-RUTHLOW-

It had to be a mistake.

It had to be.

I moved away from Vea, and looked at her closely. Tears were still falling freely from her eyes, and an ache formed in my chest. I cupped her cheeks, and wiped some of her tears away with my thumbs.

“It’s going to be alright,” I said. “I promise you.”

“No, it isn’t,” she said, covering her hands over mine.

“I promise you,” I said again.

And she pressed her lips to mine.

There was no longer any question.

I pushed her away, and felt my stomach turning. “Vea,” I said. “You’re not thinking straight. Just stop. I’ll make sure this goes away and - “

“No! No!” she said. “This ruins everything. I can’t continue like this.”

“I’ll always be here to protect you,” I said. “You are my godchild.” And I hoped that what I said would really sink in.

Her tears didn’t seem to want to stop. “I - I - “ she said, and it struck me that she was at her breaking point. “I was born out of rape, and - “

I cupped her cheeks again, but resisted the urge to embrace her.

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“And my first encounter was also rape,” she said with a trembling voice.

“It didn’t happen,” I said.

“You don’t understand! What if I’m just going to end up like my mother? What if I can’t escape my fate? And I’ll die just like she did, and be abused just like her?”

I shook her shoulders lightly. “You’re not going to end up like Gracie.”

“I can’t - Is rape all there is to sex? I just can’t - “ Vea said, and she was completely broken. I opened my mouth again to comfort her, but her fingers touched the hem of my pants. I immediately stopped her hand.

“Vea, please,” I said.

“I have to know that everything will be alright,” she said, glaring at me through teary eyes.

“I c-can’t,” I said. “Come on. You can’t seriously be asking this of me.”

She shook her hand free from mine, and grabbed my other hand, moving it onto her chest. “Please?”

“I - “

“I have to know. I need to know.”

Fuck…

Her face was a crying mess. “If you love me, you’ll do this for me. Then we won’t ever speak of it again.”

A long pause. I sighed.

“You promise?” I said.

“I promise,” she said.

My breath was suspended in my throat, and I touched her shoulder, guiding her down across the bed. I hovered my body over hers, and watched as the tears trickled down her temples to cause wet blooms on her pillow. She covered her hand on my nape, and my hand reached down to her left thigh to pull it up.

I slid her panties halfway down her thigh, and didn’t even bother to insert my fingers into her before I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy. I sheathed myself inside her in one quick thrust, and fisted the sheets beside her head as I began to thrust into her repeatedly.

Her hand flew up to grab the headrest as I thrust into her, and she gasped at how rough I was going. Her finger reached down to her clit, and she rubbed it as I fucked her. Her tears had dried up by then, and her face was contorted in pleasure. I thrust and thrust into her, and the top of her head smacked onto the wooden above her skull with each thrust I made.

She let out moans of pleasure and pain, and my nails dug deep into the skin on her left inner thigh as I held it up to fuck her well. Her breasts moved to the thrusting, and in a few minutes, my cock shot its load inside her pussy.