by Celia Crown
“You take me so well, Charlotte,” he licks his lips and goes to kiss me.
I return his affection and squeeze around his swollen cock to hear him hiss out a curse.
“Fuck!” he snarls, snapping his hips and fucking my small pussy. “Your tiny cunt is made for my cock. I can feel it sucking the cum out of me. You dirty girl, you want to come again?”
I choke a sob, “Yeah, want to cum.”
I can start to feel the burn of being overly stretched, but it feels so good to be able to be this close to Alex. He quickly picks up speed, thrusting into me hard and fast as he relentlessly drills my wet folds.
I wrap my shaky arms around his wide back and hold him tightly. My boobs are smashed against his chest and that allows his pelvis to ground on my clit.
Being at home all the time gave me time, and young people are so promiscuous these days. I accidentally learned too much about sex when I was reading some books. I feel like Alex is using me as his personal fuck toy. I want him to fuck me every night and use my pussy to dump his cum in.
I’m so dirty. My cheeks are too warm as he hammers his cock with rough speed and sharp precision to pound on my cervix. It’s sore, and it hurts, but the pain is starting to be addicting as my vision blurs with tears.
“Ah, Alex— oh! Mm…”
“Yes,” Alex whispers in my ear, “Be a good girl, and come for me.”
His commanding voice is sexy; it sends thrills down to my toes as they swing in the air with his pummeling. His teeth piecing my skin on my neck heighten the pleasure, dragging my orgasm out longer than I thought possible.
My vision is white with a wanton moan of his name while Alex fucks my soaked folds; little aftershocks fire off in rapid succession, and I’m breathless.
I moan weakly as my head rolls to the side and my tears fall to the pillow. Alex’s hips stop, his big cock splitting my slit and throbbing strongly in my sensitive walls. His teeth glisten as his brown eyes gleam in wickedness.
“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you?”
He is the Commander now.
Chapter Six
Alexander
Charlotte’s body shudders and goes limp when I flip her on her knees, her cunt throbs dully around my cock as she squeezes down with the new position. Her knees slip from the wet sheets, and her weight impales her silken walls further down my shaft. I have to hold her shaking hips to prevent her from taking too much of me at once.
She’s too small, too inexperienced to have her body wrecked by my impatience. Previously, I could see her stunned, vacant, and wide-eyed expression, but this time, her body talks to me. Her pussy is not resisting my massive girth anymore; it’s coiling hotly and pulsing with need.
Back arched beautifully, smooth black hair parts away for the frail plane of her spine. I groan throatily, fanning my fingers over her hips to find the best grip to keep her in place.
Little Charlotte is excited. I note all the squirming and mildly-frustrated whines. The sheer size of my shaft pulls her slit tautly, and she keens when my cock twitches inside her rippling walls.
“A-Alex,” she mewls, rocking her hips back and taking the rest of the inches down.
I hiss at the feeling of being too constricted, “Such a dirty, little minx.”
I grunt, slamming into her harder to make her cry out in surprise. I grip her hips hard enough to leave small marks where my fingers are as her tiny pussy sucks and drools around my cock. Her fingers take the sheets as her hostage and shake when one of my hands reach down to find her clit.
“Give me another one,” I command her, and her back arches to slap her ass back to my pelvis. She meets my thrusts sloppily and smear slick filthily.
I don’t slow my pace, fucking her sensitive cunt with savage thrusts that have her yelping in slight pain. My finger makes feathery circles around her clit; it’s just enough stimulation to get her begging.
“Please!” she cries, sobbing into the pillow. “Alex, touch me, please!”
I can’t deny her pretty pleads; it’s impossible to say no to her, and I don’t plan on it either.
Heavy moans keep coming from her mouth as she grips the sheets, tremors throwing her body into mine as I rub tight and quick circles around her clit.
“I want one more before I fuck your little pussy,” I growl and bend to lap at her unmarred shoulder.
