I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 57: What did I do?

⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️: smut, non-con and gruesome abuse

"Harry?" I asked barely above a whisper when I feel the presence of another person climbing on the bed.

I'm practically still asleep. My mind is still cloudy and foggy and I still feel like I'm stuck in a cloud of euphoria. Like I'm stuck in a drug induced paralysis. It feels like there's boulders sitting on my eyelids, so I'm not even going to bother to try and open them. Fuck, it feels like there's an entire bus parked on top of my body.

A sudden shiver runs through my body and I realize the blanket that Harry had draped over my naked body has been removed. Why'd he take the blanket off of me?

"Daddy?" I manage to mumble out, but he doesn't respond to me.

I feel my legs being spread apart and lifted up high above my head, so my body is bent in half. Since I have no energy to move, or ask him what he's doing, I let him do it. Maybe he's going to give me more of him now. I always want more of him even when I'm practically unconscious.

I was right.

He's going to give me more of him.

I know that because he started pressing into me, slipping in easily since I'm still stretched out.

It feels so good to be full again.

When he's all the way in me he rests my legs on his shoulders and starts slowly thrusting, causing me to let out long weak moans. I feel my body shuddering as he starts to pick up speed.

"Harder, daddy," I forced myself to say. He wasn't hitting my prostate yet and it has me kind of concerned. He usually always finds it immediately.

He starts pounding harder in me, but something still doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel the same. It doesn't feel as good as it usually does. I try my hardest to focus on the way he's thrusting to figure out why it feels so different and wait...what the hell? Why does he feel...smaller? Your dick can't shrink, can it? Maybe I'm just tripping since I'm still high.

I focus all of my willpower to my arms and hands and lift my hands up to blindly find his hair since my eyes are still closed. I find his hair and lace my fingers through it, but it feels different also. Why does his hair not feel all soft and luscious like it usually does? I know what Harry feels like and this doesn't feel like him at all.

Come on Louis, open your damn eyes! What if this isn't Harry?!

I hear grunts and moans coming from the person above me. Harry does not moan like that! And that's when I forced my eyes open. Oh my fucking gosh!

THIS IS NOT HARRY!!!! I REPEAT! THIS GUY IS NOT HARRY! IT'S THE GUY THAT WORKS AT THE FRONT DESK AT THE MOTEL!

My eyes bulge out of my head and I open my mouth to scream, but he places a strong hand over my mouth and muffles my scream. The scream could have been wrongly mistaken for a moan and I think that's what he thought it was because he started thrusting faster.

"Yeah, I know you like that," he grunted as he slammed harder into me, but it still wasn't as hard as Harry fucks me.

I attempt to push the motel worker off of me, but my entire body is betraying me. Why can't I fucking move?! Harry gave me too many fucking drugs! Goddamn it!

"Lou, babe, I got you a bur...ger-WHAT THE FUCK?!"

HARRY! That's my Harry! The real Harry is here to save me! He's standing at the open room door with a bag of food and drinks in his hands. He's stood there staring at the scene in front of him with total shock. The shock soon turns to anger and like a possessed robot he drops the items in his hands and walks straight towards the bed.