Page 17 of The Filth Kings

“Ass to the edge.” He instructed for me to slide down to the edge and I obeyed, feeling nervous.

This was the part where he would see how wet I was. I wanted to blame the coldness teasing at my hard nipples, but maybe it was him that had me aroused from the fear of what all he was getting ready to do. Sucking in a breath, I spread my long legs and became even more turned on when he lowered down to his knees in front of me.

“I have to search you, your pussy, and asshole. You’re wet, but I don’t think your wet enough. You ready?” His voice wasn’t as scary asking this question. It sounded more polite.

I nodded my head as heat swirled in the pit of my stomach. He moved between my legs and latched on to my nipple. Darting his tongue around it, he suctioned it tightly then bit the tip with his teeth. Monster eased the sting by sucking it in and out of his mouth then he released it with a pop.

“You got kids?” he asked, moving to my left nipple.

“No,” I answered, watching him sit up with a blank expression.

My milk dripped from the corner of his mouth and that’s when the reason for his question dawned on me.

“Oh, you a baby killer,” he murmured, latching back on to my nipple.

I closed my eyes, ignoring his insult. I enjoyed the way he gently flicked his tongue over each nipple. My clit started to throb at the feeling of releasing milk into his mouth. It felt so fucking good that my pussy ached, and I couldn’t control the moans leaving my mouth. His teeth nibbled around the swollen tips of my nipples then he enclosed his mouth around the right one while pinching the left. I was so lost in a zone that I moaned even louder when he bit down my stomach. The pain mixed with pleasure that I felt made my clit harden.

He nudged my legs so far apart until it hurt, I was practically doing the splits. I held my breath and looked down at him as he started his so-called pussy search. He surprised the fuck out of me by taking a long lick from my slit all the way up to my throbbing clit. He lifted his head for a moment to meet my eyes as he lapped around my clit like a dog drinking water.

“Your juices taste as sweet as your milk.” He smirked devilishly.

“My name is Monster.” He mumbled while he lowered himself.

He dipped his head back between my thighs as I clutched the sofa. The stubble hair from his patch of beard hair tickled my inner thighs, while he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over, making my clit sensitive. Monster moved away; my clit stiffened and thumped as nothing but air could be felt circulating around it.

He slipped a finger in, my pussy clamped around his finger.

“Very needy,” he whispered.

With his finger inside, he sucked my clit between his lips. I whimpered and squirmed, feeling pressure rise quickly inside of me. Sucking in my stomach, my orgasm was about to crash throughout me like a rushing tide.

“Relax, your body, mind, and pussy. Get super wet for me, Natavi,” he coached.

I let all worries leave my body as my death grip on his finger relaxed along with my mind. Letting out a deep breath, Monster circled my clit with his tongue repeatedly. He slipped an extra finger inside and curled them against my G-spot. Sucking my clit between his lips, he continued to stroke my bundle of nerves inside.

The build up inside of me took me on a high that I never experienced in my thirty years of living. My body tightened as my pussy clutched tightly around his fingers. He flicked his tongue rapidly over my clit, and I released hard with my back arching off of the couch. I screamed until I was hoarse as my legs trembled uncontrollably.

Monster ignored my squirting pussy and trailed his tongue down to my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart then dived in tongue first. Taking his thumb, he pressed it flat on my clit as I continued to gush out all over the top of his head, he tongue-fucked my ass as ecstasy surged through my body. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Everything all over me was numb, my mind was empty as my eyes rolled back as I slightly cringed at how filthy he was. He didn’t give a damn, it was all clear in the way that he was devouring me with his mouth.

Nine

I stoodunder scalding water with my head bowed as it ran down my body, stinging my skin. I hoped my devouring Natavi’s pussy would help clear my mind for just a moment. My chest rose and fell unevenly as I tried to steady my breathing. The storm inside of me was building up relentlessly. Thankful for soundproof walls, I was close to losing control over my emotions. I leaned my face back embracing the hot water as if I was trying to defeat the feeling of hot water burning my skin.

I remember a time when I couldn’t escape the heat, a time where I met the Grim Reaper himself. I defeated him but the deep wounds and disfigurement of my skin was a reminder of who I used to be. My tears were hot and bitter mixed in with the water going down the drain with the rest of my pain.No one will ever love an unknown creature, such as yourself!I shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the demon that roared to life in my mental.

I pressed my palms against the tile walls, it was the only thing keeping me upright as my gaze ran over my battered body. The sight of myself disgusted me as anger and hurt took over and fueled me. Each mark on my body told a story, each one held a memory that I tried my hardest to bury. The scars weren’t just etched on the outside of me, they were inside of me. I traced one of my deeper scars that went down my abdomen. I touched it lightly, thinking that it would bust back open because of how deep it was. It still hurt, but not more than the rest of what I had covering my entire body.

A birthday didn’t mean shit to me. I used to share a birthday with a woman who never looked at me with disgust. She was the closest thing to pure untainted love that I ever experienced, and she was snatched away from me.

Chained by my ankles and wrists, the smell of pho and satay made my stomach growl from hunger. Across from me was, Emi. We had been transferred to illegal adult brothels in Thailand, where we were tortured, starved, and brutally hurt, depending on which rich sick American came to visit us. Thailand and Bangkok kept lots of secrets for men that were from all of over the world.

According to Tai, the wealthy man who bought us when we were kids, no longer wanted us because we were no longer adolescents. Tai didn’t appear evil but he loomed over me and the rest of the kids like a dark unyielding cloud. We were all assets to him, trophies as an extension of his control.

We depended on him,and he loved it down to the things that he was supposed to provide like food, clothes and shelter. If we disobeyed, we slept outside. Most of the people that paid him for entertainment didn’t bat an eye my way. He found a way to make a profit off of me by putting me in training at the age of seven for underground fighting.

Emi came when I turned ten years of age. Her parents had an agreement with Tai. He loaned them money and they didn’t pay up so in exchange was Emi. She was beautiful and pure when she came. He made back triple of what her parents owed but refused to give her back. I was injured bad by the age of twelve from fighting kids twice my size. With a broken ankle that made me walk with a limp, I knew my time at Tai’s castle was coming to an end.

Tai was the leader over the Kaicho Syndicate; he was their Oyabun. He also was smart and provided the U.S with nuclear weapons, which gave him open assess to other rich Americans. He had his hands tied in everything, he was deemed as unstoppable and untouchable. His words were his command, everyone surrounding him jumped at any demand that left his mouth.

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