Her tight cunt drips slick down my hand as I furiously work her bud and she writhes, screaming into the pillow while unable to stop the quivering mess she makes by coming on my fingers. She can’t shy away from my touches as I pinch her clit, soaking in the sensation of hot gushes and tight muscles trying to desperately milk my cock.
“Not yet, Charlotte,” I purr in her ear, “You can give me one more, then I will fill your greedy cunt with my cum. I will fill you up so much that you’ll be leaking for days. I bet you would love that. You are a filthy, little girl after all. Am I right?”
She tenses at the slightest movement when I pull back from her spine, “Please.”
It’s a slur, but it’s good for me.
Her body slumps on the bed, and the only thing holding her up are my hands. I might have taken advantage of her state; she’s too touch-starved, and anything that remotely feels good would overwhelm her. Milking her orgasms would surely make her tired if the late night isn’t already taking a toll on her, but I need to make sure that the voice in her head doesn’t come back for a while.
She has a pattern, and I noticed it. The voice acts up men. Jesse isn’t with her, and she’s gotten better with me. The voice doesn’t bother her much when we’re together, and I want it to be permanently gone.
I pummel her soppy cunt, breaching her tiny slit with my big shaft and let her muscles stroke on the throbbing vein. My fingers swirl incessantly over her bundle of nerves, using her juices to scarp against it.
She reflectively tries to get away from the assault on her clit, but I have her pinned down as she writhes mindlessly. I spread her legs wider, getting them to pull on the sheets to prevent her from slipping while I bring my hand up to her hair. Yanking her face off the pillow, her moans are clearer and much better.
“A-Alex!” she squeals while I thrum her nub, stringing her to another massive orgasm as her body tries to fold in on itself.
“N-no,” she murmurs, a hiccup jolting her broken voice.
“Good girls don’t lie,” I reprimand her with a pump of my hips.
One last drag over her clit, she comes so hard that she can’t help but to scream nor can she stop the lusty wail from her throat.
I lean back, yanking her hips back, and begin a brutal pace. Crude slaps and wet noises from my cock relentlessly fucking in her soiled pussy, I can feel the excessive slick webbing on my shaft, and it’s a disgustingly arousing sight to look down at.
I want to look at her face when I come, and I want her to feel everything I’m giving to her. She is an open book for me to gauge her reactions so I can get her to another level of orgasm. She isn’t done yet. I’m a greedy man, and I want another orgasm from her.
It feels too good with her silken cunt pulsing and sucking me dry.
I come close to spraying my cum on multiple occasions. I get too taken by the beauty of her glowing halo when she surrenders her control to me.
I spin her around to let her rest her tired body, her hair flies to the pillow, and those dazed sapphires are half-open. I slant my mouth over hers, kissing her plump lips and swallowing her weak moans. She’s panting and groaning as I pound into her, but I’m not in the best condition either.
My back is straining with tight muscles, spraining and impatient to feel all of her. I fold her legs back and let the heel of her small feet bounce on my back while I adjust the angle, she sniffs wetly.
“I—” she hiccups, “It’s too much, I’m going to—”
I roll my hips to favor the stiff bud trapped against my pelvis as it causes her to thrash. Her fluttery muscles tighten and hold me firmly inside whil
e I grind down the spot that lets me hear her pretty sobs.
Watching her debauched expression and scared eyes, she finds my back with her nails as support when she comes. I lost count on how many times her body gave up control, and I don’t think I can hold on any longer.
My balls draw up tight. The knot in my stomach snaps at her yielding muscles and messy juices. She wraps her legs around my waist in an attempt to get me closer. She begs me for a kiss, and I give it to her.
I give more than she asks and hums against her swollen lips, biting and nipping to drag out every sensation she’s feeling.
“You’re mine, little witch,” my voice is rough when I say it, and I’m not ashamed of the second agenda behind my words.
