oropherion
Planetoid
- Joined
- Nov 21, 2021
It was crazy how the tables had turned. Paige had become accustomed to being able to instruct and order Hayano around at the hospital because at that time it could have meant life or death if the young man didn't comply. While the other didn't seem to particularly care a huge deal about his own safety and welfare in the long run, he did seem to have some preservation and desire to remain alive. If only to continue to feel that thrill and adrenaline rush, to overpower and gain wealth and status, or whatever he saw that was so alluring in the activities he did. It seemed tonight he felt a whole new sort of thrill, a rush of power of switching the tables on their relationship, of preying on her vulnerability and weakness for him. There was a small voice in her head that whispered that this was his game all along, but deep down she didn't truly believe it. There was that perhaps naive, but honest side of her that thought that he did still, or had at least, held respect for her. Treated her like he would a mother figure, if he had had a good one to compare it to. That thread between them that had strengthened over time had become suddenly strained, able to be snapped in wrong move, yet somehow remained in tact as she complied with his wishes. Even so much so she laid herself upon the makeshift bed of towels on her bathroom floor and let him put her into the position he desired. It left her extremely open and vulnerable, forced to trust him despite it wavering and unsure with so much at stake beyond just her reputation, and yet made her quiver with a strange illicit excitement at the same time.
Paige thought she should protest when he thought to offer a chance for her to back out, but even with the words on her tongue, it became clear that the choice was an illusion. He had lorded it over her just so he could get a twisted joy by taking her anyways. He really was a bratty child who really didn't understood the word 'no' and what it meant. He had claimed and taken everything in his life so why was this any difference? Now his thick cock was spreading her open, re-imagining her walls to a cock it wasn't accustomed to. Reaching a depth that threatened the door to her womb, knocking against the fleshy, stiff barrier as if trying to make sure the life within was present. Then he withdrew and the dragging of his thick-veined shaft dragged along her sensitive, fluttering walls, drawing out mixed noises that were just as conflicted as her mind. It didn't stop her sex from growing wetter, from sucking him in almost greedily like it had sampled a very rare flavor that it was too afraid to give up now. Like a thirsty beast wanting to be quenched after its first taste of water. Her body was drowning in the mixed signals, of pleasure, of fear, of a little bit of pain from the rougher than normal treatment to her used cunt.
It was embarrassing and shameful to answer him, to praise his cock in such a wary when she was a married and supposed to be satisfied wife. But her cunt was telling a different story and she had never been much of a liar. If her lips didn't say it, her body and face always did and so she confessed, which seemed to please him. His words, his order, made her heart flutter nervously in her chest. It was a promise that there would be a second time. Perhaps a third, a fourth, and beyond. She had offered up her house to him for the weekend and she'd be alone with him for at least a couple nights until her husband made it home late Sunday. So many opportunities for him to take her, play with her body, manipulate her mind, body, and emotions. She had never considered an affair before, but somehow she was adjusting to it pretty easily, but perhaps it was just hormones and her body being worked with his fast, deep thrusts that made that happen. "You are truly a greedy boy, Haya." She huffed out, but the last word trailed into a moan, toes curling and fingers clutching the towel for some kind of leverage as her body rocked back and forth along the floor.
Her eyes flew open wider and a cry of pain and anxiety escaped her lips when he slammed into her so hard that his cockhead battered into her cervix like a battering ram and did it again, a little less brutal but nonetheless forceful. Like he was trying to break down the last remaining wall of her fortress, her sanctuary, no her babies sanctuary, and she threw her hand back to try and shove at his shoulders as she glared at him. "I told you to be careful. That's too rough!" She scolded him, but he didn't seem to care. He wasn't listening to her, just going at the pace he desired, spreading his pree across her tender walls, sloshing around the mixture of fluids in her sex as she pursed her lips at his question. "......You are." She answered with a whimper, hating that she knew he was manipulating her, gaslighting her to do as he wanted and that she was doing it. "But even guests show their hosts more respect." She muttered, but it was hard to keep the frustration and irritation at the forefront as he continued. As he warped her body anew, making it feel a new litany of pleasures it wasn't used to despite the rough treatment.
