3. The Girl
Splurt—
Thick, milky white fluid splattered across her pristine white skin. Mark panted raggedly, swallowing hard. He hadn't even bothered counting how many times he'd climaxed already. The air in the tightly locked, sealed little room hung heavy with the cloying, acrid reek of concentrated male musk.
The child lying before him still had her eyes shut, just as she'd had them when he'd first laid her on the bed. But her soft skin—once like a pure white lily—was now stamped here and there with red, inflamed traces of lust, like seals imprinted upon her. And atop those marks, glistening white semen was scattered. Some of the stains had already dried to a pale crust.
Mark paused his movements, a satisfied smirk on his face, drinking in the sight of her naked body strewn with crimson petal-like blotches across the bed. Though he'd ravaged her in the heat of his lust, he hadn't left any decisive scars. He'd merely used her to rub and tease his raging manhood, leaving her body intact, without a single penetrated hole.
He hadn't checked how much time had passed amid his frenzy, but clearly a good long while had elapsed. All that remained now was to wash her off, dress her, and send her away in her pristine state.
But before that... just one more time, for the finale.
Mark strode to the shelf, fetching a thin cord and a pair of scissors back to the bed. He gathered a fistful of her platinum blonde locks from the nape of her neck, bound them with the cord, and snipped them clean at the base. Lifting the neatly tied bundle to his nose, he inhaled deeply. The soft texture carried Emily's scent. When he returned to Eliyum next, he'd savor this fragrance while reliving today's heavenly pleasure. This precious trophy would comfort him as he unleashed the desires he'd left unfulfilled.
It was such a pity. If only he'd discovered her back in his twenties, when she was even younger—he'd have kidnapped her on the spot. In their secret hideaway, unbound by time or circumstance, he'd have devoured her burning passion until it crumbled to gray ash.
Regret gnawed at him as this irreplaceable chance slipped away. Gazing down at Emily, the rose-petal crimson smears of rough lust blooming across her white nudity stirred his groin once more, heavy and insistent.
Mark seized her slender ankle, hoisting it high to spread her thighs. Amid the white thighs bruised here and there like dark blotches from his brutal desires, a pink slit gleamed. He licked his parched lips with a ragged breath, his tongue—slick and cool with saliva—slowly tracing the dry edges.
Earlier, he'd savored the shy crevice nestled within her delicate petals, so soft and sweet. And the thick, musky aroma rising to tease his tongue as he delved deep—pure ecstasy. Smacking his lips at the memory, he craved another taste. He extended his tongue long and leaned in toward the parted petals.
Then, in a fleeting afterimage, he glimpsed round, ash-gray pupils.
Ash-gray eyes?
Mark snapped to attention, jerking his head up. Emily had opened her eyes at some point, her pupils dilated wide, glaring at him.
She definitely had her eyes closed just moments ago. When did she come to?
A sharp chill raced down his spine like icy water. Everything had gone awry. Meeting her horrified gaze, Mark decided on a direct assault.
As Emily twisted her captured ankle, he clamped down harder, slamming it back to the bed. Her frail body thrashed in resistance, but she couldn't match the strength of a hardened adult male, tempered by physical labor.
She struggled fiercely again, but Mark's terrifying grip pinned her immobile.
"Ah... Uncle..."
Emily winced, her brows knitting in sudden agony as she let out a shrill cry.
"L-let go... please..."
Tears welled in her pleading face as she begged.
"...It'd be better if you just obeyed quietly."
Mark locked eyes with her, his voice low and menacing. With the plan derailed, he'd bulldoze straight through. He might not tame her into a docile lamb right now, but silencing her was well within reach. Terror, brute force, and threats—the timeless tools proven across human history—would work like a charm on a child.
"Emily."
Mark glared threateningly, fixing his gaze on her terror-stricken ash-gray eyes as he lowered his jaw between her spread thighs. Emily froze under his predatory stare. When his slick tongue touched the inner petals of her tensely parted thighs, her muscles twitched violently.
Mark lapped meticulously at the tender folds within, glaring at her contorted face all the while. She strained against his vise-like grip on her thigh, but it was futile.
