Hi, this is the fifth story I’ve posted
Warning, this one is not for everyone! I tried my best to appropriately tag it, and if this story doesn’t sound like it’s for you, that’s fine! This is very different from all of my other stories, so you may enjoy those more!
This one’s essentially the depraved thoughts of a man, upon seeing a beautiful young girl.
This is 100% fiction, and I do not condone the acts portrayed in this story.
If you have any feedback, or comments, please let me know! I would love to hear what you think.
Now, the story.
First, I would stalk you for a while, learn your habits, your routine, your fertility cycle. I would wait for exactly the right moment, for it to be dark, and you all alone.
Maybe your walking home, maybe you are home, but alone, and forgot to lock the door. I would seize my opportunity, and strike.
I would grab you from behind, covering you mouth with my hand, and squeezing your neck with my arm. The last thing you would see before passing out, is the back seat of my car.
You would wake up in a dark room, with seemingly no source of light. You wouldn’t be constrained, and you would still have your clothes though. Your eyes would begin to adjust, but by the time they do, it would be too late. You would discover you weren’t alone, I was with you.
I would chase, and pounce on you, like a lion pounces on a gazelle. I would pin you to the ground using my body, as I would tear, and pull your clothes off.
As soon as your pussy is exposed, I would align my length, and savor the look of terror and dread in your eyes. Without any mercy, I would force myself all the way into you, until my pelvis presses against yours. If you’re a virgin, I would have destroyed your hymen, and be using your virginal blood as lubricant.
As I thrust into you, with one hand, I would grope your boobs, and squeeze your nipples, while I hold your head close to me with my other hand, licking all over your face, and neck, tasting the saltiness of your tears, and sweat.
Eventually, I would be overwhelmed by the pleasures of raping you.
I would force you to look directly into my eyes, as I thrust one final time, pressing my cock against your cervix, and unloading a torrent of potent cum. I would make sure today was a fertile day, so that all my seed deep inside of you, would be sure to make your belly, and boobs swell.
When I finally empty the last of myself deep into your pussy, I would collapse onto you, keeping you pinned under me. I would use your body as a bed, pillow, and cocksleave.
That would begin your first day as my personal breeding stock. You’re not my first breeding cattle, and you won’t be my last, but until the day you stop being fertile, you will always have my seed growing inside of you.
I think I can get 20 kids out of you, what do you think?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kxx8hs/what_i_would_do_to_you_mf_first_person_noncon
Lame
Constructive criticism?
– Show, not tell.
– Dialogue.
– Show emotions. Feels like a description of events unfolding as opposed to events experienced.