SCENT OF THE ENEMY'S HEIR

Chapter Three : Forced On The Bed

Alex

Those words resounded in my ears. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The worst part was that I didn't even bother to fight it.

I loved the pleasure his hand gave my d**k. His eyes were controlling my every desire. Was I under a spell? Because I simply couldn't fight him off. I didn't want to.

"You love that don't you?"

He whispered in my ears as he tightened his grip on my d**k. The pleasure got even more intense. I could feel myself cumming.

Then he slapped my face and spat on me.

"You think you deserve to c*m. You little pathetic c*m bucket. Just look at your eyes drowning in pleasure. Aw, you're going to be so fun to mess with."

He laughed as he continued stroking my d**k. I had never felt so belittled in my life but I enjoyed every moment of it till I came.

"You wanna taste your cum."

He said as he smeared it on my face. He was really crazy. I was humiliated and disgusted. I turned the other way quickly.

I was back to clarity. Back to reality, what would my father think if he knew about this. When did I care? Did he even care?

"You don't wanna test you c*m, hahaha"

Jeff mocked me as I hid my face.

"Aw, you're hiding. Don't go hiding. Come here let me make you a proper c*m bucket"

He took off his pants and brought out the largest d**k I had ever seen. It struck me in ways I had never expected. It was in ways I could not have foreseen. The feeling arched a part of me I didn't think existed. It had been instinctive, primal, impossible to suppress even with every shred of focus I had.

Coming close to me, he grabbed my head and my throat. I was out of words. Just then, the door opened.

I didn't resist, I didn't know why. All I could do was look and wait. I had submitted without even knowing. My will was he's without any much effort.

Just then, the door barged opened and a voice echoed heavily in our ears and halted what we had started.

"Jeff, stop it. Get out."

It was Tyrion. His aura had filled the room. His dominance and presence had stolen the show.

"Damn Tyrion, why do you have to ruin every good thing for me?"

Jeff pulled back his already erect d**k back. Apparently everyone feared Tyrion. Seeing Jeff leave made me feel weird. I didn't know if I was to feel relieved or disappointed. Did I look forward to taking his gigantic c**k?

"You. Follow me"

Tyrion commanded me. Instantly, I did. Without thinking twice. I wore my clothes and couldn't get over what had just gone through. I wondered if Tyrion knew. Then his voice startled my thoughts.

"About Jeff he has always been different from the others. He had been precise in his cruelty. He invades people's space in ways that would go beyond physical proximity."

What did he mean by that? Was he aware of what Jeff might have done? These questions flooded my mind but I stayed quiet.

He had intruded into my instincts, into the small, fragile lines of control I had kept for myself. The spasms of pleasure he had but me through were still ringing in my mind.

"Don't let anything he does disturb you"

Tyrion's words fell on a deaf ear because it was already too late for that. What Jeff had done, had pressed into the margins of my mind without touching my thoughts directly, reading my tension as if it had been written on my skin. I had never experienced something like that and I wanted more of it.

"We're here"

Tyrion spoke. I just hoped it wasn't the ice den. Luckily it was the opposite. The steam room.

I didn't know if I was going to be excited or sad. I didn't know my fate this time around.

"Strip and get in."

Tyrion said as he led me in. I stood there with confusion locked in my face

"I don't like to repeat myself"

He said as he pulled himself closer to me. Without any hesitation I took off my clothes and left my briefs on and entered into the steam bath. He had closed in on me during the bath but I didn't take any meaning to it. Until, I noticed his hands on my ass. I pulled back quickly, I assumed it was an honest mistake but it wasn't.

I kept on thinking of what Jeff had done. I had told myself it was humiliation. Just another tactic. A necessary step to break me down. And for a time, I had believed it. But then my body had responded to the thoughts of it. I could feel my d**k getting hard.

Looking at Tyrion and his muscles. Crazy thoughts overshadowed me. I bent my head only to see the water swaying in. I looked up and there he was standing in front of me.

His d**k way bigger than Jeff's. What the hell? I didn't want to actually think what I was thinking but everything changed when he spoke.

"Get on your knees. I want my d**k to feel your tight throat. I want to empty my c*m in your mouth"

Every nerve in my body had refused to obey my commands. My muscles had moved before I had chosen them to. They moved with total obedience and submission. My heartbeat had betrayed my thoughts. My blood had thrummed with urgency, responding to stimuli I had thought I could resist.

My instincts, the very things I had relied on for survival had turned against me. I felt shocked at first. Hot, consuming, disorienting. And then confusion, deeper and more dangerous. I had been trained to read my instincts, to rely on them. To trust them. And yet, at that moment, they had betrayed me completely.

I looked at him and swallowed a bulge down my throat.

The next I knew. His d**k had been forced into my mouth.