4: I'll Die.

Eve

Some demon must have possessed me, or maybe these evil spirits that I couldn't wear off were making me... making me kiss my own step-uncle like a starved lover....

Damn. I was even terrible at it...

Not sure how or when we got into a private room with a bed... but I was too eye-closed, kissing away my naivety, eating up his lips with so much roughness that shouldn't be there. But Flavian was no teacher to take it easy on my lips or my body... why was I struggling to match his pace? His hands were roaming my body... touching, caressing and crashing places he shouldn't...

He pushed me into the bed and kept me captive with his weight as his thighs straddled my hips.

"Ahh.."

"Won't you tell me to stop, princess?... you have to push me away..."

I almost heard a begging note in his tone yet his lips bit down on my lower lip...

I couldn't respond... I didn't want to.

I wanted him... but how did I want him?

"We shouldn't.... tell me that, princess."

He drilled his teeth onto the side of my neck, I groaned... finding it hard to understand why the excitement within me increased...

The line between pain and pleasure... I can't... I...I can't see it... I can't find it. I'm insane. I've gone mad.... Am I really going crazy right now!

I should be the reckless one but I swear he's teaching me a new meaning of that word...

Tell him... tell him this is bad... tell him to stop....Tell him. Eve!!

My heart skipped as the word "stop" echoed in my world several times.

This nonsensical sounds leaving my mouth was driving me crazier than he did...

Dammit! I can't even stop myself...

Let go of me... let me breathe... let me run... you'll be the end of me.

I awkwardly clapped a hand to his mouth, knowing he'd attempt another vibe kill...

He was the drunk one, I hadn't had anything to drink since, not even at the banquet, yet I'm feeling more drunk than I ever felt...

    

The hand trailed over his lips all the way to his head then I fisted a handful of his hair and this time he let out a low growl. I pulled him in until our lips were almost touching..

"Make me feel like a woman then I'll consider keeping your tongue as a souvenir when I cut it"

The words were taunting... and he gave in to the tempt as if I had just given the official permission.

In a few minutes my trousers were chilling by the door side, his head was buried under my sweater, and his fingers were massaging my wet crack...

Something twisted in me when his finger penetrated my hole... I didn't feel pain nor did I bleed.

It happened that when I was 12 I had ruptured my hymen when I was riding a horse in a race...

I wasn't an official athlete but my hobbies consisted of extreme sports;

Riding horses, car racing, skydiving , mountain climbing.

I have had a lot of accidents... some which left me with scars.

I didn't feel pain, but it still hurt when he slipped in a two extra fingers at once. That made me jittery with gritted teeth.

"Re-lax, princess. You... won't stop clenching tightly."

He said that only to slip in another finger. It took God a lot to muffle my cry. I refused to appear weak, not to anyone, especially my newest obstacle, my rival.... Flavian.

"Oh? You don't like the fingers?"

He slid off his fingers... I don't know if he's still drunk or already sobering up but I know my expression shifted to sadness when he backed away.

"Wait.." I held his wrist...

Don't go please... I meant to say, the words stuck in my throat. I flushed them down with spit when his eyes met mine... emptiness lurked in those greeny beads.

I didn't let him go but his body moved to the side. He threw out an arm, I let out an 'Ahh' sound when he brought a bottle of the wine to my view.

I watched in awe as the alcohol went down his throat, making his Adam's apple bob up and down in a rare rhythm... he licked his lips, staring like he didn't just consume alcohol like water.

I thought I had figured the man out until he passed me the bottle, which I accepted on reflex.

"Drink up, princess... it's gonna be a long night with this devil."

And like the little idiot I was, I followed his instructions... drinking so much until my mouth leaked.

Uncle Flavian... what have you done to me?

He snatched the bottle. In my wildest nightmares he did the highly unexpected... his arm hung in the air, hand holding the bottle horizontal. I stared as the wine cascaded down my crack, soaking the area beneath my butt.

"What.. why?"

My dear uncle wasted everything on my crack until the last drop.

 I paused when he didn't immediately set the bottle down... but the next second I felt something cold and stiff penetrate me.

 The pain came sharp but pleasure chased after, following the way he thrust the long neck of the bottle... Though it was short compared to a cock yet it was filling...

 It didn't take much time when my body started vibrating, my eyes rolled backwards, my body subconsciously arched, and when he thrust one more time and pinched my nipple with his other hand. That did it.

 At the rate at which my heart was racing I feared I'd die when I climaxed...

 I'll die? Can one really die of pleasure?

 I guess I'm about to find out.

 Forgive me father in heaven

 I said my last prayers internally when I reached my limit and orgasmed...

 Forgive me daddy.