The Apocalypse

21

Maurits carried the slumbering Maeve into his home without uttering a single word. Sophie, understanding the need for a moment of solitude, motioned for the boys to leave him be.
"Let's just leave him for now," Sophie whispered, her voice laced with empathy. She recognized that Maurits needed time to process his emotions, to confront the reality of how close he had come to losing Maeve.
Dylan nodded, a solemn expression etched upon his face. "I understand. If he truly loves her, he came dangerously close to losing her," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon them all, the realization that their actions had almost resulted in irreversible tragedy.
"But shooting that woman right away..." Dylan's voice trailed off, uncertainty coloring his words. He struggled to reconcile the necessity of their actions with the ethical implications of taking a life.
"She was mad, beyond saving," Derek interjected, his voice tinged with a hint of conviction. He had witnessed the madness within the woman they had encountered, recognizing that there was little they could have done to help her.
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Maurits gently laid Maeve on the bed, the softness of the mattress cradling her as she stirred from her slumber. Leaning over her, he brushed his lips against her forehead, a tender gesture that contrasted with the darkness in his voice.
"Darling," he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of love and a hint of something more foreboding. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his intense stare. A shiver ran down her spine as she sensed the shift in his demeanor.
"You still have to face your punishment," he whispered, his tone carrying an undercurrent of darkness that sent a chill through her.
As he slowly spread her legs, he crawled over her, his lips attacking hers with hunger. Their lips clashed together as he began to rub her covered pussy.
She moaned softly within the kiss, her pleasure echoing through the air as he delicately moved his lips from hers to trace a trail of kisses along her neck. Each tender touch ignited a spark of desire within her, her body responding to his every gesture.
"I don't want to hear a sound from you. No moans, no screams, nothing." He ordered her. "Every time I hear something, I will stop," he whispered before he gently pushed two fingers into her. Maeve threw her head back, biting her lip in an attempt to stifle any sound from escaping her lips.
He pulled off her clothes, his fingers continuing their rhythmic dance deep inside of her. As he tasted the heat of her desire, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, gently biting into it. She gasped, a mixture of pleasure and surprise escaping her lips as his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. Annoyed by the sound, he growled softly, withdrawing his fingers from her.
She looked up at him with eyes brimming with innocence, a stark contrast to her current state of passionate abandon. Despite the overt display of her desires, her gaze held an air of purity. Sensing her vulnerability, he tenderly licked his fingers, a gesture that further ignited her arousal.
"You need to listen. I told you no sound." He told her with a smirk as he pushed his tip inside of her cunt. She placed her hand over her mouth, attempting to stifle her moans, while he firmly grasped her hand before thrusting deep inside of her. Her mouth opened, yet not a single sound escaped her lips, only breathless pants of excitement.
"That is it, my darling." He praised her as he began to move in and out of her. His eyes remained fixed on her face, meticulously memorizing every fleeting emotion that she displayed. Her facial expression revealed the amalgamation of sensations Maurits was evoking within her during this profound and blissful moment.
"You are enjoying your punishment?" He questioned as he grabbed her hips turning her around on her stomach pushing deep inside of receiving a moan from her. He rolled his eyes pulling out of her. She whimpered at the loss of his thrusts.
"Shh." He shushed her as he locked down at her cunt clamming around nothing. He leaned down and sensually licked up all her juices before plunging back inside her with an intense force, pounding her mercilessly. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she pressed her head into the cushion, nearly suffocating herself in an effort to stifle any audible sounds. His groans escaped his lips as he felt her walls clenching tightly around his cock. She was on the brink of climax, but he was not yet prepared to push her over that exhilarating edge.
He slowed his pace, teasingly drawing out each powerful thrust, savoring the electrifying tension between them. With each measured movement, he skillfully caressed her most sensitive spots, driving her closer to the precipice of ecstasy. Her body quivered, desperately yearning for release, as he expertly manipulated her pleasure.
Gazing deeply into her eyes, he whispered, "Not yet, my love. I want to prolong this exquisite torture." His words washed over her, further fueling the intense desire that consumed her.
She surrendered herself to his will, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body. With every withheld moan and restrained gasp, her anticipation grew, the intensity building with each passing second. It was a delicious torture, a symphony of raw desire and unspoken longing.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of passion and restraint. The room was filled with the symphony of their bodies colliding, the symphony of their hidden desires. As their climax loomed closer, he increased the rhythm, pushing her to the edge of rapture, his own need echoing in each powerful thrust.
But just as they reached the precipice, he abruptly slowed down again, denying her release once more. Their eyes locked, a mixture of frustration and desperate longing passing between them. It was a game they both willingly played, a dance of control and surrender.
Until his words cut the tension. The build up climax could be released.
"Cum with me, my darling." He whispered in her ears kissing the nape of her neck as he filled her with his juices. Her own juices slipped out her cunt onto the mattress.
"You are making a mess, darling," he muttered, a mischievous smirk adorning his lips. A deep blush immediately engulfed her cheeks as she instinctively turned her head to the side, her embarrassment evident.
"Facking adorable," he murmured under his breath, his voice laced with a combination of amusement and desire. His gaze lingered on her flushed face, captivated by her endearing reaction to his teasing remark.
With a gentle touch, he caressed her cheek, his fingers trailing lightly along her heated skin. The tender gesture caused her to tremble, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursing through her veins.