#ttihay

He’d been rough. With a minimal amount of actual care in how you were feeling at the time. Yet even so, you can’t help but ponder about how much you actually liked it.

As you listen to Ettores laboured breaths while he pretends to not lurk in the doorway, much to your amusement, you can’t help but let a small drop of your blood that trickles down your shoulder slightly gather onto your index finger, and plop it in your mouth. You find yourself savouring the strangely powering taste of iron that lingers in your mouth as you finally close your eyes, and let yourself drift into a deep sleep.

The next morning though, you find yourself waking to the unmistakable aching that throbs in your shoulder. You can also hear the background chatter that happens between the two other women you share a quarters with, and you must admit, fear strikes you for a quick moment when you look down at yourself and remember you’re still half naked.

Though it seems that Ettore not only fucked the dignity out of you last night, but your sanity as well. Instead of doing what a normal person would’ve done, and making yourself decent, you just laid where you are. You keep yourself still to imitate sleep, and listen to their conversation on how tired they became last night, and how deeply they both appeared to sleep.

If they’d noticed your bruises and your half nude self, then they kept it to themselves. None of any real conversations were attempted, or even directed to you the entire time you laid there.

You only began to move after they’d left. Wincing and hissing slightly at the dull pain that had begun to radiate through your whole body and acting sluggish when you change into your day clothes. As you look at your bruising flesh, you can’t help yourself from letting a single finger trail over the mark and press lightly on it.

Even when you walk to the mess hall, you can still feel the reminder of last night sticking to the skin of your inner thigh. A throbbing sensation making itself known to you that leaves you limping slightly.

Your mind though, is like it’s in a trance like blur. Filled with a type of numbness that radiates through your brain as you obediently eat the stuff in front of you that Dibs deems fit to call food fit for consumption.

When you look up, it is Ettores eyes that you meet once again from across the room, and with last night flicking through your head like a slideshow, you don’t find yourself able to look away. The action, whilst it makes your heart beat loudly in your chest from some current unknown emotion, also makes you aware of the growing wetness in your already ruined underwear.

You don’t feel as though your human. As even after all that, you just continue to stare blankly at him while you try to continue eating. Choosing to ignore the dark gleam that you can see in his distant eyes as they consistently watch your every move.

Though when you leave to clean yourself and rid yourself of Ettores dried cum that lingers on your inner thigh, the moments of the night playing once more through your head like a slideshow. You can’t get the imagery away from you even if you try, and it was strange enough to think just how much you actually liked what he did to you. That while you were waiting for him to possibly come to your bed and take you, you felt yourself growing wetter with arousal at the idea of what he’d do.

The rest of the day is filled with thoughts similar to before. Filled with inner debates where you argue with yourself on your, feelings for Ettore while you do your chores mindlessly.

You’re in the middle of taking the basket of dirty laundry into the laundry room, a task that does not need much thought processing for, when you hear the sound of the rooms door closing behind you with a loud creaking noise.

You instinctively turn around to see what is happening, and it’s as if your chest seems to almost stop, at the sight of a nearly naked Ettore just standing there.

You don’t make a noise in greeting or dismissal. You don’t even really acknowledge him. Instead, you just put the dirty laundry into the machine and turn it on before turning sitting yourself on the machine to look at him once more.

“What do you want Ettore?” You murmur as you look at him with hooded eyes.

He doesn’t answer your question. Instead, he stalks towards you slowly, before taking a firm grip of your upper thighs and pulls you to the edge of the machine. He makes harsh eye contact with you, and with the mixture of just his presence and the slight vibrations the machine is giving you, you can feel your underwear begin to dampen. It only worsens more as the supposed tension between the two of you rises. The room feeling hot and humid the more his eyes pierce you.

“Just relax… it’ll feel good.” He mutters before harshly pulling your trousers and underwear off in one almost impressively clean go. The feeling of his warm breath against your naked lower half causing a mixture of shivers and electricity to go straight down your spine.

“Fucking perfect pussy…” He mumbles quietly before licking a thick stripe of your leaking cunt with his tongue, groaning while he swallows seemingly merely at the taste of you.

“Oh fuck…” you whine before quickly weaving your hand in his head and tugging slightly, moaning through a smug smirk as you feel the slight vibrations of Ettores groan right where you wanted him to be.

“Knew you’d taste absolutely fucking perfect…” Ettore smirks as he continues to suck and lick at your soaking cunt, using his hands to grip almost bruisingly at your thighs to keep you in place while he tastes you.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your peak arriving when a single hand slithers down and joins in on the assault on your cunt, not even needing to prepare you considering how wet you were already. Soon, the feeling of his thrusting fingers and the mixture of him licking and sucking on your clit makes you grip his hair firmly between your fingers, as you feel your peak wash harshly over you.

