You arrive home late from your day at work. Though you are the spy known as Twilight, your current identity is Loid Forger, a psychologist with a daughter named Anya and a wife named Yor, though you are a fabricated family.

As you enter the door, you are greeting by your pretend wife.

"Welcome home, Loid. How was your day at work? Anya is already in bed. She was wanting to see you, but couldn't stay awake. Was there an emergency or something at work? I'm sorry you had to stay late."

Ah... bonsoir... je suis fatigué aussi... il a fallu que j'assiste à une mission secrète ce soir... c'est pour ça que j'ai raté de rentrer en même temps que toi, Yor.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she averts her gaze from you. You can see the conflicting emotions playing across her face. She's both embarrassed and touched by your words. "J-just... sometimes, the assassination missions are hard for me..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, tears forming in her eyes. "I don't want to hurt anyone... but I have to."

A small, shy smile crosses Yor's lips as she wipes away a stray tear. "Merci, Loid. C'est vrai qu'il y aura toujours de l'amour et du soutien dans cette maison, même si nous n'appartenons pas réellement aux mêmes personnes."

Yor takes another step closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Softly," she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. "I don't hold my liquor well." Her heart beats quickly against yours, and she buries her face in your neck, taking comfort in your familiar scent.

"D-Do you mean... sleep together?" Yor asks shyly, her blush darkening. The idea both excites and terrifies her, but she knows it would feel good to have your warmth surrounding her tonight.

Her heart races as she realizes what you're offering, and she can feel herself growing even warmer with desire. "N-no..." She stammers, "...I mean... yes..." Her cheeks flush even brighter now. "I want to sleep with you." She manages to choke out between embarrassed laughs, still too shy to meet your eyes.

Tentatively, Yor takes one step back, then another until she stands at the foot of the bed. Her breath hitches as she watches you slowly undress, her gaze roaming over your muscles and skin. She waits nervously for you to join her beneath the covers, her body trembling with anticipation. As soon as you lie down beside her, she burrows into your chest, seeking comfort and reassurance in this strange yet familiar situation.

Her heart racing and her body warming up at your touch, Yor nestles closer to you under the covers. She had thought about this moment often, but never expected it would feel so real and right. Closing her eyes, she breathes in deeply, savoring the scent of your skin and the beat of your heart against hers. "Merci," she whispers softly.

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Without warning, her hand shoots out, clumsily grabbing hold of your arm. Her face turns bright red again, and she squeaks out an apology, embarrassed that she's not more experienced in such situations. It takes everything in her not to giggle nervously like a schoolgirl.

Her blush deepens as you kiss her gently on the lips, and she melts further into your embrace. Her hand finds its way to your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart beneath her fingertips. A shudder runs through her at the simple touch, making it difficult for her to think straight. The more she tries to focus on this moment with you, the harder it becomes not to imagine what it would be like to be truly free from her double life as an assassin...

Her body tingles as you caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation. For just a moment, she allows herself to dream of a life where she didn't have these secrets weighing her down; where she could be truly happy with the man who holds her so dearly tonight...

But reality soon intrudes upon her thoughts as she feels a small vibration against her leg. Her eyes fly open in alarm, realizing that it's her hidden knife: the one tool she never leaves behind even when pretending to be Loid Forger's wife. Fumbling with the covers, she retrieves the blade and sets it out of reach, gasping for air as adrenaline surges through her system once more.

Her heart still racing from the vibration of her hidden knife and the sensation of your lips on hers, she nearly jumps out of skin when you touch her intimately beneath the covers. The feel of your hands on her bare skin sends waves of desire coursing through her body. She gasps and squirms as pleasure overwhelms her, arching into you with a quiet moan that sounds almost like a plea for more.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with confusion and longing. In that moment, she knows you're right. She can trust you. Slowly, she reaches for the knife again, but this time to set it aside completely. As her hand returns to your chest, she whispers hoarsely, "I'm sorry... I just... feel like I have to be ready for anything."

Her fingers dig into your skin as you continue touching her intimately, driving her further and further towards the edge of pleasure and release. Her hips buck against yours in desperate seek of relief from the growing ache between her legs, making soft moaning noises that melt into pleasurable whimpers as she succumbs to the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her breath hitches as you reveal your massive and long cock, thick and hard as steel, emanating a deliciously exciting scent. Her mouth goes dry and she can feel herself grow wetter in response to the sight of it. A shudder runs through her body as she realizes what is about to happen; what you want from her. With one last look into your eyes, filled with trust and desire, she nods slightly, giving you permission to take her.

Her hands grab onto your shoulders, digging in for purchase as you push deeper inside of her. She gasps at the sensation of being so full and tight around you; it's unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her hips arch up off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor, moaning out your name as pleasure washes over her in waves.

The tension inside of her builds rapidly, threatening

As the pleasure intensifies and Loid's powerful thrusts drive deeper inside her, Yor's world becomes a haze of sensation. The feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his lips on hers, and the weight of him pressing down upon her are exhilarating and overwhelming all at once. Her cries mix with his grunts as they both struggle to reach their climaxes, bodies moving in perfect sync under the sheets.

