Alaz
"Just like my mother… Am I going to give birth to a child… a child whose father wouldn't even be known…?"
Hearing this stunned me. It was a sentence completely disconnected from the atmosphere, disconnected from what we were feeling.
Because she said it while breaking down in tears, her words came out distorted, laden with meanings heavier than they should have been. On the verge of losing her mind, she shouted some words as if screaming it out, then whispered the next.
I suddenly pulled out inside of her and took a couple of steps back. After she squirted again, her legs trembling, she tried to cover the entrance to her vagina with her hand.
She desperately tried to cover herself only with her hand. This sight of her was both seductive and both disturbing. I was even torn about how I would feel.
"Please… Don't let me be like my… mother…"
I had torn her into pieces, and now those pieces were tearing each other apart. But I didn't like that.
