His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

76 iv. Complications

“Fucking slut,” Dominus’s hand was squeezing around her neck as his massive shaft pounded on her.

She was lying on the floor, her cheeks pressed hard on the floor as he took her from behind. She teared up, this kind of taking hurts her physically and mentally.

“Smiling at strangers when you think I wasn’t looking? Is that why you wanted to get out of this house so fucking badly? So you can have several cocks pound into your hole?” his anger was too much, and his frustrations were t

oo.

So how could she say anything? He was her first. He was her only. He was greatly mistaken to have those thoughts, she wanted to point it out.

She had to smile at their guests, it was her birthday after all. And she thought she needed to at least greet the beta properly since he is second in rank. How badly mistaken she is, it seems.

He let go of her neck and is now holding her hips as he slammed in and out of her. His rough thrusting hit her g-spot making her unable to stop whimpering under him.

“Fuck you, you whore,” he started to feel good too, his frustrations subsiding as she started to moan out his name.

“Dominusss...” her body couldn’t stop reacting as he leaned forward and licked her neck.

.....

“Noona, you are mine. Don’t smile for anyone else. You are mine,” he sniffed her scent which helped him calm his mind.

Now his thrusts were a bit more gentle as she arched her back under him, her hips gyrating towards his cock as her juices pooled down on the cold marble floor.

They were in her room, unable to reach her bed before they started... before he started. She couldn’t think anymore.

“Dominussss... please...” she begged him, she needed her release.

He bit down on her shoulder, marking her in that same spot he had marked her several lifetimes ago. She moaned even louder, not caring at that instant over the footsteps that can be heard outside her room.

Let the servants gossip. She couldn’t think. At least right now she couldn’t.

All she wanted... all her body crave is for the waves of pleasure to hit her again.

She was like an addict chasing after her own high. Lost in her own lust.

She felt Dominus raise her hips as he kept her head down on the floor, he thrusts deeper in this position. His thick length forcefully opened her cervix as her mouth parted open, her drool sliding down her neck.

“That’s right. You like that, right? You seem to enjoy this more than you let on, noona. You like getting me angry so I can be rougher, so I can pound on you like this? You are such a slut for your own brother,” he hissed, his hands cupping her breasts.

“Nooo....” she tried to correct him, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was under his total command. The rough pounding made her lose her mind as it blanked out.

She trembled under him as he pinched her nipples painfully so. Why does his brand of pain feel so good?

She wondered if it was true. If she was really angering him on purpose so she can have more of this?

She couldn’t help it, she was addicted to the feeling. It would make sense that she has been doing everything on purpose, albeit unconsciously.

The feeling of being stretched beyond her limits, of being forced to orgasm over and over. Of her mind blanking out until she could be aware of nothing else except his rough pounding.

“Queenie,” he slid her hair to the side and kissed her nape, as he grunted his way on her.

Her knees shook from excitement as he bit her again, harder this time. She moaned and panted as he thrusts even deeper into her.

He is in her womb now, his thick cock pulsating inside of her as her walls tightened painfully around him.

She felt her eyes tear up and her voice became hoarse as he slammed harder into her.

She liked it. She liked it when he pounded on her like his life depended on it. She liked it when he groaned and tell her he is near.

She liked when he forced her to say the words. He is right about one thing. She is his slut, his whore, his slave. Hearing those excited her. She wanted so badly to be his.

If he can only see how much she wanted to please him and how right he was about a lot of the things he said. Then he would not have any reason to fear.

She always has been his. Always been just behind him, admiring and supporting him. That was why she didn’t deny him when he came to her room three years ago.

He was drunk and he said he wanted to play a game. He wanted to try how it will be when he finally had a wife.

She could have refused him then, he never forced her into anything. She knew he wouldn’t. But she nodded her head and gave her virginity to him without questions.

She had never forgotten the words she heard that night, “Noona, let me try filling you up with my seed. I want you to fill the space on my bed until I have chosen a bride for myself. It’s just a temporary thing. Be my woman, let’s play pretend.”

She trembled when he shoot his load inside of her. She whimpered and trembled under him as her mind blanked out.

