syndrome.
I wish I could explain the difference.
There was no sound of someone or something approaching. I just sensed that one second I had seemed to be alone and not anymore the next. This breathing close to me, my ear, making it tingle from the sound and the warmth... Even though the height seemed fitting I just... doubted. Slowly I turned my head towards him, in the direction that was away from the speaker, whispering: “Tell me it’s you”.
My heart was a machine-gun; firing off the moment I could feel hands on my stomach, hands that appeared to just grow claws. This panic turned into something else, into fire, consuming me as they moved into my pants, pushing them down and I exhaled feverishly, because of what I heard: “It’s me”, this voice, it was deep, and I knew it was distorted as well.
He spoke lowly, like it was difficult to form these words, these sounds that turned into words. I could hear the tone, his tone, his voice. This alone did things to me, was just as arousing as his hands that were searching to enter me.
Now writing this down I have to ask myself if that was the reason why I was blindfolded: because I was allowed to see the beast but not the human? Because I am sure that before he touched me, before my racing heartbeat reached his senses, that there hadn’t been any claws, and that he maybe had not been a beast.
For me there is no difference. Or is there? Would he do this differently if he managed not to turn?
His fingers inside me didn’t feel like being clawed at all. It didn’t hurt, oh no, quite the contrary. They made me lean my head back against him, made me breathe shallowly, biting down my lip. His other hand moved up to cup my breast, and I moved to meet him. In my head we were alone. In my head, he was my boyfriend with light-brown hair and green eyes, just a corroded copper colored circle around the iris. I’ll better call it ‘mint’. I clutched my mind around this image, as I realized that it wanted to trick me, to use a face I knew instead of trying to create one I hadn’t seen. My head started pounding irregularly as I tried to force away Peter’s face.
This terrifies me. What if...?
Ten’s tongue at my neck made me moan, shooing away the image I didn’t want to see. He replied with something similar to a purr, and the thought that I did this to him, that he couldn’t control himself around me, just because a noise I made... as insane as it sounds... Yes, it drove me insane, flooded my mind with lust. Even though I turned my head towards him, there was no chance for my lips to reach his skin. He pushed my torso away from him and towards the wall. This excitement, while waiting for him to enter, the longer I had to wait the better it felt. Tears burned in my eyes as it happened. How could I have forgotten how good this felt? His movements were electrifying me, my skin, my bones, and my blood. I never wanted him to stop. This made me forget everything. I never want anything other than this. This is so wrong.
It was like he was prodding deeper and deeper inside me, hitting the point that stole my breath, tensing me up and him along with me. Knowing that I was about to come, knowing that I pulled him with me... it’s just... it just feels perfect.
I know that I don’t know him, I know he’s some strange half-human creature, a beast and I am a prisoner, because of him, and that this is abuse in so many ways. I know it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I love it.
I could feel how he came inside of me and how he triggered my orgasm with it. I don’t want to feel anything else any more in my life. At that moment he makes me not care for anything, for nothing but him and me. Everything else is erased. And I want to kiss him. I want to pull him close, as tight as I can. But I can’t. I couldn’t.
He did. He wrapped his arms around me, staying with and inside me, holding me so close that I barely could breathe. I could sense that he was fully different
I wish I could explain the difference.
There was no sound of someone or something approaching. I just sensed that one second I had seemed to be alone and not anymore the next. This breathing close to me, my ear, making it tingle from the sound and the warmth... Even though the height seemed fitting I just... doubted. Slowly I turned my head towards him, in the direction that was away from the speaker, whispering: “Tell me it’s you”.
My heart was a machine-gun; firing off the moment I could feel hands on my stomach, hands that appeared to just grow claws. This panic turned into something else, into fire, consuming me as they moved into my pants, pushing them down and I exhaled feverishly, because of what I heard: “It’s me”, this voice, it was deep, and I knew it was distorted as well.
He spoke lowly, like it was difficult to form these words, these sounds that turned into words. I could hear the tone, his tone, his voice. This alone did things to me, was just as arousing as his hands that were searching to enter me.
Now writing this down I have to ask myself if that was the reason why I was blindfolded: because I was allowed to see the beast but not the human? Because I am sure that before he touched me, before my racing heartbeat reached his senses, that there hadn’t been any claws, and that he maybe had not been a beast.
For me there is no difference. Or is there? Would he do this differently if he managed not to turn?
His fingers inside me didn’t feel like being clawed at all. It didn’t hurt, oh no, quite the contrary. They made me lean my head back against him, made me breathe shallowly, biting down my lip. His other hand moved up to cup my breast, and I moved to meet him. In my head we were alone. In my head, he was my boyfriend with light-brown hair and green eyes, just a corroded copper colored circle around the iris. I’ll better call it ‘mint’. I clutched my mind around this image, as I realized that it wanted to trick me, to use a face I knew instead of trying to create one I hadn’t seen. My head started pounding irregularly as I tried to force away Peter’s face.
This terrifies me. What if...?
Ten’s tongue at my neck made me moan, shooing away the image I didn’t want to see. He replied with something similar to a purr, and the thought that I did this to him, that he couldn’t control himself around me, just because a noise I made... as insane as it sounds... Yes, it drove me insane, flooded my mind with lust. Even though I turned my head towards him, there was no chance for my lips to reach his skin. He pushed my torso away from him and towards the wall. This excitement, while waiting for him to enter, the longer I had to wait the better it felt. Tears burned in my eyes as it happened. How could I have forgotten how good this felt? His movements were electrifying me, my skin, my bones, and my blood. I never wanted him to stop. This made me forget everything. I never want anything other than this. This is so wrong.
It was like he was prodding deeper and deeper inside me, hitting the point that stole my breath, tensing me up and him along with me. Knowing that I was about to come, knowing that I pulled him with me... it’s just... it just feels perfect.
I know that I don’t know him, I know he’s some strange half-human creature, a beast and I am a prisoner, because of him, and that this is abuse in so many ways. I know it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I love it.
I could feel how he came inside of me and how he triggered my orgasm with it. I don’t want to feel anything else any more in my life. At that moment he makes me not care for anything, for nothing but him and me. Everything else is erased. And I want to kiss him. I want to pull him close, as tight as I can. But I can’t. I couldn’t.
He did. He wrapped his arms around me, staying with and inside me, holding me so close that I barely could breathe. I could sense that he was fully different
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