Creative Writing: Harper's Creature

Hayden practiced that little speech in her head over a thousand times yet now, she couldn't utter it. She tried, but she couldn't get it past her almost perfect, for now un-smeared lips. She trembled. As if the man cast a spell on her, she was entirely under his control. It was pointless to resist, futile. Her body craved what he had on offer and she hated him for it, she hated herself.

So engrossed was he in the music and whispered conversation that, unusually, for Kyle he missed the way her eyes scanned his lips, and the subsequent kissed surprised him. The first he knew was when he felt her soft, warm lips pressed against his, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a moment, he just allowed it, without responding, then, he returned in kind. A soft, unurgent melding of their lips against each others, before she pulled away, and he laughed. Not a mocking laugh, but one of encouragement, and understanding. "See, I told you, you

“He pushed her hair back from her face that was warm and steaming. Her lips were as red and moist as pomegranate seed. Her white neck and a glimpse of her full, firm bosom disturbed him powerfully. As she glanced up at him the fear in her liquid blue eyes had given place to a drowsy gleam that unconsciously betrayed a sensuous desire. He looked down into her eyes and there was nothing for him to do but to gather her lips in a kiss.

The sun was beginning to set on them, and Regina had exhausted herself crying. In one respect she was angry at herself for being so obviously terrified of Robin Locksley, and on the other hand she felt that if she had ever earned the right to cry as much as she wanted, it was on this day. He hadn't forced himself on her, yet, which she was honestly surprised by. She'd felt him wax hard and wane soft so many times in the past few hours that she was certain her first instincts had been right. It had been along her leg at first, but he'd moved, and any hope she had that she was mistaken had long since passed. She'd been with many men in the past due to her...job, but even if they swelled to thrice the size of what she'd

There they encounter one more sexual act in one of the motel bedrooms, but this time it’s by force. Already disgusted by her knowledge of his participation in the sex-slave business, you can tell by the look on her face that she desperately wants him to stop, but at the same time she doesn’t want to alarm him that something is wrong and that she knows what he’s been up to.

He starts to unzip her dress but she refuses. He holds her hands tightly and whispers in her ear making her know that he wants it and he’s not going to stop until he gets it. She’s known him for 1 year but at this moment it feels like 1 hr. She doesn’t want to hurt him because she loves him. She feels obligated to give him what he desires; ignoring that promise she made to herself years before. He pulls down her panties and this time she cannot resist. He’s too strong, he’s too big and he won’t stop for nothing.

All he knew was that the woman impaled on his cock, and screaming in pleasure was unlike any he'd ever been with before. He'd was giving her what she'd asked for, through all the mocking and taunts, and making her plead and cry out with pleasure as their flesh slapped together, his balls smacked her thighs, and the lewd, wet sounds of their fucking echoed around the room. The pleasure or the pain, which would remain in her linger in her memory for longest, and which would she in future crave

She drew a long breath and exhaled slowly, her narrow shoulders shuddering with a mixture of exhilaration and abject dread. To Garman’s great relief, she said nothing more, but simply leaned back into him, pressing her body into his own. He could feel her heart palpitating, a relentless staccato throb against his chest.

Darkness inside the cabin intensified her fear, but she didn’t dare risk a light. Long minutes crawled by before she summoned enough courage to feel her way to the bed. Drained, she curled on the bed and pulled the patchwork quilt over her head, blocking out painful memories and chilly night air. Vigorous thumps from the baby loosened the iron grip of panic. Rachel's arms instinctively curved around her belly. At first, she despised the child, but now she loved it

Muffled moans could be heard from behind a tightly locked door plated with JANITOR. Two forms moved rapidly together pressed tightly against the only bare wall in the closet, the air sticky and pungent with the scent of sweat and sex. A long low moan escaped the parted lips of a very pretty girl, her legs wrapped tightly around firm buttocks as it moved with rapid force plunging his cock deep into her vagina, forcing her body up the wall. Her fingers dug into his muscular shoulders as an empty wave shook her body. Faking orgasm was the worst possible thing Rachel had ever done with her boyfriend Rick, and it was starting to become a routine. She just couldn’t understand why Rick didn’t turn her on anymore and whenever she closed her eyes another

Harper flopped on her bed with her book. Although it seemed like her mother had absentmindedly fallen asleep on the closest bed, she knew that her mother knew her well enough to know that Harper would like the bed with the view. And what could she say? Camille was right about her daughter, as always. The sun was pleasantly shining right onto Harper’s bed and she flipped open her book to where she left off on the plane. Even though her dad wasn’t there, it was the best birthday gift she’d had in a long time.

If he was real, and it seemed to be continuously true because she wasn’t waking up from a wet dream, nor catching that hint of conscious awareness within a strangeness that was a dreams reality, then he’d just fucked her with a passion that equaled her own and yet, had been controlled to allow her to lead, and she found the next words from her mouth to be approaching his once again, whispering a slowly grinning, ”Thank you.” Then, stealing a quick, wanton grab of his lips with her own before those dark eyes flashed at him and she whispered again against his lips with a pleasure and want still humming through her inhumanly hot body still over-ripe for him and the feel him of spilling his seed inside

"Holy fuck." His eyes bright with pleasure, lips swollen from their kisses and every nerve in his body on glorious fire, he collapsed on top of her Elena, letting out another little groan and moan as each movement of her body or pussy elicited a sensation of combined pleasure and soreness in his softening cock. After a minute or two, he groaned, gathering up enough energy to pull out his arms from under her body and prop himself up on his elbows over her. He stared at her for a minute with a gentless that he hadn't previously displayed, unsure if she could see him through her half-lidded eyes, and enjoying what a gorgeous sight she was in her post-orgams bliss. Her question had surprised him, but he knew the answer, despite common-sense telling him that he should refuse. He wanted her to stay, to sleep in his bed, to hold Elena in his arms and wake up to the warmth of her naked body against hiss. Slowly, he groaned, then rolled over, onto his back, next to her, heads on adjacent pillows. "I'm too tired to throw you out now." He managed a wink, then kicked the sheets down the bed, before gathering them up in his hands and drawing them over their bodies. "So, as long as you don't mind if I sleep, you can stay as long

Lexi's defiance had just urged him on, and each glmpse of pain, or emotional reaction his words had elicited from her had only increased his desire to see more. The forcing of her to her knees, and making her crawl across the floor, the shedding of her clothes, the strikes with the belt, and the taking of his cock into her mouth. One act piling on top of each other, worse and more degrading than the one before it. And through them all, through her sobs and cries and denials and struggles, as he'd bound her arms and rammed his cock into the Heiress's tight dripping cunt, again and again, and fucked her as if she were nothing but a piece of meat, each thrust harder than the last, driving his lenght into her, and splitting her walls apart, with his heavy chest slapping against her back, she'd enjoyed it. Loved every fucking minute of it. Or at least that's what Karl had taunted her with. First he'd made her orgasm with his fingers, and then a second time as he'd used her cunt more roughly than he believed any man had ever used it before, or probably would in the future. She'd never forget Karl Williams, and as he smacker her head, and pressed the engorged tip of his glistening and throbbing meat against her puckered pink and he assumed, virgin

“Oh no, oh no…” she said as she started to harden. A chill went down her spine, as she now stood there, naked, in physical pain, covered in muscle balm, and completely erect. “Now’s not a good time,” she whispered to her own body.