Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

PART 1 - Continued

Michael used one arm to keep you pinned as the other grabbed the knife holding it to your throat. You immediately got silent, shaking as you knew this was a warning. "No.. p-please! I'm sorry!" You begged, hoping he'd put the knife back in his suit pocket. He let out a small grunt and nudged the knife into your neck, warning you to behave. You heaved as you watched him put the knife back into his pocket and his hand continued where he left off, tracing the lips of your covered pussy and the mound above.

Silent sobs exited your sealed lips as you knew he could snap your neck in a second. Suddenly, Michael then dragged you towards the mattress, throwing you on roughly. You took this opportunity to try and scramble away from him. You felt a large strong hand grip your ankle as he yanked you down the bed. You screamed horribly, kicking and thrashing trying to get free. He kneeled down to where his shins were on the floor and loomed over you, your legs resting on his hips. He used his hands to pin yours on top of your head.

He reached for his knife in a threatening manner, your breathing picking up. "N-no! I'm sorry, please!!" He narrowed his eyes at your submissiveness and removed one hand, keeping the other that was pinning your hands above your head. He then begins to trace his hand up your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. Dammit why did I have to wear a skirt today?

He moves your panties to the side as he gently rubs your slit and your entrance. "Please stop!! Please!" You begged. He ignored you, his fingers prodding your entrance but never fully going in. He looked up at you, watching as tears rushed down your face. Your eyes were shut tightly and your lips quivered. He looked back down, feeling your slick between his fingers. He smirked lightly under the mask and slowly entered a finger inside of your tight, virgin hole.

Your eyes snapped open as you began to thrash wildly side to side, trying desperately to get his finger out. He thrusts his finger inside you roughly, a horrid scream leaving your lips. He gives you a stare as if to say "behave or else."

He looked down at your glistening pussy, watching his finger rutting inside you. He added another one and quickened the pace, scissoring your hole. "F-FUCK IT HURTS!" You yelled, your tiny hole stretching to fit his huge fingers. He pulled his fingers out and began to unzip his once navy blue suit, now drenched in dried blood. His huge cock springs out, hitting just below his belly button. Your eyes went impossibly wide, knowing that ain't gonna fit.

He continues to pin you down as he uses his free hand to glide the head of his cock between your folds. Your clit twitches, begging to have some pleasure. "P-Please no! It's not going to fit!" He looked up at your face and back down at your pussy as he lined himself up with your entrance. You yanked your arms down trying to break free but he tightened his grip in a painful way. He begins to move his hips forward, trying to enter you but your tiny hole is too tight.

He suddenly begins to dry hump you, slowly working his way in. You wailed as the tip of his cock popped inside you, your hymen tearing to fit its width. "OUCH! YOU'RE HURTING ME PLEASE STOP!" Michael ignored you, his gaze set on his cock with his tip inside. He begins to roughly move his hips forward, trying to force his shaft in. "Stop!! Ah! No! You're going to tear me in two! Please! It's not going to fit!" You sobbed, tears flowing down your face. Sobs and hiccups left your dry lips as he stopped to look down. His eyes narrowed when he saw you haven't even taken half of him yet.

He looked up at your face, trying to figure out how to fit his whole shaft inside you. He watched as your eyes were clenched shut and your nails were digging into the skin of your hands. He finally lets your hands go and they fly to his chest, trying to push his weight off you. He leans down to where his elbows are by your head. He wraps his arms around you and buries his masked face in the crook of your neck. You hear him moaning and groaning, his body trembling at your gummy walls strangling his cock. Suddenly, a horrific scream exits your mouth as Michael snaps his hips into yours, shoving his whole length inside you. "AHHHHH" Take it out! Take it out!" You cry out as your hands push his sides and rib cage, trying to push him off you. You feel as if he's split you in two. You dare to look down and almost faint at the sight.

You see a bump in your lower tummy, just below your bellybutton, in the shape of Michael's shaft. He sits up to where his weight is resting on his hands in missionary. "Fuck!!! Your cock is too big! Please take it out! You're going to kill me!" You begged. His hands grabbed the mattress by your sides, gripping it until his knuckles turned white.

He feels as his cock twitches with every squeeze from your tight walls. He begins to pull out but the tightness of your pussy almost makes him collapse. "Ouch! Please!" He fights every nerve in him to not drill you into the mattress and waits until your body gets used to him. Meanwhile, he begins to gently trace his right hand on your breasts, playing with your nipples. Your chest heaved up and down as your body was trying to get used to Michael's massive cock buried balls deep inside you.
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