𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 - 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 & 𝘤𝘺𝘹 | 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒

[cyx.]

❝ The supple touch of his rough hand against her skin was enough to make Maeve's eyes flutter closed momentarily, as though she were savouring the pressure. The way his voice purred for her to hear was nothing like she had ever heard before; Maeve's body stiffened at them immediately, and she was glad that she was able to hold back the soft moan that wanted to escape in retaliation. There was no way for her to understand why him 'praising' her made her thighs ache with heat; the way he encouraged her to 'take it' made her want to push herself for him. But those feelings were there, embedding themselves to her movements as she worked against his stiffening cock. The jerk he made within the grip of her hair forced those eyelids to slam open once more, and she looked up to him from her lowered position. Her lips were already straining from being wrapped around his girth, and she couldn't help but compare the two Sullivan brothers; Ryan's cock never made her this sore this quick. They weren't even in the same ballpark at this point. And when their eyes met and he forced her hand from his monument of a cock, she knew this was only the beginning to the lingering pain that would envelope her mouth. Immediately as his hips began to thrust forward, Maeve felt those tears start to grow, until it was impossible to stop them from shedding down the sides of her face. There was no time to even gasp or attempt to pull away as his cock began to slam into the back of her mouth, suffocating her with its repetitive rhythm. Desperate hands clenched against his thighs, her manicured nails digging against his skin as he bore his weight into her. It was clear to the married woman that she was completely at her brother in law's mercy, and she couldn't even tilt her head without him allowing it. Blue eyes bore up at him, occasionally closing as she felt her lungs begin to squeeze from the lack of airflow they were recieving, but he always seemed to sense when she was growing lightheaded and eased off. Just enough for her to suck a deep breath in through her nose - but not before he cut her off once more, denying her a full breath to hold in. His repeated toying with her gag reflux ensured that there was no shortage of saliva to coat his shaft, allowing him to fuck himself into her face easily, so long as her mouth complied - and it did. There wasn't even a single thought within her mind to clamp her teeth down. Because she was enjoying it. Some sick, twisted devil inside of her was getting off to being treated so terribly, and the evidence was right between her clenching and rubbing thighs. Maeve knew she had to keep a facade of defiance, however, and it lead to her weak attempts to pull back - sometimes they were genuine, attempting to pull off of him just enough to fill her lungs. Each and every attempt was reprimaned by the man before her, however, and there was nothing she could do beyond accept it. There was no way she could actually try and harm the man deepthroating her; no way she could hurt the cock inside of her mouth when she'd been literally dreaming about him for two months. Even after he forced his entire member inside her mouth, impaling her throat with the monster he'd been hiding between his legs this entire time, her only thoughts were of keeping consciousness. Those hands that had taken refuge against his thighs had gone from clawing and gripping to slapping and pushing, attempting to ease him back when she began to see stars. Her throat constricted, attempting to force the blockage from its canal in order to breathe, but there was no reprieve from the girth that took up every inch of her airway. The urgent taps against his legs began to grow in desperation, turning frantic and panicked as she struggled against the grip within her hair; her head attempted to shake in order to get him to loosen his grip on her; her legs would attempt to put space between them unsuccessfully; and her eyes - when they could bare to be open for longer than a few seconds - pleaded up at him as the tears continued to dampen her cheeks, leaving her waterline effortlessly.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Merciless was the proper word to use when it came to Stephen's mistreatment of Maeve, the actions seemingly personal as if she had insulted him in some unknown manner. As if he were taking revenge upon her for her very existence. The why was something unfathomable, even to him, and yet the instinctual emotional drive was the foundation for every cruelty he was inflicting upon her. What was it that elicited such a blatantly visceral response to her entreaties, to her begging, to her desperate pleas as she ineffectually tried to fight the onslaught of his lust? Was it anger that she would even now still deny him, even though he could tell part of her wanted what he could do? That might be somehow related, but no it was more primal than that. This was a woman that could have been with him, this was a woman that should have been with him, but instead she had chosen to be with some weak willed simp while the men like him were left with the dregs of fucking society. So, he hated her for it, he hated her for her choice, and that deep seated desire to make her pay for her imagined crime permeated everything sick facet of his molestation of the gorgeous goddess. "Fucking quit, Maeve, shut the fuck up, you can take it, come on…," he hissed through clenched teeth, his guttural tone growing even more depraved as he spoke. "You know you want it; you know you want this cock. I bet you've cum thinking of being raped, I bet you've fingered yourself while Ryan lay asleep next to you, getting off right where it happened. Yeah, didn't you, you fucking whore." His cock left her throat only long enough so that he could slap her, and then a backhand, marring that beautiful face with the red handprints of his affection. What a sick little world that they lived in. The blows were disorienting, slapping her away and to the floor where he soon joined her, fingers wrapping around her wrists as he shoved her the rest of the way to the cold tile below, his feral features looming as his eyes locked on hers. Maeve was correct, there was no way she could every deny him what he might want. The sheer power in his arms, the weight upon her, revealed a strength that most men never attained. To him she was as powerless as a newborn babe, and he wanted her to feel that helplessness so that she never fought his advances again. "Why you fucking crying, cunt. This is what you want." Demented eyes blinked and he smirked as he leaned down and ran his tongue along her cheek, savoring her tears before whispering into her ear. "I bet you've wanted to kiss me. Yeah? Thought of how good it felt to be bred, wanted to seal it all with a sick kiss. Thanking me for making you feel like a woman. For giving you the best fuck of your entire life. Is that it, you want a kiss so you can taste your tears too?" His tongue smoothed its way back along her jawline until his mouth could clamp over hers, groaning into it as he shoved his tongue against hers, tasting the saltiness of her tears, her collected spit, and maybe even a small smidge of his precum laced underneath. Not that he really cared, the degradation of the act was what he thrived on, and he felt his cock flex at the noises Maeve was making. Literally bobbing in midair like it had a mind of its own. The kiss broke and his teeth caught her lower lip, giving a hard tug of her skin before he slid himself up near her face, that mammoth piece of meat slapping across her face. His hands jerked her hands together so he could clasp her wrists in one hand, his other hand free so that he could take himself by the base and feed that dick to her once more. "Come on, Maeve, back to work. Show me how much you want to be fucked again. Work hard enough and I just might fuck you again."​

 

[cyx.]

