CHAPTER 35: Worse than a beast

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CELESTINE RAIN ALCAZAR’S Point Of View

I CAN’T stop growling and moaning the whole time. The way he makes me scream is delusional, and it seems that my body likes it very well. I can seem to pound a lot. My heart is racing over my chest. I can feel how my body is boiling and wanted to explode from what he is doing and the thing he is holding. It looks like a wand or a small microphone that is smaller than Bellevera’s pet. I know what it was—the vibrator. Brent used to use it on me before, but it’s not as intense now as if I have nothing else to do but moan or shout when I can’t growl anymore.

“Ahhh…” I released a long moan followed by another, “Ohhh…” Then my body suddenly quakes, wavering, and finally trembles in the release I didn’t know I could make. I can feel how dripping wet my panty is. That lacy underwear looks extremely wet now. My growing chest still shook after I reached the peak of happiness.

My body still felt hot — boiling and I don’t think I release everything. I feel like my body is releasing more fluid. I think I can fill a cup-like thing based on what he said.

“W-What are you saying?” My voice was almost trembling. After a few more times, my stomach went up and down, and shudder. I feel like Bellevera is punishing me, but full of joy because I have been howling a few times and sometimes screaming or shouting because of the intensity of the sensation and how ticklish I felt.

He seems to be right. I might even fill a cup of coffee because he does this to me.

I wanted to beg him to stop that, but my body couldn’t bear to like what he was doing. It makes me happier than when he’ pet is inside me. That no matter how fat, big, or long a co.ck was, I will not be happy and it will never satisfy me. It is not the same as how I feel now. My body could hardly contain the excitement of what was happening.

“S-Stop it,” I said, trying to beg.

“Stop teasing? Stop what? Do you want me to fvck you now?” he said, smirking.

“Please…”

“Please what? Vibrator or fvck?”

I no longer answered when he again brought the vibrator in the middle of me, pointing it in my folds, in that bulky meat. I looked up and my eyes were almost fixed on what he was doing. After a while he removed the vib.rator then Bellevera rose above me. Darkness filled the surroundings as he wrapped a cloth around my eyes.

“W-What are you… doing — ahhh…” I moaned and groaned again when Bellevera finished what he was doing. “Fvck!” I really screamed hard. I couldn’t stand that sensation anymore. It was as if I was peeing.

“If you pee in my bed, I will fvck you, extremely hard, babe. So, make sure not to pee on my sheet,” he said, and I can feel how he’s smiling by now even if I can’t see him because of the blindfold.

Even if I wanted to stick the toes of each of my feet, I couldn’t, because he had already tied me to every corner of the bed. I felt the fabric tear up. Bellevera finally tore the piece of cloth covering my lower thing.

After a while, I felt the vib.rator again. Before was intense but now is extremely intense. I almost screamed and my thighs or legs were shaking a few times after the org-asm.

“I’m cu.mming! I’m cum.ming! Ahhh!” I released again and I feel like it was more than before.

He’s still not satisfied with what he did. I felt he had already inserted the vib.rator inside me and let it work. It made me scream even louder as if my fle.sh was being pulled and scattered inside, even though it was just vibrating. As if I was being electrified, then he took it out and put it inside me, doing it repeatedly. Intense breathing and I am catching my breath from what Bellevera did.

I could feel the extremely intense feeling, especially when Bellevera’s hand speeded up what he was doing. I can feel how both my legs start to get numb suddenly.

Then, from squirting, it was replaced by a liquid that was not as vicious as the ones I released.

“Sh*t! You mess with my sheet. What did I tell you, huh?”

I could no longer speak. I could only hear my breathing as I gradually weakened. My body was really weak at what he was doing. I feel like my tunnel was already swollen because he did that. I can feel about peeing again from the severe tension inside me.

“Hmm... Looks like you need a fvcking now, babe. Is your pvssy still numb and hurt, don’t worry, there will be more to come.”

I just didn’t speak anymore. It’s up to him what he wanted to do. I’m exhausted from being his pet slave. Totally and tired.

A FEW moments later I felt Bellevera’s weight on me until I was gradually filled up from his pet. I could feel the size and the throbbing of it in my tight tunnel. The bastard meant to put that inside me.

“Enjoying now, Babe? Ahh... fvck you! You are still hot and tight! Ugh! Ugh! ” How many times have I raised my head on the bed because of the intensity of how he hits me. I don’t know how much force he used. I want him to stop because it hurts that it has dried up inside. I have no more fluids to release. My body and my tunnel were tired of him doing that continuously.

The shaking of the bed was so intense that it was as if he was about to destroy the bed. He didn’t just want to destroy the bed, but also my tunnel. I could also feel the tightness of his grip on my two melons without romance. His palms were grasping and clinging to it like it was the reins of a horse. He would drag it and then swallow it quickly — he was doing so hard that I could hear the quick and loud crash of our fle.shes.

“Ugh! Tsk! This is heaven, Babe. Boiling, but not hell. It’s so delicious! You’re an angel, babe. You made me fvcking and deeply hard. Now I’m cu.mming for you, babe!” His thrust was so loud that he could push me back on the bed because of the intensity. I just bit my lip so hard that I endured the pain and agony. He filled my tunnel with bad seedlings again. If I had to be ligated at the right age, I would. I don’t like his race and I don’t like him even more.

If every day or night he would take me like this, I might go straight to the cemetery. Although no one has died from intense se.x, it is unlikely to happen if Bellevera is the kind of man who always sits on top of me and he is the one who always had the inter.course with me. It’s like I just want to di.e or hang myself early as I could.

My legs were so weak that I could no longer walk or even stand.

I wanted to knock him, but I no longer had the strength. My body is very weak.

There was nothing else to be heard in the room but the consecutive breathing of the two of us.

“That was outstanding, babe!” I didn’t realize he was no longer on top of me. He also removed the blindfold from my eyes, but my eyesight remained dark and still chasing my breath.

He also untied me — on my arms and each legs.

“Are you hungry? But I’m hungry... Can I eat you now?”

I ignored what he said. I lay on my side to hug my na.ked body. I even saw the blanket at my feet. I lifted and wrapped it around my body.

I felt like I can’t pee; I mean, it will be hard for me. Will I be bed redden too?

“I order food because I know you will get hungry.”

I didn’t look at him, I just looked away. I heard the shrill noise of the doorbell.

“Here it is,” he said, referring to the food he ordered.

He left the room. I also wanted to get off the bed, reach for the doorknob, then lock it, but I couldn’t get so tired. My eyes are falling, my body is still weak.

I think every part of my body was shaking. My muscles are the last. It was as if death had taken away my strength and it seemed that at any moment it was waiting for me to take me.

Yes, I just want to di.e. I don’t even know how many times he tortured and punished me. If she only knew the hardship and pain of feeling, she might not want to be a woman anymore. After all, what does a man want from a woman? Nothing else, but please them well. So I can no longer believe it when he says he likes me. He only wants my body, and that’s where he’s interested. There is nothing in my heart or personality — he just drives me away. He deprived me of the happiness of the real person who should love me.

He’s worse than a beast. He’s a demon who disguises himself in human form. The worst man I ever met than Brent. And hopefully, he won’t just burn in hell! My hands just clenched in rage until I closed my eyes completely. All my eyes dried up. I have no more tears to cry for.