Chapter 3: Night adventure
The deep silence of the apartment was shattered by the front door slamming open, followed by the heavy, unsteady tread of boots on the linoleum. Leon jolted awake, his heart hammering against his ribs as Victor stumbled into the bedroom, reeking of cheap beer and night air. "Wake up, I'm bored," Victor slurred, flipping the light switch and flooding the room with a harsh, blinding glow.
Amy blinked, squinting up at him without a trace of annoyance, a slow smile spreading across her sleep-softened face. "Hey, you," she murmured, her voice husky. "What do you feel like doing?"
He unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a sharp, purposeful sound. "Need my dick sucked." Without another word, he grabbed Amy's shoulders and roughly maneuvered her on the bed, pulling her until her head hung upside down over the edge, her blonde hair cascading to the floor. He positioned himself above her, his knees on either side of her head, and guided himself into her open, waiting mouth.
Leon watched from his pillow, the scene unfolding like a brutal dream. Victor began to move, a relentless, piston-like rhythm that made Amy's neck strain with each thrust. His hands gripped her bare breasts, not with tenderness, but like handles, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he used them for leverage to push deeper. A wet, guttural choking sound escaped Amy's throat with every inward drive, her body twitching involuntarily. Tears welled in her eyes from the strain, tracing paths back toward her temples and into her hairline.
"See?" she gasped during a brief, repulsive withdrawal, her words thick and distorted. "It's just... a thing he needs, Leo." Victor grunted, driving forward again, silencing her, his hips meeting her face with a dull, fleshy impact. Leon simply stared, the confusion a cold stone in his gut, as the bed shook with the force of it.