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❝ my sire line is broken. ❞
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WHAT DO YOU CALL AN ANIMAL THAT OFFERS ITSELF TO BE EATEN? A martyr? A weakling? No. A beast gaining the rare agency to stop. Yes—the period in that sentence is what makes us human, the period in the sentence lets us stop in order to keep going.
Because submission, Enola learned, was also a kind of power. To be inside of pleasure, Klaus needed her. She had a choice, a craft, whether he ascends or falls depends on her willingness to make room for him. Because you cannot rise without having something to rise over. Submission does not require elevation in order to control. And she was definitely in control. She lowered her head as she put his cock into her mouth. She peered up at him through her lashes, watching his chest rise and fall in pleasure. After a while, she finally moves. And he follows. When she swayed this way, he swerved along. She looked up at him as if looking at a kite, his entire body tied to the teetering world of her head.
He loves me, he loves me not—that is what you are taught to say as you tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love is to arrive through obliteration. And everyone craves to be obliterated. Especially when it is your own choice. By then, violence was already mundane to Enola and Klaus. It is what they ultimately knew of love. He pulled her up and pushed her down on the bed before slowly climbing behind her. He knocked her knees wider before lining his cock up with her entrance. She cried out in pleasure as he slowly pushed inside of her until they were wholly connected. It felt good to name what was already happening to her all her life. She was being fucked up by choice. In his grip, she had a say in how she would be taken apart. And it felt incredible.
Klaus ruthlessly pounded into Enola from behind. They were not currently using a condom. She was already pregnant with his child. It wasn't like she could get pregnant again. Though they had unanimously decided that they would be taking preventive measures to make sure this would not happen for a third time. Two kids was certainly enough for them. Especially because they had trouble protecting one from the dangers of the world. Two kids is going to be difficult, but three would be damn near impossible.
"There is something I need to talk to you about," Klaus panted.
"Right now?" Enola scoffed in exasperation. "We can have a conversation when I am able to look you in the eye."
Klaus pulled all the way out of Enola immediately. She went to question him only to be flipped onto her back with him hovering over her. Before she was able to complain about lack of touch, his cock was forcing its way back into her dripping cunt. He made sure to keep eye contact with her as he fucked her as if to make some sort of point she didn't care to acknowledge.
