Page 48 of Unholy Fate

Aziz grabbed my hips and yanked me close. His erection, hard and thick, ground against my belly. “Look me in the eyes and say no,” he commanded. “Look me dead in the eyes and tell me you don’t want it.”

He looked pointedly at the bed. “Fuck what God thinks. Say it, otherwise, you get to enjoy the consequences.”

I opened my mouth, terrified of what he would do to me but also excited to see what it would be like. Nothing came out, however, and all I could do was look at him.

Aziz pushed me back onto the bed. I fell, bouncing once, and watched him slip his belt free of his pants.

“Good girl. You’ll take what I give you, do you understand?” he asked, unzipping his pants.

I shook my head but still couldn’t talk. I wanted to scream out that I didn’t want him to, but some deep and mutinous part of my mind refused.

Aziz breathed out a sigh of longing and lust as he gazed down at my breasts. “Delicious. Every square inch of you is delicious.”

With a growl of desire, he bent one arm low on each side of me, pushing his face toward my chest. Taking my left nipple in his mouth, he flicked his tongue across it then sucked. Blood surged to the area, swelling inside the suction of his mouth, and despite myself, I let out a groan of pleasure.

I released a pained whimper as he tightened his teeth around it, biting gently.

“That’s right,” he said, pulling his mouth away and looking up at my shocked face. “You like it, don’t you?”

Yes.“No. I don’t.”

His features morphed into a predatory expression. “I’m a demon, my girl. I know liars, and you are not very good. Tell me, do you want to suck my cock?”

Yes.“Huh, uh. No, not happening,” I muttered, silencing the insubordinate voice deep in my subconscious.

He stood and finished undoing his pants before sliding them half way down his thighs. I gaped in shock and the… the… well, it was a penis, but I just couldn’t think of it that way. Thethingthat sprang out of his underwear was massive, crisscrossed with thick veins, the head of it dark pink, and the tip glistening with some kind of fluid. Instinctually, I knew what that liquid was but refused to acknowledge it.

“You’re going to be a good girl, and you’re gonna take this,” he said, grasping the thick shaft in one hand. “You’ll suck me off, and if you do averygood job, I’ll fuck that sweet tight pussy too. How does that sound?”

“No,” I whispered.

“If you want me to stop, then say ‘stop,’ otherwise, I’m ready to play,” he said, eyeing me with hunger, the appendage in his hand twitching faintly in time to his heartbeat.

“No,” I repeated.

“You know the rules. Today, no doesn’t mean no. No means fuck me.”

With that, he grabbed the back of my head, and thrust his hips forward. His member pressed against my lips for an instant—warm and surprisingly soft given how rigid it was—then my lips parted, and it slid in. My conscience screamed at me to stop, tobite it off, to yank my head back, everything about this made me want to rebel, and fight. Yet, I didn’t. Even as I whimpered in terror, revulsion, and violation, I opened my mouth, and lifted my tongue to run it along the bottom of the shaft.

Aziz groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, I knew how good you’d do. Come here, I need to take this.” He hissed, putting a hand on either side of my skull and holding my head still, then he began to thrust into my mouth.

The massive fleshy rod in my mouth made my jaw ache with its size, I could barely fit it in, yet that didn’t stop him from slamming himself into me. The head of it gliding all the way to the back of my throat, pressing on the soft palate and making me gag. He’d then pull back, only to slide in again.

I pressed on his thighs, unable to breathe, trying to push him off even as he shoved it further down my throat. Tears leaked from my eyes, and again I almost gagged on it. Aziz yanked himself free, his member glistening in spit while strings of saliva hung from my mouth.

He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “Don’t push on me, Evelyn. Do you want me to stop? Say it if you do.”

Whimpering, I tried to say it, begged myself to say the word that would end this. I even cried out to God again for the strength to say it, yet when I opened my mouth only one word came out, shocking and terrifying.

“More.”

“Yes,” he said, looking more pleased than I’d ever seen anyone look. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” he added, before thrusting back into my mouth.

I had no idea how long he used my mouth, it could have been minutes or hours. While he worked on me, the deepest parts of my body thrilled at the sensation, even as I retched and choked on him, it rejoiced in the sin. The other part, the section of my mind and soul that I’d always thought wasme, sobbed in horror at how he degraded me. The awful things we were doing. How much penance would remove the stain of this?Couldit be removed?

Aziz pulled himself free of me, and I heaved in a breath, spit coating my chin and dripping onto my breasts, tears blurring my eyes.

Before I could recover, he yanked my pajama bottoms down, tore my underwear off of me, sending the bloody menstrual pad tumbling to the ground. That was what I was staring at, the crimson smear on the cotton, when he dug his fingers into my hips and buried himself within me.

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