Fuensalida

Chapter 12

Celeste sat sulking in her hotel room. It had been four days. This was longer than a ‘few’ days in her mind. Four days meant abandonment, and many other things she feared.

Her door opened, her heart pounded, she sat up and was surprised to see him standing in her doorway. He looked just as surprised when he took a good look at her. They were subtle changes made in the last four days, something to keep her from being completely recognized. Her long hair was cut a bit shorter, though not so drastically that it could be deemed ‘short’. The style was a more mature style, the coloring adding a hint of red to an auburn color. Her once blue eyes blinked and all he saw was a deep violet color. In the deep hopes of escaping she had tried to change herself, to not be recognized by those who were looking for her almost desperately now.

He let the door close behind him, taking in the pouting figure of a girl who grew up since he had left her four days ago. “You look beautiful,” he told her.

She reached up, and in the shy way teenagers do when they have done something different with their hair, she ran her fingers threw it, gripped the shorter ends. “It’s not too much?”

Chris shook his head, moving in further. “No, it’s perfect. You are perfect.”

She felt butterflies twist themselves in her stomach. She gazed up at him, sliding off of the bed, moving towards him slowly. He went the rest of the way, taking her in his arms and kissing her hard. She kissed him back just as hard, holding onto his shirt, ignoring everything else but the heat and passion in that one kiss. He moaned into her lips, trying to pull at her clothing, she was resisting, only letting him kiss her.

“Did you miss me?” he asked her while pulling at her skirt, trying to push it down.

“No,” she denied, her lips still meeting his on every breath.

“I need you,” he told her, ignoring the denial.

“You can have me,” she told him, and before his overexcitement took over she added, “once we are in Virginia.”

Chris’s patience exploded and he gripped the girl hard and pushed her away. He glared at her and for once he saw fear in her eyes as he walked to the door and just kicked it, hard enough she was surprised it didn’t splinter.

“I’m tired of playing games with you,” he snarled at her, keeping his back to her, trying to regain the composure he should have. She was afraid to move, noticing the tense hold to his shoulders. She had seen this look before, this anger, but it had not been directed at her then.

“I’m not playing games,” she told him. “I want to make sure that you mean what you say.”

“Have I ever not meant what I said to you?” He turned to look at her, gazing over the body of an adult, the face of a young woman, the eyes of a child. She had so much wisdom there and still she chose to act like such a child, to let herself hide behind this innocence when she could be using the strength.

“I want to be sure.”

He stepped over to her, dragging her closer, gripping her arms tightly, his need for her evident in the strain of his pants. All he thought of while he was gone is making her writhe, hearing her panting, her moans only making him harder as he works her, and now she would deny him longer. “You don’t need to be sure,” he told her, nearly hissing it out, “I’m not going to give you an option.”

She cried out, falling to the bed hard, his strong hands having thrown her onto it. He stalked over to it, leaning forward, watching her eyes widen. She knew what it felt like to have him forced on her, she just never expected to have that feeling again. She thought they had reached a sort of agreement, and while his hands slid up her sides, up to her breasts, gripping them hungrily, she closed her eyes ready to fight.

The door of the room clicked, the sound of a key card being inserted and removed. Chris took his time pulling away from Celeste, he knew exactly how much time he had before the door would be open wide and Cassie would come barging in. He was straightened out before Cassie came in, though Celeste still lay rumpled on the bed, her eyes a bit watery.

“What’s going on?” Cassie asked, letting the door close behind her. “I didn’t know you had come back yet.”

“Well, here I am,” Chris snapped, now a little irritated with everyone. He looked up at Cassie with eyes that turned dark. “I have everything but new pictures for us ready to go, and we will soon be in Virginia.”

“That’s great!” Cassie said happily, running over to her soon-to-be-fake-husband and wrapped her arms around him, already playing the part of the wife. It was a part she played well.

“I’m glad you approve,” he snarked, not really meaning the comment, his eyes shifting to Celeste, who sat up slowly and looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.

Cassie shifted, moving towards her daughter who looked decidedly shaky. She wanted to wrap her arms around her and pull her away from Chris, but she would be lying if one hundred percent of that instinct was to protect her hatchling.

Chris stepped over to Cassie, ignoring Celeste. He wrapped his arms around Cassie, pulling her close to him. She looked up at him with undulated adoration. Celeste shuddered.

“It’s been a few days,” he said, pulling Cassie harder against him, rubbing her soft body along his. She rubbed back in instinct, enjoying the feel of the hard ridges of his body. Celeste kept moving, sliding off of the bed to walk away. She could not watch this.

Chris’s hand caught her skirt and pulled her closer, keeping her body by his side. “You aren’t going anywhere,” he told her, his free hand working into Cassie’s sweater and gripping a soft breast. Celeste looked up angrily, and though Chris could see the dirty look that she was giving him he ignored it pointedly. He continued to rub his body against Cassie and fondle her soft breast, rubbing coarse fingers over the thin material of her bra and against the quickly tightening nipple. He grinned at her, a dirty grin of dirty thoughts, and Cassie let out a small sound of pleasure. Celeste squirmed, trying to pull away from Chris’s grip on her skirt. He was sure she would have slipped out of it to escape if he did not reach his hand in and grip her firm ass instead. He looked over at her and shook his head, “Virginia,” was all he need to say.

