CHAPTER 41

Harry was on fire. He is burning up. If not worse, he burns so bad. His phallus thickened the more and glistened with more precum, needing a pussy to grab unto.

His lower belly tightened to the point of pain, volcanic pressure seriously building inside him. Pressure that must find release in one way or the other.

He doesn't now how long he's been lying there in the cold floor, tears burned repeatedly on his eyes but he tried to blink them back determined not to shed them.

As always, when it gets bad like this, self satisfaction will no longer cut it. He has tried masturbating several times each time his addiction triggers but it only manages to push him to the edge without falling over.

It's the highest punishment of all to him.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Bethel's voice came behind the door and he bit his lip hard, trying to control the sounds that escaped his throat but he couldn't stop it. He almost succeeded in keeping quiet when another contraction started deep inside him.

"Oh.... heavens..!" He cried out in pain, crawling his fingers on the cold hard ground. He fisted his hand and pushed it into his mouth to muffle his cries.

Bethel can't see him this way. He doesn't want her to see him this way!.

"Master!" Bethel shouted. Then a loud bang filled the air as her feet hit the door.

She's going to kick the door down.

"I'm alright..... Bethel.... go take care of my daugh... daughter" he tried to shout but it only came out as a tortured gasp as another contraction started deep inside him.

Two more furious kicks and the door burst open, he couldn't decipher where she got such strength from. She stormed into the room, her eyes zeroed in on him lying down there on the floor.

He knows he must look like some man whore or hussy in his glorious nudity with his perfect maleness standing tall and proud, squeezing his legs together in a futile attempt to create some kind of friction. His face was drenched in sweat. His eyes half dazed..

"Ohh goodness, Harry what's wrong?" He heard her ask. .

He swallowed tightly. He couldn't answer her because he was fighting another painful orgasm.

"Bethel ... Bethel!" He heard himself gasping her name repeatedly as shameful desire for sex stuck him.

He has never felt so ashamed. The one woman he never wanted to see him like this stood there at the door.

"Harry!" She called.

She looked confused seeing him that way. Baffled. Curious. Worried.

"I feel....." He cut off instantly and cried out as another spasm shook his whole body.

"What the .... oh.... no.... Harry talk to me" be distinctively heard her cry for him.

Then she rushed towards him and slid one arm under his shoulder to support him to the bed. She cradled him against her body like a mother would do to her beloved child.

Harry turned towards her, helpless to keep from laying his head on her plump breasts which were so pointed and firm. God it felt so good. So good. But he wanted more to satisfy his dirty addiction.

"It's okay, you're going to be alright" she rasped. He kept his eyes shut, his face against her shoulder, trying to block out everything.

The room around him was shadowy and he knew the light was dim. He also knew that his vision is fuzzy.

Bethel pat his shoulder tentatively.

Drugged. Harry is drugged.

She doesn't know how but it can't be mistaken. She's sure he is high on a powerful aphrodisiac that is starting cause real pain.

Why would Harry take a sexual enhancing drug? Clearly he doesn't want this.... so why?

How is this possible for christ sake?

She couldn't get the image of him lying there on the floor, drenched in sweat and moaning repeatedly out of her mind.

Dread filled her. Could it be that someone made him this way? Because clearly, he can't do this to himself.

"Bethel... Bethel!" Be gasped out suddenly, drawing her out of her thoughts. She watched as his body spasmed on the bed. He reached for her and tried to pull her on top of himself.

"Please.... I need you, I need sex" he moaned out in anguish.

She nodded and took off her nightwear, her underthings as well until she was left in nothing but skin.

Seconds later, she was with him on bed.

"I'm confused, Harry.... I don'tt know what's going on with you, please talk to me" she reached out to him. She's so worried about him.

She never knew his large crazy appetite for sex is not his doing...

Beyond desperation, he spread her thighs eagle wide for himself and steadied himself between her.

He never wanted to do this to her anymore because she doesn't deserve it. He already deflowered her.

He knows she's too innocent to be his addiction reliever.

Look of shame left his eyes as he rocked his phallus frantically against her pussy. He shove into and opening and damn, it feels like home!..

Her frame wrapped him tightly, she moaned out softly and reached him to kiss him...

He never returned her kiss because he thinks he felt like shit, like dirt. He only burried his hard maleness inside her, he didn't thrust.

Bethel continued kissing him and she urged him to kiss back to which he replies. "I don't want you to see me like this".

"It's okay, you're okay" she uttered, stroking his back up to his shoulder.

"No.... I'm not okay... I need more" he moaned out. "I can feel it. Inside me. It's starting to build up again.. ohh God, Bethel I don't want this. I've never wanted this!"..

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