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Aslynn and Airis

By: _RavenShade_



(A huge thanks to my friends and wonderful volunteer editors who helped me with this story. Feedback welcome! This is the first story I've ever submitted so please be gentle. Thanks again!) 




Aslynn shivers as the chilly night air whips across her skin and tangles her long hair. She should have worn a jacket, but then again, she has more important things on her mind, like finding someone who can help fix her car or maybe borrow someone's cell phone or hell, track down someone who can help her find her car. She's practically running, as she crosses the block and turns left at the corner. Her car is still nowhere in sight. This sucks, she thinks bitterly. She's ended up in a twisted maze and can't find the exit sign...

It's been three months since moving to the new city and she's still learning her way around town. If her best friend, Meredith hadn't begged and pleaded for her to move, she wouldn't have, but what are best friends for?

She found a cute one-bedroom apartment and a job at a small coffee shop in record time. The only drawback being that it's clear across town, almost at the borderline, really. Meredith made a point of telling her a few areas in town that she should avoid after dark. Saying something along the lines of Aslynn being as tiny as a pixie and with her black hair, naturally tan skin tone, nice rack, and pretty face, she'd be an easy target to get mugged or worse. 

Aslynn really is on the petite side, barely 5 feet tall, with a slender body. She could be swept away by the wind. Her breasts are fairly large, though. Maybe they're what keeps her rooted to the ground. Soft and bouncy, they stand out on her chest so profoundly that anyone who doesn't notice them needs an eye exam. Her tits are a dead giveaway, proving that she's not a kid but a 24 year old woman. And even though she has a great rack, her ass gets a few lingering looks as well. It's a smooth slope, nice and firm and not too plump. It's definitely squeeze worthy.

Aslynn sighs as she rubs her arms, trying her best to keep warm. If this was one of those places on the 'Do Not Pass Go' list Meredith failed to mention it. It's a deserted stretch of land but that doesn't surprise her. All the shops and businesses are closed being that its 1:30 in the morning. So here she is, alone at night, searching for her car, in a neighborhood that might be harboring drug dealers and high-end criminals.  

Aslynn pauses, glancing left and then right. Which way to turn now? She's starting to get worried. She's been walking in circles for at least half an hour. This is ridiculous.

Suddenly, a man appears, walking out of the shadows and stopping beside a street sign a few feet from where she's standing. 

"Hello," he says. Just a simple "Hello." 

She still jumps in surprise, dropping her purse on the ground. 

"Oh, you scared me!" she says, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. He looks intimidating as he approaches her.

She swallows, frozen in place as the stranger draws closer, his steps slow and steady. Their eyes meet before he kneels down and picks up her purse. She can feel his dark gaze roaming up the length of her body, starting at her high heels, rising all the way back up to her glossy, mahogany-colored eyes.

Without saying a word, he holds the purse out to her. His fingertips brush against hers as she takes it, and she can't help but gasp. Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.

"A small, sexy girl like yourself shouldn't be wandering alone in dark alleyways... especially dressed like that." His voice has a mischievous tone to it and he smirks. He's close, so close that she presses her back against the brick building in an attempt to keep their bodies from touching.

"Someone might try and take advantage of that hot piece of ass you have..." 

Even though she's scared to death, she wants to point out how ironic his words are, warning her about dangerous sleazebags who whisper sexual innuendoes, when he's doing just that. The man looks like he's between the age of 29 or 30 but definitely not older than 35. He's tall and has a slender frame. Well-defined muscles ripple beneath his lightly bronze-colored skin. He looks strong even though he's not bulky, with thick, bulging biceps. He's clean-shaven and has short brown hair that's styled messy yet spiky and the most striking bright blue eyes she's ever seen. She lowers her gaze to his lips. Despite the cocky grin, they almost look kissable from where she's standing. He's wearing a dark blue shirt, and jeans. The clothing looks sculpted to his body, fitting his frame perfectly. She'd say he's handsome but none of that matters if he's going to hurt her.

"What's your name?"

She doesn't respond. She's too afraid to speak. There's something about him that gives her the creeps. Maybe he'll think she's deaf or something and let her go. Doubtful, but one can hope.

"I said, what's your name? It's impolite not to answer." He looks annoyed, the smirk disappearing.

"Aslynn."

"Aslynn, what are you doing without a chaperone?" An amused smile plays across his kissable lips again as if he knows a secret, but isn't going to share it with her.

"My car has a flat tire and I've been looking for someone who can help, but now I can't even remember where I parked." Aslynn suddenly cringes. She probably shouldn't have told him that she's completely lost, as if she couldn't play the helpless victim role anymore flawlessly.

"Really?" He comments as if interested in her dilemma, and takes a step closer, placing the palm of his hand against the rough surface of the brick wall, his tall frame leaning forward. He's less than an inch away from touching her now and she can smell alcohol on his breath.

"Yes, but I really-really have to go, now. Excuse me." She starts to slip past him when he raises his other hand, stopping her in her tracks. He reaches out and touches her, his knuckles softly running down her cheek.

She tenses, swallowing her panic and searches his face. He looks so calm, almost serene.

She tries turning away, but he grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his piercing blue eyes, and then crushes his lips against hers. Her eyes widen in surprise. When she refuses to open her mouth, he squeezes her breast, making her gasp. He touched her breast! She can't believe that he put his hands on her. He takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue deep into her mouth, passionately swirling it with her. His eyes remain open, watching her reaction as he explores her mouth. She begins to struggle, using her small fists to beat on his firm chest, but he's as solid as a brick wall. She'd have better luck, punching the actual brick wall behind her than his muscular torso.

Whimpering, she digs her nails into his forearms but instead of releasing her, he tightens his grip. She'll have bruises tomorrow. He's been kissing her for an eternity before he suddenly pulls away, his eyes roaming up and down her body. Her lips are raw and tingling and she's panting and sweating as if in a daze. Without warning, her attacker rips open her blouse, sending buttons flying all over the pavement. His rough hands zero in on her succulent, round tits, and he starts to maul them like a madman. She wants to cry out but she's in complete shock, a complete stranger is groping her as if it's second nature. He twists and pinches her nipples through her red bra, groaning as he makes the little buds erect and strain against the sheer material. She starts crying as he violates her. His wet tongue trails from her collarbone all the way up to her ear and he gently nips at it. His hands glide down her lithe body, running across her smooth tummy before closing in on her plump ass. The skirt she's wearing is as thin as tissue paper, and he kneads it in his hands, his thumbs slipping under the hem before jerking her hips closer as he grinds against her. 

Feeling the large bulge in his tight pants jab into her tummy, she sobs even harder. She can't fend him off; she's too tiny and he easily overpowers her.

Before she has time to react, one of his hands sneaks down to her pussy. He roughly grabs it through her short skirt and she cries out in alarm. Cupping it with his large palm, he gives it a firm squeeze. She wiggles and squirms against him, trying to close her legs, but only succeeds at rocking against his hand. His fingers, thrusting against the thin burier, poke the material into her cunt. 

Suddenly Aslynn hears voices. With each passing second, they grow louder. Her attacker must hear them too because once again, he presses his soft lips firmly against hers in an attempt to keep her from screaming out for help, pulling his hand out from under her dress.

"Hey!" a deep voice yells from behind them and a sense of relief overwhelms her. Someone is finally here to save her!

"Airis. What are you doing?" a man yells at her attacker. 

"You left 'The King's Sword' five minutes ago, didn't even finish your shot and now your hooking up with a chick? You're hilarious, man, a real Casanova."

Airis breaks the kiss and turns his head as two of his other men arrive at the scene. They start laughing and Aslynn cries harder. These men are friends of his. They must have come to join the party. 

"What the hell's wrong with her?" the bald guy asks, a puzzled expression on his face.

"He's trying to rape me!" she cries out, her voice sounding shaky and weak. She struggles to straighten her mini skirt as it rides high up her tan thighs and her button up shirt is a hopeless wreck. She clutches it together in one tight fist, trying her best to cover her chest but is unable to keep her red bra from peeking through.

The guys look back and forth between her and Airis and then start laughing even harder. Airis releases her, taking a few steps backward.

"He'd never do anything like that!" baldy replies, trying to suppress his own chuckle.

"A joke... that's all this is to them, one big joke," Aslynn thinks to herself, her face growing pale.

"Listen, you don't have to make up an excuse for being a slut. You guys left the bar to go have sex. No big deal," the other man comments, swaying on his feet.

"It's true! He really did attack me."

Airis doesn't speak; he just glances at her. She can't read his expression.

"She's hot, Airis, but why do you always go for mental cases?"

Pushing herself off the wall, Aslynn runs as fast as she can down the street. She can still hear them taunting and mocking her as she puts as much distance between herself and 'Airis' or whatever the hell his name is. Trembling and sobbing, she finally locates her car parked along a side street. She jumps in, not even caring that the rim of her flat tire is grinding against the pavement as she drives away. 

Aslynn stumbles through the door of her apartment. Her head is pounding like a drum, a result from all the crying. Stripping off the torn shirt along with the rest of her clothing she jumps in the shower, turning the faucet on full blast. The water is scalding hot but she doesn't give a fuck. She wants the smell of him off her, it coats her like a dirty blanket and she scrubs until her skin is pink and she's sweating from the humidity in the small bathroom. She brushes her teeth and rinses her mouth out so many times that she has to open a new tube of toothpaste. Once her teeth are sparkling white she calls Meredith who immediately rushes over to her place. 

"We should call the cops!" Meredith announces as she paces the room, fuming. 

"This is a big city. They won't do anything. Plus, he has three friends to back him up. You should have seen how drunk his buddies were. I'm lucky that they didn't join in. I-I'm just glad I made it home..."

"Want me to stay with you tonight?" Meredith asks giving Aslynn a big hug.

"Yeah. I don't want to be alone..."

The next day, Aslynn remembers that she lost her purse at the 'crime scene' but when they drive back in the morning, they don't find anything.

A couple days pass by, then a week, then a little over a month, the attempted rape is still a stinging, open wound in her mind. But as time passes her attitude over the last month has gradually begun to change. Her feelings of shame, anger, depression, and fear has slowly morphed into getting revenge. Well, maybe not revenge, but she does feel confident enough to confront him. She hopes she is, anyway. Maybe she wants an apology, which is crazy. But she's going crazy the longer she sits doing nothing.

