Chapter 6

"How could he urgently kiss me and yet choose to stay with the omega he hardly knows? That boy was absolutely in heat. I'm certain. I promise!" The only thing I could think of was that Ranold Hamilton was acting like a complete asshole. Along with being envious, miserable, and heartbroken, I was also amazed at myself for experiencing such a wide variety of feelings.

What happened after that is vague to me since pieces from many time periods were put together to form one large puzzle. I can still picture myself sobbing in the restroom and declaring that all men are assholes before feeling a loving and welcoming hug from someone. I just leaned into the warm body and sobbed uncontrollably while ranting about how I felt since it was so soothing. I can't recall when or how it all began, but it seemed like we were in a long, freezing hallway. There were blinking lights and green and white painted walls.

The smearing tongue movements in my mouth made me understand I was being kissed. Under my sweatshirt, I felt a hand rubbing my chest. I felt weird about something. My entire body disobeyed me as I struggled to open my eyes. My nipples were being touched by someone's hands, and I also felt someone's cock contacting me from below. Being touched felt so good, so warm, and so bright that I was unable to stop kissing.

Suddenly and immediately, I realized something was wrong. As the flash crossed my mind. In an attempt to get away, I started to push the man aside a little, but he grabbed hold of my skirt and patted my cock with his hand. I started groaning, but I couldn't get a word out since it seemed as though I had completely forgotten how to speak.

"What is that? What makes you act that way?" As I struggled to get away from his fondling, a strange voice muttered. "Together, we were having a blast. You are such a sweetheart, just keep doing what you were. You're fantastic."

He began kissing me once again as he leaned in close. He continued on my neck after removing my sweatshirt. My body was at ease, and I felt as though I was really enjoying all of that even though I attempted to resist. However, I didn't want it.

I could feel his fingers between my buttocks pushing against my hole as he said, "Look, how wet you are, honey."

It twitched in response to his movements, but I was powerless to stop myself. I started wailing, more likely sobbing, and pushed the man back a little. A voice then abruptly rang out nearby.

"Did you like my husband's body?"

All of a sudden, I felt as though my entire body had straightened up. I shuddered and felt a dreadful revulsion that made me want to vomit everything I had ever eaten. The quick impact of a baseball bat on a man's head left me without even the memory of how to breathe normally. I suppressed my inward scream as I noticed the recognizable figure. Ranold Albert Hamilton by himself. My husband.

I could see how tensed his muscles were when he twirled the bat in his palm. A powerful kick landed directly on the man's skull as he lay on the ground, and I held my breath for fear of even breathing. I shivered and reached out to grab the wall with my hands, but there was nothing there. The man on the ground writhed in agony. The floor was covered in blood and several teeth. In order to get closer to the victim, Ranold Hamilton stood on the ground on both sides of his head before crouching down and positioning the bat next to himself.

"Did you like my husband's body?" I could feel the tension in the air, even though he appeared to be rational and at peace.

When the man on the ground yelled "Wha-aa...aagh," my husband got to his feet and started spinning the bat he was holding.

"Should I just take your dick? Or perhaps it would be preferable if I took your tongue, which was fervently licking his body?" He delicately inserted the bat inside the man's mouth before pressing it to his throat and causing him to choke.

I was quaking with horror at that precise moment, and I trembled once more, turning aside and squinting while hearing the noises of choking.

The sonorous crunch and my husband's breath were both followed by the phrase, "Yeah, the tongue would be wonderful."

After that, there was another crunch. And once more. In the long, deserted corridor. As tears streamed down my cheeks, I heard fractured bones breaking but was unable to see anything. I felt terrified. Frightened to death. His hands were breaking someone's neck as they laid so lightly on my lower back at this point. The passageway finally fell silent. My turn had arrived, so I knew it.

He backed off from a man. He quickly grabbed me by the neck and pushed forward while carrying a bat in his hand.

He gently pushed me forward while pressing my neck from behind and saying, "Do not look."

I slid a little when I felt my shoes touch something slick, but he caught me and kept me from falling, so I was able to keep moving. My husband kept pointing the way. In the end, we stopped close to the door after turning left and traveling quite a distance. He pushed the door open, shoved me inside, and leant the bat against the wall. My husband suddenly grabbed me by the waist and pulled me roughly to himself while I was sobbing and trying to swallow my tears. I clutched to his arm as he did this.

