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"You can't run, darling."
Eddie Gluskin. The Groom. The monster downstairs.
All of those names, you were familiar with; as you looked at him with narrowed eyes and a smirk, you knew you were a dumbass for thinking about climbing him like a tree as opposed to running and screaming like the sky was falling, but to your delight, he mirrored your sentiment, his face holding a similar expression as he spoke to you.
"I can, actually," You responded, stifling a laugh. "I've been doing it for hours," you crossed your arms, looking him up and down, "you're not any different. I'll leave if I want to."
You grinned, eyes narrowed trying to get a rise out of him. Idiotic? Yes. But you could see his bulge grow, and you knew you were in for a treat; bigger than your palm, you know you'll be sore later.
Eddie's expression turned serious for a moment as he scanned your face, but his smirk came back as his hand placed itself onto your head, shoving you onto your knees. With a yelp, you gave him a dirty look as he winked.
"I have ways of making sure you stay by my side, darling," he purred once more, before unzipping his trousers. His cock was quick to push through the hole, hard as a fucking rock and thicker than any dick you've seen. The head itself was intimidating; bulbous and like a goddamn mushroom, with a slit that leaked pre. Your eyes widened the longer you stared at it, analyzing its size. It literally pulsed as it waited for you to begin stimulating it, the veins on the shaft throbbing with eagerness. It looked to be over 10 inches...my god. Not even your dildo at home was that big. He leaned back against one of the tables in the room, this one free of a sewing machine, and he smirked at your reaction, his ego clearly growing.
You had no time to prepare as he took your head and shoved his fat cock past your lips, making you gag and choke on his thick flesh. "Come on, darling," he huffed a laugh, panting as he began to thrust his hips gently, "be a good little cocksucker for your husband."
Your jaw already began to ache, but you kept it open as his cockhead rammed the back of your throat, and you realized he wasn't even fully inside of your mouth. He was a gentleman in that regard, letting your poor throat get used to his beating before he shoved the entirety inside. Your eyes teared up at his size, and as fucked up as you are to admit this, his moans made you want to continue pleasing him.
Hisses of pleasure and soft moans left his lips, and looking up, you saw his head thrown back. His hips began to fasten their pace, and before you knew it, his entire shaft was down your throat, and your nose kept prodding the button of his trousers. He tasted salty yet sweet to some degree, and he moved so fast, you weren't able to do much but hold onto his muscled thighs and pray for mercy.
That last bit was a lie. You didn't need mercy. This was fucking hot. Maybe just a breath of air before you passed out.
Eddie looked down at you with a lustful grin, his mouth open as he panted, "I'm not leaving this little mouth of yours until I cum down that whore throat."
He's an unpredictable man, and during sex, he is no different; he immediately ripped your head off of his cock, the organ bouncing into the air, connected to your mouth with strings of your saliva. You heaved as you stared at him, eyes teary, and he had to admit you looked absolutely divine.
Eddie began to stroke your hair, his eyes soft as he smiled, "You're doing so well, darling," He used his other hand to stroke his cock, slobbery and oh so gooey due to your rough throatjob, "but you need to work a little harder than that."
He pulled his pants down, and they were completely off, his cock now bare and exposed to the air. Your face leaned closer, ready to take that monster into your mouth once more, only for his hand in your hair to pull you back, "not now, darling. There's something else I'd like you to suck on."
He winked, and you took the hint. His balls, surely each being the size of a tennis ball, were heavy and full. Wasting no time, you latched, beginning to suck on one as you used a hand to massage the other.
Eddie yelped out in pleasure, loving the suction on him as he ripped off his vest and shirt, clearly feeling overheated due to the passion of the moment, "Yes, darling...keep going," he hissed, his cock beginning to throb once more, "worship the balls that are about to breed you."
Why was that hot? Seriously, why did that sentence make your pussy throb and gush slick? You let out a soft moan in response, mouth too occupied, and he huffed out a laugh. "You liked that, didn't you, whore? That's what I thought."
