The Vessel by Selena Moore
Chapter 8
A little before midnight she was going back to Kratos's bed after making a cup of herbal tea to battle her insomnia when she heard it. A woman's soft moans echoing in the silence. It was coming from the laundry room and curiosity drew her closer. The door was left ajar and she saw them before they did, her heartbeat now skyrocketing. The cup dropped to the floor, and Marcus turned first, locking eyes with her. Luna didn't seem the least bit fazed by the intrusion.
“Come join us, babe,” he invited.
“Fuck you, Marcus,” she shouted, turning on her heel and walking away.
He came after her not a moment later. “What the fuck was that? Are you fucking jealous now?”
“I thought you said nobody breeds her at this point, Marcus. I guess the joke's on me, right?”
“I wasn’t talking about myself, Emmanuella. Luna and I have been lovers way before you came along.”
“So this is how you see me, too? Like a cum bucket?I trusted you, you fucking bastard.”
“Trust is for children. You, my love, are a soldier.”
“Don’t fucking patronize me, you asshole. I’ve had it with your arrogant, self-absorbed ass. Don't come near me again.”
“I’m afraid that's not going to happen, love,” Marcus said to her back. “You are bound by the Hub’s rules, don’t you forget that. Soon, you will be begging for my cock.”
She turned around, her eyes filled with fire. “The fuck I am. You just pulled out of another woman’s pussy!”
“Since when fucking other people became a problem, Em? I watch you fuck every single man under this roof. You don’t hear me complaining, do you? Besides, you get off on the attention, don’t you dare deny that.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you, you, selfish, ignorant prick!”
“I’ve watched how you are with the men, Emma, I know what turns you on. Now, let's get back to my room and we can have Luna watch as I fuck your sweet little pussy.”
It was the look of utter disgust she shot him that hurt him the most. “You can go right back to fucking her for all I care. I am sick of being your fucktoy. At least with all the other men, I know where I stand.”
“Have it your way, darlin’. I would never force any woman if she wasn’t into it.”
Pulse racing, she headed straight for the gardens to calm down. Once there, the soothing, tranquil environment of freely flowing water and beautiful, lush plants and all kinds of greenery almost immediately calmed her, taking the stress away. When she went back to Kratos’s quarters a while later, he wasn’t there. She noticed a handwritten note left on the bed.
Meet me in the blue room.
Fight with Marcus now almost forgotten, she quickly used the bathroom to freshen up, and soon she was standing right outside the blue room, its door standing wide open. She took an unsure step forward, expecting the lights to turn on, then suddenly, the door behind her slammed shut and her heart almost skipped a bit.
Darkness claimed her and her senses caught fire, instantly alight with anticipation. Silence reigned as her heartbeat thudded inside her ears. Where was Kratos?
Strong arms suddenly grabbed her by the throat, clutching her tight against a hard chest, and she was ready to scream when a ballgag was thrust inside her mouth and a blindfold tied around her eyes. "I need to know you'll be quiet,” the voice said and Emmanuella tried her damnedest to identify it, all to no avail. Perhaps Kratos was a lot more resourceful than she had originally thought and was using some kind of voice-altering device. Was this a game of his?
The man dragged her with him and soon she found herself with her head bent over soft fabrics. “Will you be a good girl and stay silent so I can take the gag off?”
She nodded and only then did he remove it, slowly, almost certain that she wouldn’t try to run.
"Good girl."
The sound of discarded clothing filled her ears, his labored breath, the outline of his cock against her back, pulsing, probing, then she was pushed on a seat of some sort and strapped down, face-up on a leathery surface. Her legs were yanked open, the sheer force of the act stirring her most base of emotions.
She didn’t fight his strong, manipulating arms when her clothing was moved to the side, didn't fight him when she felt a cool liquid being spread across her labia and ass. This wasn’t the first time the men fucked her while she was tied down.
When she was securely pinned in place, the man spoke again, his voice smooth as silk, yet she still had no idea who he was. “Try to relax, I am not going to hurt you.”
Emmanuella’s heart thudded in her chest and she held her breath as she prepared for whatever her mystery captor had in mind. She felt it then, something ridged and thick penetrating her pussy while another, a much smoother one was slowly inserted inside her anus. “Don’t try to fight, you will only be making it harder to accept.”
The man used the toys expertly, moving them in and out of her body with careful consideration and when he deemed her ready enough, he squirted more lube onto her and coated his hand with it. “I am going to make you come like you've never come before,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps all over her exposed skin, all the places he'd touched.
He extracted the plug from her pussy and fingered her, leisurely pushing his fingers inside her while she writhed and moaned in the dark, her assailant ruthless in exerting his dominance.
She had known firsthand how well endowed Kratos was but this, this sensation went past anything she had ever experienced before. He had never taken the time to make her come with anything other than his cock and despite it being so impressive in size, she still found it hard to climax from penetration alone. The man squirted more lube on his hand and moved his fingers with increasing ease, penetrating her oiled pussy inch by inch, until he had eased his whole fist inside of her and her moans filled the dark room. “In case you're wondering, that is my fist going in and out of your pussy, Emmanuella .You are going to feel this.”
Her moans filled the darkness as her captor fisted her mercilessly and when it was all too much, she let herself over to the emotions of being completely and utterly filled, stretched to capacity and her senses caught fire as her body struggled to accommodate the intrusion.
“Not a single word,” the man repeated, moving his fist slowly in and out of her swollen lips. “Feels good, doesn't it?” the man whispered as he withdrew all the way, then pushed inside her again, his hand now lost in her depths and he growled a low, guttural growl, one of pure satisfaction.
Her moans were louder now, as he manipulated his way inside her body and soon she was shaking under him. Then something stimulated her clit, the vibrations making her tingle, and then she was panting, her whole body shuddering as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, illicit pleasure claiming her, spreading through every cell.
“Fucking heaven. I told you you'd feel me,” he growled, pulling his hand from her and then easily shoving it back inside her gaping hole, her ragged breathing music to his ears. “You love being stretched this far, don’t you, sweetheart?” It was that endearment that gave him away and Emmanuella suddenly tried to fight, to break free from the straps holding her down. “Easy now, I don’t want to hurt you.”
He sensed the change in her and pulled out, her musky scent filling her nostrils as he moved to undo her bindings. Then, before she even had a chance to chase after him, the door clicked shut and she tore the blindfold off, her knees still weak in the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced, the realization that maybe it was Marcus who had just used her like that and not Kratos more than she could take. When she finally found her way to the door, the hallways were all empty and there was no sign of the mystery man anywhere.
It was a lot later when she had returned to Kratos’s quarters that he came into the room and found her sleeping naked under the covers. He climbed into the bed and got on top of her, straddling her hips. She woke up to his large hands stroking her breasts and he slipped two of his fingers inside her, feeling her moisture run down her soft thighs.
“Where were you? You know I don't like it when I don't find you in my bed at night.”
“I was in the blue room. Right where you told me to be.”
“What are you talking about? I never told you that.”
“But you left me a note. To meet you there.”
“I just returned from the surface, Emmanuella, we lost several men tonight.”
“But I thought—”
A long stretch of silence. “Who was with you?”
“It was dark, I never saw who it was.”
“Well, better check with me next time you get a message like that. I always fuck when the mood strikes, I don't leave notes lying around.”
She never told him that maybe Marcus was exactly the man who had just shoved his whole entire fist inside her cunt making her come so hard she had almost passed out. No, that only remained to be proven.