looked untouchable again, despite her eyes having widened into dark pools of fear or surrender not long before.
She was driving him crazy with whatever she was withholding—a new toy he couldn’t get used to since he still hadn’t figured out how it worked.
He had even started thinking about her past with his best friend, trying to suppress rage over the thought of her being with him.
He wished there was a way he could erase every man from her past, and for now, the only way he could think to do it, was to take her over and over again.
“What are you doing to me?” he said as he spilled his seed yet again. He hadn’t bothered to take her advice about getting condoms. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“Good,” she spat, almost snarling in satisfaction.
“Good?” he replied as a warning before climbing on top of her again to begin the seduction process once more.
Her vicious, triumphant look disappeared quickly.
As her body started opening to him and she was once again begging him to take her, Steven realized his power was lost somewhere between leaving her body as he was about to explode, and ejaculating on the ground beside them. That he couldn’t release himself in her seemed to be the only power she had left, and she seemed to know it and relish it; she’d practically been smirking the last time he wasted his seed.
He had to own her, take her faster, harder, more...
“You didn’t pull out this time,” he heard her say in a worried voice, sometime after his hearing returned and stars behind his eyes faded to black.
“I don’t care,” he said, meaning it, then snacked on the new brand of fear emanating from her.
* * *
“Oh god—will you give me a break?” Serena said as he climbed on top of her again, just a few hours later.
“Not until I own you. Completely. Not until I know you’re mine.”
“But what do you want from me?” she cried, the quality of her voice making him pause and examine her face.
To his horror, he noticed her beautiful face streaked with iridescent tears.
His heart fell, and his sexual desire was trumped by the desire to stop those streams of despair, and mostly, stop that look of helplessness in her eyes.
It was what he thought he had been gunning for, but the thought that she was hurting in some way, that she was despairing for any reason, was doing something to him, twisting his heart in a way he hadn’t felt in ages.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Stop torturing me, please ...haven’t you had enough? What more do you want? What more can I give you?”
“I want you to have my child,” he heard leave his mouth, yet almost didn’t recognize his own voice.
Her face looked as shocked as he felt.
“What?” she asked in a whisper, and he thought it was himself questioning himself for a moment.
“That’s what I want,” he said, affirming it to himself.
“It makes no sense,” she said in a wondrous tone, shaking her head.
It made perfect sense , he thought. The way his body responded to her—it was completely biological, a need he hadn’t known he’d possessed, a secret desire that had only now made its way to the surface. Isn’t it what every man wanted? Was programmed to do? To replicate, procreate, duplicate?
So many of their kind had died anyway, and so fast. If they survived, they’d probably be partially responsible for repopulating their country...
“Have you completely lost your mind? Did we eat some shady mushrooms lately?”
“I want you to swell with my child, Serena. I want to see you grow with my baby inside of you. I want you to give this to me.”
“But why me? Why now? This is so crazy...”
“I don’t know why, but I know that’s what my body’s been going for. Especially considering the last few times...I couldn’t stop myself. You’re probably pregnant now.”
He almost didn’t see the slight transformation in her face as he surprised himself again—his heart soaring in a way he didn’t
She was driving him crazy with whatever she was withholding—a new toy he couldn’t get used to since he still hadn’t figured out how it worked.
He had even started thinking about her past with his best friend, trying to suppress rage over the thought of her being with him.
He wished there was a way he could erase every man from her past, and for now, the only way he could think to do it, was to take her over and over again.
“What are you doing to me?” he said as he spilled his seed yet again. He hadn’t bothered to take her advice about getting condoms. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“Good,” she spat, almost snarling in satisfaction.
“Good?” he replied as a warning before climbing on top of her again to begin the seduction process once more.
Her vicious, triumphant look disappeared quickly.
As her body started opening to him and she was once again begging him to take her, Steven realized his power was lost somewhere between leaving her body as he was about to explode, and ejaculating on the ground beside them. That he couldn’t release himself in her seemed to be the only power she had left, and she seemed to know it and relish it; she’d practically been smirking the last time he wasted his seed.
He had to own her, take her faster, harder, more...
“You didn’t pull out this time,” he heard her say in a worried voice, sometime after his hearing returned and stars behind his eyes faded to black.
“I don’t care,” he said, meaning it, then snacked on the new brand of fear emanating from her.
* * *
“Oh god—will you give me a break?” Serena said as he climbed on top of her again, just a few hours later.
“Not until I own you. Completely. Not until I know you’re mine.”
“But what do you want from me?” she cried, the quality of her voice making him pause and examine her face.
To his horror, he noticed her beautiful face streaked with iridescent tears.
His heart fell, and his sexual desire was trumped by the desire to stop those streams of despair, and mostly, stop that look of helplessness in her eyes.
It was what he thought he had been gunning for, but the thought that she was hurting in some way, that she was despairing for any reason, was doing something to him, twisting his heart in a way he hadn’t felt in ages.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Stop torturing me, please ...haven’t you had enough? What more do you want? What more can I give you?”
“I want you to have my child,” he heard leave his mouth, yet almost didn’t recognize his own voice.
Her face looked as shocked as he felt.
“What?” she asked in a whisper, and he thought it was himself questioning himself for a moment.
“That’s what I want,” he said, affirming it to himself.
“It makes no sense,” she said in a wondrous tone, shaking her head.
It made perfect sense , he thought. The way his body responded to her—it was completely biological, a need he hadn’t known he’d possessed, a secret desire that had only now made its way to the surface. Isn’t it what every man wanted? Was programmed to do? To replicate, procreate, duplicate?
So many of their kind had died anyway, and so fast. If they survived, they’d probably be partially responsible for repopulating their country...
“Have you completely lost your mind? Did we eat some shady mushrooms lately?”
“I want you to swell with my child, Serena. I want to see you grow with my baby inside of you. I want you to give this to me.”
“But why me? Why now? This is so crazy...”
“I don’t know why, but I know that’s what my body’s been going for. Especially considering the last few times...I couldn’t stop myself. You’re probably pregnant now.”
He almost didn’t see the slight transformation in her face as he surprised himself again—his heart soaring in a way he didn’t
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