"The King's Sword." That's the bar that baldy mentioned, the one Airis had hung out at earlier in the night. Maybe he's a regular. She feels both nervous and pathetic at the same time. She needs to get a grip, maybe talking to him will give her some peace of mind.

Friday night arrives and Aslynn begs Meredith to go with her to the bar.

"I'm not happy about this. It's not safe," Meredith comments with a frown. "What if he's there? He might attack you again."

"Airis wouldn't dare. You'll be with me, you and your brother, Oliver. I mean Oliver plays music there every Friday night so it can't be that bad."

"I still don't like the idea Aslynn. Just because my brother DJ's there doesn't mean that there aren't date rape creeps lurking around."

"Go with me, please. I can't do this if you don't go," Aslynn says, her voice strained.

"Fine." Meredith sighs, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a sparkly halter top out of her closet.

They pull up to the bar at 10:00pm. The place is packed. Loud music can be heard from down the block and there's a long line outside the door. She wouldn't have guessed that Airis would hang out at a place like this. It's almost high class and he seems more rugged.

Calming her nerves, Aslynn, Meredith, and Oliver enter the club. As she glances around, she realizes it's actually a bar and a club, divided down the middle. Some people are dancing to loud hip hop music in the club area, while the bar seems a bit more lower key. Either way, both areas have customers shouting out drink orders.

"We're gonna grab a couple of beers. Are you ok, standing by the table?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She hopes.

"Be careful!" Meredith yells before disappearing in the sea of people.

It's been five minutes and Aslynn's mind is racing as she sits alone in a small alcove. She needs to move, get the blood flowing through her veins again. She actually feels like a waiting target. Biting her lip, she wades into the crowd. People surround her, laughing, drinking, and dancing. She scans the room, feeling a little claustrophobic. Sometimes it sucks being small. As she glances around, she sees a pretty blonde girl navigating her way through the mob with Airis following close behind. Aslynn tenses, as her gaze locks on his face. He's smiling, actually smiling, that fucking bastard. As Airis makes his way to the bar, he bumps into her as he passes by. 

"Sorry."

"Are you?" Aslynn says in an accusatory tone, loud enough for him to stop and turn around. Seeing his face, and hearing his voice, sets her off. She's pissed.

"Shit." He says in a low voice as his stunning blue eyes register the girl who's speaking to him. He freezes in place but his eyes dart around the room nervously. For once, she has the upper hand. She's caught him off guard and the look of anxiety in his eyes is almost comical. She'd laugh in his face if she wasn't so furious. 

"Yeah, hello again, asshole!" Aslynn glares at him, hatred radiating from her brown eyes.

He gapes at her, stunned and lost for words. He can't believe she found him. 

"We need to talk." Aslynn states. Her voice is hard and unwavering. Turning her back to him, she makes her way through the heavy throng of people, finding an empty booth in the corner.

Airis slowly follows and slides into the seat across from her, not meeting her eyes.

"What the fuck was that? Huh? Do you always attack women and try to rape them?"

He cringes as the word 'rape' escapes her lips.

"Listen, I'm sorry about that night. I know this won't excuse my actions but I was wasted and..." 

"Normal guys pass out when they're drunk. They don't become rapists!"

"I didn't mean to, really! You looked so innocent and frightened, standing all alone. I was going to help you but... I kind of got overwhelmed."

"You're A Fucking Asshole!"

"I know. I'm sorry." He does look like he's been punched in the gut but think of how she feels. He reaches out, placing his warm hand on top of hers as if to console her and she snatches it away, glowering at him. 

"Fuck! I said sorry!" He yells, slamming his fist on the table, making her jump in surprise. "What more do you want?"

"Hey, Airis, there are customers up at the bar and your break was over 15 minutes ago," a gruff-looking man yells from across the room, shaking his head. 

"I have to go." Then without saying another word he walks back to the bar, leaving her feeling just as hollow as when she stepped through the door.

Aslynn doesn't sleep well that night. She thought she would feel better after confronting her rapist. She thought that could forget him and move on, but now he's in her thoughts more than ever. He's invading her dreams. She stays at home mostly, keeping to herself. It's like his memory is haunting her every time she sees a guy, any guy...

"What is wrong with you?" Meredith demands. "You can't live like you're in a monastery. You need to get out more."

"I'm fine," Aslynn replies, her voice shaky.

"I tried to tell you to turn Airis over to the police but you wouldn't. At the very least, let me ask Oliver to get some of his friends together and kick his ass. His friends could do some damage, mess up that pretty face of his," she says with a smirk. 

Aslynn, for some inexplicable reason, doesn't like that idea. She should jump at it, but even though Airis is a bastard, she doesn't like the idea of him getting hurt. "No, don't do that. I just... I want to haunt him, like the way he's haunting me!" She throws her hands in the air, completely frustrated by the whole situation.

She's pacing around the room when she has an idea... If she put Airis on edge the first time he saw her, what would he do the second time?

Friday night, Aslynn walks into the club. She takes a deep breath, confidence blooming inside her body, filling her up. Releasing it slowly, she heads straight to the bar.

Seeing Airis mixing drinks at one end of the counter, she makes her way to the front of the line and then leans forward.

"A long island," Aslynn calls out, her voice steady, trying to remain calm.

Airis looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Fuckin, hell." He sighs heavily. As he makes her drink, the ease of his hands falter and he spills some of it on the countertop. Her presence unnerves him and he's having difficulty concentrating on his job. He clenches his jaw in frustration. Finally finishing the cocktail and without making eye contact, he pushes it towards her and takes her money.

"You didn't roofie this drink, did you?" she taunts him, watching as a scowl appears on his face. 

He growls in response. "I don't need roofies for you."

Asylnn glares at him. She can't believe he said that, a blunt reminder of what he had done. "No, you just need to be drunk out of your mind. Ever heard of Alcoholics Anonymous?"

"Ever heard of Sexual Assault Victim's Support Group?" He remarks, struggling to control his temper.

Asylnn is boiling now. She takes the long island tea and throws it in his face before slamming the glass down. A few fellow patrons look at them, some even snicker. Airis curses under his breath, wiping his face off with his rag, as she storms off.

Even though she is fuming, Asylnn actually feels a little bit better. Maybe this is therapeutic in some way. She gets to confront her attacker in a room full of people, while he's unable to do anything to hurt or stop her.


Aslynn and Airis: Sequel



(A huge thanks to all of my friends and Literotica Editors who helped me with this story! For those of you who enjoyed reading the first story, I hope you like the sequel!!) 

*

It'd been four months. Four fucking long months since Airis had seen Aslynn. Ever since the incident in the alley, she hasn't been back to The King's Sword. He shouldn't be surprised. It was foolish of him to think she'd return after he'd brutally raped her.

Technically, he hadn't popped her cherry, but he had been the first man to fuck her little pussy and break in her tight rosebud. He'd always fantasized about taking a woman's forbidden hole and he'd wanted to claim hers since the first time he saw her. It'd felt like heaven. Buried in her velvety depths had felt sinfully good. Even more perversely, her cries of pain only fueled his hunger. She'd fought desperately to get away, but in the end, she'd managed to help drive his steel rod deeper into her puckered hole. He'd fucked her with powerful, relentless thrusts, reveling in her warmth as he sought for release. It'd been intense. He'd never been so aggressive with a woman before and his engorged cock, unbridled rage and primal lust had been to blame.

Seeing her with Landen that night at the bar had clawed at his insides. She hadn't glanced in his direction once, but he was positive she'd only brought the douche bag there to fuck with him. When he'd left the club, his temper was still boiling. It had been building all night. He still couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to leave with that guy. When he'd rounded the corner and saw Landen attacking Aslynn in his car, a wild beast that he hadn't known existed broke free. There was no way in hell he'd stand by and watch her get raped. Ironic, considering a few moments later he'd ripped into her body, greedily taking her any way he'd desired.

Those first few nights after she'd disappeared had been nerve-wracking. At any moment, he expected men in blue uniforms to cuff him and haul his ass off to jail. He had committed a crime, but each night passed without incident. He was completely baffled. Why hadn't she turned him in? The evidence was dripping out of her freshly-fucked asshole. She could have ruined his life. She still had the power to.

He's surprised she's still etched in his mind. Somehow she's managed to creep under his skin. Not only is the sex incredible but even her personality turns him on. She harnesses the perfect blend of feistiness and innocence, and she can hold her own when she needs to. He's never met anyone like her, and she could be lying dead in a gutter for all he knows. The thought buzzes around in his head like a fly on steroids and there's nothing he can do to kill it.

He has no clue where she lives. Oliver has a case of amnesia whenever Airis mentions her name, and he has a better chance of winning the lottery than figuring out her damn phone number. What would he even say to her? 'Hi, sorry I raped you, but can I see you again?'

"Airis! Quit daydreaming and finish stocking the beer! We open in five minutes!"

He snapped back to reality as his buddy, Frank, yells at him from across the bar. He glances down. He's been so lost in thought that he's been wiping the same spot on the countertop for at last 10 minutes. He needs to get a grip.

Since it's Friday night, the club is quickly filling up with thirsty customers. They're like a pack of wild dogs, barking at him to serve them alcohol. Airis sighs as he goes through the motions... Take the order, pour the drink, collect the cash. He does this over and over, but tonight is different. Those three simple tasks are more complicated to complete than solving a rubix cube.

He slams the cabinet door shut and chucks another broken shot glass into the trash. He's spilled at least half a dozen bottles of beers and keeps mixing the wrong brands of liquor into a handful of cocktails. A Bloody Mary infused with whiskey and gin tastes about as good as spoiled milk soaking in the hot sun.

"Airis! What the fuck is wrong with you? Do your damn job!" his boss, Andrew, shouts over the blaring music and rowdy crowd.

"Sorry," he huffs, running a hand through his hair. He can't help it. His concentration is shot, all because of Aslynn. Every night, he keeps an eye out for her, hoping she'll show up at the bar. It's become a terrible habit that he can't seem to break.

Rinsing out a dirty glass, the rhythmic sound of heels approach the bar. Shit. He tries to turn away but he's not fast enough.

