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It has been a week since the sun started purging humanity out. Houses and forests are constantly on fire and crime rates are higher than the sky. Visitors murder more humans day by day. Those who are still alive are either armed to the teeth or in hiding. It is a test of strength and perserverance out there. Starving dogs and other hungry and severely burned animals roam the empty streets, food and water are in increasingly short supply.
You've managed to survive this long by not trusting anyone and planning ahead. You figured out pretty early that looks can be deceiving, sometimes the most innocent looking people hide the darkest secrets. You offer shelter only to a few people, and among them is a gambling addict who lost his house from all the debt he accumulated before the cataclysm. When he showed up at your doorstep you thought he had a few screws loose in his head. Offering investment advice in the middle of the apocalypse? Strangely though, that's exactly why you let him in, you doubted that a Visitor would come up with some bullshit like that.
Its just you and him now since FEMA showed up to take the other person you gave the notice letter to. He's been here for a few days and you've kind of gotten used to his antics. The guy tailors his stories in a way that makes him look smarter than he is. Every time he speaks you have the urge to roll your eyes.
"So here's my new idea right? Are you listening? I swear on everything this is gonna be a great one."
You turn your head towards him, you're sceptical but listening.
"Okay... SO what do you think is the most valuable thing in the world right now?"
What kind of question is that?
"Food? Water?" You ask the obvious.
"NOPE. It's safety. I've decided that I am going to sell none other than myself."
That statement makes you want to burst out laughing, you have no idea what he's talking about.
"I'm sure you remember what that pale weirdo said, as long as you have humans around you he won't bother you."
Speaking of the pale weirdo, he is late tonight.
"Yeah, and?"
"WELL, since I AM a human, and you can verify it, I'm going to sell my presence as a security measure. People will pay hella money to keep me around, they'll give me food and water, all I gotta do is eat and drink, and lounge on their most comfortable bed." He finishes with a giddy smile.
You realise again that he is a fucking opportunist. He has no regard for people, only ever putting himself first.
"So what, you wanna leave me?"
"Unless you start paying."
Like hell you will.
"Well, I'm not paying you and you definitely don't have the courage to leave the house with the Visitors lurking around. So sit back down and shut up."
"Nah dude, you're missing the bigger picture. Here let me show ya." He gestures for you to follow him.
You humour his idea and follow him to the door as he dramatically grabs the doorknob, ready to turn it. You are a hundred percent sure he can't and won't dare to leave, because the door is locked.
But when he opens it your mind is changed quickly, he must have stolen your keys while you were sleeping. The pale killer is right there in the doorway with that cunning, all-knowing smile painted on his face. How did you miss his approaching footsteps? Was his rambling loud enough to distract you?
"Here is the rest of the picture yeah? HE-"
The amogus guy points at the Intruder.
"-and I have a little deal ever since he dragged me out of the ground. I lead him to survivors and he eliminates them when they stop paying me, or when I'm their only company left. I called him tonight cause I had a feeling you weren't gonna pay and I was right.
The blood in your veins turn to ice. Impossible.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Come on man, you call me stupid all the time, put it together!"
It makes no sense, he isn't a Visitor you made sure of that. The pale killer turns to you with a smug expression.
"Indeed. I've had my eyes on this house for a while, but you managed to kill every other Visitor I sent. I had to resort to another strategy."
If what he says is true then you're dead.
You have to stall for time while you figure out what to do.
"I checked him every day he can't be a Visitor!" You counter with increasing stress in your voice.
The gambler's face lights up, he gets so excited every time he tells this story.
"This freak punched me in the face and that's how I lost a tooth AND he had the audacity to laugh about it too! The hit put me to sleep for a good while so the red kinda cleared from my eyes. The hands... I don't really remember, I probably wiped them in my clothes them before coming here."
You're staring daggers at the betrayer while he continues to complain about how hard it was to trick you.
