Still Full Of Him

Still bFull /bbOf /bHim

~Lyra~

Okay.

Okay, walk normal.

Just walk bf/bb*****/bg normal, Lyra.

One foot in front of the other. That’s all it is. You’ve been doing this since, like, birthb. /bJust… move.

Don’t limp.

Don’t clutch the wall like you just got wrecked in a closet by your best friend’s dad.

Even though that’s exactly what the f**k just happened.

bf/bb**/bk.

I could still feel it.

His knot had finally popped free but oh my god, my pb***/by was still bso /bstretched. So sore. So used. I felt

ruined.

Like he’d turned my cunt into a sleeve that only fit his cb**/bk now. Like I couldn’t close my legs properly. Like my

body hadn’t realized the s*x was over.

I was leaking.

Leaking.

I could feel his c*m sliding down the inside of my thigh with everyb. /bsingle. step.

bIt /bwas hot.

Wet.

Sticky.

bf/bb*****/bg endless.

Like his bc/b**k hadn’t just knotted me, but imed my womb and decided to stay.

wasn’t wearing panties. I couldn’t. I tried to put them back bon /bafter bhe /btold me to clean bup /band leave bfirst/b,

bbut /bthey stuck. Literally got stuck to bmy /bslit. Because there was bso /bmuch of him inside bme /bI bcouldn’t /beven

bclose/b.

And yeah, I grabbed his shirt.

bSo /bnow I was barefootb, /bwalking down bthe /bhallway in Damon bf/bb*****/bbg /bbThornvale’s /bbck /bbbutton/bb–/bbdown/b, bno /bbbra/b,

bt/bb**/bbs /baching, bthighs /btrembling, and bhis /bbc/bb*/bbm /bbdripping /bdown my legs like ba /bbslutty /bbtrail /bbmarking /bbevery /bbstep /bI btook /b

I looked blike /bbI’d /bbeen bf/bb****/bbd /bbraw/bb. /b

Which I bhad/b.

bOh /bbmy /bbgod/b.

He bknotted /bbme/b.

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+6 Ports

Like actually knotted me. Like some possessive, feral, psycho Alpha Daddy -wait. That’s exactly what he is.

That’s literally what just happened. I got knotted by my best friend’s dad like some fucktoy in heat and now

I’m waddling down the hallway like I gave birth to a bear.

What the f**k is wrong with me.

Why do I feel so full?

My p***y was aching. My clit was throbbing. My entire lower body felt like it had been put in a blender set to ‘ orgasm‘ and left on overnight.

And my brain?

Yeah.

Gone.

Dead.

Fried.

All I could think about was the way he’d looked at me while I was falling apart around his c**k. Thatzy, cruel smirk on his face. The way he whispered “you’re mine now” while his knot locked in ce and I

screamed into his chest.

bf/b**k.

bf/b**k. f**k. f**k.

My thighs were literally sticking together.

I felt like a s*x crime walking.

Like if someone saw me right now, they’d call the police.

Hell, maybe they should.

Because I had just let my best friend’s dad shove me in a closet, strip me naked, make mee on his tongue, finger me until I forgot my name, then m into my virgin pb***/by until I screamed so loud we almost got caught.

And then he knotted me.

He bred me.

I mean.

WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k.

Who does that? Who lives through that and just walks to their room like they’re normal?

Me, apparently.

I snuck past the living room. Didn’t even look to see if Tasha was there. If she saw me now? I’d die. No, like, actually copse and shrivel into a horny little corpse and die.

Because how the f**k do you look your best friend in the face when you know her dad’s c*m iis /istill dripping out of you?

bYou /bdon’t.

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You walk faster.

+6 Points

You clench every muscle in your body and hope to the Moon Goddess that no imore /ic*m slides out before you

reach your door.

And when you finally reach your room, you m the door, ilock /iit, press your back to it, and just–breathe.

Or try to.

I was panting.

Like I’d run a f*****g marathon.

Or survived a war.