"Mmm, Airis! You look delicious!" Stacy, one of his customer's purrs as she saunters up to the counter. A potent cloud of perfume fills the air and Airis has to hold his breath to keep from drowning in the stench. What'd she do, douse her whole body with the overpowering spray? Before he'd met Aslynn, he'd had a two week fling with Stacy. He doesn't know what saw in the girl. The sex had been pitiful. Plus, everything about her is fake. Her voice, her tits, her blonde hair and even her knockoff Coach purse.

She eyes him up and down, studying him through narrowed eyes. "Although, you have looked a bit disheveled these past few weeks."

Airis runs his hand down his face, feeling a scruffy bit of stubble along his jaw line. It's been days since he's shaved. He hadn't even noticed until now. Glancing in the rectangle mirror that lines the bar behind the counter, he's taken off guard by his appearance. His dark brown hair is messier than usual, he has dark circles underneath his eyes and his clothes are wrinkled and worn.

"Don't worry, baby, I like the rugged look. Very masculine," She comments in a sultry voice, hopping onto a bar stool. She licks her lips before innocently reaching forward, picking at the sleeve of his T-shirt. "You have such a great body, baby. It looks even better naked."

Airis rolls his eyes.

"God! Why are you acting this way? You used to be happy to see me. You used to sweet talk any girl who walked through the door. Now it's like you've switched teams or something."

He ignores her remark and mixes her drink.

Just as he starts passing Stacy her usual 'Sex On The Beach' he catches a glimpse of Aslynn. His blue eyes widen in surprise. He's so distracted that he knocks over the girl's drink, spilling the pink-colored cocktail all over her white miniskirt.

"Shit. Here are some napkins." He mumbles, shoving a few in her face before abandoning his place behind the counter. He can hear his boss cursing at him in the background but he disappears into the dense crowd.

Airis scans the room. Was it really her or has he officially lost his mind? Compelled to find her, he pushes past an unruly group of party-goers, coming to a halt when he sees her sitting by the dance floor. She's all alone. Perfect.

His eyes feast on the woman before him. She even more beautiful than he remembers and his cock springs to life at the mere sight of her. She has a bright smile on her face and she looks happy. Her long, raven-colored hair is woven into a loose braid and draped over her bare shoulder.

She's wearing a revealing black lace dress that clings to her curves like a second skin and flows freely at the hem. As she crosses her tan legs and leans forward, her tits strain against the thin material of her top. They look like they're going to spill out over the neckline. Squinting against the flashing strobe light, he can see her little nipples poke against the sheer fabric. God. He remembers just how soft her breasts felt in his hands and how stiff he could make her nipples with just one flick his thumb. One caress always solicited a startled gasp or an involuntary moan.

"Aslynn."

She stirs her drink, blatantly ignoring him.

Huh, he thought to himself, he used to intimidate her. He thought she'd be terrified to see him. Instead, she seems completely unaffected by his presence.

"Aslynn..."

"What do you want, Airis?" she asks. Her voice is cold as she snaps her head around. Her dark brown eyes burn into his like smoldering black coals. They are filled with disdain.

"The night in the alley--"

"Meant nothing. So fuck off," she replies, dismissing him with a scowl on her face.

Before he can respond, a man with slicked back blonde hair approaches the booth and takes a seat beside Aslynn. He looks like a high-class jackass. He'd probably faint if he got a speck of dust on his pristine Armani suit. God forbid, his tie is crooked. Wait. Is he wearing a pocket protector?

"Hey, sweetie pie. Who's your friend?" the stranger asks, flashing Airis an award-winning smile.

"He's not a friend. He's an arrogant, manipulative, self absorbed, asshole," Aslynn replies, lifting one finger after another as she counts off his un-charming characteristics. "He thinks he's god's gift to women, but he's really a repulsive demon in disguise," Aslynn adds condescendingly, challenging him to contradict her. "A cold-blooded predator, masquerading as a decent human being."

Ouch. Airis is actually offended by her little tirade. She could have at least thrown in devilishly good-looking. He wonders how long she's been rehearsing that speech.

"I'd order a drink from you, Airis, but odds are you'll drug me."

It takes all his will-power to keep his expression neutral. He glances at her date who must be brain dead if he can't detect the loathing in her voice or see the look of hatred in her eyes. Airis is getting the message loud and clear.

"By the way, this is my boyfriend, Justin," she boasts, placing her hand on his knee. For a brief moment her smile falters but she quickly recovers.

Airis is stunned. This dickhead is actually her boyfriend? He watches as Justin kisses her luscious-looking lips. Airis has to count to 10 to keep from beating the shit out of the guy. This jerk is all wrong for her. God, he thought to himself, she has the worst taste in men.

"Excuse me. I have to use the ladies room," she comments, grabbing her purse.

As she stands, Airis moves closer. He can feel heat radiating off of her body. It's thick, tangible and full of tension. She tilts her head, her pretty brown eyes boring into his stunning blue irises before she starts to pass by. She's unable to sneak between him and the table without touching some part of his incredibly muscular body. Her large breasts and slightly protruding nipples drag along his solid chest and an electrical current shoots through her body, stirring her arousal against her will.

The sensation makes her stumble, and he grabs her waist, quickly holding her upright. With her locked in his arms, he takes the opportunity to firmly squeeze her plump ass.

Aslynn jerks to a stop like she has whiplash and he smirks. Moving one hand away from her cute butt, he slides it around her hip bone, before boldly cupping her little cunt. He thrusts his fingers upwards into her sex, through the thin fabric of her dress and strokes her slit. Grinding the heel of his palm against her sensitive clit, he wonders if she's as wet as he is hard. Unable to control himself, he tries to slip his hand under the hem of her short skirt.

Aslynn gasps, her eyes growing wide. She clutches his wrist in a death grip, digging her nails into his flesh until he finally drops his hand. "Fucking asshole," she growls lowly before shoving him away and storming off to the bathroom.

Even though he got to touch her supple body, he's in a terrible mood the rest of the night. His face is permanently set in a scowl as he watches Aslynn cuddle and kiss her boyfriend as if nothing happened between them.

A stabbing pain shoots through Airis' hand and he looks down. "Ow! Fuck!" A chunk of glass is sticking out of the palm of his hand and blood is dripping from the wound. He didn't realize he'd been gripping an empty wine glass until it shattered. Suddenly, instead of wanting her back, he wants her to get the hell out. She's nothing but a pain in the ass.

At the end of the night while counting the till, the bouncer approaches him, handing him a note. "Hey, dude. Some fine ass girl asked me to give this to you." He grabs his crotch giving it a squeeze.

Airis sighs, and then opens the letter. It's from Aslynn.

"I need to talk to you, in person... But only if you can keep fucking your hands to yourself. Here's a number that you can reach me at."

Airis growls, and crushes the piece of paper in his fist. He hates being mocked. He tells himself that he's not going to call her, but his fingers move of their own accord and the next thing he knows, the phone is ringing in his ear.

"Aslynn? It's Airis."

"If you want to meet, there's a bar on the corner of Pike Ave. and Oak. Be there in an hour," she said in a clipped tone before abruptly hanging up.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Airis grumbles to himself, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

He drives home and takes a quick shower. He shaves his face and fixes his hair. After putting on a clean pair of jeans and a black button-up shirt, he adds a dab of cologne and puts on a black tie.

The bar is actually, a couple of blocks away from his house and when he walks in, he sees Aslynn sitting in the back of the room. She looks peaceful, but that won't last for long.

Taking the seat across from her, he rubs his clean-shaven face and adjusts his tie. She eyes him suspiciously as he nervously tugs on the garment as if he's never worn one in his life. Neither of them speak for several minutes and he's relieved when the waitress shows up and breaks the awkward silence.

"Hi, folks! What can I get you to drink?"

"I'll take a Heineken..." Airis replies.

"Water, please." Aslynn adds before the woman walks away.

Airis' eyes roam over Aslynn's lithe form. He imagines her naked, moaning and writhing beneath him but then clenches his fists as a vivid image of her having sex with her boyfriend flashes across his mind. Have they fucked? The thought pisses him off.

"So, where's your knight in shining armor?" Airis taunts, his tone loaded with sarcasm. "You realize that you're dating another fucking loser, right?"

"Oh, right, and you're a better choice? You're great boyfriend material! 'Single girl seeks handsome, charming, rapist,'" she snaps, immediately firing back. She should have known this would happen.

"Wow. You're being overdramatic. I never said I wanted to be with you. I just wanted to fuck you. You're just another woman, with major mental issues."

"Me!? You're the one who attacked me! Twice! You're the one who needs psychiatric help! And for the record, I don't want to be with you either! I've been gone for months!"

"Yes, and now you're back to torment me. Again!" Why is she so fucking irritating? This is the first conversation they've had in months and in less than five minutes they're out for blood. All they do is fight. Or fuck. Or do both, at the same time.

"Have you fucked Justin?" he growls, slamming his fist on the table.

"Are you kidding me?! You really think I'm going to answer that question? You're such a conceited prick!" She's screaming and glowering at him as though she'd like nothing more than to stab him in the heart with a butcher's knife. As it is, her words are already cutting through him.

As their argument escalates, every person in the bar has turned to watch the scene. Some are snickering while others sit with their mouths' gaping open in shock.

"Oh, and what was that shit you pulled earlier tonight? You have no right to touch me!"

"Will you fucking lower your voice!" he yells, his own voice booming over hers. He has the urge to jump over the table and clamp his hand over her mouth just to shut her up. Then again, he also has the urge to fuck her right then and there until she screams his name. The idea makes his cock twitch and he sits back in the booth, taking a deep, calming breath.

"Okay, here we go, one Heineken and one ice water," the waitress announces as she returns, setting down their drinks. She gives Airis a flirty smile and a quick wink.

"Anything else?" she asks, her eyes still fixated on Airis.

"No!" Aslynn snaps, surprising both Airis and the waitress.

Suddenly his phone rings.

"Damn. Hold on... Oliver? Why are you calling me? Ah, fuck, really? Wait, I can't hear you." He places his hand over the mouthpiece and leans towards her. "I gotta take this."

Aslynn impatiently taps her nails against the table before nodding her head.

After 10 minutes he finally returns, giving her an apologetic smile. He shouldn't have antagonized her.

"So, uh, why did you want to meet up?" He takes a drink of his beer, his eyes roaming over her face. Now that his anger has evaporated, nervousness has filled the void.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm not going to press charges... I should after your little outburst, but I'm not going to."

