Aftermath: A Purge story (closed for Cum_Inside)

[Cum_Inside]

She smiled widely.

“Always, slave,” Harmony winked, showing off her playful spirit. “But breakfast will get cold and I’ll have my fill of dessert after we’ve polished this lovely spread off.” She wanted to play as long as he was willing to humour her.

As Jared padded closer to the bed she leaned up to offer her lips to him, kissing him slowly, deeply and lovingly.

“I always reward my servants very well if they behave,” she breathed against his mouth.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

There was a barely noticeable shudder that ran through Jared, hearing Harmony's response. Being so used to getting what he wanted, being in a position of power where few would dare tell him "no", the idea of Harmony taking control almost made him lose his own.

"As you wish, mistress." He said with a bow, then moved to shift the rock hard shaft in his pants. It would have to wait in both pleasure and pain, until the woman before him offered and allowed.

Jared couldn't count on his fingers the number of women, and the number of Purges, that he'd forced himself on someone far less than Harmony. But now, even if it were the Purge, he desired her to take her pleasure on him.

"You're every with, is my pleasure. Is there anything you need? I will fetch it, if you desire."

 

[Cum_Inside]

Pulling back after what seemed like years, Harmony was quiet when she peered up at him. She took him in, this man who was powerful enough to have the world in his hands. This man who had chosen her. At first, she had resented him for it, but now she was so grateful; it was unconventional and some might argue that her mind was sick to be counting herself in love with this man who had raped her, but Harmony loved Jared. It bloomed warmly and fully through her chest and caused her to lean forward and rest her ear against his heart, listening to the steady thump of it against his ribcage. Her hands curled around his waist, just enjoying the moment of being pressed against him.

Her answer was simple, words pressed into the firm musculature underneath her cheek.

"I just need you, Jared Goldwing. I love you," she admitted. "All I want is for you to love me, too. Please stay with me," she breathed, hands squeezing at his hips.

"There must be something fucked up in my head, but I've never felt anything even close to the emotion the night you held me down and claimed me. I've been yours ever since and we both know it, and when the next Purge comes... I hope you won't need another woman to satisfy you, but I'll be right there at your side and hoping that we can solidify our bond. I want... I want you to take everything from me, use me, own me, hurt me, break me, and rebuild me into the woman that gets to spend her life with you."

The confession was heartfelt, her eyes serious but hopeful as they stared up at his beautiful dark orbs.

He'd single-handedly stole everything she was in one night, even if it had taken her so long to realize it. He was her whole world, now, and she hoped that he appreciated that - the last thing she wanted was to be a burden to him, or something he became bored of too early.

It was her single biggest fear now.

 

[Tx_Liquor]

Jared leaned in to kiss Harmony deep and long. "The moment I raped you, I wanted you for myself. After that day I'd fucked so many women, paid them to pretend I was raping them too, but I couldn't cum in any of them. You spoiled me, and now only your body can milk my balls. You are the only woman I can dream of knocking up."

He kissed her again, having heard her confession. "I love you, Harmony. Next Purge I want you there with me. I want you to hurt someone. I want to see you strap on a cock and fuck someone until they pass out. You're such a bad girl and I can't get over how perfect you compliment me."

"Come here." Jared said, opening his jeans and freeing his hard dick, "I want you to suck it. Eat my cum first, your breakfast second."

 

[Cum_Inside]

There was nothing but adoration in her eyes as she abandoned the covers and crawled forward, mouth dry for the want of Jared’s heavy cock on her tongue. She loved the weight and the taste and the texture. She wanted to swallow his cum as an appetizer.

She knelt there, perched on the side of the bed and looked up at him, taking in his words about the Purge. She knew he wanted some terrible things, and she knew that at his foundation, he probably hated women. The look in his eyes that first night... She thought he would kill her after he’d broken her. Would he do that to someone else?

It was depraved and disgusting, but Harmony wanted to see him do it. She wanted to see him use the power she knew was coiled inside that chiselled, powerful frame.

“Are you going to kill the bitch next time, baby?” She asked conversationally, mouth sliding down his jaw, sucking a deep red hickey into his neck, claiming him, working her way down...

“I know how stressed out you are. Running that big company, needing release. There’s parts of us that are so fucking dark, and I remember how much you were vibrating with euphoria that night... I...” she paused, the confession seeming like her mouth didn’t want to form the words. “I wanted you to destroy her. When you took a break from raping me to fuck her, I wanted you to snap her neck,” she breathed.

“I never said it, but I think I hoped you’d leave me alone if you sated that part of you. Now I just want you to be happy, and so think that will make you happy.”

Taking a break from talking, Harmony’s mouth finally curled around her lover’s cock; she sucked it up onto her tongue, enjoying the taste of the precum already heading in the slit, suckling like a baby on a teet. Her hands rolled his balls in her hands and her head began to bob after she’d pleased her tastebuds with her wet muscle swirling all around the bulbous crown of him. Harmony liked the way it felt when Jared’s cock swelled even further in her mouth, lips and cheeks stretching more and more.

Before she forged herself on him, she pulled back for one deep breath and to say: “talking about murdering some stupid cunt makes your cock hard, huh?” because she could see (and feel) the proof in front of her: the statement wasn’t a judgement - simply a fact, and Harmony knew that she was just as excited, wetness dropping down her leg, but this was unprecedented. She wanted to know what difference in made in how hard her man got off talking about this compared to other things.

“I love it when you’re rough with me, baby. I like it when you hurt me. Now how about you fuck my face for me?” She asked sweetly, taking his large shaft into her mouth once more, sliding halfway down this time and beginning to bob slowly. The entire time, her mouth traced around the spongy, juicy veins decorating his luscious prick and Harmony feasted like a Queen.