Caution: R-18 scenes ahead, includes: sex scene
(Note: Minors not gonna care anyways lol)
Their lips pressed against each other yet neither of them moved. Jonathan was stunned at first, but quickly regained his senses and was the first one to move. As he deepened the kiss, he tasted her sweet, soft lips. Just like that, they kissed. A small movement that turned over Jonathan’s wits. He immediately pushed her and forcefully shoved his way out of Michaela’s clutches. He blushed with shame. He knew it was wrong but he craved for more, like a moth to a flame.
It was risky… I never thought of encountering someone like her in my own room. Did someone make a mistake or is this intentional?
Whatever the case, both scenarios made him furious to the point he couldn’t think of what he should do first. Jonathan was still worried about the woman’s condition, so he walked back to the bed. He wished to turn on the bedside night lamp and enjoy a proper look at this temptress.
But terrible things never went the way he wanted it to; Michaela rose from the bed when she identified a figure and dumped her body onto it. You couldn’t denounce her as she endured the scorching fire burning inside her body; at least that was what the drug wanted her to feel.
“Ju-st… he…lp me… ple…ase,” Michaela pleadingly whispered.
“You’re drunk and been drugged… you don’t know what you’re saying,” Jonathan stated with an obviously anxious voice. He, under no circumstances, never been this kind to anyone. Yet, to this temptress whose face he couldn’t see, he had been gentle.
“Please?” she seductively stroked Jonathan’s cheeks and kissed him again.
Not considering the consequences of this moment, she solely went along with her instincts. Jonathan decided to cooperate; he didn’t have anything to lose other than his virginity. Yes, you read it right; he’s a virgin. He was presumably an asexual they said, but there was proof that a certain male part had not been a problem.
Even though he was wet behind the ears, it was like he was a veteran with many years of experience. His kisses were fiery and intoxicating.
Jonathan: *Groans* Poor little woman… I will take you down to hell.
“Ahn… hm…” Michaela moaned in the process.
Each kiss was worth a thousand breaths, Michaela wanted more and so she kissed Jonathan deeper and deeper…
Such a skillful kisser, Michaela praised in her mind.
“Use your tongue,” commended Jonathan in a throaty voice while feeling the smooth surface of her delicate, pale skin.
He then moved his hands to grope her two mounds. Squeezing them gently then caressing its softness into his palms.
“Nnn…ahh,” Michaela continued to give a provocative cry of pleasure.
He then slowly savoured it, licking them gently. Circling his tongue on her mound, tasting the sweetness of it and then taking a bite.
“Ah!” Michaela cried as she was startled by the bite. Moaning in pain and pleasure.
Having heard her breathless yet lustful voice, he stopped.
“Oh no, don’t,” Michaela deliriously pleaded and forced him beneath her.
Like a hungry lioness to her prey, she bit the man’s neck and made troubles for him.
“What an insatiable woman,” Jonathan muttered. He got up to flip Michaela onto her back and oppressed her. “You really can’t wait.”
He then wordlessly and completely devoured her. Jonathan positioned her to be the bottom, next, he nimbly took off all of her clothes with steady fingers. Once Michaela was bare, he then also took all his clothes off, exposing his prominent abs and his mesmerizing mermaid lines.
He subsequently continued kissing her lips then licked down to her neck. He took a bite and then a gave lick. Then continued kissing down her navel…
Michaela cried and moaned, but Jonathan wasn’t a least bit disgusted, all he thought was…
I am helping her and should also be helping myself, it was not such a terrible deal.
He smirked and gave a small chuckle at the thought of what would happen later when she woke up. What shall I do to this little girl?
No matter how warm and gentle his eyes were, he could never deny that he was a man; a typical beast with sexual urges. Created by the genes of his lovely mother and his generous father; an overly handsome, angel-devil was born.
After he was satisfied, Jonathan skillfully separated Micheala’s legs and inserted his index finger inside her precious part. This gave Michaela a shock but she couldn’t run so she simply held the sheets in a death grip.