"Really?" He's truly surprised. "I've been waiting for the cops to arrest me..." He takes another swig of his beer and meets her big brown eyes.

"Listen. I shouldn't have raped you. Especially after you told me that you were a virgin." Airis frowns, leaning back in his chair. "Actually, there's a list of things I shouldn't have done."

"Like deserting me in an alley in the middle of the night? You left me half naked with cum leaking out of my ass!"

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that." It wasn't his finest moment and he feels guilty.

"You're the biggest asshole that I've ever met, but you know what? It's okay because I'm here to take my revenge."

He takes another swig of his beer and looks at her questioningly. He rubs his forehead. He's suddenly starting to feel dizzy and his vision is growing blurry. "What did you do?"

He watches as a mischievous grin lights up her face. "Did-did you fucking drug me!?"

Grabbing his beer bottle, she gives it a little shake. He downed the whole thing.

"You fucking lit-little..." His words trail off as he starts to pass out. He glares at her, just before losing consciousness.

Airis groans. He doesn't know how long he's been out but his head is pounding and he feels groggy. He's disoriented, but as he slowly comes to his senses, he can hear people talking, but it's as if he's submerged underwater and the words are muffled and incoherent.

"What are you going to do to him?"

"Nothing, Oliver. I'm just going to talk to him."

"Talk? You could have talked to him at the bar. I just don't understand why you wanted me to help you drug him and drive him back to his house. I just work with the guy, but didn't he attack you?"

"No. I'm fine."

"If you say, so, Aslynn... I'm not even going to ask why you took off half his clothes, if you just going to 'talk' to him."

"Good. Don't ask. Bye, Oliver."

Airis hears a door close and tries to open his eyes. He's blinded by a harsh, bright light. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and when they do, he realizes that he's in his bedroom. He blinks a few times, realizing he's lying on his bed. He tries to sit up but can't move his arms or legs. What the hell? He glances down and sees his ankles are tied to the bedposts with coarse rope, and his wrists are bound to the headboard.

"Hello, Airis," Aslynn says, speaking loudly enough to pull him out of his haze.

"What the fuck? Untie me right now!" he snarls, flexing his muscles as he tests the knots, trying to break free. As he struggles, he's shocked to discover that he's been stripped of all his clothing. Well, except his T-shirt and blue boxer shorts.

"You drugged me! You better pray to god I don't get free because when I do, you're dead. Do you understand?" He's being held hostage in his own home!

Aslynn giggles, clearly amused by the tragic predicament he's in. "Oh, Airis." She looks at him, shaking her head in mock sympathy. "Make all the threats you want. It won't change anything."

"How the fuck did I get here? How did this happen?" He doesn't remember anything.




Aslynn and Airis: Sequel



"Oliver helped me. He was at the bar, too. He called you from inside the bathroom, and while you were distracted, I slipped the powder into your beer. The moment you passed out, I paid the bill and kept the waitress sidetracked while he hauled you out the back door and into his car. Oh, by the way, we had to break a window to unlock the door."

Airis watches a sly smile cross her lips before her eyes slowly roam over every inch of his body. He isn't sure if it's because she finds him attractive or because she's devising all the ways she's going to torture him.

Humming softly, she strolls over to his nightstand and picks up a menacing-looking knife. Holding the handle securely in one hand, she touches the sharp tip with the other.

"We are going to have so much fun."

Oh, god. She's gone crazy. He's really starting to regret raping her.

Aslynn sits down beside him on the bed and brushes the blade along his cheek. He flinches instinctively, sucking in a ragged breath.

"Careful, Airis. I'd hate to mark your handsome face." She's being cocky, toying with him.

He grits his teeth, assessing the situation. Would she really cut him? He knows she harbors an unhealthy dose of hatred towards him. Hopefully, she's not bitter enough to slice below the belt.

Aslynn straddles his hips. She's wearing a dark blue tank top and skin tight black jeans. She makes sure to roughly grind her crotch against the thin fabric of his shorts. The movement is like a shockwave to his dick and it instantly begins to stiffen against his will. He glares up at her with burning blue eyes, his temper flaring as she places the gleaming knife against his throat.

"I never knew how exhilarating it is to have complete control over someone. I can see why you enjoyed raping me."

"Let. Me. Go." His voice is firm and demanding as if he holds sway on the matter.

Aslynn slowly drags the sharp blade from his neck, down his chest, and slips it underneath the bottom edge of his shirt. As the cold steel touches his skin, he shivers, goose bumps speckling his arms. He sucks in a deep breath, feeling it expand his lungs until they burn. His stomach is tied in knots, tighter than the bindings around his wrists.

Gripping the razor-sharp blade against the soft material, she slices it in two, cutting a line straight up the center. She cuts through the sleeves and tosses the shredded shirt on the ground.

Pleased with her handy work, she sets the knife down. Her small hands roam over his bare chest. The muscles ripple under his lightly bronzed skin as she touches his warm flesh. She can't help but admire his body.

Suddenly, without warning she pinches his nipples. Hard. She grips them between her fingertips and cruelly tugs and twists on the sensitive tips until they're erect and turning a deep shade of red. Her dark hair brushes across his stomach as she leans over him.

"How does that feel, baby? It doesn't hurt, does it?" she whispers, taunting him with a sly smile on her face.

Aslynn clamps her teeth around his aching nipples, sucking and licking at his flesh. Irritated that he's not crying out, she releases his nipples and rakes her sharp nails down his chest, his firm abs tensing beneath his skin.

Holy fuck... Airis refuses to beg for mercy, and it takes all his willpower not to struggle against the ropes. Those damn teeth of hers are going to be the death of him. Just when he's about to break, she stops. Thank god. His nipples are stinging like a motherfucker, and long, red claw marks line his flesh from his shoulders to the edge of his boxers.

"I'm going to torture you all night long. I will humiliate you and draw blood if need be."

"Damn it, bitch! Get off of me!" The words fly out of his mouth before he can catch them and he curses as her eyes fill with anger.

Aslynn growls, whipping back her hand before solidly slapping him across the face. The sound echoes throughout the room and she watches in awe as his cheek turns crimson.

Leaning down, she bites his neck, sending a jolt of pain through his body. She moves her mouth to his shoulder, swiping her wet tongue across the skin before branding him again.

The thought of submitting to her makes his blood boil. He's not her fucktoy. She's his little slut, not the other way around. Any other man might cum in their pants to be a beautiful woman's sex slave, but not him. He doesn't find this situation appealing at all.

Without pause, she grabs his chin, firmly holding his head in place. Locking her lips onto his, she thrusts her wet tongue deep into his mouth. The kiss is savage and demanding, similar to the one in the alley. The only difference is she's in charge.

She kisses him until he's gasping for air around her parted lips. She rocks her hips forward, roughly pressing and dragging her crotch along the length of his hardening cock. She works her pink tongue against his, claiming his mouth before nibbling his bottom lip. She sucks it back into her mouth, running her soft tongue along his flesh before finally pulling away.

"Fuck, Aslynn. You've proven your point."

His dick is rock solid and he wants to strangle her for turning him on. She stares at him with a cocky grin on her face. Shimming down his body, she settles between his legs. Brandishing the knife, she slides it underneath the elastic band of his boxer shorts. The sharp weapon is only an inch away from his most prized possession.

"Wait, Aslynn. Please, stop." He doesn't like the desperation in his voice or having to beg for mercy but his cock is in danger. Ever so slowly, she lifts the edge of the razor-sharp knife upward, until the material grows taut and cuts through his shorts like a thin blade of grass.

Yanking his ruined shorts out from under his ass, she throws them on the floor, next to his shirt. As the cool air brushes across his exposed cock, it pulses and bobs between his thighs. It's standing at attention and ready to fill a tight hole.

This is the first time she's seen him completely naked and she blushes as she drinks in the sight. He looks incredibly sexy. She's stunned that he attacked her when any woman at the bar would die to go out with him. She can't help but be flattered.

Her eyes drift back down to his cock, and she examines and appraises every inch of it. He's shaved off his pubic hair and his hard dick looks bigger than she remembers. The mushroom head is silky and soft, and the shaft is nice and smooth.

It's impressive. It's surprisingly long and so thick that she can't wrap her fingers around it. No wonder her little pussy and asshole ached for days after he'd viciously raped her.

Lightly touching the tip with her finger, she feels a drop of pre-cum leak from the small slit. The fluid is warm and she gently spreads it over the bulbous head, rubbing it into his skin.

"Shit. Stop already." He's panting heavily and his eyes are hooded with lust.

Curling her fingers around his thick shaft, she strokes its length, feeling it throb and twitch in her palm. She gives it a soft squeeze knowing that he's turned on, even if he won't admit it.

Leaning down, she kisses the smooth head of his cock, her soft lips pressed to the tiny slit. She feels him jerk in response. Flattening her wet tongue, she gives it a lick like a lollipop before closing her pouty lips around the fat crown and taking it into her warm mouth. She swirls and twirls her tongue around his shaft but only swallows half its length.

She refuses to choke and gag for him. Never again. He'll just have to appreciate the small amount of pleasure that she's giving him. It's a gift that he doesn't deserve. She slides her tongue along the underside of his smooth, steel pole, and then sucks on the head, milking it with her pretty, pouty lips.

Airis can't suppress a deep groan of pleasure. He's starting to enjoy the sensual blowjob, and he's on the brink of cumming when she draws her mouth and hands away from his quivering member.

"Fuck... Keep sucking. I need your mouth on me. I need to cum. Suck me."

Aslynn grins. She's been waiting for him to beg for release and now that he's surrendered, she reaches behind her and cruelly grabs his balls. She tightens her grip until she's crushing them in her small hand.

"OWW!! WHAT THE FUCK?!" His whole body bolts upright, tugging against the ropes.

"You shouldn't have raped me, Airis. You have no idea how degrading it is to lose your virginity to a stranger in a filthy alleyway." Her voice is firm and devoid of all emotions.

She gives his sack a cruel tug and a vicious twist. She waited until his balls were nice and tight, until he was on the brink of shooting his load, before coiling her hand around his heavy sack. She deeply presses her fingertips into his flesh, listening to him curse and groan in pain.

"GOD DAMN IT! LET GO! FUCKING LET GO! STOP! FUCK, ASLYNN! STOP!!!"