❝ The married woman's first mistake was assuming that Stephen would never lay a hand on her. When he pulled himself from her throat, finally giving her a much needed respite in order to choke and gasp for breath, Maeve was completely blindsided by the strike to her cheek. The backhand was worse, having already been thrown off her guard. She collapsed like a pathetic heap, her eyes still clenched tightly from the impact when she felt her brother in law force her fully down, and her body shuddered both from his dominating grip and the cool temperature of the kitchen floor. The tears that had stung from her eyes were still present, but the disorientation from the slaps seemed to slow their pace, and it took all her might not to whimper like a wounded bitch that had been kicked away. And when her eyelids did finally open, he was hovering over her, looming like an oppressive shadow, glued to her and domineering. She was still attempting to catch her breath, streaks of saliva as well as her tears skimmed down her chin as her jaw shifted from side to side, attempting to gain any sense of feeling back into it - not just from his cock, however, but from the blows he had landed against her. It was clear she'd been hit before with how she took the strikes, but that didn't lessen the shock she felt that they had come from Stephen. And when he leaned forward and she felt the warmth of his tongue glide along some of the fresh tears that had broke from her waterline, she finally released a winced out hiss; just the pressure of his pink muscle against her cheek was enough to make her attempt to recoil, as it added pressure to the burning hot surface that was still recovering from his backhand. "Fuck you.." hoarsely left her mouth at his taunting words, but Maeve was unsure who they were directed at - him, or her, for sensing truth behind what he said. The slick build up between her thighs was only growing as the seconds ticked by, even with the way he degraded her and physically tossed her around like his personal piece of meat. She was getting off on him mistreating her for a second time. As he initiated the kiss, Maeve attempted to resist; she tried to work her tongue opposite to where he lashed out with his own, doing anything she could to keep herself from engaging.. but the moment she felt her tongue accidentally slide against his own, what little strength she had to fight him immediately shattered. She pressed into him, sealing her plump lips properly against his own, and her tongue rubbed and collided with Stephen's, ensuring she could taste the salt from what he had licked off of her cheek just moments before. It amplified the pulse between her legs as though his hand had found its way down there, and he was physically toying with her - but in reality, it was just her own sick and demented mind, enjoying the way their tongues battled too much. Maeve didn't even realize the sounds that were escaping her into his mouth as they fought for dominance against one another; desperate little moans pulsed against his tongue as she tried to savour the taste of Stephen's saliva, and it wasn't until he pulled back to severe the kiss that it finally became apparent. One of her moans was interrupted as his teeth roughly bit her lower lip, and it escalated into a gasp; half shocked from the surge of pain, half aroused from it. The connection of his cock against her still burning hot cheek made her grimace slightly, but there was something else lurking within her head movement. Want. The way he gripped her wrists made it impossible for her to anchor herself against him again, and she looked up at him helplessly for a moment before she straightened back on her knees. Her legs inched forward, bringing her closer as her mouth opened; her head dipped just enough to catch the tip of his cock before she lifted her head once more, ensuring a smooth descend back into her mouth. It was impossible not to put her neck to work as she took him in, knowing if she didn't accommodate for his lack of grip in her hair, he'd just take that small strip of power away from her again. The blond felt him breach her throat once more, but she was thankful she had been in control of it this time, allowing her to hold a deep breath before she had initiated it. It didn't stop her from bobbing into him, however; occasionally she would pull off just enough to sneak a breath in or out from her nose, but for the most part, she was content with pushing that boundary line of nearly falling unconscious as she attempted to fuck her face with his cock. She would use his grip on her wrists as leverage to pull herself into him, and her blue eyes would drag up to his face as she attempted to impale herself once more on his shaft, allowing him to see the flickering expression of worry or enjoyment plaster over her features depending on how desperate she grew for oxygen. Never once did she intend on withdrawing from him for longer than a second of two, his words still thick within her mind; it was hard to believe she was ready to black out on a man's cock, but for the chance to feel it stretching her once more, Maeve was almost ready to do anything it took. Her enthusiasm matched the same flow she had sucked his gun off just two months prior, her tongue wiggling and lapping when she'd quickly pull back to breath, before it was stuffed underneath the underside of his cock to cushion his girth as she forced him to bruise the canal of her throat.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ "Fuck me, huh?" There was laughter in his voice, though there was hardly disapproval of the drive in Maeve to be defiant in the face of what was occurring. Though it was all pathetic pretend play in the end, as it seemed she was coming around to being more than willing once he dangled a carrot for her to work for. On this instance a cock. Maeve began to suck on that shaft like a woman desperate for air and the only source of oxygen was his prick. His hand gripped harder in her hair, but there was no particular need to force her to perform the action required, as Maeve seemed to have found her way to being a proper little cocksucker for him. That was not to say Stephen did not encourage her in other ways. Oh no. He certainly seemed to have a predilection for sadism. Stephen reached low, gripping one of Maeve's perfect tits, before jerking her crop top upwards so that her bosom was at his not so tender mercies. Unkind fingertips dug into her skin, gripping her left breast hard, squeezing as if he was engaging in an experiment to determine the point in which Maeve might yelp, and when he felt her shuddering breath across the length of his cock, those nails raked along her soft skin to grip her nipple, giving a ruthless tug. He was marking her, leaving red lines across pale flesh, and unless Maeve wanted to be found out, she would have to hide that from her husband. Even with Ryan gone, Stephen still seemed to want to cuckold him. His words were a pointed reminder of how malevolent he could become, a running litany of insults, humiliation, and degradation. Words like whore and slut were soon joined by cockwhore, fuckhole, and cum dump. He spoke them with guttural precision, as if reading rote from a script within his mind, and there was no true coherency that could be found in the whispered sounds that mingled with their sickening acts. They just joined the ranks of noises occupying the space of the kitchen, combined with the slurping spit covered gagging of Maeve's throat on his cock, and the vicious slaps that occasionally rained down on the side of her face and the tops of her breasts. Maybe, once this was over, they might have an actual conversation but any discussion of what was occurring would have to wait until Stephen was satisfied with the paces he was putting Maeve through. All the while his eyes watched her, wild and near maddened, a man on the verge of getting high but needing just a little more to find it. Stephen let it go on for several minutes until he pushed her away again, but it would not be for long. It was simply so that he could strip off his clothing, tossing them to the side so that he stood bare assed naked in Maeve's kitchen. What a remarkable sight. He was thicker than most would have guessed with the clothing he wore, chorded muscle from years of hard labor. Lack of proper eating left him skinnier than expected, but the result was almost like a bodybuilder on a cut for competition. Every inch of him was hard slabs of masculinity, brutal and ready to inflict pain. Stephen moved back to Maeve once he was done, taking her by the back of her neck as he raised one left to brace on against the stool she had been sitting on. And he guided her, guided her so that her mouth did not come to his shaft but up underneath to those heavy balls, and even further, that tight ass underneath. "Back to work, slut." It seemed Stephen had every confidence that a woman like Maeve would know exactly what to do for him.​

 

[cyx.]