I want the connotation of her identity to be associated with this night. Every time she’s having doubts about her life because she was born at a wrong time for witches, she will remember the love I’m pouring inside her snug cunt.
She’ll remember that I love her.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear, she squeaks, and a small orgasm roll through her.
Charlotte mewls, “I love you, Alex.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, the swelling on my cock thickens and cum burst from the shaft.
I hiss through my teeth, driving balls-deep and let out thick spurts while little stars dance behind my eyes. Each pulse shoots creamy whites and leaks between her snug folds to seep slowly onto the sheets.
We’re both a panting mess, trying to catch our breath and unable to look away from each other. My eyes blurred from my intense orgasm, and our bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat. It takes several seconds for me to maneuver us to a position that’ll be the most comfortable to her.
I assumed she’d be lights out by now, but her blue eyes are wide awake, and the lovely flushed cheeks are a bright red. I chuckle, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her forehead.
“Sorry,” she mutters shyly, “I can’t sleep.”
Just moments ago, she looked like she hadn’t slept in years, and now she’s too energetic. I would fuck her pussy for another hour if she didn’t wince when my cock slips out of her small hole; it’s wet and smearing cum everywhere.
“Charlotte,” I rasp, cupping her cheek and rub her soft skin. “Be honest with me.”
She nods with big eyes, attentive and quiet.
“Do you still hear the voice?”
It’s a sore topic that she doesn’t like talking about, but I thought this would be the best time to wring the truth out of her. She has nowhere to escape, and she would be more truthful with me if we’re in a confine of our privacy.
She hesitates, “Sometimes.”
“Tell me about it,” I press, giving her time to gather her thoughts.
Rushing her would be a mistake. Whatever she can tell me will help me determine how I can help her.
“The voice, she’s cruel. She says that Jesse and you aren’t good people and that you’re going to leave me.”
I smooth the crease under her eye, “I won’t leave you. I want to help you, and if you let me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She smiles sadly, “I don’t know if you can. I can’t even help myself.”
“I don’t want you to suffer by yourself,” I bring her to my chest, and she curls her arm over my waist. “Let me take care of you.”
“Do you really want to? I’m a mess, and I have nightmares. Sometimes, I lose track of time, and I wouldn’t remember what happened—”
I pat her back, and her rambling ceases, “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”
She falls silent. The night ticks away, and her breathing tells me that she isn’t even close to sleeping. Daft, little fingers trace patterns on my back. My muscles relax as I bury my nose in her hair. The scent of her floral shampoo mingled with my scent sends a possessive spark in my heart. This is what she should smell like.
Mine.
“When I was a child, I did something bad. I knew it was bad because my parents drilled it in my head, but I did it anyway.”
Her voice is low and faint. I keep my mouth shut from asking questions. The commander of the Special Forces isn’t allowed to interrogate Charlotte no matter how much he needs a clear answer. I’m trained to use torture techniques to get answers, and I never feel remorse for causing pain.
However, the thought of Charlotte in the slightest amount of pain scares me, especially if it’s with my own hands. I don’t want to imagine the distrust and betrayal in her eyes when she looks at me. I don’t want to be a monster to her.
I want to be her Alex and nothing else.
“Jesse doesn’t know, he already left for the military by then,” Charlotte continues, “I thought I was going the right thing, but it wasn’t. That’s when the voice started; it wasn’t this talkative before, but it just got worse over time.”
She laughs humorlessly. I hold her tighter. The best I can do for her is to give her comfort and stability when she travels down memory lane. I know it’s not the best time, and she probably wishes she could do anything other than to dig through painful memories to help me explain why the voice starts.
She’s still holding back, but she’s baring her heart out little by little.
I won’t be greedy and ask for more than she is capable of giving.
Her fingers leave my back and trace the scarred cut on my arm, the same place I got cut by her ice. Though, she wasn’t my Charlotte at the time. That was the voice manifesting and taking over her body, and I hate myself for not being able to do much.
