Reasons for Staying
Suffice to say, it has been a /long/ while since I last uploaded something. I'm a prolific writer but not a prolific writer who finishes his stories in a timely fashion.
So, anyway, this is completely outside my comfort zone but I wanted to try and write something before I went to bed in an effort to jump-start my writing abilities for my more mainstream stories. There are no subliminal messages about my personal life as I am happily mated - this was simply an exercise. If the keywords bother you, don't read the story. I will say, however, the violence and sex do not take place upon the child.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!"
Breasts bouncing above you and wetness spreading down your cock, you buck and thrust to oblige.
"Yes! Oh, God!" Her hands go up to her nipples, pulling at them while she chomps down on her lower lip. "I'm getting closer. Don't stop." The itch in your balls tells you otherwise and you lessen your pace. Her eyes immediately fly open, filled with anger. "Don't fucking stop!" she commands, thrusting her hips to drive you deeper.
You have no choice and the itch climbs your cock and spurts into her. Gasping at your climax, you feel your spunk working its way back down around your dick. You brace yourself, knowing what's coming, but are always surprised by her paroxysms of rage.
"GODDAMMIT!" she shrieks. "Fucking worthless shit!" Her hand swings down, claws raking the side of your nose before the impact of her hand hits you full force. Struggling to pull free, her frustration turns back to you as you will your uncomplying knot to deflate and let you escape. "Get the fuck out of me!"
If it could, your tail would be so far between your legs it could well be up your asshole but there is no way she can see that as she jerks and bucks, threatening to rip off your manhood at any moment. Your temporary feeling of elation has been suppressed by fear, as usual, and you don't block her blows, knowing if you do it'll only make her more angry.
"If I get fucking pregnant because of this!"
Old bruises are hit, making you whine, which only feeds her anger. Your only bet is to close your eyes and hope they aren't gouged out. Explaining how your ears got ripped to those at work was hard enough. Explaining to your doctor why you're pissing blood was more so.
Tonight she has a special treat as she's managed to get her foot around and begins repeatedly kicking you in the armpit.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!"
A nerve is hit and your arm bursts into tingling. You want nothing more than to leave the crazy bitch but her snatch is sucking firmly on your dick and you're not sure if your knot was gone it would matter. Another kick and you feel something slipping out of, then back into, place. She mistakes your groan of anguish for another climax and kicks harder, this time aiming for your chin.
Teeth smash together, blood exploding in your mouth. Fireworks could never compare to the stars you see in your vision and, paradoxically, the urge to vomit causes you to become erect again.
Sensing your arousal, she begins bucking again. You know she's lying to herself about trying to get free from you - you've played this game too many times before. Twirling around on your dick, she's facing away from you when she grabs your balls and tries to force them inside her with every thrust. The pain makes you want to do nothing more than punch her in the back of the head but you know what would happen if you tried so you tense and wait it out.
Her tail shoots out as her orgasm comes suddenly, her cunt squeezing so forcefully on your knot the blood is pushed out, your insides feeling like they're exploding. You know this will mean another trip to the doctor, another lame-ass excuse about wrecking your bike. You know he doesn't believe it anymore than you do but there's nothing he can do outside of giving you the name of a support group and treating your wounds.
A final thrust backward, she gives a loud grunt, and climbs off you. A wet slurping accompanies your dick's exit and you can see a touch of blood mixed with semen trickling down your crippled member. Tears gather in your eyes, threatening to flow down your cheeks, but you know if you cry she'll be back for more...more of what she considers sex and love and you just can't...take...anymore.
Clumsily reaching for, and snagging, tissues from the nightstand with your numb hand, you wipe yourself, whimpering at your own touch. You have to take a piss but, knowing she's in the bathroom, your body automatically suppresses the urge. Another round of tissues dabs at the blood oozing from the scratches on your nose while your tongue brushes across loose teeth, finding at least one which will require a trip to the dentist.
You wonder, not for the first time, why you don't leave, why you don't find someone else or, even, no one else. But, no, the fear of being alone is more than you can take, even though you wouldn't be alone.
Where would you go? What would everyone else think of you?
The bed sagging as she comes back to bed makes you jump and you realize you've curled into a ball, facing away from her. Her tail moves, caressing your back as if the past ten minutes hadn't happened. You fight the urge to tremble and pray for sleep to come so you can forget all this for a while.
Why can't you just leave?
The door to the bedroom opens, a wedge of light crossing the room, almost reaching the edge of the bed to show your ruined face. In the middle of it a tiny black form stands with a limp stuffed rabbit hanging from her hand.
"Daddy, are you okay?"
"I'm fine sweety," you find yourself saying. "Go back to bed."
She pauses for a second, ears twitching, then lowering. "I love you, daddy."
"I love you, too, baby." Your ability to fight back tears is overcome and you feel hot trails burning down the sides of your face as the reason for your staying leaves to go back to sleep.