He's never felt such excruciating pain before in his life. His balls are so sensitive and tender that he feels like he's going to pass out. Violently thrashing and kicking on the bed, his tendons flex and tense as he jerks against the ropes.

Using god-like strength and struggling on the bed like a wild man, he's astonished as the ropes begin to unravel and snap. Rage fueling his plait, he continues to savagely tug against the bindings until suddenly, the headboard breaks, finally freeing his hands.

Like a striking cobra, he seizes her small wrist and bends it backwards until she yelps in pain. As she's forced to release his aching balls, he sucks in a deep breath of relief.

Before she can escape, he curls his hand around her neck, roughly shoving her off him and flipping her onto her stomach, pressing her face into the pillow. He unfastens his ankles with his other hand, then quickly straddles the back of her thighs.

"You're gonna pay for that!" he growls, snapping his teeth. Jolts of pain continue to coarse through his body, shocking his senses. His blue eyes are blazing with fire.

Without warning, he strikes her ass with the palm of his hand. She flinches beneath him, instantaneously crying out in shock and pain. Clenching her butt cheeks does little to take away the sting or prepare for the next cruel blow.

Her butt jiggles and she grips the bed sheets, as he delivers slap after brutal slap to her little upturned ass. Each one more powerful and painful than the last. Soon her little cheeks are glowing bright red, and stinging as if pricked with a thousand sharp needles. She struggles beneath him as he punishes her.

"I had no intention of hurting you, but you've dug your own grave. You need a good spanking for the shit you just pulled," he snarls like a wild beast as another harsh smack lands on her rear-end. The sound echoes throughout the room like a crack of a whip.

"Such a naughty little slut!"

"OWW! STOP! IT STINGS! OWWWW!"

He strikes her one final time before sitting up, flipping her onto her back and reclaiming his seat.

"Who's in charge now, bitch?"

Aslynn whimpers.

Airis cruelly grabs the neckline of her tank top and tears it downwards until the thin straps rip and the material bunches around her tummy. Curling his fingers around the clasp between her bra, he jerks it upwards until her back is painfully arched off the bed. He yanks on the garment even harder until it snaps in two. Her plump breasts bouncing and swaying as they spill out of the large cups. She thrashes beneath him, fighting to escape. He viciously backhands her across the face.

"Such a bad little girl with such a hot piece of ass."

Airis crawls higher up the length of her petite, delicate body. He straddles her chest and pins her arms down with his knees. With one hand gripping the broken headboard, he uses the other to grab her hair, keeping her head pressed down into the pillow. Leaning forward, he taps his sore balls against her nose.

"Kiss them better." His tone is rough and commanding, but she refuses to comply, trying to twist away. He brushes them back and forth across her plump lips before sitting back and smacking her in the face with his pulsing cock.

"Open your fucking mouth, slut."

When she glares up at him defiantly, he pinches her nose closed. It only takes a few moments for her luscious lips to pop open, and when they do, he slams the entire length his thick meat along her tongue and down her throat. She instantly chokes and gags, withering on the bed, desperate to sit up. His vicious thrusts are relentless, punishing her for nearly making him sterile.

He rams his cock deeper into her convulsing throat, feeling her tongue ripple along the underside of his smooth dick like a rolling wave, Fuck, it feels amazing. She's gotten better at sucking dick, way better. He continues to force his steel hard rod in and out of her wet mouth, groaning in pain and pleasure as his balls slap against her chin.

"Devour my meat, slut. Suck every inch. You're such a good little cocksucker."

He's filled with lust as he rapes her sweet little mouth. He knows he's suffocating her, but he's aching for release. The feeling almost surpasses the physical pain. Her throat convulses around his shaft, and he knows he's on the verge of cumming.

"You love my throbbing cock. It belongs in your mouth."

He closes his eyes, rocking his hips forward as the bed creaks and rocks beneath them. His balls are soaked with her saliva, and he swears she's clamped her pretty lips tighter around his solid shaft of her own accord. Moaning in pleasure, he drives his slippery member deeper into her throat.

He grabs the back of her head, lifting it up off the pillow and bending her towards him until she's straining her neck in a painful position. Rooted in her throat, he thrusts into her mouth a few more times before shuddering in pleasure and shooting his creamy load.

The majority of his cum shoots straight down her throat. He feels her gag and choke and eases up a bit, making it easier for her to swallow the rest of his seed. Fuck, he thought to himself, that felt good... Collapsing on the bed beside her, his words are broken and his voice is hoarse.

"I hope you-you learned your les-lesson." His cock still pulsing as he comes down from his high.

Aslynn gingerly sits up, choking and spitting a wad of his sticky seed on the bed. Her puffy lips are coated with his white cum and it looks erotic as it drips down her honey-colored chin.

"How could you do that to me!?" Her eyes are watering from having a huge cock shoved down her throat, and she's panting heavily, trying to regain her breath. She wipes her mouth, her eyes simmering with fury.

"Hey. You started it, babe. You drugged me, teased me, and crushed my balls, which by the way still fucking hurt."

Even though he didn't physically hurt her, at least not as bad as in the alley, he still degraded her and used her for his own pleasure. A smirk crosses his face, and she wants to smack him.

"I gotta say, that blowjob was unbelievable. Have you been practicing?"

"Fuck you."

"I meant that as a compliment." He chuckles, propping his head up on one hand.

Aslynn scowls at him.

"I hate you. I hate you so much, Airis. All you do is take whatever you want. I'm not your fucktoy."

She starts to climb off the bed when he wraps one of his long, muscular arms her around her waist, pulling her back to him. Now that he's shot his load and his cock is no longer in control, he's starting to regain his senses.

"Aw, you don't mean that." He can tell she's just pouting.

"Yes, I do. Raping women must be the only way you get off, and I don't want to participate."

"Are you sure? Because you came looking for me. Twice," he said with a sly grin.

Before she can reply, he lays her out on the bed, then leans down and kisses her. Instinctively, she flinches, waiting for the rough, demanding assault of his tongue, but it doesn't come. She starts to shove him away, and he tightens his hold, yet keeps his kisses soft and light.

He doesn't force his tongue down her throat. He just places his lips to hers before lightly kissing her bruised cheek, jawline, and down the length of her delicate throat. His lips brush along her bare shoulder and down her collarbone but don't travel any farther.

Now would be the perfect time to knee him in his injured balls, she tells herself, but he's starting to turn her on. She doesn't know how long he's been moving his lips against hers, but she's beginning to enjoy it. He's acting like a completely different person, and she has to keep reminding herself how much she despises him.

It's a difficult task. Her thoughts and feelings are waging war, yanking her in different directions. Her feelings, however un-logical they may be, prevail. Her eyelids flutter open and she blushes as his bright blue eyes stare down at her, gauging her reaction.

Airis crawls on top of her, feeling her respond to his kiss. Her body relaxes and he can tell that she's trying to suppress a moan. Grinning to himself, he lifts his lips from hers before the kiss deepens. He wants to tease her. His lips glide down her delicate throat, and he kisses her collarbone before working his way down to her breasts. She hasn't kneed him in the balls yet, so he takes that as a good sign. Cupping one of her succulent tits, he brings her nipple to his mouth.

His lips brush across it, and he flicks the blossoming bud with the tip of his tongue. Closing his soft lips over each one, he softly sucks on her tasty buds until they're swollen and erect. He scrapes his teeth against her taunt nipples, playfully nipping and licking them until they glisten from his wet lick. He hears her sigh and pulls away.

"I'm turning you on, aren't I?"

When she turns red, he trails kisses down her ribcage and toned tummy before reaching the edge of her jeans. He kneels between her legs and bends her knee. Unzipping one of her boots, he yanks it off, and then removes the other. He runs his palms up her thighs and unbuttons her jeans. Hooking his fingers into the hem, he slowly inches them down.

"Lift your ass."

Aslynn hesitates, biting her lower lip.

"Do it."

"No."

"I want to taste you."

His words are husky as he glances down. He can see the top of her cute, lace black panties. He could strip off the rest of her clothing in seconds but he doesn't move.

"You won't let me lick your pussy?"

He's asking for her permission? Confused, she lays there looking up at him for several minutes.

"Okay... but don't fucking hurt me. I'm serious. I'm still tempted to chop off your dick."

Airis smirks as she raises her cute ass, and he pulls her pants and panties down her shapely, legs. Completely naked, he drinks in the sight, memorizing every curve and flat plain. He's pleasantly surprised to find her little pussy bathed in a small amount of her juices.

"Did teasing me and sucking my dick make you wet? Please tell me it wasn't from strangling my balls."

"Shut up." Her words are crisp, but her body is shaking, and her cheeks are flushed.

"Don't be scared. I'm gonna make you feel good."

Her muscles are still tense, so he wraps his one hand around each of her calves and massages them gently. Working his way up to her legs, his thumbs graze along her inner thighs and he hears her whimper as he draws closer to her sex. He can tell she's never had a man go down on her before. It's written all over her face. Another first, under his belt.

"Relax, baby."

Lying down between her legs, he gently parts her thighs, until she's spread wide open. His mouth waters as he gazes at her pussy with hungry eyes. Her mound is shaved bald and her wet lips still cling together, hiding her pink hole. Her little clit pokes out from under its hood, and he can't wait to closes his lips around the nub and flick it with his tongue. That should earn him a moan.

Leaning down he inhales her intoxicating scent. She smells sweet yet musky as he presses his lips to her soft, bare pussy giving it a kiss. Slipping out his tongue, he delivers a long sensual lick along the length of her slit, parting her petals. He sweeps his tongue up and down her tight hole before dragging it all the way up to her clit.




Aslynn and Airis: Sequel



Locking his lips over her pearl, he greedily sucks on it. He hears her moan and repeatedly lashes it with the tip of his tongue until she's squirming on the bed.

"Oh... Oh god, Airis. Please don't stop. More." She grabs his hair in her fist and begins to buck against his face.

She tastes exquisite, and bringing her pleasure is hardening his cock into a massive steel pole. Keeping his mouth locked on her little clit, he forces one of his fingers into her tight pussy, her juices pouring out of her hole as he thrusts it into her.

"Fuck, your pussy is still as tight as I remember. You've been saving yourself for me."

"Oh, my god, I'm so wet. Oh, fuck, that feels amazing!" she says breathlessly, closing her pretty brown eyes. She's never felt anything like this before. Her whole body is buzzing.

