blood from her breast until it was clean. He got some paint in his mouth and spit it out on the floor. He pulled back then admiring his teeth marks...the purple and blackening of her bruised skin. He chuckled to himself as she sobbed like a little bitch. She put her hands over her eyes shaking.
He saw something then, beyond her...something on the wall. It looked like the shadow of a man, standing behind him. He pulled her off him dropping her to the floor and turned round quickly ready to face his attacker only to find no one. He looked about the room. There was no place for someone to dart behind so quickly. It was just him and the whimpering cunt.
He sat back on his knees, ran a hand through his hair and looked back at the wall. The shadow was still there...it must be a painting, yeah one of hers...though he hadn't seen it before when he'd looked about. It suddenly waved at him, Jesep pulled back nearly falling. His eyes widened as he heard a dark whisper. "HeLlO aGaIn,"
Jesep held his chest like he was having a heart attack...his vision blurred...with shadows… spires… dark armies… his dark armies...his empire. His eyes blackened as dark veins spread out from the center of his chest and then and then-he heard someone yell!
"DON'T TOUCH ME! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" Jesep realized it was Harold, yelling just outside the door. "GENOA! GENOA!"
"Shit," he said, his mind and eyes clearing. The black pulse settled once more beneath the surface. He looked at the state of things and cursed once more. "FUCK! FUCK!" His dick was covered in Genoa's virginity. Easily covered with pants but they were both covered in paint. She was curled up, sobbing and rocking herself, obviously caught up in her head.
If Harold came in here now. He...Jesep quickly got to his feet he needed to clean up... even if it was impossible...he still had to try to make things look... not as bad. He dashed to his feet pulling up his briefs and pants...tucking himself away. He pulled up his zipper buckled his belt and looked for his tank top. He put it on making great time. He grasped hold of his shirt, thinking Harold wouldn't know they fucked just that they rolled around in paint. He pulled on his shirt and began buttoning it he heard scuffling and then, "GENOA GENOA!"
He looked to her, she'd yet to move. He ran up to her and kicked her. She cried out rolling on her back. He didn't mean to kick her so hard. He'd just meant to nudge her, to draw her out of herself. She needed to help him out here! He didn't have time to apologize. "Get up...get dressed," he hissed. She didn't move she just rocked. Clearly she was unstable. Apparently he really had fucked her brains out. He roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her to sit. He slapped her cheeks till she looked at him, "GET UP, GET DRESSED OR…or... or I will hurt your brother!"
She seized with fear at his threat. He'd just fucked and yet...that look of sheer panic in her eyes was making him hard all over again. He pressed his lips against hers without a second thought. She pulled away from him resisted him. Then she dared to look at him with spite. After the load he dropped in her pussy, she was lucky he gave her what she wanted and that he was her first. He'd fucking spoiled her with grade A cock her first time.
He wanted to teach her some gratitude and found his hand already raised to hit her. She pulled back frightened. He open and closed his fist he didn't feel like himself and yet he did. He didn't have time for this. He didn't have time to question his sanity yet again. He looked around the room for her clothes anything she could throw on. He found her ripped panties on the floor. He shoved them in his pocket. He grasped her pants and was ready to dress her if he had to when the door burst open.
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