"I mean you kinda deserve it for pointing a shotgun in my face, I was starting to run out of excuses!"
"Good work." The Intruder puts a hand on the gambler's head, praising him for making his job easier.
"Sorry bro, business is business!" With that he runs off towards the block houses in the distance, most likely looking for his new targets. Leaving you alone with your demise. The Intruder traces a finger over the picture on your wall as he starts talking.
"Empty house at the edge of the city and you're living alllll alone. Killing my kind. One. By. One."
"They wanted to kill me too! I was just defending myself!"
"Yes... but you can't anymore."
You don't have your weapon, you foolishly left it in the kitchen and you're sure the moment you try to run for it he'll chase you down. You're sure he would enjoy that, he seems to always catch up to his victims. You take a cautious step to your right and pick up an empty glass bottle from the ground. Its where you started collecting the trash that didn't fit in the can anymore. You don't take your eyes off him as you wrap your hand around the glass bottle and smash it against the wall. With the bottom half broken, you now have a makeshift knife. Sharp but not nearly enough range. A smile is slowly forming on the Intruder's twisted face, he is delighted that you're going to fight.
You don't attack yet, you're waiting for him to come a little closer. You want to aim for his eyes, blinding him seems like your only option. The Intruder is somewhat crouched down to be able to walk in the house comfortably. All you have to do is cut his eyes and then run for the weapon. There is too much tension in the air, its getting hard to breathe.
He creeps closer with one hand reached out, ready to grab you. You're betting everything on surprising him, you doubt he expects you to run towards him into such an obvious mistake. You pretend to be frozen in fear as you wait for one more footstep. He falls for it, when he is close enough you grip the bottle harder and slash high.
You cut a nasty line across his cheek.
Black blood spills down his face, but the bottle wasn't long enough to reach his eyes. Your hand gets slammed into the wall with such force that you are surprised its in one piece. It hurts like a bitch, but you have one last chance. With your free hand you grab his face, hoping to bury your thumb into one of his eye sockets. He actually flinches away from you in surprise before pinning your other hand down as well.
"You've got guts."
He snarls and its terrifying. He lets go of your wrists and lifts you by the neck until your toes are just barely brushing the floor. He watches you with a mean look as you struggle for air. Fear and the need for self-preservation drive you forward as you attempt to free yourself from his grasp. You kick at his legs and your nails dig into his skin with the intent of leaving a bloody mess behind. He doesn't flinch this time.
"Listen." The Intruder talks just like a mother would scold a misbehaving child.
"I'm honestly getting tired of killing you humans. The result is always the same. Bones break like twigs between my hands. Then blood spills and the scorched soil drinks it up greedily. It used to be fascinating. I have orders to continue until your kind is but a memory, but I really am getting bored."
"Sooooo... I have a proposal."
"Entertain me in a different way, orrrr I can sever your head right here and leave your mangled corpse for the dogs to eat."
You have zero doubt in your mind that he's not lying. After all, you've seen plenty of times how violent he can be.
"Entertain you how?" You ground the words out, already your stomach is in knots.
"I'm glad you asked." You watch as that same unhinged smile from the first night forms on his face again.
He drags you into your bedroom with ease. He sits you down at the edge of the bed and stands in front of you. His towering frame is blocking the light from the hallway, casting a long shadow over you. He then grabs you by the jaw and tilts your head all the way back to make eye contact with you.
"This flesh... craves contact. I see old memories, I remember what pleasure is, but I don't feel it anymore. Remind me."
At first you're confused about what he means, but when his hand slides down to your turtleneck and pulls on it... the meaning becomes crystal clear.
"You can't be serious-"
"Is that a no then?" His smile falls.
"Wait! No, just- fuck... let me think." This whole situation is absurd and you have about a billion questions.
"Why me? Aren't there other Visitors you can... mess with?" You can't believe you even have to ask this.
"You're alone now, noone will interrupt us when they hear your screams."
