THEVOID

You hardly ever saw the family, you and the other slaves worked and lived with the animals, sleeping in the barns with the cows and eating your meager breakfast and dinner when you were out herding the sheep.

As you rested your weight on your makeshift wooden cane and enjoyed the gentle breeze of the sea, you began to doze off and dreamt of a life in freedom. You still remembered your childhood on the island you were born on, the voice of your mother and the warmth of your grandmother's hug - they were both long gone.

In your melancholy you did not notice a man approaching you, his steps softened by the fresh grass were almost silent despite his impressive size. You slowly blinked and opened your eyes to find yourself standing in a tall shadow.

"How are the sheep this morning?" A voice you had never heard before asked you.

The wind caught in your hair as you struggled to reply, your eyes wandered over to the herd, all of the animals were peacefully grazing together in the distance. There was no reason for the stranger to behead you or worse, you hadn’t made a mistake. And yet, the man's aura was unsettling enough for you to freeze.

"The herd is doing good, we have two dozens new lambs this week, all healthy and eating well," you told the man earnestly.

He hummed and placed his hand on your shoulder, it felt warm and pleasant.

"Look at me," he demanded.

When you turned around you had to crane your neck to took up into the face of a man whose name you could never forget - it was none other than Saint Ju Peter, patriarch of the Shepherd family and most importantly an Elder.

In his presence you felt like an insect, oh how easily he could have stepped on you and ended your life right then and there.

"Do you enjoy tending to the animals?" Saint Ju Peter's hand moved from your shoulder to your neck.

Perplexed by how gently the God touched you, you needed a moment to respond.

"Yes, I do," you breathed out, "It's soothing …"

"Soothing?" He wondered and you briefly feared that your answer had displeased him. The Saint noticed the frown on your face and clicked his tongue. "Continue, speak your mind freely. I command it."

You couldn’t believe that you were speaking to a Gorosei so … intimately, even if he had disguised his curiosity as an order you wouldn’t disobey, you still couldn’t shake off the fear that this was a trap. No Celestial ever had good intentions, especially not with young slave woman such as yourself.

"Yes, my Lord. It calms my heart to see these animals living so free of worry, they will never be plagued by doubt nor fear. In a way, they might be better off without a conscience," you answered, keeping your eyes on his chest to avoid angering him.

Ju Peter caressed your cheek while gazing at you, his attention had long shifted away from the grazing sheep.

"Are you suggesting that I would be better off as a ram than a God?"

You felt your heart sink.

"No, no! Of course not, forgive me, my Lord!" You were about to fall on your knees, but the Elder's strong grip on your wrist stopped you.

"How curious," he said more to himself than you before he pulled you close and forced you too look into his bright blue eyes.

"You will be coming with me, little lamb."

If it wasn’t for the hand around your throat keeping you on your toes, you would have surely passed out and landed in the tall grass. Part of you believed you were still in the midst of dozing off into a dream, but that illusion did not last long until the Saint lifted you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing and carried you through the field.

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• From one moment to the next your life had changed forever. The Elder brought you into one of his manors belonging to his family and called for his slaves to fetch and clean you.

The house servants prepared a bath for you, you had never experienced anything quite like it, the water embraced you in a warm hug and the lavender scent of the soap lulled you into a sense of safety and comfort. That sentiment lasted until the slaves scrubbed the dirt of your bare skin with brushes so rough, you suspected they were meant for horses.

Still feeling unsure what your purpose would be within these sacred halls, you sat waiting in a spacious winter garden. Freshly bathed, your hair curled and braided with white daisies woven in, the only thing bothering you was the tightly laced corset of the dress you wore.

Instead of your master, a maid stepped into the room and brought you tea.

"I'm sorry, but-," you spoke up, only to be met with the maid's flat palm pointing at your face, so you lowered your voice to a whisper. "I need to know why I'm here. Please."

The maid filled your cup, when she put down the kettle she sighed softly and briefly checked if the doors behind her remained closed.

"What did the master call you when he brought you here?"