Her eyes dim, and I know that she’s blaming this wound on herself. She already knows that it’s her fault because witches are intuitive; they can feel the memories of the magic on wounds.
“It got worst., I don’t really remember when it started to ask me to kill Jesse.”
My eyes widen in shock, jerking my head down to watch the regret in her eyes.
She licks her lips nervously, “She told me to kill you too, on the first day… you were going to take Jesse away from me.”
I’m not angry at her. She had every right to think that when I’m the one intruding in her home.
“What do you feel when the voice tells you to do that to Jesse?” I ask, needing to understand more.
She sniffs, eyes brimming with tears. “Of course, I hated the voice because Jesse is my brother. I would never do that to him. I’d kill myself before I hurt him.”
“That’s good, Charlotte. You have control over your body and mind.” I press a kiss on the crown of her head.
“No, no, not good.” she frantically clings to me, “I don’t feel anything anymore when she says that Jesse is better off dead, so he can’t leave again. She says that you should die for coming into my life.”
Her little body shakes and hiccups with her tears, “I’m a bad girl, I don’t deserve you or Jesse. I can’t feel anything. What if one day I just agree with her—”
“You won’t,” I growl sternly, crushing her to my body. “You’re Charlotte, you’re my brave, little witch. Do not ever think you don’t deserve us. You deserve everything we give you. We can get through this together.”
“I’m scared,” she whimpers, choking on her tears as it rubs on my chest. The cooling sensation of her tears turns cold with her rapid blinking. Her thick lashes brush on my skin with every sniff.
“I know you are, but I’m here.” I comfort her by letting her forehead press against my heart. She listens to the tempo of my calm pulse, and her body relaxes. She’s still somewhat stiff, but my hands distract her by playing with her arched spine.
“We’re going to get you help,” I said, and she nods wordlessly.
I want to wait until the morning to do this when Jesse comes back, but I feel that the faster we can do this, the faster Charlotte will heal. Jesse isn’t on a nightly run like she thinks. We kept it from her, so she wouldn’t think anything is wrong.
He’s out with his contacts, searching for a second doctor fo
r their opinion on what is going on with his little sister. The witch doctor that’s voluntarily helping the side that’s killing her race has one diagnosis for the symptoms that I gave her about Charlotte, but we think that another professional opinion wouldn’t hurt.
“Come get dressed.” I pull her up with me as the cover pools around our hips, and her eyes slam shut when I stand up.
My nakedness doesn’t bother me, and it shouldn’t bother her too since my heavy cock was just inside her snug little cunt, but she’s shy, and I shouldn’t be surprised when she can’t handle seeing me naked. It’s adorable to see her throwing the cover over her head.
I find my clothes on the ground and slip on my pants; the waistband of my briefs snaps on my hips as I search for her clothes in the drawers.
I fish out a pair of cotton panties; someone would think of me as a pervert for rummaging through the underwear drawer of a young girl. I have half a mind to not steal a pair to indulge myself in for emergency cases. A man has too many needs.
I walk back with a shirt and a long pair of sweatpants for comfort. My fingers hook on the strap of her bra with a straight expression on my face. Leaving her hiding in the covers, I slide her panties over her legs and up her hips in swift movements. I try not to linger on the wet patch darkening on her underwear from my cum leaking out of her tiny stretched hole.
My cock gives an interested twitch, and I sigh exasperatedly.
I wipe my mind with a clean slate, pulling off the military training to focus on my task. That’s easier said than done when I have the most beautiful girl in my hands, showing me her most vulnerable side while trusting me to guard her.
“Where are we going?” she asks faintly.
“To the military base,” I answer.
Her doe-eyes widen, “Outside? I haven’t been outside since forever.”
“You don’t need to be scared. I’m with you.”
She protests feebly, “But—”
I grasp her wrists and pull her up, landing on her face and face planted on my chest. “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”