Your heart sinks, the tense silence stretches on as you actually, seriously consider your options. Either you can die right here with all your regrets or you can play his depraved game with a chance for survival. In that moment you realise that you still cling to hope. That one day your life will magically turn around for the better. That everything will go back to how it was. That hope is stronger than your desire to preserve your dignity. So you accept.
"Excellent. Get on your knees."
Already? You're not getting any time to prepare mentally. You realise that you have to kneel on the bed to be at eye level with his crotch. He must have been very excited for this moment, given the already noticeable bulge in his pants.
"I believe you humans kneel to express worship towards a higher power. Fitting."
You try to feign indifference and keep your face neutral at the comment but it gets to you. He reaches for his pants and you can only hope he'll actually let you go after this. He hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls them down. The first time his smell hits you its overwhelming. It is the opposite of fresh and he's sweaty from being in the sun for so long.
Your mask shatters the moment you actually see what is between his legs. You can't even try to convince yourself that it looks normal. His dick is pale grey just like the rest of him and purple at the tip. Compared to him the size is normal, but compared to a human like yourself... It curves upwards and he's got no body hair anywhere given that he is a Visitor. But still, those aren't what you find the most weird. If he is capable of getting hard that means he has a pulse and a corpse isn't supposed to have a heartbeat. Seeing your puzzled look he proudly asks,
"Like what you see?"
He puts his hands on his hips to display himself. You have to turn your head away at that, your face was already starting to heat up from the embarrassment and he is trying to make it even worse. You comfort yourself by thinking you'll get him off with your hands and that's it. You try not to appear hesitant as you wrap your hands around him and give it a stroke. Both of them fit on it and there is still more. Fuck, this is not how you thought tonight was going to go.
The way he looks down on you is not helping either, like he takes great pleasure in toying with you. The Intruder is stronger than you and he knows it. He acts like he can break your spine with ease and it freaks you out because you know he can. The more you think about it the weirder you feel, there is a strange heat in your body. Something about that power and confidence is making your knees weak. He stands out of the crowd and not just because of his brutality. The way he carries himself, not even bothering to hide that he is a Visitor. You notice your heartbeat picking up at the thought, its almost like you can feel what your hands are doing to him, on yourself.
"I want more than that."
He puts a hand on the back of your head and pushes your face closer. No way, you have to stall, you can't do it.
"I-I've never done it, it won't feel good."
You curse yourself for the stutter, now he knows you're just looking for excuses.
"Don't be shy. Get to it."
That mocking tone makes you feel even smaller. You're not ready and you don't think you'll ever be. Still, its a life or death scenario, so you lean a little closer and pull his foreskin back. You give the tip a small lick and immediately regret it. You're sure that disgust is written all over your face and you're lucky that he doesn't seem offended. He just chuckles and guides your head forward. You're done with how condescending he is, you have to just get on with it.
You start to stroke him with two hands while you wrap your lips around the rest. Just one stray thought about how lewd this probably looks, and your face turns even more red. He starts to push your head down more insistently. You take one hand away to brace yourself against his thigh as you try to take him deeper. You're about halfway when his cock reaches the back of your throat. Its such a foreign feeling that you have to gag and pull off.
"I can't- you're too..."
You can't bring yourself to finish the sentence, it would be too embarrassing.
"Hmmm..."
The Intruder is visibly holding himself back and it scares you. He pushes you down on the bed and manhandles you until you're on your back. Then he grabs you by your shirt and pulls until your head is hanging off the edge.
"There. That should help."
When you realise what he's planning your anxiety skyrockets. He kicks his pants off and kneels down on the ground, low enough so that he can push his privates into your face. His balls are just as large to match him, hanging low and heavy. Its such a humiliating position, you try to push him away but he clicks his tongue in warning.