You leaned forward to pick up your cup of tea, just to have something to hold onto to.

"A … lamb?" You replied.

The maid gave you a sorrowful look, but said nothing more.

"Is that bad? Hey!" You tried to get up and follow her, but before you could figure out how to lift up your skirt and balance your steps in the heels you had been put in against your will, the woman was gone and you were left alone once more.

• You didn’t see Ju Peter again in the following days. As you were dragged and lead around the house by many different tutors who educated you on proper table manners and tested your ability to read and write, you only briefly got a glimpse at the other members of the Shepherd family.

Many of them were quite loud and boastful, telling each other stories, their laughter echoing in the hallways outside of the bedroom you had been assigned. None of them had spoken to you yet, and you weren’t too upset about that. Knowing the short temper of most nobles, you made sure to keep your head low and focused on your lessons - though you did not know their purpose yet.

Was Saint Ju Peter raising you to be his personal assistant? Unlikely, a God like him didn’t need to hire a simple farm worker for such an important task. Perhaps a pet then? No, you weren’t beautiful enough to be shown off like a trophy. Your only clue was that he had called you a lamb, and the first maid you had seen hadn't been too thrilled about it.

There was this constant fear at the back of your mind that your time in the world was now much shorter than before. All it had taken for you to be stolen from the life you had grown accustomed to had been one honest answer to your master, you should’ve lied.

At least then you would have been sitting in the grass with the sheep now instead of hiding amongst the wolves.

• Your first meeting with your God took place during a full moon night on one of the many balconies looking over the expansive rose garden behind the manor. In the far distance you heard the familiar noises of the cattle and sheep you used to herd, it brought you some much needed comfort before Saint Ju Peter stepped onto the balcony.

He was wearing a black suit perfectly fitted to his body, his white shirt underneath was slightly unbuttoned, just enough to get a glimpse of the scar on his chest. Ju Peter caught you staring and you had to quickly remind yourself that you were no longer meant to act like a slave - you were supposed to meet his eyes. Without shame or fear.

Impossible, your breath got caught in your throat when the Saint leaned down to cup your face.

"I believe I have made you wait long enough," he told you and sat down across from you. "I'm a busy man, but in those rare moments where I'm not bound in my duties, I wish for some pleasant company. Such as you, little lamb."

It was getting harder to control your facial expressions, every word he said left you feeling more irritated.

"Go on, I will never tire of hearing your voice," he encouraged you.

"May I ask why me, my Lord?"

Ju Peter waited for the servants who arrived to finish arranging your dinner on the table. The food smelled just as delicious as everything else you had been treated to in the past weeks. One servant stayed behind, after a curt bow he cut off a piece of the Elder's steak and ate it.

"When I'm tired and seeking rest, I don’t require to speak with someone who bores me with politics or gossip. No, it must be someone who's different, more simple minded and earnest."

The backhanded compliment didn’t fly over your head, but when you caught something resembling a smile on his lips you were almost willing to forgive him for essentially calling you no more than an empty headed farmer.

"Don’t misunderstand my words, mortal. I have been watching you every day when I had a moment to myself, I know of your strengths and weaknesses. I am aware you’re intelligent, you carry much knowledge from your past life and a heavy burden," he continued and waved at the servant to leave.

"So that’s what those den-den's on the walls were for," you commented and Ju Peter nodded.

"If you wish to return to the stables and continue your work with the animals, I offer you this one last chance to deny me," the Saint spoke slowly, watching you intently to ensure you were hanging onto his lips.

You looked out towards the barns and fields, you did miss the scent of fresh hay and sleeping alongside your found family, but you couldn’t deny that these last few days of luxury had tempted you to reconsider your preferences.

"I will stay," you decided and looked down at your dinner served with wine.

"Thank you," Ju Peter surprised you with how gentle he sounded despite the constantly furrowed brows and the deep lines on his forehead. "Please, enjoy your meal, all important matters are settled now."