❝ There was something more degrading than the way he was using her; than the way his hands were gripping, pulling, and marking her breasts for her to reflect on once Stephen inevitably left; than the words he called her, lumping proper insults that would infuriate or make a normal woman feel less than to hear. The way he watched her was the most intense, degrading thing he could have accomplished that night - the eyes of a predator, soaking up every expression on her face, while he listened for every sound that managed to escape the girth of his cock within her mouth. Even as Maeve's eyes closed from the mistreatment of her left breast, she could feel the way his gaze locked onto her, piercing through her as though he were capable of staring directly through her in some cases. The married woman had been made to feel like nothing before in her past, there was no denying that - but Stephen made her feel worse, almost. Like his little names of cumdump and fuckhole were true.. her new and accurate titles. And even still, with that knowledge, along with every burn of his slaps and rough gropes, the heat between her thighs never once began to diminish. It was almost an incentive to keep gagging on his cock, to prove to him that she was worthy to have his monster cock shocked into the recesses of her throat. The blond craved to hear him praise her again, even if he did it in such a misogynistic way. And if that wasn't obvious in how her cooperation shifted, she had no idea how to earn the praise she so desperately wanted mixed in with the crude and awful things he was calling her. When he pushed her away once more, she choked and coughed, gasping for air feverishly as though he'd been holding her under water. Her eyes opened to look up to him with confusion, wondering what she had done wrong. Her tongue greedily licked along her bottom lip, collecting every drop of pre-cum mixed with spit that had escaped the threshold of her mouth. As he stripped, she could feel the way her throat ached and felt raw; she'd be feeling his cock inside of her for days to come from the way he had her fucking her face so desperately on his shaft. With his hand once again on her head, she shuffled forward to help bring herself to him, her lips parting as her mouth widened, expecting to be forced against his cock once more. When that wasn't the case, she was eager to take his balls into her mouth.. only he pulled her past those, as well. It didn't take long for her to realize what he wanted as he pulled her mouth against his firm ass, and her eyes narrowed. She'd never explored a man's ass before; there had been some nights where she had grown curious about it, sure, but never had one of her partners ever allowed even a discussion of something like that to properly come to fruition. Ryan most definitely wasn't interested in exploring like that, either - not even on her. Slowly, her tongue pushed past her lips, and a tentative lick was made against his puckered ass, testing the waters slowly for a moment. Then another lick was made.. followed by another. The speed in which her tongue began to lap and slide along his skin grew in tempo as she grew more comfortable, and her lungs were thanking her for the small reprieve from being suffocated. Maeve's hands lifted, and she gripped against his thighs, pulling her head more firmly against him as she started to get into a good rhythm. And once she had felt brave enough, she stiffened her tongue, and probed against his tight, now slick with her saliva, ass. A shudder escaped her lips, rolling against his wet skin as the very tip of her tongue squeezed inside of him, and the grip she held on his body tightened. Maeve worked against him once more, this time pressing her face as tight to him as she could manage from her angle, and she tried again; only this time, she wiggled more than just the tip inside of him. Her tongue ached from the strain, but she ignored it, knowing it was nothing in comparison to the ache in her jaw and throat. The married woman's tongue eagerly worked inside of him, beginning to stretch his tight little hole just for her as she began to fuck him with her hot, slick muscle. As she dove her tongue into him, forcing it as far as the length of it would allow her to go, Maeve's eyes closed as she grew more intent on her movements. Her head worked back and forth against him, adding to the pressure and pace that she used. And then, suddenly, a moan vibrated against him; a moan that escaped the back of her throat before she realized it was even going to surface. The tone reverberated against her tongue inside of him, and she almost grinned at the reaction she received. With more confidence, she did it again, purposely making the moan louder, with more behind it, hoping to bring forth even more moans and delightful curses from her brother in law.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Sometimes you just had to revel in the insanity of life. Here he was, buck naked in his brother’s home, his sister-in-law working her tongue as deep into his ass as humanly possible. What kind of mad fucking world was this? And to think he had even known the meaning of the word excitement before this moment? No, this was a whole new level of arousal that Stephen had never attained in his life, and he was in goddamned heaven. Once he realized how eagerly Maeve was willing to eat ass he let go of her hair, turning so that he could leave over the counter himself, bracing his elbows on it as the women drove her tongue deeper and he gave his own little moan of appreciation. Muscular legs spread so that she could get closer to him, the thick cheeks of his buttocks opening to her exploration, and Stephen’s deep moan echoed in the room as an indicator of how pleased he was with her actions. Though there was proof enough of that fact as that heavy prick slapped against the wall of the counter. With each lick of Maeve’s tongue it flexed, pulsing with Stephen’s heartbeat, and precum fell glistening from the tip to slowly dribble down to the floor in a delicate strand. Slowly he let out a deep sigh, trying to get his own desire in hand, because if anything had made him close to cumming it was this. Stephen had only experienced it a few times in life, normally with strung out whores who did not know the time of day much less how to please a man. This was something altogether different and he knew that Maeve was something special. That there was some kind of sick connection between them. Stepehen reached out with a shaky hand, grinning as he did so, to pick up his coffee and he took a sip of the warm liquid, letting it coat his tongue. Why did he do that? Because it twisted all of this into something normal. Like it made sense for Maeve to have her face flush against his asshole while he had his morning joe. His voice was practically normal as he spoke. “I know why you need it so badly, why you can’t get it out of your mind. It’s because I was the best fucking dick you’ve ever had. And…,” he gave a low groan as her tongue hit a particularly good spot inside of him. “Fuck. Fuck…,” he said as his legs literally trembled. “…and I haven’t stopped thinking about how good your cunt felt tightening around me when I came inside of you.” “Hand me my pack of smokes. Don’t stop though,” he said with a groan. A smirk touched his face as he waited, letting Maeve fumble with the clothing on the floor, trying to find his lighter and pack of cigarettes that he had in his pocket and when she passed them up he took his time in pulling one cigarette out, tapping it on the counter, before lighting and taking a good long drag. Stephen held the deep lungful until he felt his vision getting fuzzy on the edges of his eyesight, and then released it. As he did so his other hand came down and underneath, gripping that cock so he could work himself, his knees bending just enough so that he could wriggle his ass back against her tongue, and he whispered. “Beg, I want you to beg, like a dog, Maeve. Convince me you need more, because honestly, I could never get enough of your fucking tongue. Could goddamn stay here forever if this is what you really want for breakfast.”​

 

[cyx.]

