“Yessss…” she whimpers. “Moooore.”
It literally takes every ounce of our control to not ram ourselves balls-deep inside her when she says that.
Dreaming of us, are we, princess?
We rub our thumb harder over her clit, adding pressure as we force a bit more of our dick into her hot, tight cunt. Suddenly, her whimpers echo through the room as her body shudders.
Feeling her come around the head of our cock is more than we can take. With a low groan, we slide out of her and erupt, sending sticky white cum splattering on her pussy, her thighs, and all over her stomach. We stroke harder, grunting as another hot rope lands across her tits and up her neck.
The room goes back to being utterly silent as we stand there, slowly stroking our still-hard cock and grinning at the mess we’ve made of her.
We reach over, scooping up some of our cum with our fingers and bringing it to her mouth. We smear it across her lips, and our cock twitches and leaks more cum onto the floor when her tongue lazily slides out to lick it off.
Evelina whimpers softly in her sleep, twisting slightly with a smile on her face. Her legs close again, and we groan when she squeezes her thighs together.
“So gooooood,” she mumbles. “You feel so good…more…”
We groan as we wrap our hand around our pulsing, thickening cock.
“Mooooore…”
Someone’s about to get fucked awake.
We start to move toward her.
“Ethan.”
Her brow furrows.
“Ethannn…”
We go stock still.
A black cloud rolls across our mind. Our eyes laser in on her, our mouth a thin line of cold fury as we tuck our cock back into our jeans and zip up.
We need to find this fucking Ethan so we can rip his spine out through his mouth and make his corpse dance like a fucking marionette.
Agreed.
We take one long last look at her.
Then we’re gone.
14
EVELINA
It's official:digitally at least, Vaughn Bancroft doesn’t exist.
I get zero hits from Google. Then I try Bing, Duck Duck Go, Yandex, and a few other search engines I’ve never heard of.
Still nothing.
No socials. No pictures. No news articles that mention his name or even the Obsidian Syndicate itself, which is equal parts strange and terrifying.
Having zero presence online doesn’t mean you don’t post on Facebook very much or go on TikTok that often.
It means you’ve got the power and the means tomakeyourself invisible.
