A stalker's wet dream. (Non-con request)

There's no such thing as luck. They use it to describe a large amount of probabilities all occuring at once. In your case, they'd call this an unlucky situation to be in.

It was planned from the start, from the moment i set eyes on you. Your petite figure, gentle with everything you touched. Your voice still repeats in my head. Your scent, so sweet, I want to be intoxicated by it. More of you. I was craving more from the moment I laid eyes on you.

It started off with just following you home. Lurking in the distance and watching you. But with such a gorgeous prey, i gave in to temptation. I got myself a lock picking set, every time you left your little one bedroom apartment, I'd go and try my luck. Of course i did my research, I had to find out more about you, it's important to be well prepared. Within a week. I was in.

It started with just taking any underwear from your laundry, smelling it, then taking it home, then using it for my own personal use. From there, i wanted more, sneaking into your room. Watching you, my body reacting, pants feeling stuffy, just watching your pretty face rest, your naked body covered by a single blanket, nothing else. The blanket rising from your legs moving, showing off your flawless skin, your perfect complexion. I want more.

I crave more. The following day, i took a pair of scissors. Your hair. I want some. Your scent. I hope it stays on the hair. It's intoxicating. That's true love. Your smell has me intoxicated. My pants start to feel stuffy again, you're asleep and I want you. So badly. I unzip and begine to stroke myself, smelling your hair and watching you sleep so peacefully. Legs getting weak as i get closer. Forcing myself to stop just before realise because I can't leave traces of me being here. My dear, what has become of me.

The cycle repeated over the next few visits till I couldn't control myself, I touched you. Your soft face, brushing your cheek. Gliding my hand across your leg. Moving the blanket and exposing your vulnerable self. My one mistake, letting my desires get a hold of me. You turn to grab a blanket but there isn't one. It's in my hand. Your eyes begin to open.

Maybe this was what i truly wanted. To finally have you. To be in a position where you are aware of me. Where I take you. Your eyes widen as you see me, realization dawning on you. Before you can scream, I cover your mouth with my hand, my other hand pinning your wrists above your head. You struggle, but I whisper in your ear, “Shh, don’t fight it. You know you want this too.”

I've been watching you. It's clear that you like risk. Fear turns you on. Your innocence was always a facade, your skirts were always a bit too short, your panties were always on display, your blue eyes were filled with lust from the start, you loved men watching you. You loved the idea of one taking the leap and touching you. Grabbing you. You're desperate, you've been craving this. Running the thin line between fear and excitement.

I let my hand trail down your body, feeling your soft skin. You try to squirm away, but your body betrays you, responding to my touch. I slide my hand between your legs, feeling your wetness. “See, you’re ready for me,” I say, a grin spreading across my face.

I leave you briefly, returning to your room with a knife from your kitchen. You waited, of course you did, after all. You want this just as bad as me.

"Stand up" i break the silence and you're up. You're still shaking but your eyesare full of excitement, your lips barely holding back a smile. I point the knife at you, the tip between your chest. A little bit of pressure, just enough to cut, the bleeding starts, the knife moves down to your belly button, a single cut producing so much blood. Isn't it gorgeous. I throw the knife to the side, your body flinching as it hits the floor. My fingers wipe the dripping blood, my tongue tasting each drop. I'll never waste such a thing. "Lay down, Chest up, head off the side of the bed. Till the sun rises, you are mine. Disobey me and that knife will do more than just draw some blood." You follow, complying with my demands. You open your mouth willingly, tongue out, you want this.

I guide myself to your mouth, feeling the heat of your breath as I press against your lips. I push in slowly at first, letting you adjust, savoring the sensation of your warm, wet mouth enveloping me. Your eyes look up at me, wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

I start to thrust, my movements becoming more forceful, feeling the resistance of your throat as I push deeper. Your hands reach up, gripping my thighs, trying to steady yourself. Your lips stretch around me, your cheeks hollowing with the effort. The bulge shows in your throat as you take it all, the sight driving me wild.