• Ju Peter continued to be a busy man, as the head of agriculture for the entire world, there was always a problem to settle and paperwork to fill out. You often ended up warming his lap in those quiet hours or bringing him tea which he insisted on having been brewed by you.

When he wasn’t sitting at his desk, he was lying on his large leather sofa with you resting on his massive chest. He would read books to you, both old and new, while the rain drummed against the windows. Some of his stories sounded so ancient, that you wondered if you he was telling the truth when he recounted his memories from back then.

• You had expected a Gorosei to have an entire harem of women, but aside from you there seemed to be no one. And in the first few days, Ju Peter did not touch you with the purpose of intimacy beyond gentle scratches and pats. He rested his hands on your lower back, but never reached further down.

• It took time before he would begin to close his books early and spend the rest of his meager breaks exploring your body by letting his hands roam up and down your sides. You easily bent to his will, although you were still frightened by his presence, you had grown quite comfortable with his touches.

Ju Peter preferred to kiss you slow, he never wished to hurry when he claimed your lips as held you in his arms so neither of you needed to bent down or reach up.

"You’re everything a God could wish for," he confessed to you one night after he commanded you to share his bed with him.

• Eventually you'd be allowed to meet the other Elders, each of them brought their own "companion", but you were the only one with a slave mark upon your back. You hid against your master’s chest and avoided their eyes, fortunately they were far too busy discussing politics to notice how badly you were shaking.

Ju Peter soothed you, giving you short forehead kisses when he was waiting for his turn to speak.

• In early spring Saint Peter walked with you to the stables where you once used to work and sleep. There, he asked you to show him around as you did, he spoke freely with you about raising animals, growing crops, managing supplies …

"It's hard to believe you never worked at a barn yourself, my Lord," you admitted as he knelt down in the hay to lift a newborn lamb into his arms without caring about the dirt on his suit.

"Before I became an Elder, I was a knight who protected my kingdom during the war," he told you, you handed him a bottle of milk and slightly corrected his hand position before he fed the lamb.

The animal looked ridiculously small compared to him, but despite his size he was gentle enough not to alarm the young sheep.

"A knight?" You wondered.

"Indeed, there are days when I miss the weight of my sword resting upon my hip, but before I was fighting, I helped my father in the royal stables. I enjoyed it more than the brutality and bloodshed," he continued while feeding the lamb. "Now the entire world is my land to reap and sow."

• Ju Peter never told you who the "Great One" was, this mysterious figure who was worshipped by the knights and Elders alike. He assured you it was for your own safety that you remained sitting on your knees outside the temple or he locked you inside a room of Pangea castle with a book while he spent time in prayer.

• You asked him about the scar on his chest once, you traced over the burned skin with your fingers and he let out a pleasant hum.

"It's a an old wound from a battle I fought 800 years ago."

Those words hit you like a slap to the face.

"So … you’re immortal?"

Ju Peter sat up straight and brushed your hair out of your face so he could take a better look at the face he had grown attached to.

"Yes, little lamb."

With that knowledge came the harrowing thought that one day you'd grow old and perish while the Saint would remain the way he was. And that brought you the realization that you had begun to care for your Lord, among all the cruel Celestial monsters who lived in this golden cage above the clouds, Ju Peter was the only one who had shown you kindness.

But how long would it take before the Saint would grow tired of you? After all, if you were truly no more than a lamb to your God, your fate was already sealed.

Bonus ( cw: pregnancy )

• Ju Peter was not only massively tall, but also carried an impressive size between his legs that left you quivering and shaking on the bed when he decided to take you for the first time. You bled on his cock and he promised you he'd be more gentle next time, but the God couldn’t help himself, your pussy smelled far too delicious for him to hold back.

• He loved it when you rode him, whenever the other Elders where gone, you followed him into the sacred room of authority and the two of you fucked on every surface. You felt sorry for the slaves who cleaned up after the mess you made.

