01-06-2010, 02:38 PM
Azetha began weeping again as her brother's actions betrayed how much her tiny efforts aroused him. She yelped as her thrust her back under his body as she felt the twisting of his barbed member stretching her painfuly for a moment. She whined softly, and fell limp again for a moment as he spent himself on her bruised vagina. A sort of dread was rising in her as she realized that maybe she didn't want him to finish after all. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't be able to see the lustful way that her brother was looking at her, and squirmed slightly.
However her eyes shot open with a loud gasp as she felt him push deeply into her body and flood her with his seed. She lay there as he loomed over her, both panting. Her body burned now that he his movement ceased and left her with only her stretched and abused nether regions. She ground her teeth and clamped her eyes shut as he hovered over her catching his breath until he finally turned over. She let out a squeek of pain as his body moved jarringly inside of her. She kept her eyes closed until she heard him snoring, and softly cried.
Finally, the young tigress worked up enough gumption to pull herself off of her brother's member, and rolled over on her side. She forced herself off of the bed, and crawled to the bathroom. She lay on the cool tile floor sobbing for a few minutes as she curled up around the pain that lingered in her belly before forcing herself up and out of the room.
Her legs ached and between them was very sore, but she managed to get to a phone. She sat listening to the dial tone for a very long time unsure as to whether or not she could actually tell anyone about what happened. The pain was fading but the shame and helplessness only weighed more heavily.
Finally, she dialed the number to her father's cell phone. She was afraid that if she called the police then they would show up in force to kill Raziel rather than arrest him. People knew better than to hope a half-demon would come quietly. She began to cry as she heard it ringing and was only able to stop herself at hearing her father say hello.
"Daddy..." she said in a broken sob, and her father responded with immediate concern. She told him what had happened as calmly as she could muster, and he assured her that it would be ok.
"I'm coming home" he said, "Try to stay out of his way, and don't fight him if he wants more." She shuddered. The thought of it happening again had not occurred to her. "It'll be ok when I get there. We have a tradition for this sort of thing. Don't worry, I'll sort it all out when we get home."
Azetha hung up and crawled into the shower. She turned it on and lay in the stream of water until it turned ice cold and she had exhausted herself sobbing. Finally she crawled out, now free of the sweat and the smell of their forced coupling as well as the spots of blood and semen that had seeped out of her. She dragged herself as far from the bath as the laundry room, and collapsed in a pile of blankets that waited washing. She thought she might cry again, but with only a few whimpers, she fell deeply into merciful sleep.
However her eyes shot open with a loud gasp as she felt him push deeply into her body and flood her with his seed. She lay there as he loomed over her, both panting. Her body burned now that he his movement ceased and left her with only her stretched and abused nether regions. She ground her teeth and clamped her eyes shut as he hovered over her catching his breath until he finally turned over. She let out a squeek of pain as his body moved jarringly inside of her. She kept her eyes closed until she heard him snoring, and softly cried.
Finally, the young tigress worked up enough gumption to pull herself off of her brother's member, and rolled over on her side. She forced herself off of the bed, and crawled to the bathroom. She lay on the cool tile floor sobbing for a few minutes as she curled up around the pain that lingered in her belly before forcing herself up and out of the room.
Her legs ached and between them was very sore, but she managed to get to a phone. She sat listening to the dial tone for a very long time unsure as to whether or not she could actually tell anyone about what happened. The pain was fading but the shame and helplessness only weighed more heavily.
Finally, she dialed the number to her father's cell phone. She was afraid that if she called the police then they would show up in force to kill Raziel rather than arrest him. People knew better than to hope a half-demon would come quietly. She began to cry as she heard it ringing and was only able to stop herself at hearing her father say hello.
"Daddy..." she said in a broken sob, and her father responded with immediate concern. She told him what had happened as calmly as she could muster, and he assured her that it would be ok.
"I'm coming home" he said, "Try to stay out of his way, and don't fight him if he wants more." She shuddered. The thought of it happening again had not occurred to her. "It'll be ok when I get there. We have a tradition for this sort of thing. Don't worry, I'll sort it all out when we get home."
Azetha hung up and crawled into the shower. She turned it on and lay in the stream of water until it turned ice cold and she had exhausted herself sobbing. Finally she crawled out, now free of the sweat and the smell of their forced coupling as well as the spots of blood and semen that had seeped out of her. She dragged herself as far from the bath as the laundry room, and collapsed in a pile of blankets that waited washing. She thought she might cry again, but with only a few whimpers, she fell deeply into merciful sleep.
Fhtagn!