"Open up." He grabs his cock and presses the tip against your lips. Its unsettling how casual he is about it, you close your eyes and brace yourself. As he starts to push in you have to open your mouth so wide that your jaw strains. When the tip hits the back of your throat again you tense up, its so hard to keep yourself from trying to resist. His cock is still just about halfway in but he stops, he just stays there letting you adjust. The Intruder is smart enough to know your teeth can hurt him very badly. He waits until you relax a little and then goes deeper, with every extra inch it becomes harder to breathe and fear is rising in your chest. This time he doesn't wait, he slides all the way down with one long thrust until his balls are pressed against your nose. Your mind blanks at the feeling and your eyes overflow with tears.
The Intruder lets out a pleased hum as his hands come up to your neck, squeezing until he can feel the bulge of his cock inside your throat. It cuts off your breathing completely, your tears fall and you have a feeling those won't be the last tonight.
He pulls back, letting you take a little breath through your nose and inhale his smell in the process. Then, he slides back in and you're already overwhelmed. The Intruder repeats the slow motion a few more times and then his patience and consideration for you run out. He is clearly enjoying how hot, wet and tight you feel around him and he wants- no, he needs more. He follows his masters' orders all the time, so he decides its time he does something for himself.
There is pressure, you feel his cock invading your throat so deeply, stretching it wide while his hands hold your neck. Your head being upside down makes it even harder to take. The Intruder thrusts in deep until you have to gag again. He appears to really love the feeling of your throat constricting around his length. Your body is trying to expel the intrusion but you're helpless against him. Already there is a mix of drool, precome and tears running down your face but he doesn't relent. You're getting more and more lightheaded, your lungs scream for air as he continues to abuse your throat. The wet slurping sounds of your mouth are obscenely loud in your ears. Every time you gag there is more saliva and you struggle to swallow it back with his hands putting pressure around your neck. It becomes unbearable after a minute and you can't help the choked noise you make around his cock. To your surprise he still takes the signal and pulls out to give you a break. You start to cough immediately, the soreness is already noticeable. You wipe your mouth into your hand as you let your jaw rest. It takes a moment for you to get your breathing under control.
As you look up at him you can see how thickly his cock is actually coated in your spit, its literally dripping from it. The sight is doing something to you, the heat from earlier is stronger and you feel it way lower in your body.
"Open." He says in a commanding tone, but his face betrays him. He needs the pleasure you provide with every fiber of his being and now.
You swallow one more time and then do as you're told. You tilt your head back as much as you can and open your mouth. He slides back in, rubbing his length over your tongue. You realise that his taste doesn't even bother you anymore its almost like your tongue has become numb to it. He finds his pace again, alternating between long, smooth thrusts and snapping his hips against your jaw, relishing in the way you choke on it but still remain compliant.
It surprises you again how tall he is when he reaches a hand between your legs, without needing to lean over you. He palms at the slight bulge in your pants and it catches you so off-guard that you accidentally moan around his length. You hear his breath audibly hitch at that, you're sure he can feel the vibrations from the sounds in your throat. You were hoping that your arousal wasn't that noticeable... He doesn't waste much time with undoing your zipper, he lifts your hips so he can pull your pants down below your knees. All that, while still fucking your throat without missing a beat.
His hand is firm, applying pressure insistently and you feel yourself getting more and more turned on. This is really bad, but you don't have time to get it under control because he is already pulling your underwear down. Your erection hits the air and he doubles his efforts to try and get more sounds out of you.
You can't tell or see what he is doing, only feel. You feel his fingers close around your length and he starts stroking you in the same rhythm at the same time. You moan again despite trying not to, with his cock down your throat there is nothing you can do to hold it back. His thumb circles your sensitive tip and then presses into the slit. The pleasure spikes so suddenly that your hips involuntarily twitch upwards.