❝ It was almost empowering to have such a man before her literally shift and move in order to bend to her ministrations; to have to lean against the island counter, to grip at his own ass and pull the weight of his firm cheeks apart to give her better access to him.. Hearing him groan was like music to her ears, and Maeve found herself growing more and more accustomed to the rhythm of her tongue plunging into his taught asshole in any attempt to produce more. To be the reason that Stephen was groaning and having to shift against the counter for support. To bring such a hulking man underneath her thumb with something as simple as her tongue? The married woman didn't give a fuck what he was doing, so long as he kept letting his appreciation ease from his parted lips. Listening to his words as her tongue caressed and eased against the tight restrictions of his ass, Maeve's eyes almost rolled as he told her exactly why she needed it so badly. Needed him so badly. But her annoyance wasn't at Stephen, not really - it was at herself, because he was right. The blond attempted to ignore the truth in it when she heard his breath hitch, and she felt him tremble, stiffening her tongue to slowly caress the spot that had caused him to shudder in pure delight. And then it was her turn to moan against his ass as he finished his sentence, and her mind flared with the memory of how his cock had felt, emptying inside of her. At his request for his smokes, she hesitated; her tongue continued to swirl and lap inside of him, but she had to take a moment to come to terms with his request. Not because it was an impossible or hard task - she retrieved his pants easily after she released his right thigh to search for them. But the prospect of handing over his cigarettes so he could light a smoke in her kitchen gave her a small moment of pause. Ryan had convinced her to quit smoking when they got together; he hated the smell of nicotine, detested the taste of it on her lips. It had been one of the many vices she had let go of upon dating the younger Sullivan brother. After a moment of silent contemplation, she fished the pack out of his pants, and she lifted it, giving it a tap against him to let him know she had done as he'd asked. Fuck Ryan. Maeve listened to him work a cancer stick out, get it ready, and then light it as though this were an every day thing for them - her eating his ass out while he enjoyed his favourite vice of coffee and cigarettes. Her eyes slowly closed once more as her right hand returned to his thigh, pulling him back against her eagerly, like she'd missed the pressure of his ass arched against her mouth. Maeve's eyebrows pinched together as he spoke again, and a deep exhale left her nostrils, fluttering along his bare skin as it released. The heat pulsing between her thighs was still very evident, but she wasn't ready to bend over like some whore and take it - as much as she knew she'd love to. She made a choice to ignore his words, for the time being, and her right hand released its hold on his thigh once more in order to position between his legs. Her fingers found the hand that he had already wrapped around his cock, and she pried his grip from his shaft, almost demandingly. Once his hand was out of her way, she replaced his grip with her own, and she squeezed him tightly within the circle of her fingers. As she began to stroke him, purposely working all the way up to his tip to drag his string of precum back down his length, Maeve's tongue grew more confident. Her lips began to suck and kiss against him while her tongue invaded his tight hole, like it belonged there. The strokes that began to pick up in tempo as her hand descended down his length helped force his wiggling movements harder into her working and eager mouth, until a set rhythm was put in place between her mouth and her hand. Her left hand released his leg as well, and slowly began to ease its way between her own legs. It wasn't a surprise at how wet she felt, even through the material of her sweat pants. But the heat was a shock, and just the slightest pressure of her fingers against her dampened sex caused her to moan into Stephen's perked ass.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Oh god. Oh god. OH GOD! Did he say those words aloud or were they simply something that he thought inside his mind as that frighteningly strong orgasm slammed through his body like a freight train. His brain could not make sense of the signals being sent to him, radiating up his spine like a cacophony that could not be ignored, driving him absolutely over the edge. Had he ever felt like this before? No, he could honestly say that he had not. Stephen was not the one driving at the moment, Maeve was, having taken everything well in hand and going out of her way to prove to Stephen she was more than capable of making her own decisions. Whatever sick dynamic they had established, whatever disgusting toxic romance was blossoming, Maeve was choosing to be a willing participant. Every flick of her tongue brought a moan out of him, every suckling kiss against his ass made his legs literally tremble, and his cock swelled in her demanding hand as she jerked him off. The stimulation peaked, some kind of twisted crescendo as his hands came to rest on the side of the kitchen counter and he dug his fingers into the porcelain. A groan burst from his mouth, shoulders tightening as his head tossed back and suddenly, he came. Thick ropey strands that poured out of him, splashing against the side of the countertop and pooling to cool on the floor beneath him. His asshole pulsed around Maeve's tongue, and the only noises that came from him were incoherent little expressions of pleasure as each flex of his backside accompanied another spurt of seed. It continued until he was fully spent. Stephen began to laugh. It was a soft rueful laugh, the sound of a man who was in absolute disbelief at what just occurred. His head slumped forward so that he could rest it against the counter, just trying to recover, though he was not quite done with Maeve yet. No, he needed to at least keep some kind of control, and so one hand reached back to touch her hair. His fingers, for the briefest of seconds, seemed like they were gentle. Almost loving. Before he tightened on the back of her head so that he kept her flush against his ass. Stephen wanted to milk this moment for all it was worth, quite literally, and his sigh echoed in the room as his cigarette rolled off the countertop to fall discarded to the floor. It was still lit, and there might be hell to pay once Maeve realized that there was going to be a dark marring of the tile in her kitchen, but there was no safety hazard as far as fire went. Not that they particularly cared in the aftermath of what had occurred. Not in the slightest. The man gave another little sound in the back of his throat before speaking once again, the hand in her hair easing up so that she could do whatever she chose now. "What a fucking mess." To what was Stephen referring to? The horror of what he had inflicted on his brother and his wife? The catastrophic results of that night which now resided growing inside of Maeve's belly? The sick twisted aftermath that they were having to deal with? The hungry need they seemed to have for each other? Or just the thick pool of his cum soaking into her baseboards? Stephen patted her head and adjusted so he could turn around, looking down at her with raised eyebrows, almost curious as to what expression he was going to find in her face, and he spoke frankly. "I think you should call Ryan and ask if I can stay while he's gone. To protect you. What do you say?"​

 

[cyx.]

TWO DAYS LATER..​ Two days had passed since Maeve had discovered that the man that broke into the home she shared with her husband was her brother in law. Two days since she had told Stephen she was pregnant with his child. Two days since she had called Ryan, and asked him if he minded if his brother stayed with her - for protection.. from himself. It had been a wild few days, but they had passed effortlessly, as though this was the life she'd been living for years now. It felt so natural to be in the same house as him; the dinners and events they had gone to side by side had always been strained, surrounded with other eyes and family members that were constantly judging the pair. But here, within those walls, they could be themselves unapologetically. They didn't have to conform for anyone, to watch what slipped out of their mouths, to keep their physical urges in check. It was like finally getting a breath of fresh air after being locked in a pine box, and slowly suffocating on the same recycled oxygen. And, most importantly, Maeve didn't have to go to bed a single night without feeling satisfied while Stephen was there. Mornings weren't an exception to that, either. The married woman shifted in her usual spot on the right side of the bed, shuffling so that she was less on her stomach and coming to wiggle back into the man who she assumed was still asleep beside her. The man that was taking up her husband's spot.. but certainly was not her husband. A soft groan escaped the back of her throat as she felt her bare ass cheeks press against Stephen's own bare body, and she reveled in the heat his body naturally pumped out. But his body heat wasn't what her groggy body was after.. Maeve's ass pressed flush against Stephen's morning wood, immediately trapping his erection between her ass cheeks as she shuffled herself back against him. An approving sigh escaped the woman's lips as she got comfortable, slowly grinding herself back against him to ensure that his pulsing length was pinned securely between her curved cheeks as she nuzzled into her pillow. There was something so dirty and forbidden about grinding up against her brother in law while he filled in her husband's spot; and Maeve couldn't get enough of that forbidden fruit feeling as she felt sleep start to take hold of her once more. It was like an addiction at this point, that she had no intention of cutting off. Just as her hips began to slow in their swaying rhythm, sleep beginning to call her back, Maeve felt a deep grind back from the man behind her that took her by surprise. Without even thinking, she locked her hips from shifting away from his pressure, and she returned the grind, ensuring his dick was clenched between her ass harder. A sleepy smile pulled at the corner of her lips, and her arms locked in their position, ensuring she had better leverage to grind her ass back against him. "Morning, handsome.." she sighed softly, attempting to hold back the moan that wanted to slip into the greeting, but she failed at hiding her approval to the feel of his hips.. of his cock. "Fuck.. I love feeling your dick first thing in the morning.."​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Two days and Stephen still could not believe the turn of events, though he certainly took advantage of the benefits the situation offered. They settled into their own demented version of the suburban family. Mommy, Baby in the Belly, and sick rapist bastard Brother-In-Law. A match made in goddamned heaven. It led to wonderful nights where they fucked like the insane, mornings when they snuggled and showed tenderness, evenings when they ate dinner and spent actual quality time together. Strangely Stephen found himself not just wanting Maeve, but liking her, finding a connection with her. It was leading to something that he was not sure they would ever recover from, a slow dawning realization that at some point he would not be satisfied with doing all of this on the side. Had it been the second night when he was staring at her face as she suckled on the head of his cock, his hand idly moving through her hair while he binge watched a show, when he recognized that he might have to get rid of Ryan permanently so that he could move into Maeve’s life for good? Could he do that to his brother, someone he had known since the day he was born? And as Maeve slid a finger up inside of him to press against his prostate, milking him for every last drop, he knew the simple answer was yes. He would kill to keep this. When he had first tried to sleep in Ryan’s spot on the bed it had been remarkably uncomfortable. Was it because he could smell his brother’s aftershave on the pillow? Simply the fact that it was not his own bed? Or was it really that he knew this was not his proper place, that it was someone else’s life that he was trying to usurp. Whatever the case might have been, it had led to him demanding Maeve wash the bedding before sleeping in it again. The second night had been far preferable, maybe because he had extended some control over the scenario, and he had fallen asleep curled up next to Maeve with remarkable ease. So, it was something of a nicety, almost a comfort really, to sleepily open his eyes in the wee hours of the morning to feel her grinding her amazing ass against his shaft. Encouraging him towards hardness. What a remarkably whorish woman his sister-in-law happened to be, and it was something of a criminal tragedy that she had been wasting her holes on Ryan for so many years. Well, Stephen had resolved to ensure that injustice would be remedied. The gentleness of the morning was suddenly shattered as Stephen’s hand clamped over Maeve’s mouth and his other arm came up underneath her to wrap round her waist and jerk her close to him, removing any gap between their writhing bodies. The bitch wanted to be fucked? He would certainly grant it to her, just not the way she was likely craving. His hips adjusted behind her, moving so that the head of that thick prick found its way to rest against her backside. Stephen had let Maeve play with his, rimming him and even fingering him, but so far he had never taken Maeve anally. That was about to change. With little fanfare and absolute mercilessness, Stephen began to work the circumcised head of himself past any resistance. And as Maeve’s backside began to open to his cruel penetration, no lubrication, and no concern for the pain she was suffering, Stephen growled into her ear. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up, slut. You can take it.”​