While you attempt to recover, the feeling of his tongue almost cleaning you of your juices causes weak noises to pitifully spill from your mouth. When you find yourself able to move and look down at him, it almost looks as if he has to forcibly pull himself away from you.

When you get a look at his face, practically shining in the light with how much of your arousal covered his lower mouth, you feel a whole new range of emotions hitting you all at once. The image of his tongue poking out to lick at the remnants of you round his mouth, and the one of him sucking on his soaking fingers, already imprinted in your mind forever.

He doesn’t say anything else for a while. Simply pulling his trousers down before yanking your head up by your hair to make eye contact with you, as he inserts himself deeply inside of you. You hadn’t been able to see him the last time, but now, you get a front row view in seeing Ettores face scrunched up with an almost ethereal look of pleasure.

There’s no resistance like the last time, due to the most generous amount of preparation Ettore gave you moments ago. So he wastes no time before harshly pulling himself out leaving only the tip still inside of you, before thrusting back into you. The feeling of his hips roughly hitting your own whilst being slightly uncomfortable at first, only adds to a whole new sense of pleasure that you’re feeling. Plus, the sound of his attempted muffled grunts mixing with the wet sound of your fucking makes your head spin with a dazed grin.

Again, you almost feel embarrassed by how quickly you feel that coil inside of your nearly ready to burst. But then you feel the slight throbbing of Ettores cock inside of you, and the slight jagged breathing you hear in your ear, and you can’t help yourself from smirking as the realisation hits you. Ettore was just as desperate as you were.

“I’m close” You whine as you attempt to focus only on the feeling of his hands clenching at your thighs. You can see Ettores eyes dart to look up at you for a mere moment, before immediately going back to being transfixed by the sight of him impaling you on his cock over and over again. You can feel yourself about to moan again, but before you can do that, the feeling of his hands that you were so intently focusing on moment ago is gone. Instead, one of them moves to grip firmly on your throat, deliciously bordering on pain and pleasure, while the other trails down your sweat soaked body to help in the task in making you cum.

At the sudden added stimulation, your hands that were once gripping the machine bellow you for dear life, now move with almost a mind of their own to take a fistful of Ettores head and yank him closer to you. His head jerks up with a mixture of pleasure and confusion on his face, but soon he becomes out of sight as you go to sink your teeth harshly into the skin of his shoulder.

And even though you know he’ll probably deny it, you know for a fact that you could hear an almost clear sounding moan releasing from his mouth at the feeling of your mark. Your own bite throbbing in memory.

You can feel the warmth of his cum inside you as he fills you to the brim with a low groan of his, and once again Ettore for some unknown reason doesn’t pull out of you immediately. Instead, he just continues to stand there panting in your ear. Your own face still near buried into the curve of his shoulder with heavy breaths and a dazed smile.

You move your head only slightly, as if to remove yourself, but not before you spot the indents that your teeth left behind in Ettores skin. Your own bite mark still prominent, flaring in remembrance. When you turn your head away from the slightly erotic view you’re greeted with a direct view of his tattoo, an even more beautiful sight than the one you just saw, if it was even possible.

You can’t help but stop all your movements and admire it though. Looking deeply at the strange intricate details of the triangle, you’re almost tempted to pry off the hand still threaded in his hair and use a finger to trace the patterns lightly. Still, you resistant and try to imprint the view to memory. It seems to move with the skin of Ettores throat while he seemingly still tries to catch his breath, and you can’t help but try and preserve the almost beautiful sight before you before Ettore can move.

You know that he’s not a good person. Far from it, as the specific descriptions of him from his records come to mind. But the strange man in front of you almost looks vulnerable.

Ettore, vastly unaware of your thoughts, is currently tracing illegible patterns onto the skin of your bare back, while you feel him soften inside of you. His rapidly cooling spent you can feel leaking from your insides.

It’s a strangely nice moment between the two of you, you thought. Yet it seems Ettore doesn’t agree, as he all of a sudden pushes you away, so quick he himself stumbles slightly. He puts on the minimal clothing he wears and all but runs out of the room, without so much looking behind him as he slams the door.

It’s weird, but as he leaves you feel a part of yourself sadden as you watch him. He didn’t look back at you at any point, only looking at something in the distance as if he was in thought about something.

The sound of the washing machine brings you out of your thoughts. And as you get down from the machine you were sitting on, your legs give out when you try to stand. Your hips specifically crashing into the frame of the machine, and you can’t help but hiss at the blunt and unpleasant pain that begins to sting slightly.