/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45968303 (3/3—p4)
—
His eyes drink from my body and reactions are immediately visible: death and spite in his pupils, yet excitement in his manhood, hands gripping me strongly, tense yet anxious. A man, through and through—despite it sometimes fading away. Nothing that the Gap and Eientei's medication couldn't easily solve—and I come closer, ignoring the few tears escaping me for whatever reason—joy, must be. To be connected by this carnal resonance that conjoins internal feelings of self with the flesh, 'The Mind', and 'The Body', at last finding harmony in the sheer magnitude of my love and his hatred. “Your rage is deep, unseen until this moment. It'd be unlike of you to show it, after all—you're a calm and sweet man, Anon, and those women only see that side of you… I'm now witness of your rage. Of humanity hidden right here~” I poke his heart with a finger, hand slowly descending towards his unwanted erection. “Imprint everything your lovely soul will never show any other woman on my body—shower that hatred onto me… Your only outlet, Anon~”

And so I take his mouth on mine. For a moment there's weakness, his arms falling to the side and a groan of tiredness—weary of routine—leaving him; but his mind knows that must not be the case: first were the threats, urging him to follow every rule of mine as if gospel; then, the delicacy that is burning internalized rage. A cruel, cruel world that crushes the man who’d dare to shout his woes to the skies. A man that'd be ridiculized for lashing back against the Hakurei Miko, who endured for 20 years a life of unmitigated misery and unfairness, of torture that was passed down onto his next generation.

An unprecedented rage welled up inside a good soul…

… Rage that had, finally, found a way out.

Anon pulled me to him as streaming tears fell, brows creased, eyes closed, and he took my mouth with intimate, ferocious kisses unlike any others we have shared. It did not stop when the air became rarefied, arousing, and dangerous, like a dance over a hanging rope, my mind going blank and my lungs screaming. His hands gripped my biceps with strength, and an overwhelming energy of virility crushed me. The air was consumed like a feast, a conflagration of emotions that brought us to the floor and toppled some decorations along the way—I couldn’t care less about them—my back hitting the wood hard, exposing my naked femininity as his tears and our saliva built up in the maddening kiss. His throbbing dick poked my thigh, fertilizing an entire acre of lust inside of me.

When our lips finally parted with a loud ‘pop,’ a concupiscent speed followed, us both panting desperately for air and nearly purple from the suicide kiss.

Our love-making of before and now layered on my mind as I watched him rip the juban off as if hateful of the thing, exposing a scarred body—mine and the world's victim—resentment in every movement. Gone were the slow motions, sensual in nature, and 'passionate', and I can't help but be glad all of that disgusting copulation never bore a child—our world growing inside of me shouldn't be the fruit of a union without emotion.

Oh, how happy I was during the IUI, crying out of joy when our child was finally conceived. You'd be crying there too, wouldn't you, Anon? I’m so happy, it hurts…

It hurts so badly…

“Why did you bring me to this cursed place?!” Gripping my arm, he turned me so that my face pressed against the carpet and my belly flattened against the ground, towering over me. “Rehabilitation?! I was happy already! With Hana, Kanako, Marisa—everyone! I was healing back then!” I closed my eyes in sheer excitement as his strong hands gripped my hips and pulled them up, my back arching and my dripping pussy presenting itself to him, reddened hand marks branding my skin. Love and hatred combine to create fireworks. “But then you came, and I received you in my house warmly… Just so you could drag me into a Gap and destroy my life.” He pressed the tip of his dick against my wet entrance, pleading for his embrace, driven by blinding rage and threats from the past. “Why did you do all of this…? Why did you destroy my life?”

“… Because I love you.” It came out before any thought could be formed, mind hazy with uncontrollable lust and the devastating beauty of intertwined love and hate. He stared at me through the tears and unchained anger, disarray lacing his eyes before his teeth bared; tears thickened and, with one mighty push, invaded my insides.

It was unreal how good it was, like electrocution killing every thought and replacing it with melted lecherousness.

He pumped and pumped inside, my legs reacting with confused movements, arms trembling as I tried to lift my upper body and fell once or twice back on the floor, the force of every penetration creating lewd sounds that ricocheted against the walls.

Every thrust bore a sea of hate, of injustice and unfairness, lashing against a world so very cruel…

… And I took everything—the only one that would~