Adding another finger, he strokes her g-spot as he stretches her open. He's rewarded with another taste of her juices as they drip like honey onto his tongue. She locks her legs around his head and lifts her ass to meet his probing fingers and wet mouth. Rocking her hips against his open mouth, he continues to assault her little pussy with rapid flicks of his wet tongue. She's moaning and whimpering as he nips the sensitive clit.

"Fuck, your pussy is so nice and juicy."

Airis flickers and flutters his tongue against her nub before clamping his lips around it and sucking hard. He feels her thighs lock tighter around his head, and her whole body grows tense. Airis shoves his fingers into her cunt as deeply as possible. It triggers her orgasm, and she withers on the bed, her cunt muscles gripping and milking his fingers as she cums. Her sweet juices drench his fingers, and after a few moments, she untangles her legs from around his head and lies back on the pillow. Her eyes are glazed over and she's panting heavily.

"How'd I do?" He smirks, licking his fingers clean.

"Oh, my god. That was unbelievable. Oh god. Oh.. so good!"

"See, I'm not always a selfish bastard."

She's actually smiling and her body spasming as she comes down from her high.

Airis sits up, drinking in her sexy, disheveled look. "I'm going to fuck your cute little ass."

"What? No way! No fucking way!" she cries out, her eyes wide with horror. She sits up on the bed and grabs the sheet, covering her naked body. She's either suddenly modest or she thinks that thin sheet will keep his hungry wolf at bay.

Which it does. Damn... He expected to react this way but it was worth a shot. God, he thought again, she looks good sprawled out on his bed, flushed and panting. Airis tears his eyes away from her. If he doesn't get up now, he might just take her rosebud against her will, and he doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to hurt her, not anymore.

Grumbling and cursing, he climbs off the bed and searches for his shirt and boxers before remembering she cut them up. Grabbing his jeans off the floor, he steps into them, being careful not to nick his throbbing cock with the teeth of his zipper.

"Alright, listen, are we even now? I think you've taken your revenge."

"Huh?" Aslynn asks, confused.

"I want you to leave. Get out." He points to the door but she doesn't climb off the bed. "I'm done with this game we've been playing. It's not healthy for either of us."

Aslynn looks lost in thought and he has no idea what she's thinking. She should be leaving.

"I don't want to rape you again and I don't want to hurt you, either. I care about you. Yes, it's in a fucked up way, and I need tons of therapy and jail time but it's true."

She doesn't speak and he takes that as a bad sign.

"So, please, get out of my house. Now." When she still doesn't move, he marches over to the bed. He roughly grabs her by the arm, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to drag her off his bed. "Damn it Aslynn, I said--"

"Wait! I... I change my mind. I want you to... you know."

Airis looks at her, stunned. "Say it."

He has to make sure that he heard her correctly. The Gods might be toying with him.

"I want you..." She sucks in a deep breath, holding his gaze. "I want you to take my ass again."

Her words make his cock twitch, and he feels excitement and desire course through him.

"It'll be rough like in the alley. It will be painful. I'm going to tear into your ass and fuck you hard. Are you sure you want that?" he asks as his eyes darken and roam over her beautiful form. "You better make up your mind soon, because I don't know how much restraint I have, staring at your hot naked body."

"I said, yes," she responds, though still looking unsure and sucking on her bottom lip.

Taking off his pants, he crawls on the mattress beside her and opens the drawer of his nightstand. He pulls out a tube of lubricant.

"Roll over on your stomach."

"Why?"

"Do it."

She rolls her eyes but obeys. Dipping his fingers into the jelly substance, he pulls out a dollop and spreads it between her cheeks. She jumps as he smears the cold oily lubricant along the crack of her butt, paying special attention to her rosebud. He props up her ass, then without warning, rams all the way into her tiny hole, feeling her tight canal engulf his throbbing cock. Aslynn screams in pain, but he doesn't stop. He grabs her neck and pins her down, brutally slamming into her, balls deep.

"OWW! WAIT, IT HURTS! STOP! PLEASE! FUCK! AIRIS, STOP!"

Airis growls but he continues to slam into her tight puckered hole, ripping her open. He warned the slut. Over and over he drives his hips forward until he's buried in her so deep that his balls are slapping against her plump flesh, making her butt cheeks and tits jiggle with each inward thrust. He grabs her long hair in his fist and cruelly yanks her head back, using it like a leash as he brutally fucks her.

"Fucking hell... You're so damn tight. You're strangling my cock."

"OWW, IT HURTS! YOUR COCK IS TOO BIG!"

Airis ignores her, pounding into her ass over and over. His thrusts are relentless. He can feel her body trembling in fear and pain but soon realizes that she's shivering in pleasure. He hears her moan in pleasure, and she grinds back against him, meeting his violent thrusts and gripping the sheets to keep from collapsing.

"Damn. Such a hot little ass...You're my little, fuck slut."

He's so close to cumming. Gripping her tits, he jerks her back against him. His cock is buried as deep into her depths as it can go. He clenches his jaw, his whole body growing tense before he suddenly shoots his load into her tiny asshole.

It's intense. Jet after jet of his hot cum drenches the inside of her ass. He continues to pump his throbbing hard dick into her butt until every last drop has filled her hole. When he pulls out, only a small bit of cum drips out of her ass.

"Fuck, that felt so fucking good."

Aslynn is still panting as she collapses on the bed beside him. "Yes, it did. It did."

Aslynn glances over at Airis. She's suddenly embarrassed that she asked him to claim her little asshole and that she thoroughly enjoyed it. He's the first guy to ever make her cum, and he's also the only man she's ever had sex with. She and Justin had only been together for a week, so it hadn't been a big loss when she broke up with him outside 'The King's Sword' earlier in the night. Seeing Airis had awakened her need for him. She just didn't realize it until now.

"So, uh, what now?" she asks, trying not to blush.

"Well, for starters... You owe me a new headboard," Airis said with a one of his signature smirks.

"What? You're the genius who broke it!"

"Well, I wouldn't have broken it if you hadn't tied me to it in the first place."

"Are you fucking serious? You were the one--"

Before Aslynn can finish ranting and raving, Airis cuts her off with a passionate kiss until they're both lightheaded.

"Babe, we'll argue about the headboard tomorrow, but not tonight. Deal?"

"Deal," Aslynn said as a smile creeps across her face.

"Finally! Something we agree on!" Airis laughs, and then wraps his arms around her, holding her in a tight embrace before drifting asleep.



Aslynn and Airis



It's been a few days since Aslynn's been to the bar, but she finds Oliver right away and takes a seat next to the DJ booth. It's actually kind of fun hanging out at 'The King's Sword.' and she starts going there more frequently. Oliver always plays great music, and she likes to chat with him about songs, artists and upcoming events. 

Aslynn spots Airis at the bar, leaning across the counter taking a girl's order. She watches as the girl pulls money out of her pocket, but instead of handing it to him, she stuffs it in her cleavage, making him reach down her top to retrieve it. He laughs and the ditzy slut grins then bounces up on her tiptoes and gives him a peck on the cheek. 

Watching Airis smile and flirt with the girl irritates Aslynn. If only that girl knew what he's is capable of doing.

Aslynn snakes her way through the dense crowd and slides onto a bar stool in front of Airis. He groans as he sees her sit down.

"Are you here to torture me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"God." He rolls his eyes, but then smirks.

"You shouldn't flirt."

"What? I'm not flirting with you."

"Not with me, with other girls." 

"Why, does it make you jealous, baby?" he says with a cocky grin, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the counter. 

The small gesture makes her recline back in her seat.

"No it doesn't make me jealous. I just think women should be warned about you," she hisses.

He pauses, his smile turning grim and his face growing pale. "Please stop..."

"No you stop."

"Aslynn..."

"You're a dick."

"We've covered this. I am a dick and I've said sorry." Airis sighs then reaches under the counter. "You forgot this, that night." He comments, as he hands her, her purse, being careful not to touch her. 

She takes it but holds it away from her body as if it's contaminated.

"Look. You're the only one I've ever taken advantage of, I didn't mean to and I'll never attack another woman again. But I can't do this with you anymore," he says, shaking his head. 

"I'm not telling you to leave the club. I know you hang out with Oliver, but please, don't order drinks from me anymore. Ask one of the other bartenders to make you something."

"Fine. Your secret's safe with me." She spats then marches back over to the DJ booth.

" Hey, Oliver, I'm heading out for the night." She can't help but sound annoyed.

"Ok, babe," Oliver says and gives her a hug. He glances up at the bar. "So what's goin on with you and Airis? He looks upset. You look upset."

"Nothing's going on with him," Aslynn sighs, and then walks out of the building.

For the first time in a long time, Aslynn stops going to 'The King's Sword,' but she's not sure why. Maybe because there's nothing left to say to Airis, maybe because she doesn't want to watch him smooth talk other girls or maybe she just needs a break, at least for a few days.

Aslynn, applies shiny lip gloss to her full lips, adjusts her skimpy top, and fixes her hair. It's been over a two weeks since leaving the bar. She's decided not to let Airis' words affect her. He doesn't own the place he just works there. She doesn't have to back down, even though his comment made her feel like an idiot. She feels better now. 

So much so, that on her first night back, she brings a date. Landen. He's pretty hot with his dazzling smile and shaggy blonde hair. He could be a male model. As she walks in, she's almost positive Airis is staring at her. She can feel his gaze on her and smiles to herself. Stopping a few feet away from the end of his counter, Landen walks up behind her and slips his arms around her waist. She wants to see Airis' reaction but doesn't dare glance over at him. Does he look jealous? Annoyed? Pissed? Maybe he doesn't care at all. That could be a possibility, but do you really ignore someone that you tried to rape? He deserves to feel any if not all of those feelings.

She met Landen a couple days before at a bookstore. He asked her out which surprised her because he's a bit younger than her and could have any other girl in the world. There are plenty of females watching his every move. He stays close to her side though, ignoring everyone else and it isn't long before they start getting physical. Licking salt off each others neck while taking shots, grinding on the dance floor and doing a lot of making out. She must say, he's a great kisser and an even greater distraction. 

It's getting late and the bar is winding down, even Oliver left early. Aslynn and Landen head out the back door, walking to his car. He parked in an unoccupied parking lot almost two blocks away. Since he insisted on diving, she slipped into the passenger seat. Once settled in, Aslynn smiles. 

