❕cw: pseudo-incest, emetophilia, degradation, blowjob, mentions of violence
his sideway glance is enough to set off sirens. her heart thuds against her ribcage, throat tightening. clammy palms clasp onto his chest, nails digging into the thick fabric of his uniform. it’s stiff and smells coppery mixed with aftershave. a pitiful attempt of masking it up.
“caleb. god, caleb, tell me you didn’t.”
his tongue prods against his cheek, a cruel look with ill intentions settling into his features. her sobs grow increasingly louder with each passing second.
caleb had done many terrible things before and he would continue to do so. regardless, the blow would never soften. throwing himself against the concrete wall behind him, his gloved hand tiredly runs down his face. like he’s already sick of the conversation.
"answer me." she curses the waver in her voice.
“i would do anything for you,” he stalks forward “i will do anything for you.”
leather fingers graze the surface of her cheek tenderly. then, he pushes out a resignedly bitter laugh.
“if that’s what it takes,” he doesn’t pause as he grips her neck and tears open her blouse “but it goes much deeper than… this.”
buttons crash to the hardwood beneath her, lost and never to be found. she gasps as his mouth sinks onto her pulse, teeth imprinting her skin. without a thought, she releases a moan. it betrays her every instinct to push him away, to keep interrogating.
he’s always looked so attractive like this— felt so incredibly sensual after something so awful.
“i don’t care. i don’t care.” the words sound false as soon as they leave her lips, immediately being cut off by thick digits being stuffed into her mouth like a gag on a hostage.
two of them dip down the center of her tongue, stroking until she chokes. her body shutters in retribution, but he furthers his assault. nausea travels from the back of her esophagus to where his fingertips rest, saliva oozing downward onto her chin.
it's vile and humiliating, the way she’s left to pant like a dog in a hot car, still sucking on the index of his hand. when he retracts them, he hums in approval and thumbs a tear away.
“i would do anything for you.” caleb repeats more sternly.
sex is an odd thing with her brother. first he strips her bare, makes her sit with her own naked, disgusting truth. covers her in it, then rewards her with his own. two ideals meeting halfway. a yin and yang.
in reality, she does care. a sick, twisted part of her wants him to be brutal. to decimate any threat to their relationship, all because he can. because he can’t stand the thought of death separating them for the second time. being a hunter had conditioned her to be selfless and the hero. caleb had always taught the opposite, to let her carnal desires take hold.
“i want you. i need you— now.” she mewls, knees crashing onto the floor and sodden mouth hovering at his clothed erection.
he brushes away stray hairs on her sweaty forehead, an insidious look gleaming in his eyes when she unsheathes his cock. it stands tall and proud against her cheek, the tip poking at her left dimple.
“you like it.” his taunts are only a catalyst for her arousal.
suddenly, his cock buries deep inside her mouth, barely moving and holding it there like it’s something to keep himself nice and warm in. the size of him is overwhelming and her nose burns at the sensation of needing to breathe. she claws at his hips to seek for any mercy he may give.
caleb only chuckles at her struggle, impaling her by bucking his hips impossibly harder, pubes brushing against her skin and veins on his adonis belt pulsing. bile comes up at the same time he releases inside of her, an ugly sound tearing from her chest as he begins to finally thrust in and out of her.
"s'fuckin' sexy." his voice is so low she almost misses it.
it seeps around the corners of her mouth and patters onto the ground, thick and unhurried. caleb doesn’t give a fuck, just keeps riding his orgasm out until he’s satisfied at completely dismantling her.
“my baby sister is just as filthy as me.” he pulls out abruptly.
her cheeks flush at the sight of her vomit coating his shaft, the way it travels down his balls and into his trousers. it's not much of anything, void of food and almost purely swallowed saliva mixed with his semen. it froths as he continues to stroke himself with it, still hard and needing more.
she’s sobbing now (with embarrassment or need, she’s not quite sure), mouth agape and still gagging on the phantom feeling of his cock. he taps the head of his length once, then twice against the flat of her wet muscle, groaning out in ecstasy as he ejaculates once more.
“i could keep going, just like this, forever. i wouldn’t feel any remorse— for killing, i mean. as long as you’re by my side, it’s worth it. you’re worth it.”
his love is an illness that goes beyond physical. one she would gladly choke on if it kept her under his towering body, ripe for the taking.
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