Savoring the soft texture on his tongue, he finally lifted his chin. Emily had squeezed her eyes shut in anguish, twisting her face away.
Mark released her thigh, slamming his hand onto her shoulder instead. Startled, Emily's eyes flew wide, rolling toward him in panic. He mounted her prone body, grinding his raging manhood threateningly against her legs.
"You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, Emily."
She turned her face away, straining her neck to evade his approaching visage. Veins bulged desperately along her slender white throat. Pinning her slight frame beneath his full weight, Mark reached out roughly, seizing her jaw. Her small, fragile chin fit perfectly in his grasp. He yanked it hard, forcing her to face him. Emily squeezed her eyes shut, grimacing in defiance.
"Look at me. Look here, Emily."
Mark whispered low into the ear of the girl desperately clenching her eyes shut.
"There's something you need to know. This wasn't my original plan, but you tempted me first. You looked at me with those pleading eyes, begging for it... you slut."
Emily strained to turn her head, but escaping his iron grip on her jaw was nearly impossible. Mark thrust his slick tongue deep into her ear, licking the inner walls.
"What do you think that sticky wetness is down there, Emily? You begged me for it. Pleaded for my hot tongue to lick you."
Lies! Lies! Emily screamed inwardly in horror, but all she could manage was a feeble twitch, straining her neck to evade the wet, filthy intrusion in her ear.
Mark rocked his hips, rubbing his rigid shaft against her body. The moment the grotesque thing touched her, her body stiffened in horror and revulsion.
"Even though you seduced me, I didn't violate you. All for your sake, Emily."
His low whispers droned on.
"But if you breathe a word of what happened here today to anyone, I'll have no choice but to tell Chris and Marie all about your filthy deeds. And how much you loved every second of it, in exquisite detail."
With his full body weight and solid shoulders pinning her immobile, his free hand roamed down past her navel. Reaching the parted petals at last, he extended his middle finger, slowly rubbing inside. Emily bit her lip against the raw pain of her sensitive flesh being scraped.
"I'll have to tell them how your slutty nature left you dripping and twitching down here. Think your mom and dad will like hearing that? They might just sell you off to a whorehouse in disappointment. Eliyum's back alleys are full of girls like you."
As he kneaded below, Mark trailed his finger up her cheek, leaving a slick trail. Emily desperately tried to turn away, but her gripped jaw wouldn't budge, and burning pain flared around it.
"So here's what I want to ask you."
Mark ground his raging manhood against her thigh again. The slick-tipped thing slid slowly along her inner thigh. Emily began to tremble faintly, her face frozen pale and rigid as ice. She was terrified. Suddenly, the grotesque hardness jabbed her inner thigh.
"Since it's come to this, shall I grant your wish and put it inside you? Once it's in, the feeling is pure bliss. You'll probably come to love it. And it'll help keep our little secret safe."
Emily's ashen face twisted in terror; she shook her gripped jaw violently. Mark curled his lips at the sight.
Gazing at her fear-frozen form, he smacked his lips lewdly with his slick tongue tip. His glazed eyes brimmed with vile lust. But cold reason, sensing danger, issued a warning. Exangciras was a good place—plenty of prey, quiet, livable. Getting chased out now would force him south to the western continent's untamed wilds, Slatton's outposts where the language differed and the barren lands were unforgiving. He couldn't abandon cozy Exangciras.
Regretfully, Mark suppressed his surging desire.
"Can you promise? That you won't tell a soul. If you do, I'll pretend none of this happened."
Emily nodded immediately, her eyes thick with dread. Satisfied, Mark released her jaw. The classic, time-honored tools of intimidation never failed.
Glare locked on her fearful eyes, he seized her hand and pulled it toward his manhood.
"Gather your clothes and get out. Go home, wash up, and hide any marks on your body. If word of today gets out, I'll shove this inside you immediately. I'm letting you off just this once, for your sake."
Emily flinched at the angry flesh touching her hand, huddling in on herself. Her eyes pleaded for reassurance; her terrified face nodded stiffly. Mark shifted off her, allowing her to slip from the bed.
"Remember what I said."
At his growling threat, Emily—clutching her scattered clothes from the floor with trembling hands—bowed her bloodless face low in a nod.