The threat was clear. If she put up a fight, if she screamed and fought, she would lose Virginia. Either way she would be a victim in this situation, but she had a choice of her punishment. She could have given herself to him, but she had decided to give him more conditions. Now she could either watch him as he fucked her mother, or leave and lose the chance at some semblance of normalcy.

She closed her eyes tightly and refused to watch as her mother reached down, rubbing her hand down the front of Chris’s pants. “Wouldn’t you rather she left for this?” she asked him, playing with his evident arousal outside of his clothing. She was hesitating, it was at least some sign of loyalty still, though Celeste wanted to scoff at her as well.

“No,” Chris said firmly, sufficiently ending that part of the conversation. Cassie gave off a shrug that Celeste never saw. Chris’s pants were pulled open by a mother’s eager fingers, gripping at his long erection. He continued to fondle Cassie’s breast, watching her as she gripped and stroked him. He pulled Celeste closer and shook her enough that she looked up at him. He bent down and took her mouth under his, kissing her hard, not working into the kiss, pulling her deeper into it, forcing her to react to his lips, his tongue. She hated herself for doing so, for kissing him back as her mother stroked his long cock, the silky length only growing harder for them both.

Chris pulled back from them both, moving to the bed, sitting down on it, his pants and boxers now around his ankles. He laid back, pulling both women towards him, looking down at Cassie’s pants. “Those are going to be a hindrance to riding me,” he told her, gripping himself from the balls and stroking up to the head, pumping a few times. Celeste had to look away, which Chris enjoyed. He knew he was effecting her, that her body was wet, thinking of him pumping in and out of her, of the need she felt when he touched her, treated this woman stuck in a girl’s body like she deserved to be treated. He knew she wanted it, missed it, ached for it, and still would be ‘strong enough’ to deny him in favor of her own pride.

Cassie reached down to her pants and rolled them down without hesitation. Chris whistled his approval at her lack of panties. “Someone was hoping I would be home today.” He reached his hand out to rub between her legs, playing along the dark hair along her slit, pushing a finger into her, feeling her insides grip tightly to his finger.

He kept rubbing, feeling her dampness dripping over his fingers. He grinned up at her as she crawled further onto the bed, gazing down at him. His fingers wrapped around Celeste’s body, gripping her hip and pulling her to lay down beside him, her body falling so her breasts pressed against his arm, her stomach on the mattress. She closed her eyes, turning her head from them, and he let her for now, too interested in how damp Cassie was becoming.

“It’s going to be easy to slip into you,” he told her, his finger pumping up and down in her tight body. She moaned, leaning back, her hands sliding up to her breasts and squeezing them, rubbing along them through her shirt.

“Then you should do it,” she said, pumping his finger. “It has been too long since I’ve had you inside of me.”

Celeste let out a groan of disgust and Chris’s finger worked harder inside of Cassie, biting his lip in pleasure. “Yes,” he moaned up to her. “Take me.”

She crawled over him, doing her best not to bump her daughter with her legs, straddling his fit body. She moved up, rubbing herself against him. He moved his hand away from her wet dampness, gripping her hip while massaging Celeste’s shoulder.

It did not take long for her to sheathe his long cock into her tight pussy. She tightened her legs about him and did not wait to start moving over him, panting girlishly as she moved over him. Her ass bumped into his balls, grinding down on him before bouncing again. He shouted out in pleasure, gripping her hard, pushing up into her, moaning his pleasure as she bounced up and down him with ease.

They moved together, bouncing against one another, his hand tightening around Celeste, bringing her closer, turning her enough so he could grip one firm breast, fondling it as he pushed into her mother. Celeste bit her lip, shaking as he pumped harder into Cassie, who panted hotly, sweat dripping down her cheek. She bounced harder, drawing his thick cock into closeness, swelling hotly. Chris bounced, gripping Cassie, turning her, releasing Celeste, causing her to roll away. Chris forced Cassie down onto the bed, putting himself over her, her legs moving up around him.

Celeste glanced over at them, then went to bury her face in the blankets, knowing she could not leave, but knowing he would not force her to watch. She only wished she could go deaf for a few minutes. Chris pounded into her mother, the two of them crying out in the small hotel room. The two of them bounced against one another, panting louder, his hands gripping Cassie tightly. For the first time he pumped her to her pleasure, doing more of what she liked, rubbing the right spots, when she made the right noises. He had only since brought Celeste her pleasure, and now, instead, he was working hard to bring Cassie her own pleasure, to have the mother feel her own worked over orgasm.

Cassie screamed out in pleasure, jerking under him, and Celeste cringed. Mother was only being given an orgasm as a reminder to her. Cassie enjoyed it, screaming out, writhing, gripping Chris as he continued to pound into her body.

“Yes, you feel great,” he told her, and Celeste felt sick. “Keep moving, I’m almost there.”

Cassie lifted and fell with his pumping cock. Chris cried out, burying himself deeply, erupting inside of her, filling her with the heat of his need. They continued to move against one another, draining him, filling her, shuddering against one another. Celeste sat up as their half-naked bodies lay against one another, sweat trickling down them, filling the room with hatred and sex.

“Where do you think you are going?” Cassie asked, trying to sit up, even as Chris’s figure slumped across her.

“For a walk,” Celeste snapped. She did not wait for permission or for an answer. She left her own room to leave the two naked bodies alone together.