Or got ruined in a closet and walked out still throbbing.

Which, again, I did.

I got f****d in a closet by my best friend’s dad.

And I f*****g liked it.

No.

Worse.

I fb*****/bg loved it.

I was almost there.

Just a few more steps and I’d be in my room. I’d crawl into bed, press my face into a pillow, scream silently, maybe cry, maybe masturbate to the memory of his c**k stretching me open like I was made for it–no,

definitely not. Maybe.

Shut up, brain.

I just needed to get to the door without dripping another fat glob of his c*m on the floor like some untrained

b***h in heat.

Because that’s what I felt like.

A dripping, ruined, slutty little..

“b***h, where the f**k were you?”

I froze.

Literally.

Stopped breathing.

My heart punched straight through my chest and facented on the floor.

No.

No no bno/b.

That didn’t just happen.

Tell me that didn’t just..

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I turned my head.

Slow.

Trembling.

And there she was.

Tasha.

+8 PORTS *

Standing at the end of the hall, hair in a messy ponytail, holding a cup of cereal in one hand and ring bat /b

me like I’d just returned from robbing a bank.

“Hello?” she waved the cereal spoon. “I’ve been calling you. Where the f**k did you disappear to?b” /b

My mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

My p***y pulsed.

I was still leaking.

My thighs were glued together.

His shirt was hanging off my shoulders like a confession. Oversized. ck. Probably still smelled blike /bhis

sweat.

Oh my fb*****/bg God.

I opened my mouth again, hoping a miracle would fall out, but my brain was doing that static thing. The one where it just screamed f**k f**k f**k in all caps on repeat like a broken slut radio.

“Were you with someone?” she narrowed her eyes suddenlyb, /bstepping forward like a predator sniffing out a secret. “Why are you–wait, is that my dad’s shirtb?/bb” /b

Boom.

That was bit/b.

Heart officially stopped.

Game over.

Lyra.exe has crashed.

bI /btried to smile.

bIt /bcame out like a seizure.

“Oh, I–I spilled something on my top I croaked. “So he..uh..he gave me this to wear. It’s just a bshirt/bb, /bnothing weird, I was in theundry roomb, /bswear..”

“You didn’t answer your phone.”

My hand instinctively gripped bthe /bdoor handle behind me.

bHer /beyes dropped bto /bbmy /bthighs/

bOh /bf**bk/b.

Ch bf/b**bk/b.

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Was there c*m? Was it on my leg? Could she see it?

Was there a shiny trail down my fb*****/bg leg right now?

+8 Points b /b

I squeezed my thighs together like that would hide anything, but the second I didb, /ba warmb, /bwet slide slipped

lower and I knew. I knew.

Her eyes squinted.

“Why are you walking like that?” she asked, suddenly suspicious. “You’re limping.”

“I’m not limping!”

“Lyra, are you sick or something?”

b***h I’m full of your dad’s c**k.

I shook my head.

Too fast.

“Nope! I’m fine! Just period cramps! You know–feminine pain and agony and all that horror! Definitely not

closet s*x with your father, ha–ha!”

I didn’t say thatst part out loud.

At least I hope I didn’t.

She blinked.

I yanked the door open.

“Gotta go!” I blurted. “Gonna cry into my hot water bottle and bleed to death like a responsible adult woman!”

And I mmed the door shut behind me.

Dead silence.

Then.

“bf/bb*****/bg weirdo,” I heard her mutter through bthe /bdoor.

My knees buckled.

I copsed against the inside of the door, heart pounding like bit /bwas trying to jump out of my chest and

the crime scene.

escape

Holy.

bf/bb*****/bg.

bS/bb**/bt.

bI /bbalmost /bbdied/b.

bI /balmost died.

bShe /blooked at my blegs/b.

bShe /bsaw the shirt.

bShe smelled /bbthe /bairb, /bbprobably/bb. /bKnew bsomething /bwas offb. /bbAnd /bI bwas /bbstanding /bbthere /bbwith /bba /bbraw/bb, /bbleaking /bbcunt /bbfull /b

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of her dad’s c*m like some twisted porn version of “meet the family.”

