Chapter 4

“What just happened?” She muttered weakly. Showing no remorse, the man looked absolutely amused by her  confused expression.

“You did well, woman.” He licked her cheek. At last it’s all in, she felt like his manhood pass through her uterus.

“Fck you.” She cursed him and pulled his hair. He smirked at her

 “With pleasure.” He replied with a playful wink. She couldn’t believe it fit. Staring at her belly, it looked a bit odd.

“When did I get bloated?” Cinthye poked her stomach, confused about the sudden change. As if to console her he concentrated on her round healthy breasts, pinching, massaging and suckling on it’s hard peeks. Her big mounds felt soft on his calloused hands. He slowly took out himself only to find himself slapped by her. “What did I told you about not taking it out?”

He smiles at her and capture her hand.

 

“More.” He guided her hand on his manhood, mixed fluids and blood. “Here.” His head remained inside, with her anger. She drives her fingers fast and tightly squeezing him. He was clearly enjoying every moment.

 

He guided her fingers to scrape him a little, she was careful not to hurt him too much. He grew much bigger than his previous state. Her inner walls stretching wide to accommodate his size. Then an idea clicked, she reached out to his balls to rub and poke them. She accidentally poked her perineum, making him stiff.

White warm fluid filling her insides triggering her own release until she was dripping on him, his hips moved and trembled. Every twitch of him brought new sensations.

“Uhm.. more.” She sat on him, his length engulfed by her insides. Playing on her belly, she traced the bulging part. She couldn’t believe they were be able to squeeze his length inside. Applying slight pressure in her fingers she rubbed her stomach.

He let out a laugh. He retracted himself and thrusted again. Making her arch and tremble.

“Meanie.” She retorted.

“Oh you haven’t seen the end of me yet. Brace yourself woman. This is gonna be a wild ride.” Truth to his words, his pace became unidentifiable. Too fast for her brain cells to keep up. All she knew she just hold onto him tight before he could send her flying off the skyscraper of a penthouse he owned.

“Ugh, a bit slower.” She gasped. She came again. His eyes gone dark, smirk on his lips.

“My naughty woman, your meanie will apologize in advance for this.”

Every time her poked her inside, a burning sensation erupted. Bring her to quick releases, he let out a deep groan. His thickness shook inside, she felt him swell up even more.

After hours of intercourse the bed began to

“Traitor.”  She bit his shoulder hard, her mind could barely keep up how many rounds they did each other. The sun comes peeking between the thick glass of the penthouse, they smelled musky, with a hint of each other. Cinthye hurriedly gather her clothes up, nothing decent left. She cant go out looking like this especially not in front of her freshly operated mother. She had to find ways.

Her feet dragged her to the walk in closet of the man, she looked for something decent to wear.

“Aha!” She smiled when she looked at herself in the mirror, stylish and sophisticated. She left the suite and cleared her tracks. No evidence, no trace and no problems.

As she thought her issues was already solved, a message came in.

‘Your mother is critical.’ Her father sent it, for the first time in her life he contacted her. She didn’t even hesitate. If she could fly her way to the hospital she will do that.

“Ma.” A loud slap greeted her when she entered the room.

“You ungrateful brat! Where the hell were you last night?” Her father yelled, the hospital bed was empty.

Havana laughed and did something on her phone, showing a picture of her with a man.

“That slt had been running around and letting any man screw her. Just another day, strolling around like mother?”She snorted and grab me by the hair. Father didn’t do anything to stop her.

He slapped Cinthye again, much harder this time. Enough for her to wipe the floor with her face.

“How could you do that to your own body? That makes no difference from what your mother did. How many gigolo was it huh? You don’t have any decency left in your body.”

“She probably has no shame anymore, Dad.” Havana commented and poured some rubbing alcohol on her. “You smell. Here this might help slow down your contamination.” She giggled.

“Dirty or virgin, you will marry the man I choose for you. Don’t be incompetent. Your mother’s surgery was cancelled.”

Cinthye immediately stood up, her ears rang and turned to her father.

“What did you say?” Cinthye couldn’t help but exclaim, her tears clouding her vision. She can’t see well but she doesn’t care.

“The donor was not compatible, any of us aren’t. You can’t save your mother.” He whispered, deep inside Cinthye could feel he was just as helpless as her. Maybe even desperate but he didn’t show.

Cinthye ran to the operating room, looking for her mother. Her body bumped into someone, the impact wasn’t much but she looked for the person. Her body froze.

“Mother.” She barely breathe out. Her frail mother was standing, clutching her side. Crimson painted her side as she tries to hide it. Cinthye tried to get closer, she pushed her away and laugh hysterically.

“Get away from me you filthy pest. It’s al your fault. Everything is in chaos, my family is wrecked because of you.” Her mother slapped her hard and dragged her.

“Mother please calm down. You have to rest. Sit if you must. It’s not good for your health. “

The woman snorted, she slapped her again.

“My health? Wow big word! Now you’re concerned when you are the one who made me like this. “ She shrieked, her skeletal body could compare to a skeleton for med studies. “I’m going to bury you—"

“Mrs. Cator! “ A group of nurses caught her, injecting a fluid that looks like intended for sedation. Her mother’s frail body fell slumped.

“Are you okay, Miss Cinthye?” A female nurse asked. Offering her a handkerchief, she gladly accepted it.

“ Yes, thank you. Do you know where the doctor is?”

 

“He left earlier. We’ll keep you updated but for now maybe rest. You look like a zombie. There’s a curtained bed there. You can use that.” She suggested, I obliged. My body felt so heavy that even standing is taking a toll on me.

After cleaning herself, a few nurses ran somewhere.

“Code Blue! “ A nurse immediately brought the machines for revival.

“Vital signs? “

“Blood pressure running low, oxygen levels decreasing immensely.”

One doing a CPR, she clasped an equipment on her hands and tried to revive the patient. Cinthye was about to leave when she bumped on two running figure.

“Hold on mother!” Havana shouted, crying. Their father holding her in place, realization hit her. She ran to them.

“Ma! Don’t leave us! Please, we need you! “ Cinthye exclaimed despite the defeating noise around her. It was alarming.

 

At that moment, the only thing she could think of is to abandon everything she ever knew but she couldn’t. Running away wouldn’t solve the problem.

“Why me?” She cried desperately and clutch the doctors robe.