Author's note: Hey guys, this is my first story (well, drabble). I had only translated English stories into Spanish before. Please notice that I'm Mexican. English is not my native language, so please tell me if you see any mistake. Any observation (good or bad) will be appreciated, but please be respectful.
And before starting, I'd like to thank MirandaBasilisk for her corrections.
Enjoy (:
Despicable
"You will not hate this quite so much as you believe", she had told him. But no matter how much she had tried to keep her word, she knew it hadn't been like that, but worse. He had only thought on his beloved. The curve-tight woman that was below him was just a necessary object for a ritual which would save the life of who he cared the most.
Despicable.
The act had been made quickly, without feelings; with the only intention of finishing the ritual as soon as possible and get away from each other in order to clean themselves off the remains of that terrible experience.
And she felt nothing for him, but she had felt how the warden had made all his movements mechanically, governed by duty rather than pleasure.
Despicable.
That is how she had felt. It had been just a little at the beginning, when she realized that despite her well formed body, she had not been able to arouse that man.
But when he finally reached orgasm, screaming the female warden's name, her mind tormented her with that feeling, completely filling her head.
He had had to imagine he was with his woman in order to feel something.
Despicable.
Then he had gotten up, without even waiting to catch his breath. He hastily got dressed and immediately left, without even looking or speaking to her.
Withouth thanking her for giving him her virginity in order to save the female warden's life.
Despicable.
And she was still there, lying in her friend's bed. Still exhausted, confused, and now upset. Because never, ever in her life, no one had ever made her feel despicable.