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You knock on Rekka’s door, the same as always. You’re glad that you had the time to stop by his room tonight, it’s becoming harder and harder to keep this sort of thing up without being caught. But you don’t know what you’d do if you had to stop completely, not seeing Rekka seems like a punishment worse than death as far as you’re concerned. He comes to the door quickly, knowing it would only be one person coming to call on him this late. He ushers you in, smiling even more than usual. Once the door is shut behind you, and he can finally unleash himself, Rekka’s voice rings out and fills the room.
“I’m so glad you made it tonight! I was sort of worried about you, and had something really important for us to discuss!” Rekka says, clapping his hands together. He’s in fine form tonight, and you can’t help but smile, seeing how fired up he is.
“Something important?” you ask, cocking your head. It’s almost a bit unsettling, now that you think about it. Usually, Rekka is a bit quieter than this. You know he’s doing all of this for you, because it’s what he knows you want, so what is with this sudden enthusiasm for it? There’s just something… different, but you can’t quite place your finger on it.
“Yes! Very important, because I saw you earlier today and I just can’t get it out of my head,”
Rekka explains, only adding to your confusion. What in the world is he talking about? You’re used to a certain level of nonsense in his fervor, but this is something different. “I’ve been thinking and thinking about what a shame it is, you'd just throw your whole life away like that, and I can’t help getting fired up! The idea of you doing something so stupid is just driving me crazy!”
“What do you mean?” you ask, your initial concern building by the second. Rekka only laughs, but his laughter does nothing to comfort you given the situation.
“What do I mean?” Rekka yells the question, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You were talking to Lieuetenant Flam today, and I just hate to see you do something so monumentally stupid!”
“Huh? But he was just-” you start, and the back of Rekka’s hand connects with your cheek. You reel, stunned. You hardly even noticed him moving, but there’s no other explanation for what just happened.
“You know you can’t do things like that! A sister of the Holy Sol Temple, fraternizing with a man? What were you going to do, sleep with him and throw it all away? I can’t believe you’d be that stupid!” Rekka says, and you don’t know what to do. You’re stunned, falling silent as you try and process what he’s saying.
“He only asked me-” you start to counter, thinking back to the conversation. Sure, it was lengthy, but that’s only because of how Lieutenant Flam is, he always takes forever to get anything out.
“Stop! Lying!” Rekka exclaims, drawing back to slap you once more. Even knowing it’s coming does nothing to lessen the impact, as you feel yourself spin around from the strike. You’re staggering, hardly able to keep up as Rekka dominates the conversation. “You can’t be this stupid! I know you can’t , you can’t just throw your whole life away! You know better than that, don’t you? Don’t you!?”
Rekka is getting more intense by the second, and you can’t seem to get through to him. No matter how you try, he only interrupts you, his fiery intensity escalating by the second. He soon moves on from merely slapping you to outright punching you, and you really don’t know what’s happening. All Flam did was ask some questions, why is it this big of a deal? Rekka isn’t saying a word about being jealous, but his words and hits both rain down upon you, battering you into a state of senselessness.
“How can you just go around flirting with men like that!? I’m trying to look out for you, trying to have your best interest at heart, and you just want to ruin everything? I just want you to make the best choices! And stop doing stupid things like that!” Rekka continues, each statement punctuated with another hit. You’re reeling, hardly able to keep up with this assault. You’re at a loss, unable to think of any further arguments against him.
Rekka seems to take your stunned silence as compliance, admission to your guilt, and it only fires him up that much more. He doesn’t mention one word about your relationship, about the way he’s been fucking you on the down low for months now. He doesn’t mention how easily he could be ruining your life as well, every word is focused on Karim, on the way you were flirting with him and about to throw your whole life away sleeping with him.
It’s too much to keep up with, and you don’t even try. You merely take what Rekka dishes out, until you end up on his bed. Your habit is pushed up with practiced ease, as Rekka takes what he wants from you. You don’t resist, you don’t fight back. You couldn’t fight back against Rekka, no matter if he is in the right or wrong. Besides, you’re too dazed to do much of anything either way. He ends up on top of you, yanking your panties out of the way as he berates you, laying into you for daring to do anything with a man. It’s too dangerous, he says, as he presses the tip of his cock against your cunt.
Nevermind that he’s the one getting hard from all of this, that he’s the one pinning your arms above your head as he prepares himself to take you. You don’t point any of this out, especially once he starts thrusting into you. Rekka falls into rhythm, and you find yourself getting into this far more easily than you would have expected. This is what you came here for in the first place, though Rekka is far rougher than you’ve ever known him to be.
