This continues the story of Wanda and Malin in "The Pregnant Ride!" More scenes of debauchery are coming, my dears. I'll be tee'ing them up, sex scene by sex scene. Warning to my regular readers: This is erotic horror. It's MUCH darker than I'm usually comfortable with writing.
Links to earlier parts are in my story list.
Keeping a hold on her upper arm, Malin pulled her downstairs to where his apartment was located below ground under the security building. Wanda couldn't stop shaking as they walked, realizing that she was finally reaching someplace where more horrible stuff wasn't going to happen.
Once he shut the door, closing her into his space, Malin let her go. Blowing out his breath in relief, he gestured, "Bathroom's in there. Bet you want it." Nodding, Wanda turned and headed for it. But Malin held her back, snagging the collar of her dress. "Hang on, drink something first."
She returned eagerly; she had planned to quench her thirst in the shower. In the kitchenette, he poured water into a cup, pulled a pill out of his pocket, dropped it in the water causing a lot of bubbles, and handed it to her.
She looked at him curiously as she drank in gulps. He replied, "You've been too stressed to notice you're hungry. You need a buffer."
Wanda blinked in surprise, realizing that her shakes were from reaching the ragged edge of her endurance. Putting down the empty glass, she then headed to the bathroom. At the entrance, she paused and looked at him. "Thank you, Malin," she spoke low projecting her voice softly.
Malin stood at the sink where he was getting his own glass of water, and he gazed at her over his shoulder. He was hungry, she could read that in his expression. But there was more. The hunger was on another level altogether. "Go on and get started. Be there in a minute."
The bathroom was an open plan with no boundary, no curtain or raised edge between the toilet and its drain. Wanda gratefully tugged off the dress she'd been handed in the women's dorm area, and she sat on the toilet and tossed the despised dress in the hamper. Sighing in relief that she had gotten as much semen out of her as possible, she then turned on the shower. As she stepped under the spray, the sound of the bathroom door opening gave her the warning she needed to expect Malin's touch when he wrapped a hand around her shoulder.
Malin had her turn around to face him. As she expected, he was naked. And erect. She lifted her chin to keep her focus on his face.
He rumbled, "Something women keep forgetting is that some men won't let go when they're picked." Her heart rate jumped. She had been worried about his intent with her. One thing was for certain, though: He was definitely not going to take her sneaking off well at all. Worse, based on his friend's comment and his warning, her plan was transparent.
Licking her lips nervously, she reached up and lightly touched his throat. In the ceremony he wasn't supposed to talk to her after fucking her, she was certain. He shook his head at what she might be about to say. "As you probably already realized, cameras are everywhere," he murmured.
He wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her against his frame.
"What happens tomorrow?" she finally asked.
"First the church service. Then you're coming with me for my shift in the game studio." He paused. "That's where you were enslaved," he told her.
She cringed thinking of how stupid she was.
"It makes you a preferred toy around here, so you need to stick with me no matter what anyone says." He walked her back into the spray and reached for its detachable nozzle.
After what she'd seen, she definitely didn't want to be anyone's 'toy'. Well, except Malin's apparently. Which was when he focused the stream on her slit, making her squeak. Her clit instantly responded to the stimulation.
Malin took one of her nipples into his mouth. Panting, closing her eyes with the stimulation from his sudden seduction, Wanda realized one thing. She wanted Malin again. All on and all in, she opened her eyes and reached out to caress his cock. He moaned and switched to her other nipple for his tongue to rub and make her tingle and tighten in anticipation.
"I'm going to come soon," she groaned, referring to the spray on her overstimulated clit.
He abruptly sat on the floor of the shower, tugging her down to straddle him. Pointing the spray right on her clit, she tensed in a powerful wave of arousal. When the nozzle moved briefly, it was because he was using one hand on her hip to guide her down, and the other hand to position his cock for slipping into her extremely ready pussy. As the broad tip slipped between her labia, she stared into his concentrated face. When the engorged head of his cock breached her channel, his expression started relaxing. Sliding deeper, stretching her and filling her, she smiled as he smiled. It was the best feeling.
"By Hades, I hated that condom," he growled, plunging as deep as he could.
