His lips leave mine, and his tongue trails my neck; he bites me, marking me and making me whimper from the pleasure it evokes. He licks the spot where his teeth just bruised me, soothing it.
“I only want to hear your cries of pleasure. My cock only wants your soaking pussy, understand?” he says with a raspy voice.
“Yes, yes, I understand; I’m sorry,” I cry.
“Fuck, baby, you always take my cock so well. Come for me. Let them hear who you belong to,” he demands as he keeps pounding into me.
As Reiner keeps thrusting, I can no longer withhold it; those words send me over the edge, a journey I can’t return from, and I cry out his name loudly, my toes curling as the orgasm rocks my entire being. Our bodies slap together as he shows no signs of slowing down.
“Play with your clit, you can do better than that. I want everyone to hear you’re mine.”
Obediently, I start to circle my slippery clit, a wet mess between my legs, as his glistening cock continues to penetrate me. I look down to see him enter me over and over while I play with my sensitive nub, the sight so arousing that it does not take long before I moan his name loudly once more. I collapse against him as he continues to fuck me relentlessly.
Seconds later, Reiner unloads himself inside me with a roaring grunt, his cum bursts from the seams of my slit, covering my inner thighs as he keeps pumping. My cheeks flush with heat and embarrassment at the realization that whoever is on that square heard me being fucked and orgasm, loud.
He lifts my chin, my eyes meeting his.
“It’ll always be you, baby. Don’t you forget, no matter how convincing I seem to be.”
“And it will always be you,” I say back.
He gives me a soft kiss on my swollen and bruised lips. I wish we could stay in this moment forever, melted together, but we have work to do. Reluctantly, I pull myself from his firm hold and begin dressing myself, as Reiner watches me.
“Are you just going to stare or give me a helping hand?” I laugh.
“I don’t feel like helping at all. I enjoy what I’m seeing: your breasts dangling while you reach for your clothes, your ass up in the air. I can watch you all day.”
He grasps my shirt from the ground and playfully holds it above me. I reach for it, knowing damn well I’m unable to come even near it.
“Perhaps try jumping, baby,” Reiner says with a cocky but lustful smile.
I grin at him as I sink onto my knees.
“Or maybe I should just make you falter,” I counter, as I start pulling his pants down, his erect cock ready for round two.
Those still wandering around the square are given another session of the theatre of the mind as I wrap my lips around his tip and start bobbing my head up and down his length, my saliva wetting his shaft. He threads his fingers forcibly through my long hair, grabbing it firmly and holding me in place as he starts thrusting. I moan loudly around his cock as he fucks my face.
DIARY ENTRY:
Keir is getting worse; I can tell it is already kicking in. How is he supposed to do this for a whole year? You are a sadistic piece of shit.
An Uncanny Meet
FYNN
Chapter 13
I want to break something,someone: my sister. Listening to Caria being taken by that asshole, her lusty moans, my stomach is still in a raging knot. I clench and unclench my fists unwillingly. I’m sure that freak of nature couldn’t wait to let me know he is the one who has access to her body. Eager to fuck her in public, ensuring everyone will hear her delicious whines, especially me. It feels as if the sound is amplified just for my hearing. Jealous fucker, he has no idea of the connection between her and me, how she and I have a kinship. I massage the bridge of my nose and sigh; who am I kidding? If Caria is happy with that bastard, I should leave her alone, yet she seeks me out as well; perhaps they just fuck? Like some strange form of camaraderie, one that is only physical.
The instant the sound starts, Jodelle eyes me suspiciously, searching for any reaction on my face. I manage to keep my face neutral as the assault on my eardrums begins and continues. My sole focus is on Jodelle, convincing her I am not startled or touched by the whines and moans out of Caria’s mouth.When she is satisfied with my non-responsiveness, her glower disappears.
As Jodelle starts to chatter again, my mind wanders off; I hadn’t seen the attack those fair folks unleashed, but I have heard aboutthat Death Witch, Caria, andthatwhite-hairedguy taking care of it.How their magic worked together in unison, a sight to behold, cruel and effective. I’ll see if I can catch Caria tonight. I want to hear from her whether she actually killed those humans as cold-blooded as the other creatures described. Their stories are victorious despite the losses on their side, triumphant because of the interference of those two witches—the only two who dared. I feel a sense of pride for my kin and their courage in reclaiming what once belonged to them. They somehow managed to become a notion these night dwellers fear. Humans who stand up for themselves and what they believe in—they fight. I’m convinced that humans showed great valor in that battle everyone speaks about. More so than these beasts surrounding us.
I focus my attention on Mother and Jodelle, who appear to be having a heated argument about the old Gods know what. Lately, it has become the norm for them to bicker over the slightest inconveniences. A brush is not put back in the samespot, an empty mug not properly discarded. Each day, it’s the same nonsense, complaining about whatever comes to mind, their little dance of insults repeated. The bed is not made correctly; the soap is in the wrong place. All of it is utter bullshit just to frustrate one another.
It’s driving me insane, on top of the part where my mind seems to be spiraling out of control more and more. It is as if seeing less of Harlot worsens the murderous thoughts I have about her. Slicing her throat occupies my mind almost constantly now. I want to paint these walls with her warm blood. Serve her body parts in the square or let her rot in a place no one will ever visit. In my mind, everything has been revolving around my sister lately. Her whereabouts, the fact that it’s impossible for me to even get near her, and when I do see her, that motherfucker is permanently attached to her, as if she’s an infant incapable of walking by herself.
It makes me incensed. It’shewho keeps me apart from Harlot; I haven’t forgotten his ability to push through the magical barrier coating us when it comes to her. A shiver runs down my spine as the memory of his infuriated glare returns to me, a sight burned on my retinas. Even the Death Witch is afraid of his powers and abilities. Caria begged me not to entice either of them further, Harlot and that monster of hers, and I promised her I wouldn’t, like the love-struck idiot I am, unable to dismiss her pleading. My promise to Caria is the only thing that, luckily, stands in the way of making irrational decisions. Without it, I would have launched myself already at Harlot, reaching for her throat, killing myself in the process, as that monster of hers would have slaughtered me with ease. Happily, too, I assume.
