Romans & histoires Tyrant Lyrics

I whimpered as he pulled away, begging for more. "No, slut. You fuck my cock," he told her. Pushing aside the curtain, he sat on the edge of the tub. "Bring that sexy ass down here onto my cock, slut. Milk every last drop of cum out until you can't scream any more." Eager to please him and to satisfy my body's needs, I sat backward between his legs. Still facing the shower wall, I bent my knees. Immediately, a throaty groan escaped my lips as I began lowering myself down onto his cock. Ivan grabbed my hips and guided me lower, bucking upward involuntarily as my asshole descended onto his throbbing dick.

Tyra’s cries grew louder, her body spiraling toward the edge again, her walls fluttering around him. “I—can’t—” she gasped, her hands clawing against the glass. “Kyle, I’m—” “Cum, I'm closer too” he snarled, one hand tangling in her hair as the other tightened on her hip. “Now.” The command ripped through her, and Tyra shattered, her release crashing harder than before as Kyle groaned releasing his seed in her wet pussy. Her legs buckled, her body pulsing wildly around him as her scream broke into a moan.

The owl was gone. I walked towards the window and looked at the kingdom below. It was peaceful. Too peaceful. How could people laugh beneath the rule of a tyrant. Were they blind? Or was I? Nothing made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll kill him anyways.” As if it was as easy as I said it. He was stronger. Smart. Always three steps ahead. If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain't nobody need you like I do I know that there's others that deserve you But my darling, I am still in love with you But I guess you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'd feel it too I could try to smile to hide the truth I know I was happier with you Baby, you look happier, you do I knew one day you'd fall for someone new But if breaks your heart like lovers do Just know that I'll be waiting here for you' The song ended exactly as we arrived the house and the button suddenly worked again. I cursed and slammed my head against the wheel. It seemed as if everything was mocking me.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

Lyra struggled, panic rising in her chest, but Jessy’s grip was unrelenting. “Jessy, please!” Lyra cried, her voice cracked as she tried to free herself. “Don’t do this!” But Jessy’s expression was woven with hatred, her eyes gleaming with a cold, merciless darkness. “It’s too late, Lyra. You’ve already lost.” In one swift motion, Jessy sent Lyra's body past the edge of the cliff. Lyra’s scream tore through the night as she fell helplessly, the wind roaring behind her ears. The world escaped around her briskly, and all she could see was the jagged rocks below, rushing up to meet her.

Queen yelled back, her emotions bottling up in her as she looked away. "It's only right if I do the same, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. A soul for a soul," she snarled, and her eyes darkened and her hands fisted. Abruptly, a thunderclap broke out in the bright sky and the cloud began to gather heavily, it appears the heavens would pour their water onto the earth sooner or later.

Tyler grabbed the blanket with one hand and pulled it over himself. Rachel recalled the children's song Tyler had hummed earlier. She looked up the lyrics on her phone, took a few minutes to get into the mood, and then began to sing softly. "It's him, it's him, our friend, Torch. In the skies, he soars high. In the seas, he dives deep–" Rachel had no idea whether Tyler actually liked it or not, but she knew singing a children's song would be easier to stay on key. If she tried a pop song, it'd probably sound like a banshee screaming.

“Like this?” His voice cracked into a scream. “Yes! Fuck—yes—oh God—” I smirked, sweat dripping down my chest. “Look at you, Ty. No shame left. Just moaning like a little slut while I fuck you stupid.” “I don’t care—I don’t care—I just—fuck—” His words broke into nonsense as I angled deeper, hitting that spot that had him clawing at me like he was possessed. “That’s it,” I gritted, watching his face contort. “Sing for me. Let everyone hear how good I fuck you.”

Then he added, "Then beg for your worthless life after that." His words only fueled the fire of defiance within me. I couldn't bring myself to bow down before him, to stoop so low as to plead for mercy from a tyrant who reveled in my suffering. Without hesitation, I retorted, my voice filled with a mix of anger and determination, "Go to hell." His fury seemed to surge forth at my utterance, his anger boiling over. "Start!" His command to begin the punishment was delivered with a thunderous yell, echoing through the desolate space.