You licked and sucked, feeling his balls shift every so often, only for Eddie to pull you back once more after a few minutes. His hair was a little messy and his face was red with desire as he smiled at you, eyes lidded.
"I'm close," he licked his lips, "I want to see you swallow my cum."
This time, he allowed you to do what you pleased; you licked his cockhead and tongued his slit, swirling around the head. Eddie's hisses were delicious, and you ate them up like you swallowed his cock back down your throat. The abuse from earlier opened it up, and made it so your lungs didn't suffer too much as you bobbed your head, going at your own pace.
He couldn't resist thrusting his hips once more, and after a few minutes of your constant bobbing of the head and tonguing of his slit, he came with a cry, immediately shoving his entire cock down your throat with a harsh thrust of his hips, and your hair held in his hands. His hips twitched, as did his cock, as cum shot down your throat.
You couldn't taste it, but you could feel its warmth, and he pulled out slowly after a moment of reprieve, panting deeply. "Open your mouth," he breathed, looking down at you, "let me see."
You opened your maw, free of his cum, and he smirked. "Good girl. I think it's time I return the favour," he purred, hand gently stroking your hair, "I am a doting husband, after all."
He was quick to raise you to your feet, and pick you up, sitting you on the table he leaned on previously. He was fully nude, his muscles on display, and his cock still fully hard. He was a behemoth.
He was quick to rip your clothing off; first your shirt and bra, then your pants, underwear, socks and boots. Now, you were just like him. Fully exposed to the horrors of Murkoff, and vulnerable to any eye that may be watching.
No one would be. No imbecile would come down here. You can't relate, though.
Eddie's eyes scanned every single inch of you; your shoulders, your breasts, your hardening nipples, and most of all, your wet cunt that sat between your spread legs. Puffy with arousal and leaking wetness, he smirked, "You're so wet for me, darling."
He glided a finger down your thighs and dipped a finger into your swollen pussy lips, licking his lips. He took his finger back, eagerly licking at it. He hummed in delight, like he had just eaten something divine, "You taste delectable, my dear. A fruit I'd happily sacrifice Paradise for."
Strangely poetic.
He was quick to take your hips into his hands and lick a stripe up your cunt. From perineum to clit, he licked slowly, basking in your soft sounds of pleasure. His tongue was magnificent; large and wet, and he seemed to know what he was doing. Once he felt content, his tongue passed through your swollen labia, and he began to tease your entrance. He didn't shove it in just yet; much like how you circled his cockhead and tongued his slit, he swirled his tongue around your entrance.
With a groan, you looked down at him, eyes narrowed, "shove that fucking tongue in me, Gluskin," you spoke through gritted teeth, body hot in pleasure, and he laughed.
"Patience, dear," he spoke as his tongue continued its teasing, not at all interested in speeding things up. He's a douchebag, you think. A hot one. With a smirk, you thrust your hips into his face, making his tongue sink into you.
"You shouldn't be speaking with your mouth full," you hissed, throwing your head back. He shot you a look before he began to lick and assault your inner walls, searching for your g-spot. He liked your feistiness...for now.
His fingers were nimble as you felt his hands on your breasts, fingers beginning to tweak your hard nipples as your thighs lay on his large shoulders. The combination of his tongue and his fingers, made you quiver, and once he found your g-spot, his agile tongue was quick to lick at it with a passion, making you scream out in pleasure.
Surely, the variants above think you're being murdered by now. Nope! Just your pussy.
You could feel Eddie stifle a laugh as his mouth was full of your cunt, and he slurped up your wetness like a man in the desert deprived of water, making you see stars. He knew what the fuck he was doing, and you weren't shocked. Many women would kill to be you right now.
Like the asshole that he is, he pulled away, his mouth coated in your slick, and you felt the itch in your stomach begin to fade, just as it was being scratched by his tongue. He smirked at your angry expression and removed his hands from your breasts to pat your thighs, turning his head to kiss one. "I know, darling. You taste fantastic. But I want to feel that pussy cum around my cock."
