Chapter 3 Makhavah's Plaything III

Vivienne's Point of View "Don't stop, Daryl..." The name ripped out of me in a broken, desperate moan before I could choke back on it. My fingers froze mid-thrust, the thick dildo still buried deep in my dripping, clenching cunt. I slapped both of my hands over my mouth, my eyes wide, chest heaving. Six fucking months. Six months of telling myself I was done with that lying, cheating bastard. Six months of trying to fuck the memory of him, out of me with toys and my own desperate hands. Yet, I still moan out his name while I'm on the edge? Tears burned in my eyes, as a shameful sob tore from my throat, I curled in on myself in a fetal position as I cried. "It tastes so bitter when your lust is mixed with regret and betrayal." A deep chilling voice cut through the dark, and I screamed. My body jolting upright, the dildo slipping out of my soaked hole with a filthy wet sound. The sheets beneath me, tangled around my bare ass as I scrambled, I yanked the blanket even closer to my body, trying to cover what was left of my dignity. "Who the fuck are you?" I snarled into the empty room, my eyes searching for the owner of the voice. But I couldn't see anything, there was nothing in sight. But I was certain I didn't hallucinate the voice, I heard it, deep, velvety rough, and right there. "And what the hell are you doing in my room?" My hand shot toward my nightstand drawer, and I grabbed my gun. As a young, helpless woman who lived alone in such a dangerous world, I had my three guns, one in my room, the living room, and the kitchen. My fingers closed around cold metal, as I pulled off the safety off. I stepped off the bottom naked, my cunt still twitching and dripping down my thighs. "Lust is meant to be enjoyed, little mortal." That same low, filthy voice rolled out of the bathroom doorway. "I can take all of that pain away... if you let me." My chest was heaving dangerously now, my trembling hands tightened around the gun as I approached the bathroom. I could see his massive silhouette as it filled the doorway, and then I saw him. He stood at least seven feet tall, his head reaching the door frame, yet he was still hunched. My eyes fell to the broad shirtless chest, and then the thick arms by the sides. His long black hair caught the light of my bed room, it was blacker than the night itself, and those familiar golden eyes bore into my very soul. "Y-You're..." I staggered back, gun still raised, "You're the man from my dreams." He stepped fully into the room, gaze dragging slow and hungry over my bare pussy, that was still glistening with my juices. "I have come to grant your wish." I kept the gun aimed at his chest, because if I let something that size get any closer, I would lose. I couldn't subdue him. Not a fucking chance. He was a mountain compared to my 5'6" frame My assessment was simple; if he moved wrong, I would not hesitate to shoot him. "How the hell did you get into my house?" I demanded. He smirked, taking a slow step forward. I matched it with one back. "Do you really think that useless little weapon will do anything to me?" "I don't want to kill you," I warned, voice tight. "But I will if you take one more step forward." "Tell me your wish, Vivy." My brows slammed together, because how the fuck did he know my name? He closed the distance in one long stride. The gun fire, straight into his chest. My eyes went wide as the bullet blew clean through the center of his chest before it burrowed in the wall behind him. "Oh-" I gasped loudly, not because I had shot him, but because the hole in his chest, sealed even before the smoke cleared. He was as good as new, there wasn't even a scar on him. "I told you," he said, almost bored, "your weapons won't work on me." One huge hand closed over the gun and ripped it out of my grip like it was a toy. The next second my back slammed against the wall. Only then did the cold air remind me I was still completely bare-pussy slick, ass naked, thighs wet from earlier. He kicked my legs apart hard. Thick thighs shoved between mine and ground up against my aching, dripping cunt with deliberate pressure. "What are you-ah-" An unintentional moan slipped out before I could stop it. Fear was still there, but my body was already betraying me, hips twitching against the rough friction. "You want to be fucked, don't you?" His mouth was right against my ear, voice low and filthy. "I can hear it in every sweet little moan you've been making. That desperation is enough to drive me insane." He rolled his hips again, harder. The wet sound of my soaked pussy being thigh-fucked filled the quiet room shamelessly. "Ah-hngh-" I was breathlessly against him. "Who the hell are you?" I managed, even as my cunt clenched and dripped down his legs. "Someone who can free you from the curse that bastard Daryl put on you." His massive hands clamped around my chin, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to meet those dark eyes. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is the feeling of my cock splitting you open. Heartbreak? It won't exist when I'm done with you." I sank my teeth into my lower lip at the promise. My cunt was throbbing, slick and aching, the hard press of his thick thighs grinding mercilessly between my legs sending sparks straight through my clit. My body remembered the way he'd eaten me out until I was sobbing, thighs shaking around his head in my dream. And I want to find out it feels like for real... or maybe this was still a dream. Another pathetic coping mechanism so I didn't have to feel the real pain of losing Daryl. "So, tell me, little Vivy..." He kept grinding against my soaked center. "What do you want?" "I want to cum." The confession tore out of me on a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut as my hips twitched helplessly against him. "I want to cum so fucking hard I can't think." He went still for a second, then a dark, hungry smile curved his mouth. "Don't worry, little mortal." Those huge hands slid up and locked around my throat, pinning me in place. "You're going to cum so hard you'll be sobbing, begging me to make it stop." With effortless strength he hauled me up off the floor, crushing me against his chest as his mouth crashed onto mine.