I hold myself deep inside you, feeling your body squirm, your back arching as you struggle for air. Your eyes start to water, and I know you're nearing your limit. I press into the cut along the middle of your chest, forcing a scream out of you, the sound muffled by my cock in your mouth. The pressure of your scream vibrates through me, adding to the intensity. I pull out briefly, letting you gasp for breath before plunging back in. Saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth, pouring down your face, mixing with your tears.

I reach down, cupping your tits, feeling their softness in my hands. I tease your nipples, pinching and tugging at them, watching your body react to every touch. Your hips buck involuntarily, your legs twitching with each movement.

I continue to fuck your throat, the rhythm rough and relentless. Your eyes roll back, your body writhing in a mix of pleasure and desperation.

I let my fingers slide down to your wetness, exploring your folds. I push two fingers inside you, feeling you tighten around them as I thrust them in and out. Your body responds aggressively, hips bucking against my hand, seeking more.

Your moans are muffled around my cock, your breathing becoming ragged. I can feel you getting closer, your body trembling with the building pleasure. I increase the pace, both my fingers and my thrusts becoming more urgent.

Your throat tightens around me as I fuck you harder, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge. I feel your walls clenching around my fingers, your body quivering with need. I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You arch your back, your body shaking as the pleasure overwhelms you. The sight of you lost in ecstasy, combined with the tightness of your throat, sends me over the edge. I hold myself deep inside you, releasing down your throat as I feel you convulse around my fingers.

Your eyes water, your body spasming as you reach your climax. I watch, mesmerized, as you swallow every drop, your throat working to take it all in. Your body trembles, the intensity of your orgasm leaving you breathless and spent.

I pull out slowly, watching you gasp for air, your chest heaving with each breath. My fingers slide out of you, glistening with your arousal. I bring them to my mouth, tasting you, savoring the mix of our fluids.

You collapse onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. I watch, satisfied, as you lay there, spent and vulnerable. The sight of you, completely at my mercy, fills me with a dark sense of satisfaction.

As you begin to calm down, your eyes fill with joy, success for now. You look at me, you're expecting more. And there is. I roughly flip you onto your stomach, pressing your face into the mattress. I raise your hips, positioning you with your ass in the air. Your legs spread wide, exposing your wetness to me. I waste no time, driving into you with force, feeling you gasp and clench around me.

Your body shakes with each thrust, your moans filling the room. I grip your hips tightly, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you aggressively. Each movement is relentless, my pace unyielding as I take you deeper.

Your body responds eagerly, your back arching, pressing your ass higher. I reach down, sliding my thumb into your ass, feeling you tighten around both my cock and my thumb. You cry out, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge.

I don’t let up, continuing to fuck you hard, your body trembling beneath me. Your moans turn to desperate cries, your pleasure building with each thrust. I feel you nearing orgasm, your walls clenching around me.I pull out and flip you over onto your back. Your legs are thrown over my shoulders, your arms pulled towards me, causing your tits to shake and bounce with each movement. I push into you again, driving deep, your back arching off the bed.

My hand reaches down to rub your clit, my fingers circling and pressing, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. Your body responds immediately, your moans growing louder, filling the apartment. I maintain a brutal pace, my grip on your arms keeping you in place as I fuck you hard.

Your body shakes with the intensity, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. I can feel you getting closer, your moans becoming more frantic. I thrust deeper, harder, my pace never faltering, my hand working your clit relentlessly.

Your body tenses, your breathing ragged as you reach the peak of your pleasure. With one final, powerful thrust and a firm press on your clit, you scream out, your orgasm crashing over you. Your body convulses, your walls clenching around me as you ride out your climax.

I hold myself deep inside you, releasing into you, feeling the warmth spread between us. Your body continues to tremble, both of us lost in the overwhelming sensation.

As you come down from your high, I pull out slowly, watching your body relax into the bed. The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the scent of sex lingering in the air. We lay there, our bodies spent, the intensity of the moment still lingering between us.