• His jealousy knew no bounds. On the rare occasion he didn’t leave you at the manor and brought you outside, he had slaves killed for the minuscule crime of looking your way or speaking to you. If their blood splattered onto your dress or face, he always apologized for the mess, but not once did he acknowledge how cruel he was.

It was no different to him than stepping on ants.

• To separate the claw of the dragon burned into the skin on your back from all the mark all the other slaves carried, Ju Peter ordered an artist to carve vines and roses into your flesh - the symbols of House Shepherd aside from the white ram. You cried during the procedure, your only saving grace was that your master remained at your side.

"I take no pleasure in watching you suffer, but know that this is a gift, not a punishment. A sign that you will belong to me for the rest of your life."

No amount of gentle praise would have convinced you that this was any different than adding more detail to your cattle mark.

• The men in the Shepherd family all sired at least five heirs and at most ten or twelve, especially if they took more than one wife. The family gathering were always loud and attended by many people whose names you couldn’t remember, no matter how often Peter repeated them to you.

He saw you holding your belly as you sat in his lap and ate dinner with him.

"What’s wrong, lamb?"

"I feel strange, almost like I'm sick," you confessed.

Ju Peter set his dinner aside and immediately brought you to Saint Saturn's privat lab. After passing the many cages where he kept his test subjects for his inhumane experiments, you saw the man himself, observing a sick man strapped to a chair.

"Why must you bother me at such an unholy hour? I'm busy," Saint Saturn grumbled.

"This matter is far more important than your experiments," he snapped and placed you down on a table. "It's about this woman, I suspect she might be pregnant … from me."

"Impossible," Saturn sneered and walked towards you to take a closer look, you had to fight the urge to run away when he pressed the cold metal of a stethoscope against your chest.

"None of us are capable of breeding new blood, are you certain your little whore wasn’t taken and used by another slave?"

"I would never!" You cut the Elder off, earning a sharp glare from him.

"Yes, I am. Her body has only known one man and that is me," Peter insisted.

" … fine then, I will examine her."

• Just as Saint Peter had expected, you were indeed pregnant. None of the Gorosei had been able to have a child in over a hundred years, the life growing inside your womb could be considered a scientific miracle.

And now that you'd become the mother of a direct offspring to one of the most powerful men in the world, it only made sense for him to consider gifting you his last name and a ring upon your finger.

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HALLOWEEN, 2009.

You surprisingly landed a job during Halloween, you’ve been bugging–Hell border lining harassing your boss to let you work Halloween night for one reason: The money. Halloween night was the one night this place was packed to the brim with drunken horny clients who threw their whole life savings at the dancers. And you needed that extra cash desperately, especially since your landlord is up charging your rent because you had to pay out of pocket for a new roof he didn’t like. And also because you couldn’t afford to get a lawyer because of your college fees eating your money.

Your boss was a major sleaze bag who sexually harassed all of the girls, minus you at times because in his words and I quote.. You're a major bitch and he only keeps you working here because men drool all over your ankles. He saved Halloween night for the night he only allowed his ‘’best’’ to work. Which you weren’t a part of till Crystal called out because she was taking her son trick-or-treating. So, reluctantly, he called you. Putting you on the shift and you were excited. You desperately needed this extra cash–hell maybe you could finally have some left over to buy yourself something new.

You arrived an hour early for the sole purpose of claiming one of the main stages and eating something fresh, thankfully it was just you and the two nice chefs who made you something to eat before you got busy. You didn’t realize just how many people showed up till the floodgates began to flow open–And it was a real busy night. Extremely overcrowded–But hell, you were in a hurricane of cash that wouldn’t stop flowing till it hit 4 AM. And the club closed, you and a few other dancers helped clean up just to be nice. The other dancers left and tipped everyone out and you stayed behind to talk schedules with your boss.

