Chapter 16 Inevitability
\[Lilia\]
A fat bead of tear rolled down from the corner of my eyes. My sobs were drowned by his mouth as he bit my lower lips, clipping it in between his teeth, drawing some blood.
The heavy, irony taste burst on my buds, twisting my guts with revulsion. Nonetheless, he did not cease his assaults and continued to devour my lips as if he were a hungry lion in search of some flesh. His weight is pinning me down, rendering my body immobile. The only thing left for me was to cry.
His rough kisses left my mouth but did not lessen his assaults. Instead, he was nipping the soft flesh down my throat, tugging my skin until they turned red enough to draw blood to accumulate on the surface. He was leaving bite marks in its wake.
Kael pressed me further into the mattress, the rough texture of his palm sliding down to my waist, tracing the curves of my body, and then stopped at the section between my legs. His thumb pressing on my crotch. Kael hit my sensitive spot, jolting me with a sudden unfamiliar sensation, eliciting an involuntary moan from my lips.
“That’s right, my little кукла (kukla). Moan for me.” He gruffly grunted, lowering down to the valley between my breasts. His other hand slid down the thin strap that held my nightdress together, fully exposing my nipples before him.
Under the dim light, I saw his smirk grow wider. He took one of my nipples into his hot mouth, swirling the tip of his hardened tongue, teasing it. Another wave of shudder ran down to my spine, taking most of my breath out from my lungs, gasping loudly.
Encouraged by the response my body was giving him, Kael sucked my nipples hard, playing and pulling at it with his teeth, while his thumb over my sensitive spot at the nether regions of my body rolled. My hips buckled, meeting his tempo, and it seemed to have satisfied him even more.
Kael left my nipples and moved on to the other, treating them both with the same care and attention.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but my own body was betraying me. I don’t want him to be near me, or touched by those hands, yet here he is, violating me in all places.
I just lay there, motionless. There’s no point in fighting him, and I will be no match against him. There’s nothing much I can do right now but to let him.
He'll get sick of me one day and then he'll get rid of me completely. I'm at a loss as to what else could be done to improve my situation.
My tears are streaming down my cheeks nonstop. I looked up at the mirrored ceiling, where I could see the demon himself wreaking havoc on my body. I tried to hold back my sobs, but all that came out was a moan instead.
Kael finally left my nipples. I could see it glistened with his saliva. He roughly pulled down my dress along with my panties. He took a deep breath over my clumps of curls, allowing his nose to hover just above my pubic bone.
I've exhausted all of my fighting reserves.
He lifted my legs and spread them wider, allowing him a clear view of my delicate flesh beneath them.
“Beautiful, just like I have imagined,” he whispered, blowing his hot breath to my core, catching me off guard, and making my breath hitch in my throat, hips buckling in automatic response.
I didn’t say anything and fixed my gaze to the mirror.
Just then, a hot wet tongue swiped over my slit, flicking the nub on my crotch. A sigh left my mouth.
My knees quivered from the unexpected sensation coursing through my body, but I kept myself still, fighting all the urge to give him a motive that my body wanted whatever he was doing.
The muscles on my lower abdomen tightened. The wet, slurping sound resounded over the four-cornered walls of my room. He takes the little nub of my crotch inside his mouth, sucking it hard like a little babe hungry for its mother’s milk. My toes on my feet stiffened. My spine was arching. My hands were clutched over the sheets on my bed.
My lips bled even more from the wound he inflicted. He was tightly gripping me, and I am sure it would leave an imprint on my skin the next day. I haven’t even fully healed from the last trauma I went through from being on the verge of death, being rained with bullets, the ambush in the hospital, and that strange man who sneaked past my ward, saying things I couldn’t understand.
I cried in silence as my body convulsed with such intense sensation coursing through my veins.
Kael continued, sucking hard on my clitoris, lapping his tongue over my labia as he went deeper. The stubborn stubbles on his jaw scraping the soft skin on my inner thighs. A thick, long finger suddenly penetrated my vaginal walls, drawing back and forth in a cadent rhythm. My breath shakes.
I could feel it, the beg of release prodding on my lower belly as he went faster. Kael’s tongue harmonized with his finger. Until I couldn’t hold it any longer, a gush of wave in blended euphoria and abhorrence slammed on me.
Kael lapped every last bit of my essence, swallowing it like nectar to bees drawn to a flower, then he lifted himself. A crooked, sickening smile plastered over his face as though he had won a victory, gazing down on my sprawled self.
I felt humiliated. Disgusted. Sick. I wanted to scream at him, fling a slew of curses to his face. Yet all I could do was sob.
“Don’t cry now, my little кукла (kukla). I paid for your body. I own you. I can do whatever I want with you. Do you understand that?” He crawled up again, lowering his face down and leveling with mine. His hardened stare bore down on me like he was looking down to the bottom of my soul.
The hands he used to invade my private part caress my face. I could smell the musty tang of my own scent in it. The large pad of his thumb slid over cheeks and to my lips. Kael leaned closer to my face, his mouth an air apart from mine as he wedged himself between my legs. My eyes went instantly wide as I felt his stiff shaft poking directly to my heated entrance.
Panic began to rattle inside me, and I tried to push him back.
“You are mine, Lilia. Mine alone.” He growled, and before I could protest, he forced himself all the way in.