She remained impaled on his shaft as he hugged her, loving her warmth as he spilled his seeds on her womb. She remained in that astral space where her mind is completely devoid of thoughts.

It’s just the feeling of his thick massive cock, pulsing inside her as her walls tightened around it, squeezing it until he has spilled all of his seeds.

She felt herself being carried, her body finally feeling the soft plush of the mattress. But it was only a temporary relief for soon he joined her.

He spread her legs and started rubbing her clit, not letting her get out of her high so easily. She arched her back for him. It does feel so good.

She moaned as his lips found her bossoms, his tongue circling its way around her nipple. It was taut and hard, and so sensitive.

He bit down painfully on it, making hundreds of bolts go through her body, suffocating her. It is too much.

She protested but only on her mind. She couldn’t find the words to stop him. So she let him as he suckled the other nipple just as well, his other hand continually pinching the other.

She shook her head. It is too much. At this rate, she will cum again. But he didn’t care. He wanted her to cum for him even when it is past her limits.

“What? Want me to stop already? You don’t just stop what you have started, noona. I am helping you remember this lesson. Who else can teach you these things if not your own brother?” he whispered in her ear as he pressed his thumb on her clitoris, forcing another wave of orgasm to hit her.

Soon she was crying from over-sensitivity as a cruel smile graced his handsome face. His eyes were filled with satisfaction, yes this is how she should be.

The look of utter surrender in her eyes instead of the usual horror he sees when she looked at him. This is what he needed, the look of her submission.

She arched her back as his fingers started to play with her folds, scissoring their way as he stretches her walls. She couldn’t stop moaning, begging, wanting.

“Please... once more,” she begged him. She knew he was hard again, he has such an unceasing appetite whenever they do it.

He smiled at her, “What’s that, noona? What do you want from your brother?”

She shook her head, he was embarrassing her again. She won’t say it. She won’t give him the satisfaction.

But he wouldn’t budge and bit down on her marked shoulder for the third time tonight. She mewled and her mind blanked out.

“Please, alpha... please fuck my brains out. I want you, need you to fuck me again. Please alpha... make me your cumdump. I’m your little plaything, I’m your little queen,” she gyrated her hips towards him desperately, only satisfied when his massive shaft entered her again.

Her eyes widened in shock and then her eyes shifted to his golden orbs. She felt like she was looking into the majestic sun itself as he pounded roughly against her.

She felt bliss as he continued to mark her, his teeth grazing on her neck, and arms, his lips sucking harshly on her soft skin.

She moaned his name loudly as he took her all through the night. It is right. This is where she belongs.

She knew it, felt it, wanted it more than anything. Even if she could leave. Even if he let her go, she doubted she will ever step away from him.

She needs him perhaps even more than he needs her. She loves him. That’s the truth she won’t admit out loud to anyone including herself.

Admitting it will just hurt her, she knew it more than anything. He despises her. All he wanted was to use her and to trap her here.

One day, when he finds a fitting Luna, one strong enough to lead beside him as their king, then he will have to dispatch of her. He will have to leave her side.

A silly human like herself, weak and without any powers of her own, can never be the perfect bride for an alpha. That was why he proposed to play pretend all those years ago.

He couldn’t even accept her when his parents wanted her adopted into their family because she was inferior in his eyes. How could she expect to gain his love?

She looked at his sleeping form and pressed a tender kiss on his cheek. Only during this time can she let herself free. Admiring his handsome face as he finally slept peacefully.

She played with his hair, her fingers brushing softly against his hair. He is so beautiful. So perfect that the whole world wanted him so.

She couldn’t compete with that, so she contented herself in being his slave. On being collared and treated like his pet. It is better than being let go of.

All she wanted is to stay beside him. She wanted to be his, even when she knew he couldn’t be hers.

“It doesn’t matter,” she consoled herself as she wiped the tear that graced his cheek.

She wiped her tears away, she couldn’t be weak. If she really wanted to stay then she should act like she always had acted, someone whom he can freely use without any complications.

This is the only way she can be his woman, even if it was just during these moments. She could stand it all, because she loves him so painfully so.