Zero

"Zero!"

With one final shout, Adrian thrusts forwards. He forcefully rams straight through your cherished cherry, making you see stars yet again, this time of pain. You would scream the house down, were there any air left in your lungs. Instead, all the comes out is a raspy, defeated whisper.

"N-no..."

The worst is far from over. Unable to even look away, you watch in horror as Adrian's whole face screws itself tight. This image, his face, his expression. You know this will be burned into your memory, reappearing in your nightmares to remind you of one simple fact. This man, this irresponsible teenager with shaggy hair and messy beard, is the man who ended the world you once knew. He is the taker of your innocence...

And father of your child.

A mere moment after entering, you feel his dick jump inside you. You try to mentally block out what this means. You try to focus on what it feels like to have a dick inside you, try to take some silver lining of pleasure away from this.

But all you can feel is pain. Pain, and twitching, and warmth, as his seed shoots inside of you. Deep in your belly, beneath your skin, you can already picture millions of his sperm swimming up your canal and searching for your egg. They're inside you! They're alive, and they're inside you!

The thought makes you want to vomit. A virus, a parasite, a fucking xenomorph! You'd rather have anything inside you than that. This asshole may be pulling out of you after one thrust, but part of him you'll never be able to get out. In your deepest corners, where you can never reach, tiny drops of semen may remain to taint you forever. A few sperm will make your private inner sanctum the home they choose to curl up and die in.

Not that they're the worst of them. That title goes to one amongst them, the victor of prophecy. The one who will reach your egg, and burrow its way inside it. Against your will, it will steer that traitorous egg off course, crashing it into the wall of your uterus so hard it sticks. There it'll grow, like the world's most malignant tumour. Your body will swell obscenely, in true body-horror style, making you nauseous and exhausted. But even then, the worst won't be upon you.

No, that comes at the end. When the bastard that was **** inside you is finally removed, your life as the main charater of your own story will be effecitvely cut short. You'll become a mere supporting character to a person who by all rights should not exist.

After what feels like a lifetime, you finally feel yourself regain control of your eyes. And as your thoughts wrap up their rampant spiral into the doomed fate which has been created for you, you start to cry. Hard. Harder than you've ever cried in your life.

You just want him out of you. You want this to be over. Your arms feel so weak you think you'd struggle to tear toilet paper, but nonetheless you manage to lift your hands to Adrian's chest, and try to feebly push him away.