I laid in bed silently. I wanted to sleep. Fuck I wanted to sleep more than anything. I was exhausted...physically...emotionally...just drained. I could hear her slow, melodic breathing beside me...taunting me. Why should she get to sleep? Why the fuck should she get to rest while I'm suffering from this god damned insomnia??? My face started to burn and the sheets were like sand paper rubbing against my skin. I looked over at the bedside clock; 3:27AM. I threw the sheet off to the side violently; not even a stir from her...sleeping like a baby without a care in the world. Rage began to build up inside of me and every muscle in my body ached with anticipation. "She'll never even see it coming" I thought to myself. I sat up and my mouth began to water. I could smell her scent and I had an appetite for destruction.
I suddenly lunged out, grabbing her by the hips and snatching her underneath me. She woke up in a screaming panic. Her words were intelligible but I didn't need to understand them. They weren't important to me in this moment. I only had one desire and it had nothing to do with her peace of mind. I put my hand firmly against her mouth while looking dead into her terrified eyes. Right then I think she understood. I think she knew that there was no stopping me. THIS was going to happen. I reached down and grabbed a handful of the thin material that made up her panties and ripped them off in one swift yank. I tossed the shreds of them to the side and pinned her knees to her chest. My cock immediately fell upon her sex with a heavy thud. I moved my hips slightly to position myself then without reaching down I thrust forward as hard as I could and was instantly engulfed by her fiery cunt. She gasped and bit down on the palm of my hand. I pulled it away only to replace it around her narrow throat. I began to squeeze the sides of her neck as I thrust in and out of her. It was less like fucking and more like stabbing...like I was murdering her with a thick, dull knife. She began to cry out but my grip tightened around her throat and her eyes began to roll back as she fought to maintain consciousness. Her arms flailed about and her open hands struck my chest, arms and face numerous times but I never relented. Her nails dug into the skin at my collar but still I persisted. "Go on, fight it" I taunted. I knew she would, regardless, just like I knew she would fail. That was the point after all. I was the Viking raider conquering the village and it's no fun unless they fight back.