 

[cyx.]

❝ The woman's rolling hips were accompanied by an obvious lingering of sleepiness; her movements were slow, and the grogginess that had clung to her voice was obvious. Maeve was quite pleased with the slow pace at first, teasing his cock between her ass cheeks, immensely enjoying the feel of it growing harder and harder as her hips rolled against him. Part of her had expected him to lean in, to return the grind, maybe slide his hand more secure around her to help ease her back against his chest.. say something perverted in return in her ear.. start their morning off right. What actually happened was much different than the event that had circled in her mind, and the grogginess that had clung to her evaporated almost immediately. Maeve's body tensed the moment she felt Stephen's hand come clamping down around her face, and her eyes whipped open from their peacefully closed position. This part was slightly how she had seen it - not as rough or sudden, but it was in line with her vision for the start to their day. What she hadn't anticipated was the feel of his cock being adjusted against her ass, and the moment she felt it, she exhaled wildly through her nose, her hot breath pulsating over Stephen's hand. She immediately tried to pull herself away from him; adjust her hips to align him against her hot and slick sex; to do anything that would prevent him from trying to take her ass dry.. but her strength was nothing in comparison to her brother in law. Her feeble attempt was pathetic, and she hissed and made muffled protests against the palm of his hand, her eyes immediately shifting from their wide and suddenly awake expression to slamming closed in pain as he began to stretch her virgin ass. Stephen's words blared in her ear, clear as ever, and she shook her head in response. It made her thighs clench with need to hear him tell her that she could take it, to be so careless and demanding - and she felt her stomach clench with how she was torn between being immensely turned on for the man behind her, and in the most pain she had ever felt in her entire life. It was a searing hot burn as he forced his thick cock inside of her, and she knew well before the tears released from her clenched eyelids that her eyes were watering. If it weren't for the hand around her mouth, her cries and pleas would've been audible as she shook and continuously shifted from trying to gain distance from his cock, or arch herself to try and make it easier. It was doing her head in, going back and forth between the pain and the pleasure overtaking her mind and body; but one thing was certain, for sure. Maeve was in pain, and the wet streaks of her freely flowing tears was a sure sign of that as her head shook against his grip. The woman's hands eventually landed on gripping the side of her mattress for dear life, fingers white knuckling so hard she got flashes of the night he had broken in. When he had bent her over the foot of the bed, and her fingers gripped so hard against the duvet that she thought her nails would pierce the material. The tight grip gave her a small sense of control, despite the fact that she was well aware she was in anything but control. And in an effort to try and ease the transition, Maeve locked her elbows, and used the leverage of her grip on the mattress to buck her hips back against him, arching her back better to close the distance of their bodies, forcing the last few inches of his thick shaft to rightfully impale her. As her body came to settle against his, a massive scream faded into his palm, and her entire body quaked.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Stephen was a bit surprised when Maeve shoved back against him, but really should he have been? Maeve had gone along with literally everything he had done to her, including the rape that had put a baby in her belly. What was one more hurdle for the woman to mentally get over in allowing him to ravage her body? And goddamn did it feel good to suddenly be hilt deep inside of her, stretching her wide open in completeness, the warm tight confines of her backside gripping him like a vise. But the true delight, the piece de resistance, was the sensation of her scream vibrating his hand. God above, he would have sold his soul for such a delight, and maybe he already had because surely if there was a definition for living in sin it would be the disgusting decision making of these two “lovebirds.” Stephen took the time to remind Maeve exactly what she had bargained for in her deal with the devil, grinding close so that he could definitively push the tiniest bit of prick within her that had been kept from fulfilling its divine duty, the only lubrication the little bitch getting receiving in the process was the precum leaking deep inside of her rectum. A feral grin formed on his face, felt against the crook of her neck as he whispered huskily. “Yeah, you think you can handle this, slut? Think you can fucking take what I got?” If Maeve had intended a challenge, throwing down the gauntlet, then it seemed like Stephen was going to pick it up and obliterate her. His hand left her mouth for no other reason than he wanted to hear her, wanted to give her agency to reply to him, but more so that he wanted to just properly hear her suffering. Nobody was going to find them, nobody was going to interrupt, and if somehow Ryan returned home from his trip early there was no longer any doubt that such a decision would be disastrous. For Ryan. So, Stephen was unconcerned in the extreme when he decided to begin power fucking Maeve, long hard strokes that would rattle the bedframe that they lay upon. His actions were designed not for pleasure, but to cause pain, a sick sadism permeating his soul that needed to be slaked with Maeve’s agony. Those sweet sounds of suffering just spurred Stephen onwards, showing a side of himself that he had not shown yet Oh, he had certainly shown Maeve that he was more than capable of violating her, but of hurting her beyond the aftermath of merely having sex with a well-endowed man? That he had never shown her. Until now. His free hand came to grip one of her tits, digging into the flesh with all the intensity of a wild animal, his nails gripping the skin. Concern about marking her had flown out the window, the fuckhole would just have to hide the red lines that he left on her bosom, the act bordering on lacerating her skin. His fingers came until he gripped her nipple, taking hold of the piercing and giving a slow twist so that the torture could begin. And it was barely the tip of the iceberg. A small growl left his lips as he felt her little rear tighten in a convulsion and he grinned as he slammed his hips home again, the slap resounding in the bedroom. His words were vile poison in her ear, a litany of misogyny and sick delight as he ground down whatever remaining willpower Maeve might fucking have. “Come on, you cum dump. Show me how much you love that cock. Show me how badly you need to be destroyed. I think you love it, that’s why you want me so bad. Loved being raped. Wettest fucking day of your life. Do I have to hurt you to make you cum properly?”​

 

[cyx.]