‘’Hey–So I was just wondering–’’ You said, opening the old red door that led to your boss's over-decorated office. He made it look like a porn director's office. And right on his fat ass was his old self, and one of the dancers you knew as Candy. She was a major bitch who always wore lotion and never cleaned her pole properly after sets. And she was in his lap making out and grinding on him trying to land herself a promotion probably, ‘’Can’t you fuckin’ see I’m busy here?’’ He snapped, his greasy hands on the naked back of Candy who was sneering at you. ‘’Never mind, wasn’t important anyways.’’ You snapped, hearing him mumble and moan about you having a stick up your ass as you heard Candy moan about wanting his in hers–Gross. You did not want to hear your boss give one of your coworkers anal, fucking nasty.. You shut the door and shivered at the unfortunate conversation you walked in on as you went back to the main area of the strip club to tip out the staff.

That’s when you noticed a big homeless man staring at one of the poles, the main one–He scared you. A jolt going through your body at the sight, you didn’t think anyone would get in because the front doors were locked already. But you failed to notice the blood caked on his hands. You had looked around the fluorescent lit club, wondering how he got in. Maybe from the back door, maybe the janitor left it open by accident.. You always felt bad for homeless people, no matter how psycho or how bad they smelt. They were once someone's baby, a human in society till they lost touch. Nobody to help them back up.. 

‘’Hey… I’m sorry but we are closed sir.’’ You spoke softly, not wanting to frighten him, you saw his hooded head turn slightly. But not all the way, a turn of acknowledgment. ‘’Can I get you any food? Or some water maybe? I can call the shelter and see if they can take you in.’’ You offered with a sweet voice, almost like you were speaking to a frightened animal. Making your voice as friendly, warm, loving and accepting as possible. You didn’t know the last time he was treated like a person, and you wanted him to trust you. 

You didn’t know the man you were baby-talking was the infamous Michael Myers, the law enforcement assured he had died 4 years back. And you all believed it, no attacks since that horrific night. You all didn’t know he just collected his vices and hid for those 4 years, only killing other homeless and hikers.. And people who lived on isolated land. Ransacking their homes for food the times he didn’t eat squirrels or raccoons.. Or dogs. 

He turned around fully, his face obscured by a large shadow from his hood. He was wearing all different clothes.. Clothes that covered his dirty, gory mechanic jumpsuit. Making him look like a harmless hobo, not a vicious killer. You could feel his gaze on you, your brain too pure to realize the stare of absolute murder and hate he was giving you till you offered your hand out. One person tried this before, the janitor that taught him to be reserved and to stop speaking. The same janitor he brutalized in his escape all those years ago. He went to break or tear your hand off your body, but you began to drag him over to the bar. 

You took him back behind the counter as you got him a glass of fresh cold water, handing it to him. Michael stared at the water for a few seconds. Registering you weren’t being mean or scared. Hell he couldn’t sense a drop of fear in you. His dirty large hand reached out and grabbed the cup, some dirt rubbing off and mixing with the water droplets on the clean cup as he gulped it down and you let out a small giggle. ‘’Thirsty huh? Lemme get you one of the jugs in the back.. Stay put, okay?’’ You asked, patting his arm in the process. Your kindness and affection was foreign to him.. But not unwelcome. 

You went into the kitchen and to the industrial fridge, opening the metal doors as you pulled out one of the cold water jugs. The kitchen was clean and the chefs were long gone, they left an hour ago. Now Michael could have used this time to walk off, murder your boss and Candy.. And you, and leave. But his feet, they wouldn’t pick up and follow through with his requests. They didn’t aid him like they’d always do. His ears perked as his dead icy blue eyes shot to the kitchen doors as you stepped out, handing him the jug. And that’s when you said something that caught him off guard.

‘’Good boy–Oh, sorry.’’ You praised, missing the small whimper that escaped his lips when he heard the praise. Not noticing how his hand flexed around the handle of the jug or the way his thighs twitched. He uncapped the bottle and chugged the fresh cold water. Not wasting a drop as he silently groaned at how good it felt to be rehydrated.. How his dry throat quickly became moist again. You watched in both concern and amusement as he chugged it down till the whole bottle was completely empty. Watching him bring an arm to his lips to wipe off any excess.. You leaned over, bending over slightly over the counter to grab the phone hooked up to the wall. ‘’Now let’s call someone for you, okay..?’’ You said, not seeing how he got behind you.. Well, not until he caged you.

