Chaotic Disaster Polilla running on Crack

Jack’s phone buzzed rapidly on the beach towel, the vibrations shifting the towel. His eyes darted to the device under his black shades, raising an eyebrow at the sudden disturbance. The screen flashed Tokugawa’s caller ID repeatedly. Without a second thought Jack hung up the call, flipping the phone so that he wouldn’t see the screen.

After all, it was his off-day. You’ve been asking for your boyfriend for just one day at the beach — it’s the perfect weather! and you have the cutest bikini to go with. It didn’t take much convincing for him; as soon as the words bikini left your lips he was booked and ready.

The sea water trickled down from your hair to your skin, leaving droplets to adorn your skin. It took everything in him not to whistle at the sight before him. You push your hair away from your face, making your way towards him in quick strides.

“Who was it, baby?” You questioned, kneeling down beside him as he passes you a dry towel. “No one important” he kisses your shoulder after propping himself on his elbows, admiring your damp figure. “Aren’t you gonna go for a swim?” You nurse on the wine cooler you had left open, watching as Jack’s calloused hand rubbed against the soft skin of your exposed thigh.

“Hm, I’d rather stay dry” he gives the flesh a firm squeeze, leaning in for a kiss. “What’s the point of coming to the beach then?” You roll your eyes, teasingly backing away from the kiss with your hand in his face, stopping him midway. “To see you in a bikini, of course. I thought you’d know me better by now” instead opting to kiss your hand, making your lips curl into a smile out of habit.

You finally allow him to kiss you, to which he greedily takes the chance. His tongue quickly made its way past your lips, the taste of beer and cigars quickly floods your mouth. Your lips let out soft moans into the kiss that sounded like sweetest of melodies to Jack’s ears, adjusting his hands to lift you up onto his lap to hear them more clearly. You yelp from the sudden movement before giggling softly, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“I’m so glad we booked a private beach, I get you all to myself” his words spill out through kisses, hands greedily finding purchase at your waist as he straddles you on his legs. “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?” His hand traces the curves of your chest, tugging at your nipples gently as he whispered into your ear.

Almost as if timed on purpose, the phone vibrated back to life again, almost as if mocking Jack. He grunted with frustration as he checks who’s disturbing him this time — Tokugawa again. It takes all of his strength not to chuck the phone straight into the ocean, only shoving the phone further away.

“You sure you don’t need to take that?” You asked out of breath, your hands cradling his head to face you instead. “Just that old fart Tokugawa. Who cares about him when I have you here?” he continued pressing kisses on your collarbone, his cock hardening at the sight of your blissed expression once he bit down on your sensitive bud.

His hand makes its way in between your thighs, playing around with the thin fabric that covered your warm pussy. Sliding your panties to the side, his thumb rubbed agonizing circles on your clit, making you shiver in pleasure. Your needy cunt swallowed his two fingers with little effort — the way he curled them inside made your legs shake unsteadily.

Your legs almost gave out on you but was quickly stopped by his knee holding them up. He pulled out his fingers, the digits soaked in your juices. “Open wide” you do so compliantly, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as your jaw widened enough for him to place his fingers inside. “Good girl” you lick the residue from his fingers clean off, making him smile proudly at you.

He hastily pulls down his trunks, his cock springing to life as soon as the fabric restricting it was removed. The shaft aligned against your stomach, the length never failed to surprise you. “Go on, spit on it” Jack’s hands wrapped tightly around the base, steadying it for you. Slick saliva slips out of your mouth lewdly, lubing up his cock head before rubbing it all over before you position it right at your entrance.

“Fuck…!” your lips let out a soft mewl as Jack’s cock finally enters you, his hands guiding your hips to take him deeper. “Shit, you feel so good baby” His member slowly nestled inside of your warm walls fully, leaving your whole body quivering. Your hips began to move almost instinctively, moaning with every slight movement of his cock inside you. Jack rutted back into you, his hips grinding against yours while stifled grunts echoed in your ears.

Just when he was about to spill all inside you, the phone rang again — only this time, it was yours. Jack impatiently grabbed the phone, answering an oblivious Tokugawa on the other end. “What?” He practically barked into the phone, startling the older man. “Oh, Jack, my boy m! You finally picked up!” You sat there in silence, watching as a sexually frustrated Jack listen to the old man yap about a new fight in the arena that he wants Jack to come to.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of Jack’s annoyed face, making him immediately turn his attention back to you. “You think that’s funny huh?” He whispers, trying not to alert Tokugawa. He grins at you before spanking your ass harshly, a gasp leaving your lips from the shock. He lets the phone slips off from his hand, positioning it back onto the side of your torso.

