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Rafferty

I watch her go, hand in hand with him. Looking every inch the sacrificial lamb my family have turned her into. Have moulded her into.

She used to have spark, tenacity, she used to be a whirlwind of colour. But now, now she’s flat, muted. Completely and utterly monotone.

I shake my head, wondering for a second if all of this is worth it. All this scheming, this planning, this manipulation. We’re all in way over our heads, we’re all slowly drowning, but there’s nothing to do now but play it out and see who walks away and who doesn’t.

Maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t remember. It certainly makes it more fun for me.

Little minx.

My lips curl more at the thought of how she offered herself on a plate, how she took me. How she gobbled me down.

I know this isn’t part of the plan, that there were rules, strict instructions as to what was and was not permitted. I was to be a shadow here, a watcher. I was to observe from a distance and only step in when everything was set.

What I’ve done today will have implications. Ones I’ll have to answer for at some point.

But damn, will it be worth it.

And now that she’s crossed this line, I’m going to use her. I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, fuck her cunt too. I’ll enjoy every little piece of her, just the way my father and brother already have, only, I won’t need to drug her to do it.

No, the little bird will come crawling back.

She’ll come willingly.

I palm my cock, already storing up the image of her. Perhaps I expected more of a fight, more resistance, though I’m glad she didn’t, considering Alexander all but walked in on us.

I doubt he’d be forgiving if he saw his wife choking on my cock, no matter how many times he’s let our father use her like that.

I’m hard despite the fact I came only a few minutes ago.

With a glance around, I pull my cock back out.

I know I’m alone. The only people that come to this part of the woods are myself and the groundskeeper.

I know he’s on the other side of the island today dealing with some bullshit I couldn’t care less about.

Fuck knows what brought Alexander here.

Perhaps he watched her from the house. Perhaps he saw his drugged up little wife meandering along until she disappeared into the big dark woods and found her way right into my open arms.

I smirk, grabbing hold of myself, pulling my jeans more open so I can get a better grip.

“Fucking slut.” I groan as I shut my eyes. Not that she really is one. At least, not through choice.

My balls ache. I massage my cock with one hand, wondering if I asked nicely, would she suck my balls too? I guess I don’t really need to ask, do I? One word from me and she’ll be there, begging for my help again, offering all three holes for me to do as I like.

I groan again, wondering if her cunt will feel as good as I imagine it to be.

I got a good look at her the other day. My father was of course gawking over her as she lay naked in that bath, like his pudgy hands haven’t fouled her flesh enough.

How Alexander can stand it I don’t know. I get him letting his friends use her, at least on some level. But our dad too? Seeing his grey, wrinkly body slamming into hers? No fucking thank you.

I snarl, almost losing my hard-on from the thought of him, of her, of them having sex, be it consensual or not.

“Little Bird.” I grunt, picturing her tits, picturing how hard her nipples were with those bubbles just about covering them.

Next time I get her alone, I’ll cover her skin in my come. Cover her pretty face too. I’ll mark all of her that way.

Then she can run away, desperate to wash it off before my damned brother sees the mess I made of his little wife.

I run my hand up my cock, visualising her there, back on her knees, begging for me to help her.

I can see her, her blue eyes wide, imploring me, her full lips quivering with fear and desperation, those delicate little tears running down her cheeks.

Yeah, she’ll cry a lot more by the time I’m done with her.

I start pumping harder, faster, that vision of her morphing.

Now she’s laid out in front of me, sprawled in the dirt, her dress is gone, as is her fear.

She’s touching herself, writhing, begging me to take her, begging me to show her what it feels like to be with a real man, one who doesn’t have to incapacitate her to get what he wants.

“That’s it, Little Bird.” I gasp. “Show me how much you want me…”

She’s moaning, mewling, spreading her legs wider, fucking herself with her fingers as she cries out my name. Mine. Not Alexander’s.

“Fuck,” I roar as my balls clench, as my mind explodes, as everything in my head goes silent for one beautiful, incredible second.

My hips jerk, my come spurting out. Hot strips of it land on the bark of the tree but in my head, it’s covering her, and she’s loving it. She’s rubbing her breasts, bathing her body in my seed, shoving her fingers back inside herself and using it as lube, like she isn’t wet enough already.

“Scarlett,” Her name slips past my lips. Her real name. I don’t like saying it. It feels too formal, too serious. And it reminds me of the fact that she is his wife.

With my hand, I use the trunk to hold myself up, and I pump away, keeping that feeling going on and on.

If she were here now, I’d have her licking this all up. I’d have her on her knees, cleaning every leaf, every bit of moss. All of it.

But there’s time for that.

She may only have a few weeks left on this earth if my brother gets his way, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do all the things I want. All the things I’ve imagined doing to her between now and then.