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This was insane, you shouldn’t be doing this. This was wrong on so many levels–But fuck, you couldn’t stop moaning from how his fat tip messily tried to get into your gaping hungry entrance as he coated his pulsing cock in your essence, his hips shaking as he tried to not enter you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your midsection, keeping you half on the counter half in the air. Your chest squished against the cold metal and bottom half lifted and bent as he finally tried to sink in. Your body rejected at first–He was huge! Well, until he began to force his cock into you as you whimpered and gasped. ‘’S–Shit! waitwaitwait go sloww–’’ You cried out when the man behind you did no such thing, pummeling his hips down brutally against your ass, shoving his thick cock down into you. All the way to the hilt, you could feel him throbbing against your g-spot as he shivered. Faint pants and grunts being heard from behind you.

Your head swung against the counter, resting your warm cheek against the cold sanitized metal. Whimpering and gasping out to him pathetically, ‘’s,soo biggg.. mhmp..’’ You cried, your gummy slick walls squeezing his length greedily. Already trying to milk him. Michael never understood sex or mindless pleasure, he’s had a vendetta against it since that’s what broke his mental state as a child. But now he completely understood it, it felt so good to be buried so deep in you. He could do this allll day, and he will. Shit, he wasn’t going to kill you after this! How could he? You’ve been so sweet and now he was stuffing you like a thanksgiving turkey. 

His hips gently rocked, a bit uncoordinated since he had no clue what he was doing. But him having a stupidly big dick made up for it immediately. A high pitched gasp escaped you as he rocked his hips back and forth, not pulling out yet. You swore if he did that might kill you. Soft sighs and hums of content and bliss escaped you as he gently fucked you, scared if he went any quicker or harder he’d spilt you in two. But there was no way you could come from this as he kept this slow pace you got uncomfortably familiar with. It felt good–But wasn’t enough. Your pleaser heels gripped the tile floor as you pushed back, signaling you wanted it harder. But he took that as a stop, a small sob coming from your lips. ‘’N–No! Nono, wait–I didn’t mean stop.. Go harder please!’’ That’s all you had to say, because in an instant his pace went too cautious and nervous to a punishing pummel. Forcing you to wring out any pre from his leaking dick. The pleasure that quickly ate up your brain could only be described as violent, burning your brain cells like a warzone. Turning your head all fuzzy as you moaned and arched your back like a cat in heat. Trying to make him carve you deeper.

If only you knew who was giving you the nastiest backshots ever was the shape of haddonfield himself, ‘’true evil’’ you’ve heard. You have seen the billboards and ads about the Michael Myers psychiatrist, his book that was nothing more than a case gone public. Practically violating HIPPA in every way, you saw the books and ted talks as nothing more than an easy cash grab. Showing the unfortunate failures of the system, showing how most doctors only care about the money and fame rather than the health and wellbeing of others. Others said he was trying to raise awareness, you begged to differ. 

Michael’s brain was all fuzzy and hazy, just letting his hips brutalize your insides. Loud and wet squelches and squishes coming from every punishing thrust, he didn’t know what he was punishing you for.. Maybe for having good pussy who knows, for once he didn’t have an answer. He just let growls and grunts escape him as he pulled out halfway and slammed back in, knees shuddering upon feeling you clench down harder and your small sobs. ‘’so good–your soo good..’’ he heard you pathetically whimper out, which made his whole cock violently throb catching your very disoriented attention. ‘’Y,You're so bigg.. N’ thick. Fillin’ me up soo good..’’ You mewled out, trying to grind your hips up into his. Shivering when you felt his rough pubic hair assault your clit, the man above you snarled. A full on snarl at your praises, he got so mad that you were praising him. He was already horny enough and now it was taking up his whole brain. </3

His hips got meaner, slamming you down into the countertop. You could hear your ass slapping down against the warm granite, getting wet from your slick and his pre-smeared all over. A small gasp escaped you upon feeling a knot in your tummy getting tighter, but you couldn’t rub yourself since your hands were stuck on his clothed back.. Not to mention he was so compressed down onto you couldn’t reach, so you did the next best and rubbed yourself all over his pelvis. Whimpering from how rough his skin was, he was so worth the STD.. 