“I’ll show you what’s funny” he sits up, face inches away from your own as he bounces you on his lap at a brutal pace. You bite down on your lips, trying not to moan in fear of Tokugawa hearing you. Your face contorts into one of intense pleasure as you try to hide your whimpers while Jack leaned in for a kiss.

He pounded into you at a grueling rhythm, making your eyes roll back into your head as he bit your lip softly. The sound of Tokugawa’s voice was drowned out by the sound of wet sloshes and heavy breathing. “…I think that’s all I wanted to say for now. Jack? Hello?” Jack’s hand felt around the towel for the phone before grasping onto it. “Yeah yeah I got all that, bye” “oh! Tell your girlfriend I said-“ He didn’t allow the poor man to even finish, pressing the red button and flicking the phone away.

Overpowering you, he quickly repositions himself to be on top of you with his arms caging your body beneath him. He drives his cock even deeper into you in this position, making you claw at his back leaving red stripes all across it. With growls and groans into your ear, his hips stutter as ropes of cum finally spill inside you, your legs locking behind his chiseled back, following closely behind.

A mixture of cum and sweat stained the beach towel as he pulls out from inside you. Your chest heaves up and down, trying your best to come down from your climax. “You did so well, baby” he lets out a tired chuckle, sipping on the can of beer as he enjoyed your fucked out face.

Whenever new villagers would come for the feast, you would be locked in your room. If only that would block out the screaming and banging at the door. You had had enough of the sheltering. So you decide to flee.

He blames himself for this. Obviously he has given you too much freedom if you think you can leave. Was he not clear when he said you belonged to him? He tried, he tried his damndest to hammer that point in. The control he held on your schedule was supposed to signify that. It was only when he loosened his grip on your metaphorical collar did you think you had free will.

He has done everything in his power to be hospitable, and make everything to your liking. You wanted to move rooms? Sure, that can be arranged. Are the curtains not to your liking? He’ll order new ones. No one has come close to the lengths he is willing to go through for you, and you throw that back in his face and leave?

The sons do the best they can to catch you before you leave the castle, since they can’t do much when you make it outside. They don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep struggling they will have to result to force. Flies completely coat you, pulling on your skin, getting tangled in your hair, frantic buzzing sounding in your ears mixed with pleas to stay. You almost surrender at the noise alone, until finally you release the latch on the door and cold air comes in like a bull on a rampage.

You hear them scream in pain, but you do not care to look back. They can’t follow you anymore. All you need to do now is run. Run far away from here. Somewhere where this cursed village will never find you again.

There are two ends to this:

The first, and most probable outcome, you were unable to escape. You can only run so far from your demons before they inevitably catch up to you. It’s funny, how you thought you could make it out. Honestly, I could laugh. Ha. Optimism is a virus, love. Don’t get infected.

You will be hunted down by Dimitrescu and taken back to the castle by force kicking and screaming. Reasoning went out the window when you decided to leave. So don’t think you can sweet talk your way out of punishment. You knew the consequences, and yet ignored them so blindly it was as if you wanted this.

Needless to say, when you return to the castle, the little freedom you had will be squeezed down. There will never be a moment where you don’t feel hungry eyes marked into your back, or a shadow lurking around the corner. You are part of this family now, and they’ll make sure you know it.  And if you try to escape for a second time, he would break your legs to ensure you never break his trust again.

The second, by some miracle, you make it out alive. Despite all of the odds being against you, somehow managing to outrun the fiercest of opponents, trudging through the valley of death until finally you make it past the outskirts of the village.

No one in house Dimitrescu is spared from the blame. Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel blame themselves for being too useless, powerless to stop one mortal from escaping. How many humans have they killed? A hundred? Maybe more? And yet they couldn’t stop one from leaving.

The castle was cold, goosebumps rising on your skin and making your nipples stiff beneath your dress. You couldn’t suppress shivering, folding your arms over your chest to try to stay warm, unknowingly giving your Lord a flattering view of your cleavage. You squeezed your legs together, mortified when you could still feel it swirling inside you, Lord Dimitrescu’s gift to you filling your womb. 

