Fated To The Luna.

HOW IT ALL BEGAN.

"Do you have any idea, how long I've been…" he stopped and sucked my asshole, dipping his tongue, I shivered, knowing this was hectic to hold in.

He then got up and slammed his d**k into my asshole mercilessly ramming into me like a horny dog.

He was my s*x machine, my lover, he was the one I could rely on and get f****d properly.

"Ahhh…fuck it, …." I moaned out loud as he slammed into me once more.

"Your asshole is so f*****g tight.' he moaned.

"I just got f****d. How could I be so tight.' I stroked even faster and faster.

He went deeper, harder and released inside my asshole.

He pulled out of me with a shaken breath. "f**k, that was awesome." I moaned as his huge crotch was pulled out of me.

I heard footsteps and quickly looked, seeing that it was my imagination l sighed.

And before I could think I was pulled up from the counter and f****d so mercilessly and my father inflicted a lot of bite marks on me.

I nearly screamed because of the pleasure, I couldn't hold it in.

I pulled his head for a kiss and gave him a passionate one.

He kissed and roughly sucked my neck and bit my lower lip.

He quickly pulled away from him as I panted.

"What was that for?' I asked.

"Stop having s*x with someone else, I don't like it.'

"Huh, then, satisfy my desires." I dared him. "You are not always around. What do you expect me to do? Jerking off most of the time doesn't help if you are not around and you sometimes f**k my mother, hereby depriving me of s*x, what do you expect?'

"You are a f*****g slut.' he slammed harder into me as I laughed with excitement with my ass wide open for him.

After all, I became like this because of him.

I became a man w***e the day my step-father took my virginity.

I came back from school on a fateful day, scared to my wits as my biological father beat my mom mercilessly.

He was abusive. An alcoholic and loves to inflict pain on people for his own entertainment.

Especially, his child.

This was why my Mom divorced my father and married someone else.

She was quite happy with her new husband but it turned out he was a devil in disguise.

I was getting to know him but the look he gives me looks strange at times and I was sort of scared of him.

One morning I was about to leave for school when he came to me and fixed my collar for me. I noticed his crotch was sort of big as he kissed me on the lips.

I didn't know what that meant so I didn't say anything at all and just kept quiet about it, it was shocking at first.

Throughout that day, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

One night, I was asleep when I felt something licking me. I thought I was dreaming but it was too good to be true.

"Yeah, keep moaning like that, baby,' I heard a silent deep voice and managed to open my eyes and saw my step-father stroking his d**k on top of me while touching my crotch. I nearly screamed but he held me in place as he covered my mouth.

'Do not speak any of this to your mother or else you will regret it.' he threatened and kept stroking his crotch on my abdomen, I was getting scared.

His expression was somewhat terrifying.

I felt a finger on my asshole as he opened my legs and groaned, I felt a warm liquid spilling on me.

"f*****g nice.' he grunted and poured the last drop of his sperm and cleaned it off his d**k.

"Why…" I couldn't speak, I felt a lump on my throat I became dizzy and watched him leave my room. And that night I m*********d for hours because of him.

"Ouch,' I winced at the blood spilling out of my finger, while I painfully dropped down the knife into the sink, thinking of what to do next, as it dripped down the sink.

I wanted to call Lyulph, my best buddy when I remembered he was not around.

But suddenly, I sensed my best friend's brother behind me, stretching out his arm and wrapped wet wipes around it, squeezing my finger to slow down the blood.

I breathed faster than usual because of his warm presence.

He smelled so good and his blonde hair dripped water on my shoulder.

I felt like kissing the water at my shoulder. His perfume was breathtaking and his toned arms with veins, oh, my gosh.

"Does it hurt?' He asked with concern.

I looked up at his blonde hair once more, his soft amber gaze, his lips were desirable and soft, his neck and broad shoulders were so muscular that I swallowed at the sight of him, damn, why was he shirtless this morning?

He could put on some clothes, seeing him like this is putting me out of my limit. Why is he so magnificent and perfect?

"Bjorn,' he called. "Bjorn."

"Huh." I responded, getting out of my thoughts.

"What were you thinking, you seemed so lost." He softly chuckled.

"No, it's just that…umn. I was thinking of my assignments." I brushed it off with a lie and quickly looked away from him.

"Okay." He wiped off the blood completely and looked at me. "Be careful with knives, you are not a kid, Bjorn." He warned with a smile and I felt my heart beat rapidly.

"I was just trying to peel an apple, how could I have known that I would cut my finger?" I defended myself, forcing myself to take my eyes off of him.

He was wearing his white joggers, palm slippers and wearing no shirt.

How does he feel when he is doing that? I could feel my crotch responding but I tried as best as possible for him not to notice it and I wish he could leave.

Why was he at home at this time of the day? What if the maids sees him like this, I just want him all to myself, and no one else.