His other hand leaves your neck too and you hear him spit on his fingers. He presses it between your cheeks and you start to panic. No. No- this isn't how its supposed to go, you've already given him way more than you planned. You're not surprised that he is crossing a line, but that doesn't make it any easier to accept. His middle finger presses in all the way to the last knuckle and it stings badly. You grab onto his hand and try to make him stop. As an answer his grip tightens on your cock until it starts to become painful. You make a pained noise in your throat and pull away quickly, you're scared of what might happen if you piss him off. Having anything in your ass feels uncomfortable and you honestly find it disgusting. The Intruder finally relents and goes back to giving you a handjob while he moves his finger in and out of you. Not much later he adds another, the stretch is too sudden and you barely manage to stop yourself from biting down. It hurts, but you need to relax, which really isn't easy given the situation.
Its distressing how your arousal still hasn't died down despite all this. The pleasure that his right hand provides just keeps rising and rising. He is moving both his fingers now and they go so deep, just one brush against your prostate and a drop of pre rolls down your length. You've never felt anything like that before and its worrying how much you liked it. The Intruder noticed the way you clenched down around his fingers and he starts to focus on that spot. You're melting in his precise hands and it goes on until he can comfortably move three inside of you.
"Look at you, all laid out before me like a feast."
You don't even know why but that makes you moan even louder and your legs almost snap together. You feel like you're actually going to pass out if he continues to do this. Its too much, you can't deal with both sensations at the same time, that bubble of arousal and tension in your body is just growing with every second and you know it'll pop very soon.
All it takes is one more press against your weakspot and your orgasm crashes into you. It's been so long since you've had one so it feels overwhelming. Ropes of white spill over your shirt and his hand as the waves of pleasure wash over your body. You nearly choke on it but the Intruder is close too, so he doesn't care.
"I can't believe... you actually- got off on this. You're just as messed up- hah... as I am." His breathing is quick and he's falling out of rhythm.
You grip the sheets as he roughly shoves his cock all the way down your throat one last time and spills inside. More of your tears fall as his hands find their way back to your neck. He quite literally strokes himself through his orgasm, through your skin. You don't know how but you manage to hold out.
When he starts to soften he pulls out and you immediately sit up. You're gasping for air and coughing wetly while trying to fix the mess on your face. You look... disheveled to say the least and you've almost forgotten what its like to breathe freely. You had no idea what his seed tasted like until you coughed it up. Its terribly salty and the slimy but sticky texture makes you want to throw up. You only swallow it back because you don't want to spit it on the bed, or the floor.
Now you have time to actually come to terms with the facts. You got turned on from how the Intruder was fucking your throat, and then actually got off on his fingers. You have officially arrived at rock bottom. You're deliberately not turning around, there is no way you can look at him after this.
"Now leave me alone I did what you asked." Your voice sounds hoarse and it genuinely hurts to talk. The Intruder straightens up behind you, and you don't see how his eyes go dark.
"Yes. There is one problem though. I didn't think it would become so addicting. I want more... and so do you."
"No."
His hands find your shoulders and then trail down your sides. The Intruder is so gentle and careful now you almost want to lean back and let him continue. But you remember those are the same hands that killed so many- You can't suppress the shiver that runs through you. Its both from fear and arousal, but there is no point in trying to resist. He'll take what he wants either way.
"You're a terrible liar."
You're not lying to yourself, it did feel amazing, but you're still deathly afraid of him and the things he can do. He starts to slowly undress you and it feels weirdly intimate. You pull your shirt over your head and kick your pants, underwear and even your socks off to make the moment end sooner.
"You want to live, yesss?"
You don't want to form anymore words after the abuse your throat has just went through so you nod instead.
"Then its settled and this time, you'll do the work."
His dismissive tone makes you want to ask him what he thinks you've been doing all this time. He drapes himself over your bed next to you like he owns the place and gestures for you to get on top. You're nervous and it shows, just getting your body to cooperate takes significant effort. Eventually you manage to straddle him, his hipbones dig into your thighs uncomfortably, because of how thin he is. You try and take a deep breath but its impossible to ignore how his cock is poking your lower back. Its only been a few minutes and he's getting hard again. You're more than scared of that thing going inside you. You tell yourself to not be a coward and just get on with it, the sooner you do it the sooner you'll be free. So reluctantly, you reach behind to grab it and line it up to your hole. The tip presses in and you're immediately reconsidering taking the easy way out. He is huge and you're still too sensitive. The burn of the stretch is overwhelming and you soon reach a point where your body refuses to go lower. He notices your hesitation quickly.
