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Mikhail despised himself for how his body reacted to what she was doing to him.

Smoldering hot pussy around his cock like a clenched fist, her hips rotating repeatedly. There was nothing he wanted more was to push her down and fuck her ruthlessly for raping him. “What are you scared of, baby?” She cocked her head to the side, all while she increased her pace.

A moan escaped Mikhail and his cock throbbed within her depths, which only encouraged the woman to continue with her assault. Tears slipped from his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. “Get off me, you psycho bitch.” He bit down on his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Instead of becoming disgusted or even lightheaded at the sight, she flicked her tongue over the small injury.

"There, there." Rusalka said and bucked herself forward, continuing to use his body regardless of whether he wanted it or not. Mikhail craved to do something, anything, but he was ultimately helpless due to how her figure pinned him down to his bed. He had been so stupid to trust that she wouldn't do anything—

"Ah, ah—fucking shit," Mikhail's face flushed from the amount of embarrassment he had from giving her the opportunity to do such a thing to him. "You're a cunt, this is why I hate women—" A gasp escaped him once her hand clawed around his throat, which restricted his airflow.

"Oh? You hate women?" The seductive woman questioned while she rode him harder, the squelching of her cunt echoing throughout the bedroom. She paid no mind to the fact that the others could very well hear them if they were any louder. "Why is your cock buried in one then?"

Mikhail couldn't believe she had the audacity to say that, especially when she was all too aware of the fact this wasn't agreed on. "Don't play that shit with me, cunt—" He frowned, which earned a smack from her. The slightly older man cried out from the contact and his cock throbbed shamelessly inside her, as if it had a mind of its own.

"Don't be like that, just let this happen." Her voice would soothe him if his stomach wasn't full of despair, swallowed by self-loathing. He despised every second of this, every second his cock slid in and out of her cunt. It should've been stuck within an ass, not—not this!

He sobbed once more and released a sweet noise that further encouraged her. She roamed her hands along his body, appreciating every inch of his appearance. "You're adorable when you're weeping like that. You're so desperate." Rusalka chuckled and bounced herself again, her pussy tightened around his shaft.

Bile swam in his throat before he swallowed it whole, and Mikhail was suddenly aware of all the filth etched upon his frame the longer she paid attention to him—the same way a spider would with a fly, and if she were a spider, Rusalka would be the black widow. "I'm going to turn you straight, baby."

Mikhail's eyes snapped open wide. "Wait, wait, no—no! You can't do that—" He squirmed beneath her like a worm would, but she already had him caught—there was no escaping her. He sniffled louder this time and he was sure at least two people were awake, and he wondered if they cared enough to save him. "Please—Please stop!" He was embarrassed to be begging, but was there truly any other way?

The humiliation was in vain, as she didn't cease her movements.

"I hate you, fuck you, you cunt—you ruined my life!" She slapped him across the face and he was rendered utterly useless beneath her as she jumped up and down his cock like a pogo stick. "No, no—" He went completely quiet after a moment, as he realized how pointless it was. There was nothing he could've done to prevent what happened to him.

"I love you so much, baby. Isn't my cunt so warm and tight around your cock? It feels amazing, doesn't it?" Rusalka laughed gently and continued to fuck herself on his cock, her pussy walls sucking him in further. Mikhail's stomach lurched the moment he realized he was close to finishing inside her, and all he could do was take it. "Mhmm, that's it. Just accept it. Accept the fact you need a woman in your life."

The concept sickened him, and tears streamed down his features as it burned itself within his skull. "You're a man, aren't you? Not some pansy, right?" She quirked up an eyebrow and admired how miserable he was. Mikhail sniffled and shifted subconsciously, melting further within her pussy. "Don't fool yourself, I'm doing this for your own good.”

Rusalka pressed herself down until he was hilted inside her, and she treasured the sight of pure anxiety on his face. “You don't need cock, baby. You need me. You need cunt.” One hand was stationed on his neck, whereas the other one held his thigh. Her fingers dug into his flesh, the bruises a reminder of his new life. “Maybe I should tell the other girls about your little problem, hmm?”

Mikhail wanted to utter something out, but his throat was raw from how harsh his tears were. So, he remained silent beneath her, reduced into a personal dildo for her sick desires. A smirk was stretched across her lips due to the fact she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. “That's it, baby. Forget all about men. Surrender yourself with me. Surrender to happiness.” Rusalka hummed gently, warping his mind further.

With enough rutting of her hips, a final moan escaped Rusalka and her cunt squeezed his cock with so much force, she drained his balls within her. Mikhail's being shuddered with pure disgust from the fact he had creampied his rapist—he had filled her fertile womb with all his seed, and that was… oddly satisfying. He blinked, existing in the aftermath of his orgasm.

He wasn't sure how long he spent under her, but he remembered vomiting when she revealed the positive pregnancy test.