He’s ramming into you, and he slowly shifts his grip. He was pinning you down to his bed, but now, he takes hold of your throat instead. Slowly, so slowly, he begins to squeeze. You feel your breath being cut off, as Rekka seals off any attempt at inhaling. You were already too far gone to argue with him, or even respond, but he hasn’t stopped berating you even once.
“You stupid slut! How could you do this!? You know how dangerous it is but you did it anyway!” Rekka continues, laying into you even now. He doesn’t show any signs of stopping, or even letting up, as he continues to choke you. You wonder just how far he’s going to push this, just how deep this darkness that seems to live within him goes. But you don’t care, you know you couldn’t stop him even if you tried. You simply lose yourself in it, in the helplessness that stems from having Rekaa on top of you.
It’s all too much for you to bear, but somehow, you can’t help reacting to it. You’re getting into it as time goes on, finding this to be enjoyable. You don’t know what that says about you, but you merely nod, accepting all of Rekka’s words in the only way available to you right now. The fire soldier is more fired up than you’ve ever seen, and it’s all because of you. Because of how reckless you were, because of how you spoke to another man.
“You have to promise me you’ll never ever do something so stupid again, okay? You stupid slut, I need you to promise me!” Rekka goes on and on, still not releasing your throat. You do your best to answer him, to nod and attempt words, but it isn’t until he finally releases you that you have the chance. Of course, it takes you a moment to catch your breath. You sputter and cough, but that answer doesn’t satisfy Rekka.
He slaps you again, jostling you as you desperately try to recover. All the while, he continues thrusting into you, his cock stretching you with each and every thrust. He’s never been this aggressive, never been this rough, and you didn’t know how much you’d love this. Maybe he's right, maybe you are a slut, but you’re only a slut for him.
If you’re throwing your life away, if you’re making a mistake, it’s only going to be with him. With Rekka, with the man you love. It doesn’t matter how he feels about you, what he does or says to you. You’re in love, and that’s all you know. Once you can finally speak, managing only a hoarse whisper, you answer him.
“I promise, I promise!” you respond, and Rekka calms down a bit. But only for a moment, before he’s right back at it.
“Admit you’re a slut! A stupid slut who nearly threw her life away!” Rekka exclaims. It’s an order, and you do your best to do exactly that.
“I’m a stupid slut, I almost ruined my life!” you reply, and Rekka hits you again.
“Don’t ever forget it! And don’t forget you promised me to never do anything like that again, either, okay!?” Rekka asks, his voice booming throughout the room. You simply nod, doing your best to keep up. He’s so intense right now, more fired up than you’ve ever seen him, and even in the midst of his lecture he keeps his pace steady and even.
“Please, don’t stop fucking me!” you whine, and Rekka picks up his pace. He doesn’t continue, finally accepting your apologies and your promises. He doesn’t care that he’s doing exactly the things he’s making you promise to stop, it doesn’t seem to register or dawn on him. But you don’t care, so long as you don’t lose him. You would be just fine, being beneath him forever and ever.
“You’re going to be good now, you’re going to stay out of trouble,” Rekka says, nodding. Smiling, his grin growing bigger by the second. “I was just so worried about you! I only want what’s best for you, after all, and you can’t go throwing your life away! You know if they found out you’d be kicked out of the church, and then what would you do? Where would you go? Who would take care of you then? I was just so worried, because I know what’s best for you!”
“You know what’s best, you take care of me!” you respond, gazing into Rekka’s eyes. You never can get enough of them, the way they seem to sparkle and shine. They’re blazing brighter than you’ve ever seen today, evidence of just how much Rekka must care about this. You know he doesn’t love you, you know he only does this sort of thing because it’s what you want, but you don’t care.
If it means you get to spend time with him, if it means you get to feel him inside of you and look into those eyes, you don’t care. It’s all you want, he is all you want. You know you’re in too deep, you know you’re never getting out, and it doesn’t matter. You would happily be stuck with Rekka forever, and that’s that.
“Please… come inside of me!” you whine, voice cracking under the pressure. “I want to have your baby!”
Rekka’s lectures would have certainly prohibited that. There’s no way he’d forgive you for getting knocked up, but he doesn’t care. He’s such a nice guy, he’ll do exactly as you ask. He thrusts into you, harder, faster, clinging to your hips until he can take no more. With a groan, he comes, letting his seed spill into you. You cry out, pushed over the edge by the heat of his come filling you.
Maybe this time he’ll really knock you up, and you can’t stop hoping that’s the case. Of course, that would ruin your life just as easily as anything with Karim would, but Rekka doesn’t comment on that.