As he lifted her leg up and pressed it against his chest, Paige tossed her head back and bit down upon her lip at the increased pace. Feeling his hips slam into her as his cock gouged out her walls. Her muscles kept spasming and clamping around him, massaging his shaft as if praising it for its beatings, as her clit continued to swell and glisten, as if crying it's own delight. Her tits bounced and clapped against her slightly rounded belly, her hand that had been teasing her breast before returning and focusing on the wonderful ache over the serious threat this man caused. He was sounding guttural, animalistic, like a beast that was slowly being set free from its cage. He was showing his true colors and it was both horrific and almost beautiful in its own twisted way. As his face twisted up and was covered in shadows of his own ecstasy. She could feel he was chasing his pleasure, especially when he found a new angle and focused on it, not caring if it made her walls and sex throb with an almost uncomfortable ache, forcing her sex to mold and suck upon him anew, to become weakened and addicted to the ways it carved her for his own sake. Enough so, that her walls sputtered and clamped like a vice around him, though not nearly as tight as she might have would had she been a virgin or less accustomed to sex, and came hard with a sudden and almost surprised shout that echoed in the bathroom.
Paige thought she should protest when he thought to offer a chance for her to back out, but even with the words on her tongue, it became clear that the choice was an illusion. He had lorded it over her just so he could get a twisted joy by taking her anyways. He really was a bratty child who really didn't understood the word 'no' and what it meant. He had claimed and taken everything in his life so why was this any difference? Now his thick cock was spreading her open, re-imagining her walls to a cock it wasn't accustomed to. Reaching a depth that threatened the door to her womb, knocking against the fleshy, stiff barrier as if trying to make sure the life within was present. Then he withdrew and the dragging of his thick-veined shaft dragged along her sensitive, fluttering walls, drawing out mixed noises that were just as conflicted as her mind. It didn't stop her sex from growing wetter, from sucking him in almost greedily like it had sampled a very rare flavor that it was too afraid to give up now. Like a thirsty beast wanting to be quenched after its first taste of water. Her body was drowning in the mixed signals, of pleasure, of fear, of a little bit of pain from the rougher than normal treatment to her used cunt.
It was embarrassing and shameful to answer him, to praise his cock in such a wary when she was a married and supposed to be satisfied wife. But her cunt was telling a different story and she had never been much of a liar. If her lips didn't say it, her body and face always did and so she confessed, which seemed to please him. His words, his order, made her heart flutter nervously in her chest. It was a promise that there would be a second time. Perhaps a third, a fourth, and beyond. She had offered up her house to him for the weekend and she'd be alone with him for at least a couple nights until her husband made it home late Sunday. So many opportunities for him to take her, play with her body, manipulate her mind, body, and emotions. She had never considered an affair before, but somehow she was adjusting to it pretty easily, but perhaps it was just hormones and her body being worked with his fast, deep thrusts that made that happen. "You are truly a greedy boy, Haya." She huffed out, but the last word trailed into a moan, toes curling and fingers clutching the towel for some kind of leverage as her body rocked back and forth along the floor.
Her eyes flew open wider and a cry of pain and anxiety escaped her lips when he slammed into her so hard that his cockhead battered into her cervix like a battering ram and did it again, a little less brutal but nonetheless forceful. Like he was trying to break down the last remaining wall of her fortress, her sanctuary, no her babies sanctuary, and she threw her hand back to try and shove at his shoulders as she glared at him. "I told you to be careful. That's too rough!" She scolded him, but he didn't seem to care. He wasn't listening to her, just going at the pace he desired, spreading his pree across her tender walls, sloshing around the mixture of fluids in her sex as she pursed her lips at his question. "......You are." She answered with a whimper, hating that she knew he was manipulating her, gaslighting her to do as he wanted and that she was doing it. "But even guests show their hosts more respect." She muttered, but it was hard to keep the frustration and irritation at the forefront as he continued. As he warped her body anew, making it feel a new litany of pleasures it wasn't used to despite the rough treatment.
As he lifted her leg up and pressed it against his chest, Paige tossed her head back and bit down upon her lip at the increased pace. Feeling his hips slam into her as his cock gouged out her walls. Her muscles kept spasming and clamping around him, massaging his shaft as if praising it for its beatings, as her clit continued to swell and glisten, as if crying it's own delight. Her tits bounced and clapped against her slightly rounded belly, her hand that had been teasing her breast before returning and focusing on the wonderful ache over the serious threat this man caused. He was sounding guttural, animalistic, like a beast that was slowly being set free from its cage. He was showing his true colors and it was both horrific and almost beautiful in its own twisted way. As his face twisted up and was covered in shadows of his own ecstasy. She could feel he was chasing his pleasure, especially when he found a new angle and focused on it, not caring if it made her walls and sex throb with an almost uncomfortable ache, forcing her sex to mold and suck upon him anew, to become weakened and addicted to the ways it carved her for his own sake. Enough so, that her walls sputtered and clamped like a vice around him, though not nearly as tight as she might have would had she been a virgin or less accustomed to sex, and came hard with a sudden and almost surprised shout that echoed in the bathroom.