"I had a great time tonight."

"Me too."

"So um, my address is," She starts to tell him where she lives but he places his hand on her thigh and gently presses his lips to hers. She kisses him back, and then pulls away. "As I was saying my address is..."

"You don't really wanna go home yet, do you, baby?" Landen says as his kisses grow more insistent.

"No, I really should go home. I have a long day tomorrow."

"Are you kidding me? I shelled out $70.00 tonight and you don't want to have sex?"

"I just thought we could go slow," Aslynn replies, searching his face.

"Go slow? I don't wanna go slow." With that he grabs her hand, placing it directly on the bulge in his pants.

Aslynn yanks her hand away. "Stop."

"Oh come on, baby, touch it, give me a blowjob."

"No! Stop!"

"Don't be a bitch, take my dick out."

She starts to get scared and slaps him hard across the face. He doesn't flinch; it just makes him that much angrier. He grabs her wrists as he starts to climb across the seat, settling his full weight on top of her until she can't breathe. 

Suddenly the driver side door flies open and Airis grabs Landen by the collar of his shirt.

"Get the fuck off her!" he yells angrily, dragging her date out of the car, and then punching him in the face.

"Ok, ok! Chill out, man! I'm sorry!" The punch must have knocked some sense into him because he looks terrified, holding his bleeding nose.

Suddenly Airis turns in her direction. "Get out of his car. Now!" he's shouting, the expression on his face almost matching that of Landen's just a few moments prior. 

She can tell he's pissed off. 

She jumps, struggling with the door handle and then climbs out. She watches wide-eyed as Airis shoves Landen back into the car and slams the door. "Drive."

"Sorry, man! Really!" Landen quickly turns on the ignition and peels out of the deserted parking lot. 

"Oh, so you can try and rape me but he can't!?" She knows she's being irrational, but she's upset.

"Yes! Well, no. What are you some kind of rape magnet!?"

"Fuck you!"

"You brought him here to make me jealous," Airis accuses, clenching his fists. 

"No, I didn't!"

"Admit you want me."

"I don't want you!"

"Then why the fuck are you here!?"

"I don't know!"

"Bullshit."

Airis growls and then slams her up against the side of a building. The force knocks the air out of her lungs and he crushes his steel-like body against her petite frame. He coils one of his large hands around her delicate throat, keeping her immobilized as he tightens his grip. Locking his lips onto hers, he shoves his tongue down her throat, almost chocking her. The kiss is aggressive and unrelenting, as he forces her to open her mouth, desperate to taste her.

It's like déjà vu but this time Airis knows exactly what he was doing and that scares her. 

"You're a fucking cock tease! You come to my bar, practically fuck some guy on the dance floor but won't admit the reason you're there in the first place!"

"I'm sorry, Airis!"

"I don't give a fuck!" he yells, slapping her across the face. 

She yelps, her cheek stinging. No one has ever hit her before. 

Suddenly Airis begins ripping off her clothing, starting with her skimpy, pink tank top. It sheds easily, biting into her flesh, as his fingers tear it in half. She whimpers, realizing that this isn't a joke. He really is going to rape her. 

Moving onto her bra, he curls his fingers around the thin material between her cleavage, and then viciously yanks it from her body, the thin straps snapping and whipping across her nipples as he discards it on the ground. He releases a low groan as his eyes feast on the two large orbs hanging on her chest. 

Instantly his callous hands cup her tits, weighing them in his palms as he begins kneading and groping her soft flesh. Cruelly he squeezes her large breasts. Digging his fingers into her tits, his fingerprints adding to the red lashes that already mar her smooth skin. 

"Please, stop!" she pleads, praying he'll let her go. Her tits ache from the abuse and hot tears pour down her face. 

Sneaking her small hands under his, she covers her tender, swollen breasts, fending him off as best she can. 

His intense blue eyes flash red, and he violently backhands her across the face.

"Don't fight me, Aslynn," he growls coldly, making her shake.

Airis shoves her white cotton skirt down her thighs, leaving her clad in only a pink thong. Kicking her legs apart, he uses one knee to lift her small body off the ground, forcing her to straddle his thigh, her feet dangling in the air. Instinctively, Aslynn wraps her hands around his neck for added support. Keeping her pressed up against the wall, he leans forward and clamps his lips around one of her small nipples, lapping at it with his rough, wet tongue. He bites her nipple making her whimper. Her soft voice turns him on.

Airis sucks on the swollen bud as if he could keep his mouth latched to her tit for eternity. Switching to her other breast, he rolls his tongue in a circle around her taunt nipple, licking and pinching lightly between his teeth before pulling away, breathing hard.

"You have amazing tits," he moans in pleasure. Then smirks, seeing her glare at him. 

"Come on, enjoy it. Isn't this what you wanted? I know it's what I've wanted since the first time I saw you." He grabs her sore breast again but begins to gently massage it.

"I really was going to rape you that night. Wish my dumb-ass friends didn't shown up... And wasted? Give me a break. It made for a good excuse, though."

She stares at him wide-eyed, unable to speak, a lump lodged in her throat.

"Thought I'd never see you again, but then you showed up at the bar. I must have made a good impression since you came looking for me," Airis laughs, clearly amused.

"You asshole!" Aslynn slaps him as hard as she can, smacking that smart-ass grin off his face. Satisfaction brightens her eyes as his cheek turns crimson.

He retaliates by ripping off her thong and throwing it on the gravel. Focusing on her bare ass, he begins kneading it in his calloused hands, digging his fingers into her plump flesh and forcing her to grind her naked pussy against his thigh. She hisses, but is unable to stop him. The look of disgust on her face makes him laugh. Pleased to have control over her, he grips her ass cheeks tighter, making her ride his thigh harder and faster before stopping abruptly as his eyes drift down to admire her naked pussy.

"Fuck, your cunt looks delicious. I love a girl who shaves, so soft and smooth," he says, giving her a wink that reminds her of his old flirty self at the bar.

"Please, just let me go."

"I will, just as soon as I'm done with you."

Lowering her to the ground, he grabs her smooth cunt, making her yelp. His rough hand completely covers her mound. Parting her folds with two fingers, he forces them into her tight pussy. She gasps and starts struggling again. No one's ever touched her there, let alone viciously shoved two fingers inside her little hole. 

Airis slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of her cunt, his thumb eagerly seeking out her clit. The moment his thumb strokes across her sensitive nub, she cries out as an electrical current shoots through her body. Feeling her juices drip into his hand, he applies pressure, rotating his thumb around her clit in slow lazy circles until her pussy is soaking wet. 

"Fuck, Aslynn you've got the tightest cunt I've ever felt. No hymen though, so you must have had sex before. What a little slut," he comments with a grin, cockiness radiating from his piercing blue eyes. 

"No..." she whimpers.

She doesn't want to tell him that her hymen was ruptured during an appointment with her gynecologist and that she's never actually had sex before. Let him think she's a slut. He'd be far too pleased if he knew the truth.

Slipping his fingers out of her wet cunt, he unfastens his belt.

Oh god. Aslynn panics, her body trembling. Her brown eyes widen as he slowly frees his dick. It's huge. Her mouth drops open as she stares at it. She's never seen anything like it. She's fascinated as she watches it twitch and stand erect between his legs. Wow. There's not an ounce of pubic hair on his body, and her eyes study his dick, seeing it in its entirety. It's just so long and thick, maybe 9 or 10 inches long. She doesn't know though. She's never seen a dick before, except on TV. She swallows hard at the thought of him slamming it into her virgin hole. That thing would rip her apart.

"See how hard you make me? I've been solid as a rock since the first night you walked into the bar," he groans. He gives it a few loving strokes, and then grabs her shoulders, forcing her to kneel before him.

The gravel digs into her knees, chaffing her soft skin. She bites her bottom lip to keep from whimpering. This can't be happening. 

"Stroke my cock, Aslynn."

"No, please. Please don't make me do this." She digs her nails into his legs, tilting her head, until their eyes lock, silently begging for mercy.

He glares down at her, clenching his jaw. "I'm tired of hurting you but if you resist I'll make sure your bedridden for a week."

Fear coursing through her body, she gives a shaky nod.

Closing one of her small hands around his thick cock, she gives it a squeeze. It's thick and heavy and it's impossible to close her fingers around the entire width of his shaft. It feels hard yet soft, if the two combinations could mix. In this case they really do. The skin is smooth and she tentatively strokes its length from the round tip to the very base of his cock. She hears him moan and feels his dick throb in her small grasp. It's a strange feeling.

"Open your mouth, baby. I want those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock."

She freezes, her hand movements coming to a stop. She doesn't want his dick in her mouth. She's never preformed oral sex before and it's too big to fit anyway. 

"I bet a slut like you knows how to use that sweet little mouth."

"No! I've never done that before!" Aslynn cries out, releasing his cock and shaking her head.

"As hot as you are, there's no way you haven't."

With that he grabs her jaw and pries open her mouth. She tries to twist away but he thrusts his thick meat into her tiny mouth.

Immediately she chokes, her gag reflex kicking in, trying to force him out. Rolling her tongue up against the roof of her mouth, she ties to block his 10 inch cock from sliding no more than a few inches past her lips. He manages to get the thick head in and that alone stretches her small mouth wide open, spit dripping from the corners of her lips. The tip slides against her cheek and as he thrusts forward, her teeth scrap along the underside of his cock, just as she gags, accidentally nipping him.

Airis growls, fisting her long dark hair in his hand, he violently jerks her head back, and as far away from his dick as possible.

"You fucking bit me!" Impulsively he raises his hand and delivers a solid slap across her cheek. The sound is almost deafening and the force knocks her over, sprawling her naked body out against the small jagged rocks.

"Please I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing!" she cries out, her hands shielding her face from further abuse.

Yanking her trembling hands away from her face, he glares down at her. She has a bright red welt on her cheek, tears are streaming from her eyes and saliva is dribbling down her chin.

"Are you kidding me?" His voice is harsh, and his eyes lock on hers.

"No. I'm sorry, please don't hit me again, Airis." She pleads, holding up her hands in surrender, whimpering softly.

He looks stunned, as if she's speaking in a foreign language. He watches her kneel before him again, her body quivering, her eyes downcast. 