You didn't mind that.
He laid you back down on the table, and he pulled you to him, his hands on your hips. His cock was laid on your mons pubis, and seeing how big he was made you gulp. You were both nervous and excited. Nervous that he'd tear you in two, and excited that even if he did rip your reproductive system apart, you'd die being fucked by THE biggest dick you've ever seen. A win-win!
Eddie looked down at you with an eager expression as he merely rubbed his cockhead against your labia, occasionally bumping into your clitoris. He said nothing, only leaning down to kiss you, his tongue breaking through your lips to intertwine with yours.
That was his way of keeping your mind off of penetration. It didn't work, but it made the moment more romantic. His cockhead rubbed against your entrance and popped inside, already stretching you wide. He ate up your moans with satisfaction, continuing to push his cock inside, inch by painful, wide inch. The moment he hilted himself, you felt his slit against your cervix, and he hummed, pulling away to whisper.
"Do you feel me, darling?" His voice was quiet and soothing despite the circumstances, "Do you feel my cock's head against that whore womb of yours?"
...His anatomy needs some work, but it was still hot as fuck. He chuckled before slamming his hands beside your head, and his expression went from sweet to downright horrifying, his smirk wide and pupils shrunk.
He immediately began to thrust hard and fast, your skin slapping against each other as you yelled and moaned out in pleasure and pain. Every time he thrust, his cockhead rammed into your cervix, and you'd feel a sharp pain. On the bright side, his cock was so wide, that it would constantly glide against your g-spot and make your eyes roll into the back of your head.
He felt just as mindfucked as you, panting once more like he did during your throatfucking session, and he stared down at you, leaning down until his shoulders held him up.
"You'll be my little breeding bitch," he heaved out, voice deep and intense. "you will carry our children deep inside of that whore womb. You'll swell and become more beautiful than Aphrodite herself," he exclaimed, pushing himself up once more to grab your tits. He squeezed them tight, his thrusts still rough, "and these will fill with milk. Delectable and oh so convenient," he laughed at your pained yelps that transpired after pinching your nipples a little too hard, "I'll fuck your tits every single day, and after that, I'll fuck your whore pussy, using your milk as lube."
Your body found that hot as you squeezed his length, and he felt it. He threw his head back, thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his end, and so did you by the feeling of your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock. "I knew you'd like that, you little slut. You were made to be bred by me, made to carry our children," he moaned out, clearly enjoying the thought of your pregnancy and how he'd fuck you senseless through every single one, " And I will make sure you spend every waking moment pregnant and leaking, just for me."
His balls slammed against your ass as he thrust, and all you could do was focus on your pleasure as you felt that same itch return. Like he promised, he snuck a finger down to your clitoris and rubbed at it like mad, scratching that itch within your gut.
Within minutes, he had the both of you screaming out in climax; first, you squeezed around him, your orgasm the most intense you've ever had, and after you released, he followed suit, his cum shooting deep inside of you after he slammed his cockhead against your cervix. None of his sperm would be wasted. Not if he could help it.
You panted, coming down from your high, and he pulled out, his gigantic cock now soft. Nothing leaked from you, his cum far too deep within you to seep out.
Eddie became soft once more, smiling down at you and picking you up bridal style. He didn't care about his nudity, no. He only cared about his beloved wife, and preparing her for their wedding and her pregnancy.
He kissed your forehead, voice soft, "You're going to be beautiful, my love. I'm excited for our wedding. And your baby bump."
He beamed at the thought and kissed you once more before walking you through the halls, and likely to his bedroom to lay you down to rest.
You smirked, knowing he'd be fucking you all the time from now on, trying to knock you up. You read files about him earlier, and learned that the experiments made him sterile. "We don't want a fucking psycho like that procreating" was one of the notes on his file, written by a staff member, and you had to agree. His cum was now only good for filling you up. Creampies for days, baby.
He doesn't have to know, though.
God, you're glad you came here.