Michael didn’t notice anything, too busy with his head buried in your neck pounding away, thick drool escaping his rough lips. Rehydrating any dead skin on them as it leaked down his chin, he held you in a vice. Not letting you move period, stripping the ability from you just so he could fuck you good. Soft and loud gasps ripped from you as you got closer and closer until–

You felt him shudder when you came, and pull back slightly. Looking at the mess that just squirted all over his messy pelvis and stomach. Reaching down to touch it, you were beyond embarrassed. ‘’S,shit–I’m sorry! I forgot too–AH!’’ You squealed like a pig when he flipped you over so you were facing him now. Legs over his hips as he sunk somehow deeper into you. ‘’Oooh–Fuck..’’ You cried out, shaky hand coming up to your sensitive clit and rubbing. Chest sputtering with every breath as his hips started to stupidly pound you. He didn’t know what you just did, but he liked it. And wanted you to do it again, and again.. And again.. It was safe to say you weren’t leaving this counter.

The man’s pace got meaner and more violent as he brutally hunted his release, not chased, hunted. He kept bucking his hips so hard you could feel your hip bones fracturing. Right when he was about to come, he fucked the smart into you. ‘’W–WAIT! Wait! You can’t come insid–nngghh..’’ Your worry was shot all the way down to hell when you felt that delicious warmth flood you, feeling the man on top of you collapse as he messily hummed his load into you. Plugging you up and making sure nothing dripped out, like he wanted you pregnant. Maybe he did.. Maybe he didn’t, maybe it was his way of marking his claim on you. Maybe not. You panted as you tried to rub yourself again, wanting to come one more time before this was all over. And he immediately noticed and rose from the dead to look at you. 

Icy blue eyes peering down at your pitiful show, seeing how you used all fingers to try and get yourself off–But failing miserably. When you noticed he noticed, you started begging. ‘’P,please.. You just have to rub–That’s all..Please! M’ so closee..’’ You whined, how could he turn you away? After all he wasn’t done, his rough filthy hand came up to your sensitive clit. Knocking your hand away as he started to rub, seeing how your thighs locked onto his hips and your hips began to buck. You wanted more? That’s okay, he’d give you more and then some.  He rubbed mean, uncoordinated rough circles that somehow was equivalent to heaven.

You squirmed slightly when you heard and felt the creamy mess sticking to your pelvis, a mix of yours and his cum just pooling there. Getting all over his fingers that were desperately trying to get you off again, trying to ram his dick so hard into you your belly had an obvious bulge. When he heard those sweet little gasps and cries again that he learned built up to your orgasm his pace got sloppy and rough. Your head was lolled all the way back as you came for the second time tonight, splashing him again with your cum as whimpers escaped you at him rubbing you through. That also made it get everywhere, you could hear the liquid splattering down onto the floor. Michael at this point lost it and threw your legs up on his shoulders, having a bruising grip on your hips as he focused on chasing his finish. It was too much–Every loud squelch, your pelvis’s smacking together.. Everything, you were getting too fuzzy brained to focus. 

‘’W, wait.. S’ too much–’’ You whimpered out hoping he’d take the hint, but he didn’t. This man was 100% pussy drunk off of you, you’ve never seen a man so feral over it ever.. Not even on your porn and twitter links you’d find yourself on at 2 AM, you cried out at the ridiculous angle he threw you in. Your back arching off of the messy countertop as you heard his grunts and groans clearly. They sounded primal–You’ve never heard anyone sound like that before. His chest violently heaved as you screamed out in bliss, feeling him fill you up to the brim again. Pumping his hips to ensure his load stayed in before collapsing on top of you.