"Is that really all you got?"
His hands clamp down on your waist, almost to encircling it completely. Your breath catches in a gasp when he starts to pull you lower.
"W-wait!"
He doesn't. The Intruder will make sure you'll take it as deep as possible. When you are finally all the way down he lets out a pleased moan while your brain scrambles for words.
"Oh fuck-"
What else could you even say at this point? You drag a hand over your face as you sit down on top of him with all your weight, trying to keep yourself sane. You're so tight around him, its clear you weren't supposed to take something of that size. You're not torn but you feel damn close to it. Your only saving grace is that he fingered you long enough and your previous orgasm helped to make your muscles more relaxed. Still, you feel him so deep inside of you that you can barely breathe, his cock is reaching parts of you that it probably shouldn't. You put a hand over your stomach to try and soothe the ache when your fingers brush over something hard. Horrified, you look down and involuntarily let out a whimper when you actually see the outline of his tip inside of you. You shouldn't have looked down, now you feel it ten times more intensely. He notices your reaction and moves your hand away to check.
"Is that...?" He asks curiously as he drags his fingers over the little bulge. You can't even name what kind of strangled noise you make, but the Intruder groans under you at the same time.
"Heh... you really are- resilient. I thought for sure you would be begging me to stop by now."
You honestly can't tell whether to feel complimented or offended. One thing is for certain, you are already panting like a dog and you haven't even started riding yet. Thankfully he sounds just as affected as you are and allows you plenty of time to get used to him. After all, its technically his first time too. Until then, he lays back down and just enjoys watching you try to breathe through the feeling of being so full of him. When the tension begins to seep out of your body he breaks the silence.
"Move." Those one word commands again... you wish you had the courage to tell him to just shut up already. You raise your hips carefully and the feeling of him moving inside of you, rubbing against your walls, its almost enough to make you lose your balance. You sigh to relax your body as you sink back down slowly. Your brows knit together, there is a burning pressure everywhere he reaches. You realise this is going to be even harder than you expected.
Your thighs burn with the effort of riding him but you won't beg, ever. You'll prove yourself and win his stupid game no matter what it takes. Then, its almost like a switch is flipped in you, an amazing idea pops up in your head. The competitive side of you suggests you try and get as much pleasure out of this as you can. He wanted you on top, you would be stupid not to take advantage of it. After all he didn't set any rules. Since he didn't mind nearly choking you for his own pleasure, why should you care about his needs?
With that decided, you put your hands on his sunken abdomen for extra support and try different angles until you find something that makes you feel good. You want to recreate what his fingers felt like earlier, except this time when you feel it its so, so much better. You don't take it all the way down and your pace is slower than what he probably wants but you don't care. You honestly want to forget that he's even there, you do it again and again until it becomes difficult to hold your voice back. You're slowly getting hard again, your body feels hot and sweaty as you push your hips down again. The small, rational part of you knows this is insane but you can't stop, your arousal only burns brighter with each moment.
The Intruder did not expect that, he gets up on his elbows and watches in fascination as you continue to ride him. You don't notice him at all, too consumed by the warm pleasure steadily building in your body. He can't believe what he's seeing, he found a human brave enough to take on his challenge and not only that, you somehow turned the situation around and found enjoyment in it. He is entirely impressed that you want to use him like he used you. He thinks you deserve a reward for your courage so he lets you continue.
"Your face tells me you're enjoying yourself. Wonderful."