After swallowing the last bite of food on your plate, you looked up nervously to your right, flinching at the intense look your captor threw your way. He was a giant, making you feel like little more than a doll seated at the table, the satin, maroon night dress you had donned making you self conscious from how thin it was. It did little to hide every imperfection or curve along your body, making you lift your shoulders up defensively as his eyes traveled down your seated form. 

He filled up your cup, the red liquid swirling around the glass making you uneasy as it reminded you of the color of blood. You didn’t bother to reach for it, Lord Dimitrescu already bringing it to your lips to coax you to drink it. He held your chin gently, his eyes focused on your puckered lips as he raised the glass. To your relief, it tasted like ordinary wine (albeit with a very rich texture) and not the metallic taste you feared. The liquid ran smoothly down your throat, a trickle escaping the corner of your mouth to trail down the length of your neck to slide between your breasts. 

Lord Dimitrescu’s attention was fixated there, bringing a calloused thumb to trace the path of the droplet, grazing the numerous bites and hickeys littered across your neck and shoulders along the way. When he tugged down the front of your dress, exposing your naked tits to his hungry gaze, you had to resist the urge to scoot away from him, gripping the sides of your chair tightly to allow him to inspect you. 

The feeling of his warm palm caressing your globe had you biting your lip, unwilling to let him know much comfort it brought to your freezing body. When he tugged on your nipple, squeezing the tiny nub between his thumb and forefinger, you couldn't contain your small mewl, breathing shallowly as your nerves lit up with your arousal. He shifted his gaze back to your heated face, taking in your tortured expression with a smile before leaning down to kiss you gently on your soft lips. 

It started out innocently, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing manner as he continued to grope at your plump breast. It had you sighing into the kiss, your body responding to his soft touch as it warmed up your body. When you felt his other hand squeeze your inner thigh, you gasped allowing his tongue to breach past your lips to plunder the hot caverns of your mouth. From there, the open mouth kiss turned heated, your tongues dancing aggressively against each other, Lord Dimitrescu growling deeply with every muffled moan escaping your sweet lips. The hand on your thigh traveled up to push your dress out of his way, his thick fingers brushing against your swollen folds to make you jolt in your seat. You flinched away at the contact, your wet lips disconnecting from his sensual mouth when you shoved him away from you.

“I, I..” you stuttered out the words, snapping your legs closed to prevent him from touching you further. “I don’t…” You cast your eyes down, trying to explain yourself when a stony expression crossed his face. “It still hurts.”

Your response only had him raising an eyebrow, Lord Dimitrescu clearly not pleased with your reluctance to service him once more.

Suddenly, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off your chair. He sat you on top of the table, amused at your little shocked gasp before pushing his chair back to kneel before you. He brought his hands up to his neck to begin unbuttoning his shirt, showing off the broad expanse of his chest and muscled form as he pulled the fabric to the sides. You couldn’t look away from his body, your mind replaying the events of last night when you lay under him, screaming and moaning out in ecstasy as he took you over and over, uncaring of your sobs as he brought you to climax after climax. 

When he applied pressure on your knees, his large hands possessing the capability of breaking your bones, you knew what he wanted. 

“Open up for me, uibito.” His smooth voice tickled your ears. “Let me see what I’ve done to you.” 

“M-my Lord!” You put up your hands to stop him, “Don’t you think it’s too soon to… to-.” A shriek escaped you when he forced your legs open, the cool air stinging your inflamed vulva and making you shudder when you felt his cum dribble out of you in copious amounts. You tried to reason with him once more, desperate to hide your shame from his curious eyes. “What I mean to say is, I have not fully recovered from your affections, and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we–AH!”

He rubbed your engorged clit, shocking you enough to have you fall back on the table on your elbows. You tried to shove his hand away, tears of humiliation glistening your eyes when you felt his spend leak out of you to pool on the table cloth. You hated how you couldn’t control yourself, your hips grinding against his palm despite your protests. He rubbed none too gently at your stimulated nub, taking note of how your little breathless gasps indicated your body’s readiness to take him once more. With his other hand he tugged down his pants, the twitching organ responding to your pleasured moans as it sought out your tight pussy. You shook your head, twisting and turning your body when his cock rubbed along your ass. 

“You’re still of a mind to refuse me? My patience grows thin with you, draga mea.” Lining up his cock to your reddened folds, he began to push his way through, delighted at the sight of your pussy struggling to wrap around his sheer girth. “Shall I remind you what it means to be mine?”

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