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How can he go on treating you as though you were merely his prey, created for nothing more than his own pleasure? Though it makes him uneasy, his heart tells him you’ve become much more than that.

Laito gazes down at you longingly, that bright, pink blush he so loves decorating your cheeks as you whimper and cry for him.

How can he so mercilessly continue to take from you, when he himself endured the very same theft in his youth? Forced to give his innocence to another over and over until he’d turned into the very monster he once feared. Perhaps he deserved it, wretched creature of the night that he is.

But you… you are too precious, too soft, too important.

Names like “bitch” and “slut” used to fall so easily from his lips, but not tonight. Tonight you’re his baby and he wants you to know it.

His hips begin rolling into you at a torturously slow pace, your breath stuttering as frustrated tears finally spill out over your lash line and down your flushed cheeks.

It’s with a coo of endearment that the words “My poor little girl,” slip from between Laito’s lips.

The needy whine you let out in response elicits a groan of pure desire from him.

“More.. p-please…” you mumble shyly, hiccuping through broken sobs.

If his heart could beat it would be thundering.

Feeling uncharacteristically flustered, Laito rakes a hand through his tousled hair before leaning down to kiss you tenderly.

“Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”

He’s tired of taking from you, this time he’s going to give.

For the rest of the night, Laito focuses on nothing but your pleasure, determined to draw every possible sound from you.

Honoring your request, he sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping into you with bruising force as he fills you to the brim. Maneuvering you so that your knees are bent against your chest allows him to bury his cock as deep inside of you as possible, pulling appreciative mewls from your throat.

Before long, you’re a whining, drooling mess, pitiful little moans leaving you with each thrust of his cock into your sopping core. Obscene sounds echo off the walls, the air growing heavier as the heady smell of sex invades your nose.

Sensing your impending climax, Laito reaches a hand between your legs and, with deft fingers, begins circling your clit, trying his best not to get too distracted by the view of your messy pussy swallowing him so eagerly. The sight alone is enough to finish him off, but he holds back. This is about you.

Grounding himself, he leans down to drag his mouth along your exposed neck, fangs teasing your heated skin as his breath leaves goosebumps in its wake. It’s not long before his skillful fingers, working in tandem with his powerful thrusts, are too much for you to bear. You can do nothing but cling to him desperately, tears blurring your vision, as you reach an overwhelming orgasm.

But this time Laito talks you through it, holding you close as he whispers praises into your ear. His hips slow to a stop as he cradles your shivering body, careful to wipe your cheeks clean and brush your mussed hair out of your face. He finds it surprising how naturally this comes to him, having repressed his instincts for so long in favor of cruelty. Maybe he isn’t such a monster after all.

After a while, you come back down to earth and Laito gently lowers your legs before sliding his cock out of your abused cunt, sticky strands of slick still connecting you to him. As though he were born to, he continues to dote on you, hands gently massaging your sweaty thighs as you regain your senses, blinking owlishly up at him.

Breathless you whisper, “But what about y-”

He cuts you off with a kiss.