The comment immediately snaps you out of whatever trance you were in. Your eyes meet for just a moment it messes up your rhythm. Normally you never had a problem with looking people in their eyes. There was a guest, the man in the suit who even complimented you for being able to hold eye contact with him. With the Intruder its different, you don't like how his eyes see through you, like he knows you better than yourself. You can't help the frustrated moan that leaves your mouth, why did he have to ruin your progress? He liked seeing you so consumed by pleasure and wants more.
"Allow me to help."
He grabs your waist again and thrusts up. You have to cover your mouth to keep an entirely unacceptable sound quiet. Your legs give out almost immediately as he sets a tempo way faster than yours was.
You're so screwed, this amount of pleasure and pain at the same time is more than what you can handle. You're squirming on top of him trying to relieve the pressure whenever he goes too deep, but with the way your legs are shaking you don't achieve much. The Intruder is holding you up like you weigh less than a feather. Where is all his superhuman strength coming from? He does it so effortlessly, its giving you a fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach. Its becoming increasingly difficult to keep your posture straight, every muscle in your body is telling you to let go, but collapsing on top of him is not something your pride would allow you to do.
The Intruder sighs as he grips your hips with more force. You feel amazing around him, the way your tight hole massages his length is driving him even more insane. He switches from holding you up to pulling you down on his cock. You're being used like a toy, the sounds of his skinny hips slapping against the curve of your ass are getting louder with each moment. You grab onto his hands to try and somehow hold yourself up. A drop of sweat rolls down your temple, your eyes are half lidded and your head is lolling forward. His eyes drift down to your cock, he sees how flushed and red it is and wonders how your body would react if he licked it.
You're letting out all these desperate little sounds and something snaps in him.
His gaze changes from adoring to predatory, you can feel the mood shift. He quickly slips out of you and pins you down against the bed. Its so sudden that you don't even have time to react, your head hits the mattress and he crawls over you. He can't hold himself back anymore, he's gotten completely obsessed with you.
Now you are beneath him figuratively and literally as well. He impatiently reaches for your ankles and spreads your legs wide. You take the hint and wrap your legs around his torso. His skin feels clammy with sweat and his bony spine digs into your heels.
He coats his length in more of his thick saliva and lines himself up. He presses in slowly but you still wince, every part of you is so sensitive and sore. Being under him is so uncomfortable, you wish you could at least hide your face. You feel so vulnerable with this monster on top of you. His eyes feel too heavy as they rake over your naked body again. To provide yourself some relief from the staring, you instead find a nice spot on the wall and focus on it.
"I've already seen and felt every part of you, hiding is entirely pointless."
That vulgar language makes you flinch and to make matters even worse he braces a hand by your head and leans down. You can feel his hot breath on your ear as he talks.
"Even without your weapon you were braver than all of them. Those suits never held weapons before their deployment, yet they tought it made them powerful. They all broke so easily, they begged for their lives while crying like a newborn. You're different, you take everything I throw at you."
When you don't answer he adds,
"But even you must have a limit."
"- and I'll find it" goes unsaid. You understand the threat clearly. The thought of him getting even more violent sends another shiver down your spine. The Intruder wraps both of his huge hands around your neck again and you swallow nervously. He could kill you right here, so easily, the power he's holding over you is immense.
You feel his fingers press down on your pulse and the restricted blood flow makes your head swim, its like there is TV static under your skin. He doesn't even look like he's putting effort into it but his hold is already so strong and suffocating. You hold onto his wrists and pray that you have enough willpower to let him do whatever he wants.
Without another warning he pulls back and then snaps his hips forward, hard. Just one of that is enough to bring tears to your eyes again. He does it again and again until you're losing your mind. Every harsh thrust rocks your body forward, but his hands on your neck pull downwards. The Intruder doesn't allow you to be pushed away from him, he wants you to feel it all the way up in your guts. Your hole is making a wet squelching sound from all his spit. He's being so rough it almost feels like he's trying to kill you. He has no mercy, your choked sobs and the sound of the bed creaking under your combined weight fill the room. He tightens his grip and holds it until your vision starts to black out. Survival instincts take over and you try to pry his fingers off. You pull with all the strength you have and throw your head back to get a single wheezing breath in. He chuckles darkly at your weak attempt to free yourself. The Intruder is almost high on the power of being the one to shatter your usually reserved and stoic exterior. You're entirely at his mercy and he is almost in a trance, that same animalistic frenzied state that he is in every time he kills.
