When the Villains Unite - Chapter 16; Part 3 (R-19)

WARNING: NONCONSENSUAL!!!!

I felt the pain as the dry lining was rubbed up by his massive p*nis. Stretched to the limit without warning, I writhed and tried to get used to his size, but it was of no use. After two weeks of being untouched, my p*ssy was not ready for f*replay-free penetration.

As Damian’s c*ck filled beneath me, he let out a low moan.

“Ha, ha, ha…. Hmmmm….”

“…”

I was breathing hard, unable to move. Before I could process the situation, Damian’s wild thrusting began.

As my vision went black, all I could do was moan in pain.

“Aaahhhh, ahhhhhh…. No…..!”

“Hah, judging by how tight you are, I’m guessing you haven’t been masturbating by yourself all this time.”

SLAP!

My hand on his cheek made him pause and look at me, a red handprint showing on his cheek. I cringed at the sight, but he didn’t care.

“I don’t want it to be like that, so relax.”

“Damian…. No, hah, hah!”

Damian laughed at me as I struggled. He smacked my ass hard in revenge for the earlier slap. He continued to smack my ass as if he was trying to break the grip of my v*gina around his c*ck. I was barely able to breathe from the intensifying pain.

The sobs that accompanied the tears grew stronger as the pain distributed.

“Hah, f*ck…. I hate…”

Damian, who impassively looked at me, ruthlessly plunged his p*nis into me over and over again.

As my hands and feet went numb from his thick c*ck with lubrication, my legs and body gave out. Damian looked at me and clicked his tongue, supporting my lifeless body with his hands on my ass. My swaying body was lifted by his immense strength until my legs were floating in the air.

“Ugh… Put me down….”

Damian’s p*nis was thrusting inside me at a pace like never before. I tried to push him away from me with my legs, but he wouldn’t allow it. I could only cling to his neck with my arms. At least there was a little less pain than earlier as a small trickle of juices leaked out from underneath.

What followed was an intense sensation of pleasure, but that didn’t mean I liked it.

He laughed at me as my moans transformed from pain to arousal.

“How pretty you are crying, sis.”

“Hmpmh…. Crazy bastard…. Hmph…!”

“You’re getting off on being forcefully f*cked by that crazy bastard right now.”

“Hmph… stop, no….!”

I tried to deny his words, but my body responded to the stimulation. Moving like an animal in a fit of rage, Damian had no intention of stopping, blind to my pleas.

“Hmmmm… No, hah….. Ugh….!”

I bit my lip as my moans grew louder. It was frustrating, to say the least. We were inside the Imperial Palace and I had no clue what he was thinking. A grunt escaped my lips as I tried to swallow it, and he fixed my body again to see what else I wouldn’t like. I hugged his neck, thinking I might fall.

“Hah…..!”

“Ugh….”

Damian picked me up and walked over to his desk in his office. As he moved, I could feel the throbbing head of his c*ck deep inside of me. The moment he set me down on the desk, the bottle of liquor fell to the floor and shattered. I closed my eyes at the dizzying sensation of my v*gina gushing through the momentary gap.

“Hmph… No, hmph….”

“You’re squirting so much water from your p*ssy. You love it, but your mouth keeps saying no….”

“Ugh…. hmph….”

“I guess I’ll have to help you be more honest.”

With his hands free by placing me on the desk, he spread my legs so he was in between them and f*cked me at a rapid pace. It would be a mistake if it didn’t feel faster than before. Damian’s stroke made my inner walls feel as if they were on fire, and I was dripping more with every word he spoke.

“Mmmmm…. Hah!”

The grinding sound of my p*ssy rubbing against his c*ck assaulted my ears. As he thrust faster and faster, his climax grew closer and closer. The closer he got to his climax, the colder I felt. I felt dizzy as I watched the chandelier from the feeling sway, leaving an afterimage in my eyes.

“Hmmmm… Hmmm…. Ugh!”

Damian was on the verge of c*mming and pounded into me fast and deep. My inner walls tightened around him and he came with a few more thrusts.

The moment his c*m filled me, I twisted my body to get away from him. It felt weird to have the hot liquid running down my thighs. As If he was unwilling to allow me to escape, he lifted me up and plunged his d*ck back into my v*gina.

“Hmph…. That’s enough….!”

“…. No, it won’t be enough.”

“What’s that… Hmph!”

“You’re just trying to get me to regret it. Damn it.”

I couldn’t really tell what Damian said as he wrapped his arms around me and headed to the couch. Once more, the sexual activity continued without any caresses.

Strangely, Damian just stared as I swayed in front of him and groaned. It was as if his eyes could trap me.

“Hmmmm… Ugh….”

I had no intention of letting him get away with this. I just wasn’t expecting it at all. I tried pushing him away with all my might to break free from his embrace.

SLAP!

His cheek turned as I swung my hand across his face. Another red handprint appeared on his white skin. Damian stopped and my body stiffened. His golden hair was disheveled and I couldn’t see his face.

The thought of what he might do to me now in a fit of rage filled me with fear. When he turned his head and made eye contact, his golden eyes were filled with water. I was dazed as if someone had hit me hard on the head. The look on his face made me forget how he just forced himself into me.

At that moment, Damian peeled away from me. A whimper escaped my lips at the same time as the soreness from the stimulation took over. An opaque mixture of c*m dropped onto the floor.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, my legs gave out, and I slumped over.

“…”

As if the slap on the cheek was a signal, he didn’t move from his spot. He only stared at the mess, tears flowing from his eyes. His pupils dilated in shock at what he was doing.

“Why…. With eyes like that….”

“….”

Damian just kept repeating his mutterings to himself.

Sensing something wrong with him, I quickly sat up and tried to reach out. However, he lightly pushed me away and took a few steps back, making me hesitant to approach. His next move was disconcerting. He threw a punch straight into his face. I was so surprised that my hand covered my mouth.

As if that wasn’t enough, he kept beating himself with a punch, again and again. As red blood trickled from his mouth, I grabbed him without a second thought. He didn’t bat my hand away, but that’s because he might hit me in the process of hitting himself again.

As if forgetting what happened, I quickly examined his face.

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding… I need a bandage now….”

“…. Okay, like you said. Let’s stop this.”

I turned around, but I couldn’t find anything to use as a bandage, so I brought the sleeve of my dress to the corner of his mouth. He looked at me, more pain in his eyes than ever before.

“Didn’t you hear me asking you to stop?”

“I didn’t mean it.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t pissed at his coercive behavior. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t rash of me to interrupt him as he left the room. Even if you chalk his behavior up to a derailment of some sort, he crossed the line. Based on that alone, I couldn’t easily forgive him.

I don’t know why he is so afraid of the words that will come out of my mouth. He is usually so unapologetic about everything he does and it’s his cowardice that led us to this point.

How was this going to end? It is easy to say “enough” when you know where the end is.

Kofi