The sound of her precious nectar leaking out broke the silence while the eyes of Jonathan darkened as each second passed by.
Slower… faster… deeper… Jonathan repeated these pleasurable actions and made Michaela burned down deeper and deeper to Hell as time went on.
“No… oh God…” Michaela couldn’t stop herself from reacting.
He tormented her with a slow rhythm of pleasure, Michaela begging for more inside her mind.
“Ah… hmm… Aaaaahhh!” Michaela screamed as she felt her first climax of the night, the pleasure coursed through her body causing her body to become limp.
Jonathan was quite satisfied on how sensitive Michaela’s body was. The idea about how she was drugged didn’t cross his mind, he simply let himself succumbed to this temptation.
“Dear, you came without me. That’s unfair you know,” he whispered into her ear, causing Michaela to turn a few shades redder than she originally was.”Now, I’ll enter you. Very… slowly~,” Jonathan teased with his deep, hoarse voice.
Jonathan aimed his weapon towards the lewd hole and gradually entered Michaela, trying his best to hold back so he wouldn’t hurt her.
“AH!” Michaela cried out of pain. Blood dripping out to state that she was no longer an innocent girl. She can’t help but shed some tears. Jonathan discerned this and was upset about her situation, but he was happy that the girl’s first time belonged to him. He licked her tears and caressed her again. She was confused but at the same time relieved that the other person cared about her.
(A/N: this was supposed to be forced but they end up making it mutual. XD)
They tossed and turned at every point until they exhausted themselves…
Michaela fainted half-way so Jonathan, who maintained some energy, stopped to wipe her a little bit before he slept.
The sun soon broke through the horizon, signaling the start of the day.
Michaela gradually opened her eyes and felt her whole body aching. She observed the relatively pitch-black room which was clearly not her hotel room. Subsequently, she saw her body was naked and her clothes scattered on the floor.
It wasn’t a dream… I wasn’t dreaming…
“Oh dear god, I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she frustratingly cursed the world.
She recalled how the twins colluded to defile her and suspected her demon aunt. She currently had no way to confirm this scheme, but she was 100% positive it was Demon Aunt’s fault. She recalled how Jason discarded her to this room wrongly. He knew it was too late because somebody walked into this hall. So he fled and left her here, not caring what would happen.
If I obtained evidence that you did this to me, whoever you are, I’ll make sure living will be a worse punishment than death!
She vowed, but honestly, she was appreciative for this mistake. Even though it wasn’t an optimal outcome, the man was gentle yet rough. Michaela did a quick examine on her body. The thin smile on her face quickly disappeared upon sighting the numerous hickeys on her body.
Bastard… what a gentle devil really. Michaela’s mouth twitched at this thought and confronted the other person lying beside her. His broad back and fit muscles was covered with scratches which troubled her. Blushing at how she damaged that skin with her own hands. Michaela felt a little bit guilty and fidgety, however, in the end she stood up while ignoring her aching body.
He was still sleeping; I better get out of here…
While she thought of this, she didn’t realize the man was actually pretending to be asleep. No matter how curious both of them were to see each other’s faces, it was a valid one-night-stand in an unwanted situation so they better respect each other’s privacy.
She briefly wore the man’s pants and t-shirt then walked out the place, not forgetting to leave a note behind.
After hearing the door closed, Jonathan began to wake up. He held the note in daze.
Such courage, she clearly represented the victim but she never complained.
He recalled her cursed to the world and chuckled. How cute… Never mind, we have our own lives to live with. It was just a one-time thing.
He then proceeded to read the letter he was holding. “Hahahaha,” Jonathan laughed to himself, amused with what was contained in the note.
It was not long before he bent over from laughing. He composed himself by breathing in and out, then he put on a scheming face.
“Heh,” Jonathan wore a dark grin before he got up and dressed himself.
“Dear Fallen Angel,
You don’t recognize me, I don’t recognize you. Thanks for saving me. I’ll make it up to you somehow in the future. However, may we not see each other again in the future?
–The Unlucky Victim”