Stalk Me Mr Stalker

63) Choke, puke, and cüm

Clara chokes, her stomach turning almost immediately after the fresh pee settles in it.
Disgust rises in an act of rebellion from the pits of her stomach, demanding to be free of the foreign fluids still flowing in it.

"Ughh!" she chokes, scratching his hips and trying to hold her breath at the same time to avoid suffocation.

This isn't what she had in mind when he asked her to come in. Anything but drinking pee.
No matter how much she wants his attention and is willing to be used by him just so she can stay at the top of the pyramid, this act is something Clara had not anticipated and she finds it repulsive.
But because of her bodily weakness, she cannot pose any danger to King as he continues emptying his bladder in her body like she is a damn mobile toilet.

The muffled screams overlap with the water hitting the floor but he can hear them perfectly. He lets go of her hair to comb back his dripping mass out of his face just so he can get a clearer look at Clara's struggles.

"Beautiful," King breathes watching her tears being washed away by the water that is falling on their bodies.

He notices the healing scratch marks on his thighs for he could not feel them from how numb his body still felt after the coma.

"Oh! You scratched me?"
He runs a finger on the thin trail of blood, letting the water run over it to reveal his perfectly healed skin. "Now I'm more angry Clara."

He takes out his cöck from her mouth and she collapses at his feet.
"Get up," he says in a calm voice.

"Give me a- give me a min- just a-"

"I don't want to wait."

King doubles over and grabs Clara's blonde hair before yanking it upwards to force her to her knees once more. "You will do as I tell you without hesitation or I will throw your ass out of the fücking window!" King hisses gripping her lips with his free hand.
He snorts seeing her tears and her fear. "So you're afraid? Do you think I can do that? I want an honest answer."

Indeed, Clara is terrified by the threat.
She knows that such a fall will break more than her heart. She might even die.

As she is about to shake her head, King's face tightens and he shoves three fingers in her mouth, grasping her tongue.
"If you want to say no with this expression, you might make me pull out this lying tongue. At least make it believable."

From the pain coming from beneath her tongue, Clara is more certain that he will pull it out compared to throwing her off of the building.
She has to correct her answer if she wants to live longer.

Has she not seen what Alpha is capable of when he made her clean Luna after he had dissected her alive?
In the end, she gives a nod, closing her eyes not to see her tongue being yanked out should the answer dissatisfy King.

The pressure decreases till eventually, it goes away entirely. But King doesn't let go of her tongue; he instead slides it out of her drooling mouth.
"How did it taste? I've never drank it before so you might as well tell me how it tasted."
He grins bringing his semihard cöck against Clara's cheek. "Did you like it?"

The spark in his mismatched eyes tells her that he will kïll her if she doesn't praise his pee while his words encourage her to be honest.
"Guu'," she answers with her tongue still out even though she hates the warm water making its way down her throat as if helping her wash away the previous filth.

"That's good to hear. Hahaha!" He throws his head back to face the showerhead busy gushing out water in such high pressure. He lets it fall on his features directly while smacking Clara's with his hardening cöck.

Using Clara like a toilet has oddly awakened something evil inside of him that is stating its presence through his erection.
He wants to degrade her some more just to relieve himself of this anger bubbling in his chest from being wounded that badly till he was in a coma.

How can he accept that his body is still weaker than Alpha's? How can he accept that Luna had played him and now she isn't even here to apologize?

With every contact, Clara feels him hardening more and more.
She turns her eyes to study the monstrous cöck smacking and rubbing on her face and gulps hard.

"From today, you will receive more of that whenever I feel like it. Can you handle this important task?" King asks, tapping the screen on the wall and turning off the water.
"If you want me to keep you here, you need to prove your worth. Isn't that right?

Gulping again, Clara nods luffing her eyes at King. With the water gone, she can hold his gaze for longer for the sake of elevating the erotic sparks she is hopelessly making between them.

And if works. But not because of her determination or submission, no.
It only works because King realizes that, for once, he would like to see Luna submitting to him of her free will and kneeling in front of him like this, offering her mouth for him to use.

The thought of such a thing happening brings King to a full erection.
"Open up. I won't be gentle with you just because you're still human. You agreed to-" he begins pushing his rock hard erection past Clara's lips, "-serve me knowing damn well what- urgh!" King grunts as the warmth and wetness of her mouth get to him.

The deeper he goes, the more the heat becomes intense until his tip feels like it will melt in her throat.

"Every morning, you will come find me and drink my fücking owe because that is all you're good for."

As he attempts to push his whole length into her mouth, Clara's eyes squeeze shut tightly, ejecting more tears as her throat expands forcefully.
Why is it like this?
The last time she took it in, it hadn't felt this big or this long.

'Has it grown while he was in a coma?' It is the only reason she can come up with.
But the truth is that he is overly excited by the mental image of Luna being an obedient pet just once.

'Oh my gawd! I feel like I'm going to die. Why is it so big? I don't want to do this. Make it stop, please.'

But with King, there is no stopping until he is fully done with her. How can he when she is making him think of Luna in this position?

As he pulls back to make his first thrust, Clara's fingernails dig into the flesh of the back of his thighs. She retches but he ignores anything and everything she does and rams into her mouth like a bull fighting its opponent.

'Hold it in. Hold it in, Clara.'

It works for the first three thrusts as she tries to distract her mind by filling it with all the irrelevant things in life. But on the fourth thrust, her stomach grows loose and overwhelmed.
Everything in it is pushed up the pipe to vacate it due to the disgust in her throat.

As King withdraws to prepare for another maddening thrust, he draws out more than just his cöck.
Her puke comes spilling from her mouth and nose, and some rushes back down to her stomach. "Mmmnngh!" she muffles helplessly trying to get King off of her mouth as she comes from the disgusting fluids still struggling to leave her stomach.

But the beast hovering above her doesn't care.
He simply turns the shower back on to wash the filth from his crotch and even gets some soap from the dispenser just to get rid of the horrid stench that has now filled the cubicle.

There is no stopping until he cums.