Sweet Jesus.
I whimper, nodding. My thighs clamp together, squeezing in an embarrassingly needy way as the throb between my legs screams for more.
Kratos raises his other hand, letting the dim light glimmer on the big hunting knife in his hand.
“Let’s fucking hope so.”
Without warning, he shoves his jeans and boxers down together. Suddenly, his cock springs free, slapping heavily against his abs before bobbing right in front of my face.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I understand that porn amplifies sexuality. Everyone moans a little louder than they would in real life. Every position is orgasmic. Every blemish and fault airbrushed away or fixed with makeup.
Every ass is perfectly sculpted. Every breast perfectly round and perky. And every cock huge and throbbing.
But I can say without a second’s hesitation that not a single dick I’ve ever seen in any porn online comes even close to what I’m looking at right now.
It’s not just Kratos’ height or muscles that are huge. I’m staring at what has to be the biggest cock on the fucking planet.
Not a dick. Not a penis.
“Cock” is literally the only word you could use to describe the fat, swollen, almost monstrously huge appendage that he wraps his hand around and begins to stroke, right in front of me.
How the fuck is that going to fit inside me.
Just as I’m thinking that, his fist tightens in my hair. He growls deeply, pulling my face close to his cock as his mask tilts to the side. A low chuckle rumbles from his throat.
“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you.”
I shiver.
“Not yet. And not because I’m worried about breaking you in half, either,” he rasps darkly. “But because you haven’t earned it yet.”
My breath comes haltingly as he pulls me closer, stroking his massive cock inches from my face.
“So open your fucking mouth,” he growls. “And show me how a good little slut earns it.”
He barely waits for my mouth to open. The thick, swollen head of his cock smears precum over my lips, making me gasp quietly before they part. Roughly, gripping my hair, he sinks himself between my lips, pushing his head over my tongue as I swallow back a moan.
“Bad sluts who torch my car don’t get fucked, babygirl,” Kratos hisses. “They get treated like cheap whores.”
Everything about this should be ringing alarm bells in my brain. The fact that he brought me here against my will. That he just chased me through the dark with a fucking knife before pinning me to the ground on my hands and knees and forcing his cock into my mouth.
All of it should be a huge red flag.
But it’s not. Not to someone broken and flawed and demented like me. It’s not that this isn’t scary or a little too much. It is one hundred percent those things.
And it’s precisely all that that’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s that fear factor, and the roughness, and the dubious level of consent that’s pushing every single one of my buttons.
It’s knowing that even if I told him to stop, begged him to, he wouldn’t. In fact, he’d just go harder, and rougher. That’s what has my pulse roaring in my veins, and my core quivering and aching for more.
“No” wouldn’t stop this. “Stop” wouldn’t, either. There’s only one word that would end all this right here and right now.
Vanish.
That’s what’s lurking in the depths, under all of this: knowing that I could stop this, with just one single word. That I have that ace in my back pocket that I could use at any time.
But stopping this stops it. Permanently. The dream ends. I wake up to reality. And I never get to see how deep or how dark the rabbit hole can go.
So I don’t say a thing. All I do is moan as Kratos grabs a fist of my hair and pushes his huge dick into the back of my throat.
I can feel myself sputter and choke a little. Spit and precum drip from the corners of my lips and trickle down my chin. He groans deeply, his v-lines and abs flexing and rippling as he grabs my hair and takes his pleasure from my mouth.
“There’s a good little whore,” he grunts. “Now use your tongue, like a good little fuck-toy.”
I whimper as he pulls my mouth off his slick, glistening head. He brings my mouth down to the underside of his swollen shaft. I tongue and lick it, dragging my mouth up and down the sheer size of him as he hisses in pleasure.
Kratos bends over me, reaching down. I cry out, moaning around his thick dick as he spanks my ass. He does it again, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth down to his big, heavy balls.
“Suck,” he commands. “Like the greedy little cum slut you are, babygirl.”
I moan, doing exactly as he says. My lips open wide, sucking one heavy orb into my mouth. My tongue drags over its silky skin, and when he groans deeply, something powerful explodes through me.
Another moan tumbles from my mouth as his thick finger drags up my slit from behind. He plunges it inside, fingering me hard and fast, filling the church again with the lewd sounds of my sopping wet pussy. His finger pushes lower between my legs, rubbing my clit as I gasp for air and tongue his heavy balls.
Kratos’ hand pulls away, clearly reaching for something. My eyes flare, my breath catching as I feel the cold, naked edge of his knife drag down my spine. He’s not cutting me, but I can feel the lethality of that point as it hums a hair’s breadth from my skin, delving lower and lower toward my ass.
“Open your mouth, my little slut.”
