Chapter 8 – They're Just Lowlifes *

"Mmm!"

I pushed her back, making her fall on the sofa once it tackled the back of her knees. She yelped in surprise, but the way she fell seemed to be sensual as though she posed that way on purpose.

Her milky white breasts pointed straight forward without a hint of sagginess, bouncing from the impact, and her dress pulled up to reveal the juiciness of her thighs and a hint of red panties that contrasted well with her skin.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a tone that I thought conveyed panic, but somehow insincere.

"Fulfilling your wish," I replied and gripped her round tits in my hands. They fit just perfectly, allowing me to squeeze them as much as I wanted. I was consumed with anger at her betrayal, and I showed no gentleness in my movements.

"Ah, mmm, I didn't expect you to have it in you," she taunted, her blue eyes looking into mine.

If I acted irrationally until now, she drove me mad with that simple sentence. Those three idiots already tried to step on me, does she think my back has space for another foot?

"You talk big for a horny girl who enjoys being molested," I spat back and forced a rough kiss on her neck, enjoying the moans escaping her lips with every forceful action I took.

"Do you think it counts as being molested if I allow it?" She asked with weird hope in her voice like she wanted to hear that her fantasy really came true.

"It does," I answered helplessly. Even with my feelings in turmoil, acting the predator was tough; I was too inexperienced and generally nice for it. Without her auditory encouragement, I'm afraid I'd back down long ago.

With a long pull, I swept her legs off the ground, making her lie on her back, her butt resting on the armrest, and her legs up in the air leaning on my shoulders.

It took me one second to decide that trying to remove her dress would be the wrong move as I had no idea how to do that. What kind of predator struggles with removing his victim's dress while she's looking at him impatiently to devour her?

Seeing her usually indifferent eyes staring at me in a needy way developed a new fetish in me that day, and my dagger was evolving into a sword in my pants as I slapped her breasts, making them jiggle just enough to hypnotize me. I'm not sure why I did it, it just seemed right.

"Mm, argh!" She moaned once again, grabbing her tits and worsening the red mark my palm left. I was glad I trusted my instincts; they were definitely right.

"Mhm, you like that, don't you?" I smiled sadistically and wrapped my fingers around her neck, squeezing the sides to block the blood flow to her brain and make her slightly dizzy, and my other hand resting on her chest could feel her heartbeat race.

"I… love… it…" she struggled to speak as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer to her. A tinge of redness colored her normally pale cheeks as she drooled a bit in her efforts to breathe. That's when her lips slowly moved again, forming a word without any voice in it.

*DA-DDY*

My blood boiled instantly, and my dick pressed against my pants so hard it started to hurt. With a quick motion of my fingers, I unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear, revealing it in all its majesty.

"Can you take it?" I whispered, my voice cracked and hoarse in my passion. I rubbed it between her close thighs, enjoying the warm softness coating it in every direction.

"You can't go that far," her breath hurried as she warned me, but the way she sent down a hand and grabbed my member told me to keep going.

"I can't?"

Ignoring her warning, I let my fingers roam on her body, exploring her flat and shaped stomach, down to her waist. Her dress was pulled up to reveal the red panties, the last fortress standing in my dragon's path to conquer the princess. I might have messed up the fairy tale a little, but whatever. I was horny and you got it.

"Ahh, yes… You must not!"

Just as I sent my hands down to her clit and rubbed it through the fabric, enjoying the stain that formed beneath it, she bit her lower lip hard as though to wake herself up from a dream.

"Argh!"

This time the groan belonged to me. Her legs, previously hugging my waist and begging me to let her feel my tool better and harder, uncoiled like two snakes. She pulled them back toward her chest and kicked me away.

"What- what happened?" I asked in confusion. I mean, it'd make sense if she kicked me while I was actually trying to rape her, but it was a forceful game with (kind of) early consent. I held my chest in pain and waited for her explanation.

"You… you can't. You will die if we do it," she mumbled a load of words that made no sense.

"Die? Who would kill me?"

"My big sister, my big brother, my father, my mother. I'm not sure who, the first one to learn about it." She was dead serious, I could tell from the visible regret in her eyes.

I felt weird arguing with my pants down, and my thing was already soft again from the harsh disappointment. If it had a heart, it'd probably be broken worse than mine. I pulled them back up to cover myself while thinking about how to answer that weird claim.

"There's the police and the law, they can't just kill me because I slept with you," I tried.

"It's irrelevant. Will you give up your life for a taste of me?"

My heart squeezed. She was the woman I have adored in recent months, the woman I dreamt about every day and every night. She was right there within reach, yet she was telling me, with her tits still marked by my palm, that I could never have her.

"I have one question." I made up my mind. If she asked that silly question seriously, I would answer it seriously.

"What?" She arched her eyebrow, and even that simple movement captivated my eyes.

"Do you often do this?" I pointed at the room, at the mess, at the situation.

"Do what?" She tilted her head slightly to the left, her eyes trying to follow my finger. Yup, I guess you can't point at a situation, but it was too painful to even say it out loud.

"Do you let men touch you like I touched you? Do you- do you often arrange for men to force themselves on you?"

"Hahaha!" She burst into laughter, one that could end the winter and make flowers blossom. Her voice was melodic, and the sound mixed with the still-playing music from the karaoke machine.

"What?" I grimaced, annoyed at her reaction. Given her weird forced-play fetish, how can she laugh at it?

"Do you think those lowlifes would ever get to touch my skin? I'd kill them before they did!"