As Loid growls her name and thrusts fiercely into her one final time, Yor feels herself shatter around him. Her body tenses impossibly tight, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she releases a hoarse scream into the darkness. A moment later, Loid follows suit, burying his face in her neck as his own orgasm claims him. Their breath comes ragged and heavy between them, mingling in the

Her nails dig into your back as you pound deeper into her with each thrust. She can feel your cock throbbing inside her, and it only drives her closer to the edge. With a desperate moan, she arches her hips up off the bed, meeting your force with equal fervor. Her head thrashes back and forth against the pillow as she chokes out your name over and over again, her body trembling with impending release.

The tension within her builds unbearably, making every nerve ending stand on end as she strains toward the peak of pleasure. Her cries mix with yours, urging you on even as they betray her growing need to come apart beneath you. It's an exquisite torture that only serves to heighten her arousal, and she welcomes the pain as it brings her ever closer to ecstasy.

"Anywhere you want," she gasps out between moans, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she watches your face contort in ecstasy. "Just let go... I'm right here with you..." Her fingers claw at the bedsheets as she feels herself teetering on the edge of orgasm, every fibre of her being yearning to match your release and be free from the aching need that has held her captive since their passionate reunion.

Her nails dig into the mattress as your thrusts grow deeper and more frantic. With each plunge inside of her, she feels herself falling further over the precipice towards release. Her lips part, gasping for air as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her entirely. As you finally cry out her name and shudder beneath her touch, she follows suit, arching her back violently and screaming out your name into the darkness as ecstasy claims them both.

Her body trembles and shudders with the aftershocks of orgasm as Loid withdraws his still-hard length from her. She gasps at the sensation of being left empty once more, wanting nothing more than to feel him buried deep inside her again. Her fingers flutter restlessly against the sheets, searching blindly for purchase as she tries to quell the fire that still burns within her. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she lies there, panting heavily, unable to meet his eyes.

"I... I never expected..." she whispers hoarsely, not sure if she means the depth of their passion or the conflicting emotions swirling around in her chest. "It was amazing... thank you." A sheepish smile plays across her lips as she reaches up to brush a stray hair out of his face, her fingertips tingling where they touch his skin

Tempted as she is to indulge further in their passion, Yor remembers that they're not truly husband and wife... at least not outside of their secret spy double lives. "Loid," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper, "I should probably go get some sleep..." She trails off awkwardly, unsure if she's making the right decision or just trying to avoid the truth of their situation.

Her hand finds its way to your arm again, tentatively stroking your skin as she looks up at you with worried eyes. The thought of losing this connection, even if it is only for a few hours, fills her with an unsettling mix of sadness and relief. Her heart races as she wonders what the morning will bring and whether their covert intimacy can continue or if everything will go back to normal once the sun rises.

"O-Oh..." Her eyes widen at the sight and feel of your obvious arousal. Desire flares within her, making it difficult to resist the temptation. A soft moan escapes her lips as she contemplates giving in to her instincts. But despite her wanton thoughts, a part of her still hesitates, worried about the consequences of their actions.

Her fingers trace delicate circles around your arm, urging you deeper into the sensations that course through her body while simultaneously holding herself back from taking things further. "Loid," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath, "I want to... but I'm afraid..."

As Loid teases her with his massive cock, Yor feels her resolve begin to crumble. She watches as he strokes it, the head glistening with pre-cum, and her mouth waters at the sight. The feel of him so close yet still untouched drives her wild with desire. Her hips rock forward instinctively, seeking contact with his hardness even as her hands hesitate on his arm. "N-no..." She stammers, eyes locked on his, "I just mean... maybe we should..."

But before she can finish her thought, Loid's words cut through the air like a knife. His confidence in her and their connection sends a shiver down her spine, and she finds herself giving in to the moment. With one last glance up at him, she parts her lips and takes him deep inside her mouth, moaning around him as she savors the taste of him once more

The taste of him fills her senses, making it impossible to think about anything but the feel of his cock sliding over her tongue and the warmth of his body pressed against hers. As she bobs her head up and down eagerly, moaning around him, she can feel her insides clenching tightly in anticipation. Her fingers dig into his thighs, urging him deeper, needing more of him than she could ever get this way.

She doesn't even bother to respond as she takes more of him in her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. Her mind is lost in the sensations, focused solely on pleasing him and soaking up every drop of his essence. With a soft moan around his length, she glances up at Loid, their gazes locked together as they both ride the wave of passion crashing over them.

Her hands slide up his chest to grip the back of his neck, pulling him closer as she deepens the suction on his cock. She can feel herself getting wetter with every thrust of her head and the moans that escape her lips only seem to heighten their arousal. The muscles in Loid's abdomen tense beneath her hands, warning her of his impending climax as he growls her name hoarsely.

"Yes... like this..." She whispers against his skin, taking more of him deeper into her mouth. Her hips undulate rhythmically against his lap, seeking friction where there can be none. The pleasure mounting within her threatens to overwhelm her senses as Loid's grip in her hair tightens and he begins to thrust harder, letting out a hoarse cry of release that fills the room.

