Page 178 of Satan's Spawn
“What did you do to me?” I ask the monster before me.
He kneels down, his face millimeters away. “You should be asking yourself what you did to ME!” Pulling my hair tighter, Felix’s monster brings me closer, where his lips press hard onto mine.
“Fuck you taste good.” He growls, deepening the kiss, and a low needy cry rises from the back of my throat.
Felix forces my mouth open by biting down on my lip, and his tongue invades with vigor so intense my slowing state can’t keep up.
I try, though, because there’s a growing pulse between my legs, and it feels fucking amazing.
Everything’s become heightened: my senses, my arousal, but what I can’t ignore the most is the need to get myself away from Felix.
“Please stop…” I breathe when he breaks us apart, but it only feeds the hungry beast.
“I’ll stop when I’m done taking you the way that piece of shit got to.”
“We never…” I try to formulate the words but they won’t filter past my lips.
Which doesn’t matter because Felix had enough of kissing and listening to me fail at speaking—so he releases me with a push, and I fall to the ground again.
“Get back on your knees for me, gorgeous, it’s time to make up for all the bullshit you put me through.” He lifts me under my arms until I’m in position, and my heart finally wakes and starts racing with anticipation. “Punches to the face, drowned in a tub, locked in a wine cellar with dicks drawn on my face. All for a piece of ass that’s probably not even that good.”
I watch him pulling down the zipper of his pants, and that voice inside me appears again, louder and clearer this time.
It’s Dad.
He’s telling me to fight, to get away from Felix.
To be strong.
But I’m not strong, I’m weak and I want him.
I can even taste him already.
Felix’s cock appears hard from behind his briefs, a lot smaller than I expected from someone so hot and confident as him.
But I still want it, in fact, my hands are reaching out for it on their own volition.
Felix slaps them away, then squeezes my mouth open. Before I know it he’s sliding inside me with brute force.
I gag immediately as it hits the back of my throat.
“Fuuuuuuuckkkkkk.” Felix moans as he withdraws his cock, and pushes back inside my mouth even harder.
I’m choking, nausea creeping up my esophagus, and every euphoric feeling I had dissipates with his rough strokes.
I don’t fucking want this.
Felix holds my head in place as he continues to plunge in and out of me at a painful speed.
I try begging him to stop the assault. It’s fruitless because I can barely come up for air.
Then I attempt to pull away, even hitting him, but he doesn’t let up. He’s too lost in the moment, and the more I exert myself the more nauseous I get.
And the angrier he gets.
Felix drives inside me so hard tears are running down my cheeks, all the way to my neck. I peer up at him to find a completely different person. One I could never imagine lurking inside him.
He’s just as evil as Crayton, if not worse. Because of all the things Crayton has done to me, not once has he touched me in a way I didn’t want him to.