Then, out of nowhere, a stream of cold water showered down on me. In an effort to block the icy water flow, I yelled and bit my spouse on the upper arm. I gripped his arm tightly and yelled nonstop until I could think clearly and let go of him. His body was heated, while wet, in contrast to my shivering from the cold. When he eventually asked me in a softer voice, I was still standing sideways and holding onto his arm. "Why did you do that?"

As I felt his hot finger inside of me, I said, "I don't know. No..!" I jumped to my feet and flinched.

He began by firmly rubbing me inside as if looking for something before stating, "I'm your husband."

"No…" I struggled to breathe out while holding onto his arm.

"Yes. Take a look at the ring you are wearing," His voice kept repeating in my head.

"No!" He pressed something inside of me, causing me to cum simultaneously, and I squealed and curled.

"Why did you do that?" He repeated his question to me.

He again rubbed his finger on the area, pressing it, and I said, "I don't know. N-no!"

I chewed on my lips before biting his arm once more while leaning over and wailing in one spot. The second time, I started with a loud groan while grasping my husband's arm and twitching my fists.

I drank something. I said as my entire body twitched at once.

I was exhaling forcefully and sensing the warmth spreading throughout my body.

"Why?" He asked once again and then rubbed his finger one more against the area.

"No... Please." Curving beneath these incessant motions, I begged him.

But he went on. I had the impression that something unfamiliar was starting to awaken within of me. I thought his ruse had me in some way. One finger alone couldn't have made me feel this fantastic. M erely because he was involved. I despised him. He was my husband. But I didn't want to. I didn't ask for the gentle kiss he gave me, though. I did not want his warm body or the tight hug that he gave me.

"Ghuuuh!" I cum once more, shivering from my third orgasm. "Stop…it…"

"What made you drink it?" I was unable to respond when he asked me again. I was speechless when he was around.

He then started over again. This time, it felt torturous. I had the sensation that he was rubbing on my bladder. Despite my strong desire, I was unable to urinate. It was a continuous inside teasing that was both itchy and ticklish. He seemed to be forcing me to agree, submit, respond, and accept him.

I couldn't, though. I was unable to communicate with him. I was unable to admit it. I was unable to express my feelings of resentment, guilt, or any other emotion to him. I shouldn't have let him see that I was thinking about him in some way. When he hugged and kissed me, I felt heated, and when he held me by the back, I felt good. He made me feel turned on. He made me angry, so I was unable to say anything. Because it would suggest I felt anything, I couldn't blame him for being with someone else. And I was scared. I was afraid of the emotions. He went there with another guy, which terrified me. I was worried that he might take advantage of me. I was afraid he'd fuck me again.

"Why?!" I wept while squirting on the ground. "Why, when you hug me, did you choose the other?"

At last, he removed his finger, and he started dabbing my tears.

"What brought you to him?" While sobbing, I muttered the words. "Did you prefer him over me to be with?"

He gently patted my head and whispered, "Well done. I'm pleased you mentioned that. You have courage, my boy."

I was sobbing on his arm and gripping it with my worn-out body. I could feel how sturdy his body was. His hold grew weaker, and I could feel the strain in his muscles easing. I was under the influence of drugs at the time, so I was delirious and had no memory of what had happened or how I felt. My husband helped me get through it by standing by my side from the beginning.

I was trying to breathe deeply, but I felt like I was choking because I was crying so much. My husband's hand was on my hip, and I felt it. With his fingers still clutching it, he was softly lifting it. I grasped his arm once more as I shivered in response to his dick rubbing against my buttocks. He raised up my chin and spoke directly into my ear. "My husband is the only one I want to be with."

He instantly penetrated me after that. swift and direct. I let out a small gasp when I realized I was still alive and with him. The moment he thrust once more, I let out a hushed groan. I shuddered as he repeated it because I could now sense relief in my innermost parts. I felt his warm lips caress my neck. I reached towards the wall with my hand up. My fingers felt cool, and I gasped as my husband plunged fully inside me. His lips were running up and down my neck, shoulder, and back as I started groaning. I put my back against him when I could finally move without being restrained and was struggling to breathe due to his thrusting.