❝ There was nothing that the married woman could do at first beyond grit her teeth through the searing hot pain as her brother in law stretched her ass. Her body was rotating between locking up and quivering, even as she attempted to shift back against him to try and make the joining of their bodies easier on her. It was all a worthless attempt at a facade; there was no way in hell Maeve was going to make it out of that scenario by 'faking it until she made it'. The pressure of his cock was too much, it stretched too much, way too fast. And the way his voice reverberated off her neck made her well aware that he was enjoying himself all too much. The moment his hand released her mouth, she gasped wildly, filling her room with an echoing sound of her painful grunt. "F-uck Stephen!" she gasped, the two works barely making it out before she winced loudly and her body attempted to pull from him via the grip on the side of the mattress. It was a worthless attempt, and her thighs shook from the strain, her ass clenching around his intruding prick as though she could force him out. Despite her pain, her body's reluctance to relax and make it easier, she nodded her head naively, not ready to give up her fight just yet. "Yes," her lips quivered, coming out in the sound of her voice as she gave him an answer. "Fuck.. yes.. I c-an.." Her eyes were beyond filled with water at this point, and the tears flowed like a faucet that had been left on. And internally, she fantasized that the puddle they were forming against her pillow to be seeping between her ass cheeks instead - to give his cock something wet to help slip into her with. But he proved he didn't need anything, as though he had read her mind. His powerful thrusts began to break her, forcing his length in and out of her clenched and unrelenting asshole. Each and every pull back had Maeve's breath catching in her throat, and when he'd force himself inside of her again, it released in a moaned scream that that bedroom had never been privy to. Her fingers felt numb, like her circulation was being severed completely from the way she raveled them within the sheet, nearly pulling it off the mattress altogether with the force. She was so enthralled with the repetitive in and out of Stephen's monster monument that she barely noticed the grip he had on her breast, digging over the precious lines he had left two days prior. "Fu-uu-ck! You prick!" she winced immediately as his twist on her nipple piercing brought her back to the maneuvering of his hands, and she hissed with the sudden pain that joined how her ass throbbed around him. By the time his words were registering in her mind, she was outwardly crying, sobbing into the material of her pillow with each and every hulking thrust. And for a moment, she hated it. She hated him. The way he played with her, toyed with her sick perversions.. egged her on like she was just as vile as he was. And it sparked the heat between her thighs like it had so many times before - especially the night he had broken in and bent her over her bed in front of her husband. His brother. Maeve's sobs quivered in her throat as moans joined their releases, sending out conflicting emotions to lace together within the otherwise silent room. And then she did the unthinkable - unthinkable to her, and anyone else who might have learned of her next actions. The woman used her grip on the side of the mattress once more to hurl her hips back against his next thrust. The delivery of her ass against him had her back arching more thoroughly, and she locked her elbows once more, allowing it to work as her leverage again.. just like the first time she had slammed back into him. But this time it wasn't just to 'get it over with', no.. Maeve actively tried to work against him, to time her movements with his own, to fight through the pain and prove his words right. That she did love it, underneath the sobbing.. the pain.. the memory that would scar her mind for years to come. "Ch-oke me.." she gasped out in a broken plea, her hips continuing their joined assault against her own taught hole.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ What a good slut she was. What was it about Maeve that drove him wild? It was simply that she kept rising to the goddamn occasion. She was willing to push herself, willing to drive towards madness for him, and do the unthinkable. And Stephen, while not necessarily the brightest bulb, had imagination when it came to the cruelties he could inflict on the flesh. The abuse he was putting her through was nothing compared to what the future held for his perfect little cum dump. He tugged her nipple with the viciousness of a man trying to rip it off, pulling till she was near screaming, loving the sound of sobbing like it was the addictive opiate he had been desperately craving. If she were facing him, he would have licked the tears from her face, but he was contented by her pleading whimpered request, a feral smile that bordered on insanity crossing his lips. Stephen gave a few more cruel thrusts as a reminder that her asshole was meant to be destroyed before coming to a halt. “Don’t you move, cunt. You stay right there, keep it deep,” he hissed. He braced himself so that he was a firm foundation for Maeve to rest her ass against, not that she really had a chance of going anywhere, not with how he forced his left arm up underneath her body so he could wrap it up around her waist and jerk viciously close. That massive shaft bulged inside of her, thick and girthy, a heavy slab of brutish meat that Stephen seemed to prefer using like a weapon than an instrument of lovemaking. His dominant hand left her breast behind, rising so that his fingers could brush across her throat, almost lovingly, if this man could ever be said to have experienced the true emotion of love. The fingertips were not like her husband’s, not like Ryan’s, whose hands were delicate and soft from years of office work. No, this was coarse skin, the hands of a ruffian, and they moved across her delicate neck with practiced ease. This was a man who knew what he was all about, knew exactly what he was doing with her. He would not choke her, not like some idiot who tried their hand at BDSM and made the mistake of pressing down on her throat. No, this hand clasped round so that he could squeeze on her arteries. So that he could take the blood flow from her brain. It let him control the pressure, keep her on the edge of consciousness and bring her back whenever he chose, and Stephen began to choke her like the fucking whore she was. Maeve was meant to be used. But there was also a triumphant victory in bringing her pleasure through the agony, and that arm around her waist lowered further so he could cup her slick cunt. A groan left his lips as he whispered into her ear. “That’s right, hole. You cum for me, you cum fucking hard. Scream. Wake the goddamn neighbors, you show me you fucking belong to me. Go on, go on, fuckmeat.” And those rough fingers began to work her. They were graceless but not unskilled, meant to be cruel in the attention they showed her, even though the actions were applied expertise. His thumb and ring finger opened her folds wide, while his middle finger and forefinger applied pressure down against her clit. With how wet Maeve happened to be it was easy to begin rubbing back and forth, a swift motion as he bore down in deliberate demand. There was no recourse, no retreat, because the only way out was backwards. Right where his hips were flush against her ass, his thick cock an agonizing rod that had yet to budge an inch after he’d hilted himself inside of her. "I said FUCKING CUM!"​

 

[cyx.]