Oh my God.

I was not going to survive this.

There was no way.

+ Pouts

My best friend almost saw the proof of what her dad did to me dripping down my thighs, and I still had his

shirt on, still had his c*m inside me, still couldn’t bf/bb*****/bg think straight.

I dropped to my knees on the floor.

Pressed my forehead to the carpet.

Tried to scream into it.

Nothing came out but a choked gasp and a strangled whimper.

Because I wasn’t just ruined – I was wrecked.

Mentally. Emotionally. Vaginally. Spiritually. Every -ly you could think of.

And I had just managed to crawl toward my bed like a war victim when-

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No.

No no no.

froze.

Again.

This time on all fours.

And then I heard her voice.

“Lyra? Hey, have you seen my dad?”

My soul left my fb*****/bg body.

She was right outside my door again.

Like Satan herself had respawned.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for him,” she said through the door, her voice a little lighter now, but there was ba /bfaint twinge of concern. “I hope he’s okay. Cause I went bin /bto get his charger andb, /blike… bI /bsaw blood on his

bedsheets.”

bb/b***h THAT WAS MY BLOOD YOUR FATHER TOOK MY VIRGINITY.

Okay. I didn’t bsay that /bout loud.

I bjusty /bbthere/bb, /bface smashed binto /bbthe /bbcarpet/bb, /bbstill /boozing, heart dead, and somehow bmy /bbp/bb***/bby /bbclenched /bbagain /bblike /bbit /bremembered the moment band /bwanted bto /bapud.

“Hmm,” I said bfinally/bb, /bscrambling for bsanity/b. “When I came inst night, I noticed bhe /bbwasn’t /bbaround/bb. /bSo…bI /bbdon’t /bbknow/b, Tasha. Maybe bhe /bbwent /bbout/bb?/bb” /b

bPlease /bbbelieve /bme,

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Please f**k off.

Please never open this door.

She didn’t leave.

Of course she didn’t leave.

Because she was Tasha. And guess what? She opened the door too.

“Yeah Tasha, I have to tell you something cause I don’t like keeping things” I muttered sharply.

“I didn’t like that you let me leave that party all by myself while f*****g six bf/b*****g men.”

SIX.

bf/b*****g.

MEN.

“I won’t lie I felt really bad”

+8 Points

“I know, right? Six men“!she whined dramatically. “Like, I wonder how I’m still able to walk and not in a fb*****/bbg /b

wheelchair.”

“Oh my God, is your v****a not hurting?”

“Come on, b***h!” sheughed. “Get over it!! I’ll definitely tell you all about it.”

“No. No thank you,” I groaned, pulling a pillow over my face. “Hell no. I saw it. I don’t wanna know.”

“Oh, dear Lyrai,/ii” /ishe said in that singsong voice. “What you saw was nothing.”

I could hear the smirk in her voice.

But then.

Silence.

Just for a second.

And then.

“Wait…i” /ishe said slowly. “Is that a mark?b” /b

My whole body went cold.

She saw it.

My neck.

bf/bb**/bk.

I pped a hand to it but it was toote.

She’d already seen the edge of bit /bthrough bthe /bgap in Damon’s shirt. The one I’d buttoned in a panic and

missed that one little spot.

She reached forward.

Her fingers were about to touch it.

“Is that like–what even is:b–/bb” /b

III

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“Tasha, you’re back.”

His voice.

Deep. Cold. Alpha as f**k.

I turned so fast I almost dislocated my neck.

There he was.

At the end of the hall.

Damon.

Shirtless. Hair messy. A fb*****/bg bruise on his chest from where I bit him. He was holding his phone bin /bone hand like he’d just stepped out of a goddamn war room.

His eyes flicked straight to me.

Then to Tasha.

Then back to me.

My heart nearly exploded.

He stepped forward.

“You’re in big trouble, youngdy.”

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