I thought I knew pain. I was wrong. “Please, please, please” was all I could manage. My tears stopped. I don’t think there is anything left in there that can come out anyway. The pain overtakes me and I’m somewhere else. Everything is white. Relief comes over me and erases the fear and pain. I finally died. Thank god. I don’t think I could have taken another minute of that. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do so I just lay down and let the calm sink in through my pores. I’m at peace.
What the fuck?! An invisible hand is slapping my face. It starts as a faint gust of wind and gets harder and more ferocious as I lay there, unmoving. All the pain comes rushing back tenfold and again I’m on the floor in the woods.
“You worthless piece of shit. How dare you fall asleep when I’m giving you my gift?” He continues to hit my face. I continue to stare, in a daze. He grabs me by the neck and sits me back down on my knees in front of him. “Now you can give me a gift.” I know what he wants me to do and I see no point in fighting it. At least this won’t hurt me. I open my mouth to take his dick and he slaps my face with it. “You can try to bite it if you feel so bold, but just remember, I bite back.” He contorts his face into what seems to be a smile. I can’t even tell anymore. He plunges into my mouth. His dick is so big I feel like I’m trying to eat a can of pop. No wonder I hurt so badly. I try to move my mouth up and down but there’s no room for my saliva along his shaft. He senses it and pulls out. “Lick it”, he instructs. “And make sure you get my balls too. It’s been too long since you did that, human girl.” I stick my tongue out and run it along his shaft. I work extra hard running it along the bottom in the hopes that the more I do now, the faster he’ll cum. When I seem to have it effectively lubricated, I swallow it again. It’s much easier this time and doesn’t feel as bad. I move up and down and reach my hand up to cup his balls while I suck. I tell myself that’s it’s just to get him finished more quickly, but if I’m being honest, there’s something I like about it.
He pulls out most of the way, leaving just the tip in my mouth and shoots his load into my throat. It doesn’t have a bad taste to it as I expected but even so, I’m glad to be done. Once he’s sure that every drop made its way down to my stomach, he pulls the rest of the way out and backs away. He doesn’t look so mean anymore. In fact, his face shows the love one might have for a pet or a child. He pulls me close to him and kisses me passionately. He makes a small incision in his arm and I instinctively lean down and drink. It tastes amazing and I start to feel a little less pain instantly.
“There’s so much more I want to do to you.” He says. “I need to be careful though, I can’t have you dying.” Then he looks deep into my eyes once again and says something else. I can hear his voice but I can’t make out what he’s saying to me. I’m just so happy that I got to see him again. I look down at my body and realize I’m dressed again. I guess I better get home. I’ll see him again soon.
Dear Diary,
Sorry I didn’t update last night after I got home. I was a little sore and tired so I just climbed into bed and passed out. Before I left he looked into my eyes and told me that our night was amazing and he was so happy that I could share it with him. We made love and then drank some kind of red wine together. It MUST have been expensive because I’ve never tasted anything like it.
Today went by so quickly, I worked until 7 and I only just now finished my dinner. I can’t wait to see him OMG he’s here! I can see him out the window! I’ll be back later.