❝ There was no chance that Maeve could move, even if she wanted to, from the pressure Stephen's left arm held her with. A deep grunt escaped as he pulled her flush against him, and she felt herself restrict around his girth. Her body was appreciative of the moment of 'rest', a small reprieve from the way his cock rocked into her over and over. But she knew it wasn't a proper break - not with him still stretching her. She could feel the searing sensation that overwhelmed her tight little ass, and without his constant thrusts to focus on now, it was almost too much for her to bare. Especially when she felt his cock flex and pulse within her, pressing against her inner walls, making it hard not to squirm against him in response. As his right hand released her breast, a relieved breath escaped Maeve's parted lips. She could still feel the twisting pressure of his fingers against her nipple, and she wouldn't have been surprised if he had made the piercing bleed from his rough handling, but she was thankful he had discarded his grip without attempting to fight her on it. And then those same fingers were grazing along her throat, almost in a caress, and the sweep of his fingertips rose goosebumps along her pale skin. When he applied pressure, a gentle moan escaped, having anticipated him to completely seal off her airways. Instead, she instantly felt as difference in how he gripped her, and her eyes closed in a pleasurable roll. It took a moment for the headrush to begin, but once it had started, it was like an entirely new woman was cradled against Stephen, with his cock still jammed inside of her. The pain was still present, but it was far away as she focused on the way her head spun; how blots of white fired behind her closed eyelids before they turned to black; how the endorphins began to pulse like firecrackers inside of her mind. Combined with his left hand lowering between her thighs, getting a proper feel of just how aroused his rough manhandling had gotten her, Maeve was completely overcome. Instinctively, it was impossible to keep her hips still, no matter how much she attempted to remind herself of Stephen's command. The moment his fingers began to apply pressure to her clit, she knew she couldn't oblige his command. Her hips shifted, twitching and shaking under the intense pressure against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and it rolled her hips harder back against his own. She swayed pleasurably on his cock, her back arching off of his body to apply further pressure against his cock, before her hips slightly inched forward, hoping to feel more. His words were echoing in her mind, over and over, and with each repeated syllable she replayed, Maeve grew more lost in the throws of painful pleasure he was delivering her. Her hands lifted from their grip on the side of the mattress to grip either of his wrists, her finger nails digging in as she attempted to apply more pressure to both of his hands. Her lips parted in an uncontrollable bout of noises, the evidence of her losing herself more and more to him apparent with the way her moans went from delicate and low to ramped up and more breathless than anything else. "Fu-ck.." she gasped, rolling her ass back against his dick harder, and the reminder of the searing hot pain flooded into her body, erupting a small shriek of surprise that quickly died into a moan. "Stephen!" The woman's grip on his wrists grew, the points of her acrylic nails nearly slicing into his skin as she gripped him, bucking her hips into his left hand just to slam them back against his waist. Between the feel of his cock pulsing inside of her, his skilled fingers between her thighs, and the way he toyed with her bloodflow to her brain, Maeve was at a complete loss to deny her body what it was craving. Release. He knew all the buttons to push and more, and his command for her to cum was right around the corner. She could feel that dam beginning to break, and it didn't matter how often she had cum within the past two days - once that dam finally broke, it was like a flood had erupted between her legs. Like she'd been pent up for months, and not just hours. Maeve's hips seized at first, her ass constricting even tighter around his cock as the fingers of his left hand grew drenched and sodden with proof of her despicable pleasure. Even if his hand wasn't between her thighs to catch most of the nectar that escaped her quivering cunt, the way her breathing grew uncontrollable and rapid, paired with the incoherent words laced with near screams would have been more than enough to tell him. And she never once attempted to stay still, wiggling and attempting to take his cock even more inside of her, despite the massive clench she had around him; despite the fact that he was already stuffed inside of her to his fullest; despite the raging pain that still engulfed her..​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ “That’s right, cunt, this is what you deserve,” he whispered. At least Stephen had the courtesy and consideration to let the numb fuckhole cum first before he did anything more, and that was the whole point of it for him. The physical acts of domination, the viciousness with which he approached sex, was far more than the the simple Oxford dictionary definitions. This was about breaking Maeve, to the point that she was nothing but a gibbering idiot that was willing to defile herself simply to make him happy. And look how far they had come in such a few short days. She could not Imagine what the future might be like for her, could not imagine the terrible horrors that he would inflict upon her in the coming months. Or years. A veritable parade of depraved disgusting deeds designed to destroy her very soul and replace it with love for him. Love to the point of madness. Love to the point that she would give him anything he might crave. As her rear end tightened on him, he gave a low little sound of his own, stifling his urge to join her in finishing. No, he wanted to teach this bitch a lesson, the final fucking lesson, and after today there would be no going back for either of them. And so, he let her ride it out, let her orgasm eek out every last bit of cream that her body could produce, his hand tightening to keep her in that euphoric state of asphyxiation as her cunt spasmed, and only once her screams began to subside, did he ease up on his affections. Yes, affections, because what came next could only be defined as destruction. Stephen rolled her over so that she was facedown on the mattress, his muscular frame enveloping her so that she had nowhere to go. His legs came out onto either side of her, pushing so that it forced her thighs together, cinching her close and making that round ass even tighter internally. His hands came to rest on Maeve’s shoulders, gripping her traps tightly and leaning forward so that he muscled her further into the covers beneath her. For a brief moment she was nearly smothered into her pillow, but he quickly moved his hand to jerk it free, letting her face fall unceremoniously against the bed. Taking hold of her body he began to slam his hips with soul shaking thrusts, each slap of against her ass a resounding echo that could barely be made out over the creaking of the bed frame. There was no attempt to restrain himself, no action that even resembled civility, and every movement was designed to nearly slip that gigantic prick free of her but right before the flared head left her rear, Stephen punishingly shoved every mammoth inch back inside of her bowels. If this kept up something was going to get damaged. Either the plaster of the wall, the structure of the bed, or poor Maeve’s tight sphincter. He paused after one horrifying thrust, keeping that shaft deep as he placed his lips against the crook of her neck. It was a small motion, a slow kiss, and then Stephen bit her. He bit like a vampire, digging his teeth in. Not gripping anywhere vital, but into the muscle below her throat as it curved into her shoulder, digging his teeth in. Marking her as his. And it was in that moment, that he laid complete and utter claim to her, that he came inside of her. His hips pressed down and flush, conforming so that her ass molded itself to his pelvis. There was nowhere for Maeve to go except deeper into that mattress, and only then did it enter the landscape of sensation that Maeve would realize she could smell him. Smell her husband, Ryan. This was his side of the bed; this was where she would always find him when she woke in the morning. Only now it was unsanctified, unholy, an abomination of what a marriage should have been. And she could feel him now, flexing, pulsing, a thick heavy sensation as he spilled his seed deep inside of her bottom. Her backside tight around him that not a single drop slipped out, forced to keep it all within. And then, out of nowhere, the sound of the bedroom door opening…​

 

[cyx.]