"Fine..." He's annoyed but still wants her tongue on him. "I'll tell you what to do. But if you fucking knick me again..."

She nods and he pulls her head forward.

"Part your lips.... Good. Now don't fucking bite me... Good. Don't lift your tongue, keep it nice and flat...Good."

Aslynn does as instructed, closing her soft lips around his shaft, and then flattening her tongue. She's ready for the next step when Airis suddenly slams his cock deep into her throat, making her choke and her eyes bulge.

She grabs his thighs, trying to push him away but now that he's in, there's no way he'll pull out.

He grips both sides of her head, keeping her locked in place as his cock thickens in her small mouth. He begins ramming it in as far as it will go, repeatedly jabbing against the back of her throat. With each forward thrust her gag reflex kicks in and clenches around the fat head of his dick.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing!" Airis groans as he violates her. 

He's savagely fucking her face as tears pour down her cheeks. The saliva coats his hard dick making it slide easily in and out of her mouth; her lips remain sealed around his shaft. She's choking and gagging as he forces it deeper.

"Keep those pretty lips locked around my cock."

She can't help but whimper. His thick cock is lodged in the back of her throat and as he continues to thrust his hips forward. Her warm mouth swallows the entire length, while her wet tongue drags along the underside of his throbbing member.

She can't breathe, but instead of easing up, he roots himself as deep into her mouth as possible, pressing her face against his abdomen, gripping her tightly. Her mouth feels so good, that he's on the verge of cumming. He doesn't want that to happen, so after a few more deep thrusts he quickly pulls out. Airis leans forward on his knees, panting hard.

"Please, no more! I can't breathe!" Aslynn cries out while sucking air into her lungs and wiping spit off her full, puffy lips.

"Well, then you'd better learn to breathe through your nose," he counters, with a smirk, his cock throbbing and still ready to enter another tight hole.

"I can't very well breathe if my nose bent against your abs," she says, anger coloring her cheeks.

"Then you need more practice holding your breath."

"You were choking me to death! Your cock is too big for my little throat."

"Well, for the record you're a great cocksucker!" Airis growls. God, she's infuriating.

"I'm a what?" Aslynn asks, the edge to her voice disappearing. She can't believe it, but she's almost... flattered.

Without warning, he jerks her up by her arm, lifts her off the ground until she's forced to lock her legs around his waist, then violently drives his throbbing cock, up into her tight pussy while gripping her hips and slamming her down on top of it. He deeply buries the entire length of his pulsing dick in her cunt with one brutal thrust. Her ass now rests against his balls. It's so intense and feels so incredible, that he almost believes he wouldn't have the willpower to pull out of her cunt... even if his fuckin life depended on it.

"OOOWW! FUCK!! NOO!! IT HURTS!! FUCKING STOP!! PLEASE STOP!! AHH!!"

Aslynn's suddenly screams at the top of her lungs, violently yanking on strands of his hair, and furiously kicking her legs and raking her claws down his chest. She's attacking him like a wild beast, and it actually hurts. The tiny girl in his arms is actually doing some damage. Her aggressiveness surprises him. Suddenly she bites his shoulder marking his flesh, and then slaps him across the face.




Aslynn and Airis



"FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!" 

He yells, dropping her unceremoniously on the ground. 

She yelps in pain as she lands hard on the gravel, small cuts marring her smooth brown skin. She glares up at him with malice in her eyes. 

"I'm a fucking virgin!" She's sobbing now, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

He's not sure if it's from pain or anger, probably both. 

"So?"

"So! It's my first time!" she cries out, her pussy stinging in pain, it's almost unbearable.

"No, your hymen is broken, so don't lie."

"Please, please stop now. This isn't how I wanted it," she whimpers, more tears slipping down her cheeks. 

"Stop? Are you kidding? I'm so hard, baby. I'm gonna fuck you."

"No, please, it hurts too much."

"Of course it hurts at first." Airis sighs, helping her up. "Fine. Look, I'll try to be gentle... but no guarantees."

"No."

"Oh so you want it rough? Then come here and don't fucking bite me again. You're like a damn canine with those teeth."

"No. I-I want it to be gentle. You owe me that much."

"Alright, alright. Just let me fuck you, already." 

He clutches her tiny waist and lifts her up. "Wrap your legs around me and keep them locked." Airis commands, his voice firm. 

Aslynn hates that she has to do this, but she knows there's no getting away from him. Maybe if she just pretends like she wants it, she won't remember the night she lost her virginity as the worst night of her life.

Airis guides his thick cock at the entrance of her small pussy and slowly thrusts upward until the head slips into her past her small lips. He hears her gasp in surprise, maybe pain so he pauses a moment. He wants to viciously drive his throbbing member back into her hot cunt but remains still. He watches her reaction. He can tell she's frightened, her bottom lip is trembling and she's gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. Airis pushes another couple inches into her little pussy, feeling her stretch to accommodate his large size. It feels so wonderful; it's agonizing to have this kind of self control. They're actually hurting each other but in completely different ways. He thrusts his hips a little harder and buries a few more inches inside her.

"You're going too deep! Go slow!" she bites her lip.

"I'm trying," he says through gritted teeth. 

But it's all too much. He can't hold back any longer. He grabs her hips and violently slams her down onto his cock.

She cries out as he buries the entire length into her virgin pussy. Fuck! Pain once again shoots through her core but at least this time she knows what to expect. Why'd he have to be so huge? He's crashing like a bulldozer against her cervix and she can't help but start crying again. She glances down between their bodies and watches in amazement and horror as his thick, steel hard cock, saws in and out of her small hole. It still hurts like hell but the pain is slowly residing. Her eyes meet his. He looks primal like he's in pain too, but she knows it's undeniable pleasure that's fueling him.

"God. You're such a good fuck. I didn't want any of those bar whores," Airis groans as he picks up the pace, surging into her cunt as deep as possible. He's breaking it in and it still grips his cock like a vice.

"And that little prick you were with wouldn't have fucked you like this."

Aslynn nods, biting her lip to keep from moaning, her small body bouncing up and down from the force of his deep thrusts.

"I almost jumped over the counter and ripped that kid's throat out when I saw him touching you. No one touches you." Airis growls, slamming his throbbing member as deep as it can possibly go, as if making a point. 

Aslynn can't suppress her moan any longer. It's starting to feel good. Delicious, even. She likes the feeling of his pulsing, thick cock filling her pussy. It's so massive and she's surprised by how smoothly it slides in and out of her little hole. She can't help but grind back against him. He's stroking every inch of her and her body feels like its on fire. She leans forward and sweeps her wet tongue across the bite mark on his shoulder, hearing him moan in pleasure.

Airis reaches forward and grabs one of her nipples, pinching it hard between his fingers and tugging it away from her body. He's pleased to hear her yelp and feel her juices soak his cock. He flicks his thumb across the other nipple drawing out another moan of pleasure. That's what he wanted, her fucking him back and groaning as he uses her body.

"Oh, god, Airis..."

"Feel good?"

"Yes."

"Your mine now, you know that right?"

Aslynn looks into his eyes and nods.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

"I'll fuck you however and whenever I want," Airis says. "But trust me, I want you more from you than just sex, Aslynn." 

Airis suddenly withdraws, dropping her to her feet, and then flips her around so that she's facing the wall, spread eagle.

Gripping her hips, he drags his hard cock, up and down the length of her wet pussy, teasing her. She spreads her legs as wide as possible, her tits chaffing against the wall.

"Do you like this, Aslynn? Your body does, your juices are dripping out of your pussy," he mocks as he continues to tease her, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit.

She can't see him behind her but knows that he's grinning. She wants his cock back inside her little cunt but he's too busy tormenting her. She growls and hears him chuckle.

"Tell me you want my hard dick back inside your pussy, you little slut." He reaches around the front of her body and massages her swollen tits.

"I want you back inside my pus-pussy," she whispers softly

"Do better, slut." 

"Please, I want your throbbing, hot dick back inside my tight cunt. I want to feel every inch of it as you slam it back into hole. Go deep. My little pussy is yours to use," she moans lustfully, desperately wanting to be filled.

"Mmm, very good." He releases her breasts and slides his fingertips back around her body, grabbing her ass. He kneads and gropes her flesh, then gently spreads her cheeks, gazing down at her little brown bud. He licks his lips as he drinks in the sight.  

Sweeping his hard dick once again over the length of her dripping pussy, he quickly adjusts his position. Leaning into her and tilting his cock, he rams into her asshole with one brutal thrust. He grasps her hips holding her in place as she violently struggles, and he grinds into her as deep as possible. He releases a deep groan reveling in the feeling of her virgin ass, gripping, engulfing his thick cock. 

Aslynn screams out in pain. He's ripping her apart! It's indescribable and unbearable.

"Stop! Stop! It hurts! You're ripping me open!" Her voice is shaky and weak, she can barely catch her breath.

Consumed by lust he ignores her, pounding her hard and fast, savagely fucking her with deep strokes. He doesn't care how she feels on the matter. He slaps her ass, then spreads her cheeks watching his throbbing cock, thrust in and out of her, disappearing inside her butt. He's going to cum. He can't hold back any longer. He violently slams his throbbing cock into her one last time before he cums. It's intense and he groans as he releases jet after jet of hot seed.

She feels his cock pulse inside her aching little ass as he shoots his load into her.

He's panting, dripping with sweat and it takes him a moment to regain his senses before he slides out, his cock slowly softening. 

She gingerly touches her ass, her fingers covered in cum and a little bit of blood. She's shaking uncontrollably. She's in too much pain from getting her ass raped to yell at him. She's surprised she's even able to stand, well more like crouch. She starts to pick up her torn clothing but only shredded material remains. 

He tucks his dick is tucked away in his pants, satisfaction fills his body totally sated. His gaze roams up and down Aslynn's naked body and he watches as his cum drips out of her gaping asshole and down her thighs. Seeing her gather her ruined outfit, he tosses her his T-shirt and big leather jacket.

"Thanks, baby," he says, his cocky smirk returning. "Looks like I got to take advantage of that sweet, little ass of yours after all. You better be at the bar tomorrow night. Oh, and don't bring anymore douche bags to the club, one of them might try to fuck you, and I can't always be there to protect you from rapists."

He laughs and then walks away, leaving her standing there alone in the alley.