There is absolutely nothing you can do against him, it is pitiful how powerless you are. More and more black spots cloud your vision, and you can't see clearly. You actually feel like you are close to dying. Your struggles weaken with each second until he lets go just before you pass out. Your brain immediately sends you the signal to gasp and awareness comes back to you in a rush. You can't even scream, your voice is failing you and his pace doesn't falter no matter how out of breath you sound.
He slaps you across the face to quickly sober you up. The force of it whips your head to the side and pulls a pained whimper out of you. It actually hurt, one of your hands come up to soothe the sting and he finds it adorable. The Intruder grins, he is panting above you, voicing his own pleasure while he looks down at your tear-streaked face with great satisfaction. He changes the angle, almost folding you in half until he is hitting your prostate with nearly every thrust. You get even louder, the sounds of your strained moans and gasping breaths could be heard from any corner of the house. You're so overwhelmed, you don't even have time to realise you're cumming. Your back arches and you're shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You're so weak, your limbs feel like they are made of jelly. He feels you clench down around his length and ups the tempo.
You are already way past what you thought was your limit, surely he's going to finish soon. With that in mind, you draw on your last sliver of willpower and order yourself to just fucking take it. You submit yourself completely, letting your hands rest by your head as he chases his own orgasm. You don't have to wait long. The Intruder gives one last thrust, hard enough to make you cry out and then finally you feel him finish. His hips stutter and you feel his cock pulsing inside of you as he cums inside with a groan. He stays like that, staring at the absolutely wrecked state you're in until you feel him soften. When he finally slides out of you the relief is so great that you find yourself laughing. Well, it sounds more you're like sobbing but you feel happy. You're laying boneless on the bed, exhausted and sore everywhere. The fingerprints on your neck and hips will turn into blue and purple bruises soon. You know you will feel what happened tonight for a long while. But its finally over, you won the game, fair and square. The Intruder sits back on his heels and he appears to be thinking for a long moment.
"You know... you've surprised me again."
His tone sounds sincere, he talks about you with actual respect. He leans back down and presses a kiss on your lips. Then he pulls back for a moment as if he is trying to decide whether he liked the feeling or not. The Intruder looks you in the eyes and does it again. It starts out slow and gentle and it feels good, like an actual reward for making it this far. The kiss turns possessive quickly after that, he snakes a hand in your hair and tilts your head back. His other hand is holding your face, thumb pressing down on your chin to open your mouth wider. Then there is tongue, invading your mouth and exploring it slowly. You are too weak to even lift a finger but he prefers you that way. You moan into his mouth when his tongue meets yours. It continues on for minutes, he claims your mouth just like he claimed every other part of you. When he finally lets you breathe there is a line of saliva connecting the two of you. He licks it up from your lip and then pulls on your hair harsher. You hiss from the pain and he leans in closer, but this time he doesn't kiss you. Instead, he spits into your mouth and orders you to swallow it. It takes a few seconds for you to work up the strength, but you do it and it scares you that you don't find it disgusting anymore.
He slowly gets up from the bed and puts his pants back on. It feels like the room is spinning, you're seeing double. Your skin is on fire, its like there are bugs with blades for legs crawling on you everywhere. You could kill for a glass of water right now.
When he's all dressed he turns to you, you barely hear his words over the ringing in your ears.
"No Visitors will bother you anymore, but I'll be back if I get bored again."
You fall asleep mere seconds after that, not knowing that your immune system has already begun fighting a losing battle.