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Four didn’t seem to understand personal space.
Or maybe they understood it perfectly and ignored it on purpose. Because right now they were hovering so close that Sen could practically feel the static humming off them.
“You’re doing it again…” Sen said.
“Doing what?”
“Looking at me like I’m a puzzle.”
Four’s grin widened. “I like doing puzzles.”
Four stated, touching the rim of her face.
“Ugh, don’t be weird.” Sen said with slight disgust, shrugging his hand away.
“Weird? What are you talking about?” Four questioned, a smug smile plastered on his face.
Sen averted her eyes to literally anywhere else.
“You come to my house and still ask what’s weird?” Sen practically snarled at him.
“I basically own this place. I can do whatever I want!” Four snarled back, reaching closer to Sen. Now lying on top of her.
“I g-guess…but what the hell are you doing?”
“I told you already, I won this place. Which means I own you too. Which means I can do whatever I want with you! Isn’t that fun?”
Sen didn’t know if it was Four’s weight that tightened her chest, or if it was those words he spoke that scared her. Either way, she didn’t like where this was going.
“Don’t be an idiot—! You don’t 'own' me—Four—?”
Four didn’t hesitate to reach even closer, their breaths clashing together. “Stay still, won’t you?” Four’s hands grasped her shoulders, keeping her absolutely still, causing her breath to shudder. He finally closed the void between them and kissed her, startling her.
“F-four—g-get—OFF!” She attempted to shove him away—to no use. Four took both of her wrists in a swift move with one hand, pulling them above her head. “MmHg-“
While doing that, he also locked her legs in between his thighs.
This shouldn’t be considered a kiss…
Four was harshly sucking and biting her lips, leaving intense bruising. Even while he did this act, his eyes remained open, watching Sen’s every move intently.
Four’s free hand went under her head, caressing her body softly—contrasting with his violent movements.
One of Four’s bites bit harder than the others, making Sen gasp for air, which gave access for Four’s tongue to pierce the inside of her mouth. "hHhg—"
Four unfurled his tentacle dick, making it touch Sen’s body alongside his hand.
Sen felt…hopeless. She tried kicking him off, but it didn’t seem to be working.
And the worst part of all of this, is that she could feel a strange sensation below her.
(This…isn’t real…this can’t…be happening…)
“F-Fou..ur…”
Sen’s body began to react, her vagina popping up, vulnerable to the world—Sen flinched at the sensation…and trembled at the thought of what’s about to occur. Four grinned at the look. “ah-ahng—..”
Sen’s moaning sounds like music to him.
“Finally! I was getting bored!” Four’s hand that had been caressing Sen’s body moved to Sen’s legs, gripping them to bruise while he sat straight, shoving her closer to his cock.
“This…will be quick if you cooperate.”
“So, stay still please!”
Four had a plastered smile on his face while he told her that. Sen was left entirely speechless. It’s like…every single thing that happened only registered minutes late.
Four wasn’t slow with his moves. He aggressively pressed his entire length into her, her back snapping upward.
“F-FOUR—” Sen finally came back to earth and noticed what the hell was happening, and squirmed under his touch. "p-please—STO—p-"
“Shut up.” Four, seemingly impatient with her. He started to move. He pulled out of her completely, just to slam all of it back in. Sen’s breath hitched for way too long.
Four laughed at Sen’s patheticness as he began to pick a pace. His weight shifted again, straining Sen’s chest, and he went ahead and started to mark her. “Be a good girl for me… and shut up.”
Back to biting, then sucking the mark on her neck—doing it again and again all over her neck.
Sen felt herself choke on her own cry.
Four’s blue skin, slick with sweat, rubbed against her. Each thrust drove him deeper, the head of his tentacle-cock pressing against her cervix with a sickening thud.
“Haahh… that’s good…”
A wet, squelching sound accompanied his rhythm, a constant reminder of the violation. Sen's hips, trapped between his powerful thighs, bounced helplessly with each impact.
Her inner walls, initially tight with fear, now stretched and burned with the relentless invasion. He pulled back, the thick shaft sliding almost completely free, then plunged again, making her gasp, a raw, choked sound that was more pain than pleasure. “Nnhg…”
Her clit, swollen and sensitive, throbbed with an unfamiliar, terrifying pressure as his thick base slapped against her perineum. The air around them grew thick with the scent of their bodies, a metallic tang mingling with the earthy musk of her own fear and arousal.
“you—hggnh—you’re doing soso good…”
His lips tore away from her neck, leaving a series of angry red marks. He leaned back, his eyes, wide and unblinking, fixed on her face. A thin string of saliva connected his mouth to her neck, stretching and breaking as he moved.
“You’re so loud...” he breathed, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her, even as he continued his brutal rhythm. The sound of her own ragged breathing, mixing with the wet, rhythmic of his cock, filled her ears.
“hmm…—
you don’t sound so annoying anymore…”
Her legs, bruised from his grip, trembled uncontrollably. The sensation inside her was a burning, tearing pressure, yet a strange, unwelcome pulse began to thrum deep within her core, a traitorous response that horrified her.
He watched her face, his grin widening as he felt her body’s involuntary shudders. His tentacle-cock, now fully engorged, seemed to fill every inch of her, stretching her to her limits. He sped up, his thrusts becoming a frantic, relentless assault. Her hips lifted off the couch with each powerful downstroke, then slammed back down, the impact jarring her teeth. A low moan escaped her lips, not one of pleasure, but a desperate, wounded sound.
He leaned down again, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and stale. “Almost there, aren’t you?” he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a sick delight.
His free hand reached down, fingers brushing against her engorged clit, a brief, agonizing touch that sent a jolt through her. She arched her back, a helpless buck, as he withdrew his hand, only to slam into her even harder, deeper than before. The pressure on her cervix was unbearable, a tearing sensation that made her vision swim.
A final, prolonged thrust, deeper and more violent than the rest, emptied him inside her. A gush of warm liquid flooded her, mingling with her own wetness, filling her with a sickening warmth.
He held himself inside her for a long moment, his body rigid, before slowly, reluctantly, pulling out. The sudden emptiness was a cold, aching void. A thick string of his cum, mixed with her own fluids, dripped from her opening, sliding down her inner thigh. He sat up, his weight lifting from her chest, but the imprint of his body remained, a heavy, suffocating phantom.
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable, a strange mix of satisfaction and something akin to boredom.
“good girl.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then stood, adjusting himself. Sen lay there, completely exposed, her body aching, her mind a numb, silent scream. The air felt cold against her wet skin.
She could only stare at the ceiling, her eyes burning, the memory of his unblinking gaze burned into her vision. The room, once familiar, now felt alien, tainted. The silence that followed his departure was heavy, suffocating, broken only by the ragged sound of her own breathing.