Chapter 12 HEDONISTIC
NARRATIVE POINT OF VIEW
“Viscount…please” her raucous voice brought forth purity, a delicate enchantress asking for lenience. Viscount Claude ignored her call, he had a frown, blaring with ravenous neediness. “silence!” he proclaimed, clenching her neck almost cutting her breathing. He faced her with seething desire, plowing his lips wildly entering her mouth with jarring concession.
“ah! n-no” she whimpers in between his kisses. “Viscount-mhm!” his hands trailed away. Using his unusual strength, he ripped her dress apart causing her to gape in mortification. She’d no time to react as he quickly grabs her hands tying it together using the ripped cloth. With frenzied movements, he binds her by the bed, immobilizing her to avoid further brawl.
Their heavy breathing resonates as they eyed each other with rage and fear, “Viscount…” Agatha heaved softly, swallowing the lump of anxiousness forming in her throat “have mercy…”
He chuckled mockingly as he began unbuttoning his vest, “I’ve no mercy” he said, exposing his herculean build. He swiftly removed his cravat and threw it on the ground.
“…do it gently then” her words made his brow rise.
“I don’t do gentle” he responded quickly ripping her dress to expose her undergarments. Agatha closed her eyes, gritting her teeth in melding agitation.
“prosaic” he commented, taking the remaining cloth off of her using brutal strength. A trail of embarrassment creeps throughout her cognizance, making her legs quiver limply. She dragged it upwards, arching so in attempts to shroud her bristly flower. Its uncommon for women to have their shrub trimmed, but the woman before him was not in a romantic union, she had no reason to do so.
She bit her lips, throwing her face away from his piercing stare, his eyes were fixating, watching her luscious womanhood intensely. His left hand slid across her legs making her shiver, “quite exquisite”
Agatha gasped loudly feeling his fingers enter her without any sort of grooming “ah!” her eyes displayed wide, the way he grabbed her left thigh pinning it with utmost strength made her numb, but the extreme nudging of the fingers on his other hand entering her deeply as it hits her walls brought complete agony. Not a single court of thrill was present, he’s doing it for clear torture. “Viscount-nngh! No…aah!” was all she could say amidst the acheful actions of the man sitting before her.
“you’re obviously rigid, I’m doing you a favor” he said coldly, licking his lips as though ridding himself of the pent-up anger, getting claimed by the inviting flesh of the woman innocently lying in front of him sent him in a ravished state.
The heat of the noon blasted the large windows, suddenly changing the prospect apart, making them scorch in fervor even further. He was ecstatic. Seeing her bearing pain turned him on. With blooming arousal, he pulled his fingers out. He brought it closer to his face, wriggling his fingers as her viscous sap whirls flaccid making him excited. Agatha eyed him with squinting eyes, but was trickled with wham as she sees him licking the fingers he just took out. His tongue sways around, gluing every inch of her trail as if a famished wolf getting a taste of meat after decades of hunger.
He chuckled loudly bringing his actions to a halt.
He eyed her “you’re enticingly sapid” he blurted out with a smile as he spreads her legs further apart, Agatha gaped widely when he took parts of her ripped dress to place it around her ankles. In a matter of seconds, all of her limbs were tied, not letting her move an inch in protest, she braced herself when she saw him unbuckling.
“I should be happy I ought to die sullied” she said to herself as she tries to stay positive. The Viscount kneeled before her, completely exposing his hefty manhood, Agatha felt her stomach churn. “t-that’s going to be inside me?” she blurted out in complete dither. Viscount Claude ignored her completely as he began to bring himself closer, nudging his tip at her soaked entrance. A mild groan came out of his lips as the flicker of his eyes erodes, Agatha bit her lips to prepare, only then she felt it “Agh!”
He entered her without warning, shoving himself deeply as the funneling silence disappeared, the room was filled with her impious screams, but that was none of his concerns as he began to penetrate himself deeper. It was a struggle since she had tight walls enveloping his member. He used both his hands to spread her thighs apart, allowing him to pierce fully.
“Viscount-ngh!” she pleaded, throwing her head around to distract from the divulge happening in between her legs. “Silence, I say” he commanded with a husky call. It was warm, never he had ever felt something like that before. It was peak pleasure, impaling a virgin woman harshly is something he never thought off, but it turns out to be the most euphoric form of rapture. He pulled out in a slow manner, merely enough to get himself by her entrance just to push himself back in roughly “Ah!”
It was a bliss, his head trailed upwards as he began to repeat that motion. The orchestral sound of her scream and the heat of her skin grazing his cold bareness drove him insane “Emily…forgive me” he presumed in between his breath, and with one last thrust, he came.
Agatha’s face was swollen in tears, her flushed cherry cheeks emitted her jarring desire to flee, her mild excitement was completely turned around. All she got was stifling soreness, not a single plunge of satisfaction was present. The Viscount eyed her, he wore a serious face but his obvious thrill showed. “Viscount…” she heaved “…please pull out” she asked sincerely with glimmering eyes and tears enough to make any man soft.
He snared, “I’m far from done” he said as he began to crawl atop of her. Her eyes widened seeing him completely altering his appearance. The blood red eyes and sharp tucker showed, his intense stare made her shiver as she also began to feel him quiver in vigor. His fingers trailed her neck, clenching it with utmost potency.
“Viscount…” was all she could say before he impaled her neck using his keen tusk of a teeth, sucking her intoxicating ichor out making her fall unconscious.
