Thread: Something Wicked [ Bear & Haruchai ]

Vivian could hardly concentrate after she pulled away from the kiss, her mind full of thoughts that werent like her and her body almost thrumming with her barely contained desires. She could feel that her sex had grown wet between her legs and her body craved to be touched. She wanted nothing more than to explore her sexuality, though the Lord forbid for a woman to lay with another man that was not their husband. She tucked away all of her urges and mentally offered up a prayer in hopes that she would be forgiven for her moment of weakness, her eyes unable to meet Cross now. My thanks, Cross. She murmured, sneaking herself one last glance at him before she left his home, feeling sexually unsatisfied and laughing silently at the fact that neither of them had so much as touched the tea. The day had turned towards late afternoon in what seemed like the short time she had been in his home, both yards empty of Alexander and his yard tools, the grass cut down to a level that was pleasing to the eye and brushed into a pile towards the dirt road that they were on. She was hardly aware of things as she ventured home to find the house empty, a lone candle burning on their dining room table. Most of Alexanders clothes lay draped over one of the dining chairs, though she noticed that his small clothes were missing from them. Evidence told her that he would be washing himself off in the small brook that was within walking distance of their house and provided them all with clean water to cook and bathe. Vivian was in the process of gathering his clothes up to sort when she heard the front door close, spooking her into jumping. Ale-- Shed hardly started to get his name out of her mouth to admonish him for scaring her when she felt his hands on her, slamming her forward onto the table before his hands wrapped around towards her front, ripping at her corsets as if he were a wild beast. Even through the layers of her dress she could feel his erection, his body hard against her as his lips trailed up and down the sides of her neck. As one hand was tearing open the front of her dress the other hand was wrapping around her throat, covering up her soft sounds of pain just barely muffled by his skin. Hed gotten through the layers of her dress to expose her breasts, his hand grasping them hard enough to make her cry out into his palm, hot tears springing from her eyes to roll down over his hand. Beneath the hand she was sobbing, the violation delving deeper than just being grasped roughly. The hand started forcing her dress down past her hips, ripping her small clothes off easier than he could the heavier cloth of her layered and corseted dresses. She could hear him groan behind her as his hand moved down her body, slipping between her legs to find her still wet from her encounter with Cross. Alexander used one of his knees to force her legs apart, shoving her harder against the table to bend her over it completely, grasping some of his soiled clothes that were now forgotten to shove his shirt into her mouth. She grasped the table as he grabbed her hips, taking only a moment to position his cock against her opening before he rammed himself into her. He was relentless as he thrust into her, one hand moving from her hips to grasp her hair in a fist and keep her head shoved against the table as the other pulled her hips back to meet his. He was rough with her, his cock going in deeper than was comfortable and hurting her. The shirt muffled her cries enough that it would almost sound like passionate lovemaking, though she could feel herself growing sore beneath his rough attentions. He was making noises that were borderline feral, his teeth bared as he let out grunts and soft growls through his teeth, every noise having a hiss to it as he forced himself into her again and again. Any arousal that had come from Cross was long gone, her body becoming dry as the friction from his cock dried her out, causing the sex to not only be painful but completely unpleasurable. Her face was wet with tears as she finally quit fighting and lay still onto the table, weeping quietly because there really was no other option for her now. The moments seem to drag on for a lifetime and still he hadnt finished, but the moment came when he pulled out of her again, dragging her limp body from the table and forcing her down onto her knees. He was emotionless as he pulled the dirty shirt out of her mouth, careless to her coughing and gasping as he hooked his thumb into her lower teeth to hold her mouth open. Bite me and Ill break your jaw. He spoke for hte first time, his voice Different from normal. There was no time to agree, no time to accept, no time for anything as he shoved his cock into her mouth, grasping her hair again as he shoved her down further onto his shaft until he could feel his tip entering her throat. She was fighting again, grabbing desperately at his hips as she gagged on him, coughing and attempting to get away. He was relentless in the way he forced himself in and out of her, forcing her to gag each time his head pushed past her mouth and into her throat. She could taste her own sex on his cock, a taste unlike any other and mixed with the salty flavor of his sweat. His body smelled of hers and still dripped with water from being in the brook, having washed most of his stench away. There was no way she could have ever enjoyed this, his movements too rough on her and everything lacking Alexanders touch. And it was only when he had sufficiently degraded her and caused her throat to ache with a dull throb that he finally shoved her deep down onto him again, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he came, his hand loosening up on her hair as he permitted her to pull away from him. She fell to the floor in a heap, curling up as she coughed and struggled to swallow his load, wiping tears and saliva from her face as she cried not so quietly. Alexander was blind to her tears and deaf to her cries, walking past her as if she had been nothing. He left their kitchen and disappeared into their bedroom without another sound. Vivian didnt know how long she lay on the floor sobbing, time having no meaning as she tried her best to gather herself once again into a dignified woman. When she did gather herself, she did her best to gather up their clothing and toss it all into the fireplace. A quick glance out their thin window told her that night had fallen fully on their town. Her reflection in the mirror was not someone that she recognized, bruises already forming along her jaw from how hed held her face and her eyes finding more on her breasts, hips, and thighs. It took a long time before she could enter their bedroom, where she found him in bed as if nothing had transpired. This had happened before, in a less violent form, but it had been no less passionate. He wasnt himself when these spells hit him and he wouldnt remember any of it, so there was no need in talking to him about it. She wept as she dressed herself in her nightgown, returning not to her bed to join her husband whom had become an unidentifiable monster, but leaving her home. The darkness of the night hid her as she crossed her yard yet again, ignoring the rules of decorum and decency as she opened Cross door without knocking. She shut it as quietly as she could and leaned against it, hugging herself in as much comfort as she could give. Cross, She called out for him, her voice broken and on the verge of spiraling further, We We cant wait days She choked out finally, sliding down his door to sit on her rump, falling forward to despair over her situation.