Winter in hell. Chapter Two. The Angel. - Sex Stories

Winter in hell. Chapter Two. The Angel.

... amazing, nothing like my pathetic excuse for a cock, sure I had some girth but compared to a real cock...

"You like this, dont you. It was one of your many fantasies as Edward. To be taken against your will by a real man. How does it feel when he force's himself inside you. Dont fight it Winter. Embrace what I have made you. Take him."

It was like a switch had been flipped, the searing pain was replaced by the most intense pleasure I had experienced, each thrust was a miniature orgasm that rolled into one continuous eruption, and as I reached the edge of the clif.

~What the fuck!?~ Connor threw me off his cock, his expression a mix of pleasure, confusion and anger.

I lay panting, anger replacing the lust. "Why did you stop!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you Winter?"

"Me!"

"What happened to you, to the sweet girl I was in love with?"

"Shes dead." I responded flatly, the truth of it lost on him. "And good riddance. The little bitch was always getting in my way, always mocking me, it was torture." Each word was a step, a step toward Connor, a step toward my freedom, my true freedom. "Then one day, I took the knife, cut out her heart, and ate it." I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him in close. "Now, are you gonna fuck me, or fuck off?"

"You're fucked in the head, know that?" Connor threw me back, and I landed hard on the floor. I laid there waiting for him to climb on top of me, spread my legs for him, ready for him to thrust his manhood down my ...

... throat, my pussy, any hole he wanted. Instead he pulled his pants back up.

I was ready to rip his cock off and use it as my own personal play thing and he took it away. I smiled, smiled as Winter always did when she won, even in defeat. My fingers started digging. "Fine, I'll do it myself."

The engine faded as my moans grew, again I was looking over the edge. When my fingers stopped, the pleasure again had been ripped from me, I couldn't feel anything.

"Ohh please! I need to cum, I need it so badly" It was pointless, I could have been riding a horse and wouldn't have felt it.

"Tut tut, greedy aren't we my dear." Tzu circled me, his black eyes locked onto my crotch. "You will cum, but not yet. Not alone, and not tonight. Understood?" He could controll my pleasure with a thought, fuck I really needed to read that contract.

"Yes Master." The words were instinctual, primal. It could have been any other word used to describe his power over me. But Master, it was... right.

He sat at my desk, patting his thigh. "Come my pet, rest your head. We have much to discuss."

"It had gotten worse, as the day went on. First I could only smell it walking to classes, but soon it was everywhere like it was following me, the smell made me lightheaded. The cum, orgasms, the constant stench of lust. It took every ounce of my being not to jump the first couple I ran into this morning, and throatfuck myself to death on profesor Lewis for a whole hour long lecture of ancient orgy ...