Chapter 29: Bottomless Hunger
The scream tore through the apartment’s stale silence, a raw, animal sound of pure need. Evie jerked awake from a shallow, nightmare-riddled sleep on the floor, her body aching. The sound wasn’t one of fear, but of frantic, physical anguish.
Clare was thrashing on the bed, the sheets wound tight around her legs. Her hands were between her thighs, not soothing, but clawing. “It’s… it’s aching,” she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and desperation. “Evie, it hurts.”
Evie pushed herself up, every muscle protesting. The dim lamp light caught the sheen of sweat on Clare’s torso. And then she saw it. Clare’s clit, already sensitive and prominent from the serum’s first wave, had swollen overnight. It was no longer a nub. It was a thick, flushed bud of flesh, pushing out from its hood, the size of Evie’s thumb. It pulsed visibly, a frantic little heartbeat of raw nerve endings.
“Jesus,” Evie whispered.
“Don’t just stare at it!” Clare screamed, her composure utterly shattered. She spread her legs wide, a lewd, frantic invitation. Her cunt was a wet, dark mess, the lips puffy and glistening, but it was the newly prominent clit that demanded attention. It twitched, a jolt of pure need that made Clare’s whole abdomen convulse. “I’m so fucking empty. It’s like an itch in the center of my bones.”
Evie’s own body responded before her mind could formulate a thought. Her cock, which had softened into a heavy weight, began to fill again. The blood rushed back with a vengeance, the thick vein along the shaft throbbing in time with Clare’s sobs. The scent of Clare’s desperation—muskier, sharper than before—wrapped around her brain, short-circuiting pity, short-circuiting fear.
“You need to fuck me,” Clare pleaded, tears streaking her cheeks.“Properly. Not like last time. That was… a start. I need you to ruin me. I need to not feel this fucking hole inside me anymore.”
Evie crawled onto the bed. The sheets were cold and stiff in places, crusted with the evidence of their earlier violence. She positioned herself between Clare’s splayed thighs. Her enlarged cock nudged against Clare’s soaking entrance.
“There,” Clare hissed, her back arching off the bed. “Oh god, yes. There.”
Evie slammed home in one vicious thrust. There was no resistance, only a hot, wet, welcoming suck. Clare’s body was made for this now. It devoured her, the internal muscles seizing around her girth in a series of frantic, milking pulses before she’d even begun to move.
Evie set a pace that was nothing short of punitive. She pulled out until just the head remained caught in that gripping ring, then drove back in with all her strength, her balls slapping against Clare’s ass. Each impact jolted Clare up the bed. Each withdrawal drew a wet, guttural sob.
“Deeper!” Clare shrieked, her eyes wild, unfocused. “You’re not deep enough! I can still think!”
Fury, bright and cleansing, flooded Evie’s veins. She hooked her hands under Clare’s knees, wrenching her legs back and up, spreading her wider, opening her obscenely. The new angle was devastating. Evie’s next thrust buried her so deep she felt the firm, round pressure of Clare’s cervix again. She didn’t pause. She drew back and hammered into it, a relentless, rhythmic battering.
The wet, meaty sound of their collision was constant. Clare’s screams had dissolved into a continuous, broken moan. Her enlarged clit, trapped between their grinding bodies, received secondary friction with every slam, each touch sending violent tremors through her.
Evie felt her own orgasm building, a coiled spring in her gut. She was fucking on pure instinct, a mindless engine of release. Clare’s cunt was a perfect, searing fit, designed to wring her dry. She could feel Clare’s own climax approaching, the internal flutters becoming erratic, the walls clamping down in a vice-like rhythm.
“I’m gonna come,” Evie grunted, the words ripped from her.
“Inside,” Clare begged, her voice a wrecked whisper. “Fill that empty hole. Make it stick. I want to feel it for days.”
The permission was all it took. Evie’s vision whited out at the edges as the tension in her gut snapped. A raw, grunting noise tore from her throat, completely foreign. Her hips stuttered, losing their brutal rhythm as the first hot pulse traveled up the length of her cock and erupted deep inside Clare’s clutching heat.
She felt it, the distinct, thick jets painting Clare’s insides. She collapsed forward, spent, her weight sinking onto Clare’s heaving chest. The orgasm had been a convulsive, emptying thing. Shame immediately followed, cold and slick. “Sorry,” she mumbled into Clare’s sweat-damp neck. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t…”
Clare’s hand fisted in her pink hair, yanking her head back. Her blue eyes were blazing, not with disappointment, but with feverish triumph. “Don’t you dare stop.” Evie’s cock, still buried to the hilt, gave a hard, involuntary throb. It hadn’t softened. The sensitive flesh remained rigid, fully engorged within Clare’s soaked channel. “It’s still hard,” Clare whispered, awed. “It’s so fucking hard. Don’t you feel that?Keep going. Just keep fucking me.”
The command, mixed with the physical impossibility of it, sliced through Evie’s guilt. She pushed herself back up on trembling arms. Her cock felt oversensitive, a live wire, but undeniably solid. She dragged it out, the slide agonizing and exquisite, and pushed back in. Clare cried out, a sound of pure satisfaction. The pace was slower now, grinding, deeper. Evie’s balls, already drained, ached with a new, building pressure.
It wasn’t possible. Yet her body was disobeying every known rule. The friction, the wet, sucking heat, the sight of Clare coming utterly apart beneath her—it stoked a fresh, terrifying fire in her core. The sensations compounded, coiled tighter than before. “Clare, I think… I’m going to…”
“Do it,” Clare snarled, locking her ankles behind Evie’s back. “Fill me again. Pump every fucking drop into that greedy cunt.”
The second climax hit with less warning but more violence. It was a seizure, a ripple of muscle that locked her entire body. Another volley of cum shot into Clare’s depths, hotter this time, a seemingly endless flood. Evie gasped, shuddering through the waves of it.
Inside her, Clare felt it. Not just the fluid, but the organ itself. As Evie pulsed, Clare swore she felt the thick shaft twitch, a pronounced jump against her sensitive walls. Then, a subtle, impossible expansion. A fractional increase in girth, stretching her that tiny, perfect bit more. The feeling was unmistakable, a fulfillment of a dark, unspoken hope she’d carried since the first injection.
“Oh my god,” Clare breathed, her eyes wide with dawning, ecstatic horror. “Evie. It… it got bigger.” She clenched down experimentally, feeling the new, minuscule stretch with devastating clarity. A wild, hungry laugh bubbled out of her. “You came and it got bigger. Don’t you stop. Don’t you ever stop. Keep going.Get harder. Grow larger. I want you to split me open with it.”