❝ By the time Stephen had rolled them, Maeve's body had adapted a bit better to the rod that Stephen was drilling inside of her. It was still a feat to feel his thrusts rattle her from the inside out, but this position made her feel like she had more control over herself. Even when he clenched her legs together, arching her ass up against him, keeping his length snug no matter how he jerked his hips. Her breathing was beyond a noticeable pattern, shallow and quick. Between her shaky and moan-filled sobs, her breath made rapid exhales and winces from the pain that still overwhelmed her lower body - not that they would be heard over the slam of the headboard due to Stephen's power. The headboard her husband had picked out.. Confusion took hold over the woman as the man on top of her paused, and her eyes almost opened in an attempt to look at him over her shoulder to see if he was alright. But then she felt his lips on her neck, and her body shuddered into the mattress underneath them. The contrast of the kiss to the bite he delivered was like night and day, and it made a much louder hiss escape the back of her throat.. a hiss that morphed halfway into a blissful scream of pleasure. Her ass clenched tighter around him as her hips lifted into a grind, her eyelids slamming shut once more as she tilted her head, giving him better access to her skin. And then an entirely new sensation was wafting over her; the feel of his cum beginning to stuff every crevice that his cock wasn't currently taking up. Her nails dig into the sheet below her as she squirmed, as though she was determined to milk every single drop from his flared head, and her back arched as best as it could underneath his weight. "Fuck.." she sighed out in want, as her nose filled with the familiar scent of Ryan. It was a whiplash feeling, knowing that her brother in law was stuffed deep inside of her, while she smelled her husband. And in a sick, twisted manner, it almost made her grow slick with want once more. The door opening went unnoticed as Maeve was coming down from her high of endorphins; her breathing was too rapid and loud, and the way her body wiggled underneath Stephen was all she could think about. His load. One of her hands moved to find his, gripping against his wrist as though she needed the support; and she knew she would whenever he decided that he was going to pull himself from her abused asshole. She could already feel the burning sting, and she knew it would get worse the moment he withdrew himself completely. Ryan entered the room, fearing the absolute worst. He had come home early from his trip, expecting Maeve to either be in bed or taking care of her morning chores. When he was met with the slamming of their bed frame, the screams that echoed from the room, a muffled male voice seemingly demeaning her.. he had assumed the man from two months ago was back. And, in a way.. his worries were accurate. He hadn't had time to grab a weapon in his way, having dropped his bag at the door the moment he heard something off. That left his hands open as he came in to the scene before him; some naked man hovering over his wife, cock buried inside of her, pinning her down.. "Get the fuck off of her!" was immediately shouted as Ryan crossed the distance between the door and the bed, gripping onto Stephen's shoulder. He pulled at the noticeably more muscular man.. and what he saw made him take a step back in shock. "Stephen!?" Meave shifted once she felt Stephen pull from her ass, and she gasped with pain, unable to hold it all in as she twisted in bed to meet her husband's eyes. Her hands were already scrambling to grip onto the sheet and pull it up and over herself, despite the fact that Ryan had seen her naked more times than she could count. But it didn't feel right, letting him look at her nude skin.. like her body was no longer his to witness. Her chest noticeably heaved against the hand that held the sheet over her breasts, and her eyes were left in a wide expression of shock. "Ryan, what the fuck are you doing home?" slipped out of her lips before she could register the question. Her husband blinked, in shock still, and he lifted his hands to push them into his hair. "I was going to surprise you! What the fuck do you mean what am I doing home? I live here!" His own chest was rapidly lifting and falling within his business attire, and his eyes frantically attempted to look anywhere but his naked brother and wife. Those hazel eyes darted over the bedside table, and something caught his gaze; a gun. A gun he swore looked familiar. A flash of Maeve sucking off the barrel penetrated his mind, and his palms came down to press into his closed eyes with anger. When his hands jerked from his face, he stepped towards the side of the bed with the gun, and he waved a pointed finger towards Stephen, his face red now with anger. "It was you! It was you this entire time, wasn't it!?" Ryan was seething, his breath releasing through his clenched teeth as though his nose was incapable of handling the huffs. And then his eyes darted to the gun once more, giving away his train of thought before he made a dash towards it.​

 

[Father Figure]

❝ Time came to a standstill. It was a cliché, but it was something that truly happened in the human experience. It was rare, but it still happened. Normally involved with tragedy, trauma, danger. As if time itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what the world would be like once the event in question was over. Lives were routinely changed, for good or ill, and nobody would ever be the same after moments such as these. It felt like a proverbial slap in the face, like his head was completely on tilt and he had been sucker punched when Ryan came storming into the room. One minute he had been railing the incredibly tight backside of his sister-in-law, cursing in her ear, and biting her so hard he swore he could have tasted blood. The next he was whipping around, naked (though not necessarily afraid), being confronted by an extremely dangerous brother. A brother who had every right to hate him, every reason to exact vengeance once he realized what kind of monster Stephen was, but there was not a single iota of guilt that would ever stay Stephen’s hand from defending himself. As Ryan moved to grab the gun, Stephen launched himself from the bed, the two men colling before crashing into the nearby dresser. Violence was second nature to Stephen; his poor brother never had a chance in hell. Quickly he grabbed Ryan by his head, slamming it into the mirror, shattering the glass as he endured the feeble blows of his brother. Where had he learned to even fight? That’s right, Ryan never had. It was like watching a professional boxer outclass some middle school child. Made all the more terrifying by Stephen’s nudity, turning him into something primitive, like a crazed warrior of old. Stephen followed up move by slapping Ryan’s head down into the dresser counter, splitting his forehead open like cracking a walnut, and then shoving him across the room and away from where Maeve lay. No amount of screaming, no amount of pleading, would stop the inevitable outcome. Ryan would never forgive them for what they had done, never keep quiet about how they had betrayed him, and Stephen would not allow himself to lose what he had begun to have with Maeve. There was only one solution, only one finale that could occur. And it began the moment Stephen’s hands wrapped around his brother’s throat and began choking him to death. Ryan’s eyes bugged out of his head as he tried to gurgle, tried to speak to say something. Maybe to beg for his own life? Maybe a final condemnation of Stephen and what he was? Who knew? Even Stephen, bastard that he was, could not look in Ryan’s eyes as the light began to go out of them. In the final few seconds, the other man began to put up a fight, but not much of one, hands ineffectually slapping at Stephen’s arms before trying to grab hold to gain purchase. But Stephen growled, incoherent, a snarl on his face as he pulled Ryan away from the wall and then slammed him back into it. Fingers clamping down even harder. It did not take long for the end to come. They always showed you in the movies that a person could maintain consciousness for a minute, maybe more, but that was just for a good entertaining watch. In the real world it only took several seconds for oxygen deprivation to set in, and when Ryan slumped, Stephen bore him down to the ground and continued wringing his neck, out of sight from Maeve below the edge of the mattress. Once the decision had been made to kill Ryan there was no recourse, and maybe Stephen had failed in life, but it seemed he was not going to fail in this. Maybe he would never fail again after today. And then it was over. Just like that. A life snuffed out. A family ruined. And Stephen stood, coming up from beyond the foot of the bed, breathing heavy. The muscles of his shoulders and arms were swollen, blood having rushed to his extremities as he performed his murderous deed; and his thick cock still dripped the last few spatters of cum that he had left in him. His fingers twitched, spasming, like he wanted someone else to choke, and his wild eyes locked on Maeve’s. What now…​

 

[cyx.]

t o x b e x c o n t i n u e d . . .​