Deviant: No Longer Human

Mei braced herself, expecting his lips to claim hers once more, ready to bite his toungue this time and make him feel some pain as well, but instead, he descended upon her neck, his breath hot against her skin, his mouth warm as he tasted the delicate flesh there.

Wang Xiao's lips hovered just above her skin, sucking over, "Your neck is just as tempting..." he murmured before pressing his lips to the delicate skin of her neck, inhaling deeply as if to memorize her scent.

"Mmmmnn... Brother... Stop...this right now..." Her voice was laced with desperation, but her body betrayed her, shivering beneath his touch.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but it was no use.

She tried to resist, to push him away, but his relentless assault on her senses left her helpless.

"Why were you so prepared, Mei? Did you already bathe? Dress so perfectly for me?" Wang Xiao's voice was teasing as he trailed his lips down to her shoulder, his hands exploring further.

His fingers brushed against her breasts, feeling their fullness, and he couldn't suppress a smile, "Tell me, Mei... Were you expecting me today?"

"N-no... I didn't—" She started, but her words were cut off as he squeezed her breasts.

"Then why does your body tell a different story?" Wang Xiao taunted, "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes. Which should I believe, Mei?"

Desperation took hold, and she bent forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he fumbled with her bra.

The sharp sting of pain only made him smirk.

'She still has some fight in her... Good,' he thought, laughing inwardly.

For now, he would let her believe she had the upper hand.

His vengeance could wait.

Finally, the bra slipped away, and her breasts were revealed, supple and round, with delicate pink peaks that stood proudly against her porcelain skin.

He paused for a moment, his breath catching at the sight. "Beautiful," he whispered, more to himself than to her, mesmerized by the sight.

"Stop..." Mei's voice was barely an angered murmer, her hands moving to shield herself.

But Wang Xiao was having none of it.

"Don't hide from me, Mei. You're mine now," he declared, removing her hands and replacing them with his own.

His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, his desire evident in his every touch.

"Aaanggh~~!"

Mei gasped, her voice unexpectedly sultry, mature, and undeniably seductive.

The sound sent a thrill down Wang Xiao's spine, igniting rage within him.

'This... This is the real Mei,' he thought, his mind surprised just as him as he tried to reconcile the innocent girl he once knew with the woman beneath him now.

"You sound so different, Mei. Not the shy, innocent girl I remember," Wang Xiao teased, chuckling, "But this... this is much better."

"Mmmngh!~"

Her moan reverberated through the room, but Wang Xiao, with his selective hearing, focused only on the parts that stoked his anger further.

He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple. "You taste divine, Mei. If only you could feed me like Eleanor..." he murmured against her skin, his mind drifting to the thought of her nourishing him in a more primal way.

Her skin was sweet, her flesh tender, and he lost himself in the pleasure of devouring her, ignoring the objects she half-heartedly hurled at him in a desperate, last-ditch effort to resist.

"Why... Why don't you stop...? I am your... No-no..It's so wrong... Why are you so..." Mei's voice was a broken whisper, her resolve crumbling with each passing moment.

Her eyes glistened with flowing tears, each drop falling like precious pearls.

As if mirroring her shattered spirit, the delicate pearl bracelet on her wrist snapped, the tiny orbs scattering across the room, lost and broken, much like her will.

Her wrists were swollen, evidence of her struggle, of the battle between her duty and her desperate yearning for escape.

"I used to trust you brother... please, stop... Let's forget everything..." she cried out, her voice trembling as he ignored her pleas, his lips trailing down to her abdomen, leaving a path of heated kisses that made her tremble.

His hands moved with possessive intent, slipping between her soft, supple thighs, rubbing her most intimate region with a familiarity that both terrified and thrilled her.

Her thighs, smooth and perfect like those of a model, paled in comparison to the intoxicating taste she possessed.

She was a forbidden fruit, more addictive to his senses than he could ever admit.

"She's so pure... so perfect... How could she think I would stop now?" Wang Xiao thought, his mind focused solely on the conquest before him.

Her words fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the pounding of his own desire.

He had watched her from the shadows for so many days, studying her, learning her every habit, her every thought.

She was strong-willed, determined to maintain the sacred bond between them, to keep him at arm's length.

But now, faced with her, he knew that her determination was no match for his resolve.

'Little girl...this is the only way,' he thought coldly, steeling himself against the sound of her cries.

Even if it meant breaking her spirit, he was determined to have her.

Once he had tasted her, the rest would come easily.

She would grow accustomed to him, to his touch, and eventually, she would accept the inevitable and no longer stick to maintaining distance between them.

'She doesn't understand yet, but she will. Once I close this door, she'll see the others that await her... with me.' He justified his actions to himself, knowing that any explanation would be lost on her now.

His only recourse was brute force, to shatter the protective shell she had built around herself.

As her legs parted, he stripped away the last piece of clothing, the final barrier between them.

"Gasp!" Mei's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in a mixture of fear and disbelief as she realized there was no escape.

She was completely exposed.

"... please... I beg—mmmgh!?"

Mei's plea was abruptly cut off, her words dissolving into a sea of overwhelming sensations as his tongue brushed against her slightly dry, yet exquisitely beautiful flower, waiting to be nourished by him.

The delicate petals, guarding the faintly blushing flesh within, held a beauty that was both innocent and intoxicating.

He had yearned to taste this forbidden flower for so long, a desire that had consumed his thoughts for long.

Now, as he finally indulged, he found it even more tender and soft than he remembered—grown more plump, softer and more inviting.