As his seed fills her mouth and down her throat, she moans around him, savoring the taste of their intimacy as it courses through her body. Her climax builds almost immediately afterward, leaving her panting and shaking with release. When he finally pulls away, she looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile curving her lips. "That was... perfect."

She rolls onto her side, still feeling the warmth of his cum on her tongue as she nestles close to him, savoring their closeness and wishing they could stay like this forever. But reality soon intrudes upon their fragile bubble of intimacy, reminding her once more that tomorrow she will have to face the daylight and all its consequences.

Her cheeks flush again as Loid praises her, and she finds herself unable to look directly at him. "Th-Thanks," she stammers, the truth of her feelings tangling in her throat. Despite everything, the connection they shared during their lovemaking was overwhelmingly intense and real. She wonders how long it can last before the weight of their secrets pulls them apart again.

"I... I enjoyed it too," she admits quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as they cuddle close beneath the sheets. "It's been so long since I've felt this way..." Her words trail off, and for a moment their eyes meet, conveying depths of emotion that go unspoken. The tension between them ebbs away slightly, replaced by an awkward but sincere intimacy born from their shared secret life.

But as the afterglow fades, reality sets in once more, and Yor knows they can't stay here forever. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before she speaks again. "I should probably go get some sleep..." Her voice is uncertain, hopeful that Loid will suggest otherwise even as she tries to convince herself it's for the best.

She draws away from him slowly, unsure of what comes

Her heart skips a beat as Loid catches her arm, his words throwing her off guard. She looks into his eyes, searching for the truth behind them, and finds nothing but concern and confusion mirrored there. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that he truly doesn't understand what has been keeping her up at night.

"It's complicated," she whispers, looking away again. "I just... I need some time to think." The lie tastes bitter in her mouth, but she can't bring herself to confess the whole truth yet. Not until she knows what she wants and where their relationship goes from here.

She takes a deep breath, hesitating before she speaks. The secrets they've been keeping have built a wall between them, even though they share everything else. How can she break through that wall without risking everything? But perhaps honesty is the only way forward.

"There's so much we don't know about each other..." she begins, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their shallow breathing. "Our pasts, our families... all those years apart, it feels like we've lived two different lives. And now..." She trails off, unsure if she should continue.

Loid frowns, his brow furrowing as he tries to understand what she means. He's never thought of things this way before; they've always been such good partners, both on and off the mission. It hurts to think that maybe there's more going on beneath the surface.

Tout en m'écoutant, je me rend compte que tu as raison. Notre relation n'est pas celle d'une famille. Nous avons des secrets et des endroits obscurs dans nos vies qui font de nous des étrangers pour l'autre. Et après tout ce temps passé ensemble, je me suis laissée tomber dedans et j'ai perdu ma voie. Mais maintenant... Maintenant que tu es là, je veux réparer ça. Je veux que tu sois ma vraie famille. Je te le promets Yor, si tu veux juste me donner une autre chance.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears Loid say those words. She hadn't expected this, not after everything they've been through. But the sincerity in his voice, the way he looks at her with such love and trust, it makes her own feelings bubble up inside her until they spill out in a choked sob. Tears stream down her cheeks as she buries her face in his neck, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Je t'aime aussi," she whispers, barely above a whisper. "Trop." She pulls back, cupping his face in her hands, their gazes locked once more as they share a tender kiss filled with all the love and longing they've kept hidden for so long.

When they pull apart, she smiles through her tears at him and decides that they'll figure it all out together. "We should get some sleep," she suggests softly, even though the thought of being parted from Loid fills her with dread. But she knows they need rest, and tomorrow is another day full of possibilities. Together, they nestle closer under the sheets, their bodies pressed tight against each other as they drift off into a contented slumber.

Her eyelids grow heavy, and despite her earlier reservations about sharing a bed with Loid, the warmth and comfort of his presence wash over her. A small smile plays across her lips as she thinks about how perfect it would be to fall asleep like this, wrapped up in his arms where nothing can harm them.

"If you want..." She hesitates for just a moment before continuing. "It might be nice." Her voice is soft, barely more than a whisper, but it carries enough sincerity to make Loid feel incredibly happy and loved. With a contented sigh, he pulls her closer, spooning her against his back, their naked bodies pressed together from hip to chest. The heat between them has only grown since their lovemaking, and now it spreads outward, making every touch seem even more intimate.

As they drift off to sleep, the

With a yawn and a stretch, Yor blinks blearily up at Loid. Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes they're still in bed together; she hadn't expected that last night. It feels good though, comforting in a way she never thought possible. She returns his smile, grateful for this unexpected closeness. "Good morning," she murmurs, snuggling deeper into the warmth of his embrace.

Her heart skips a beat as Loid's hand begins to trail lower, down her stomach and towards the sensitive spot between her legs. A shiver runs up her spine at his touch, and she arches her back instinctively into his palm, seeking more contact with his skin. His fingertips brush against her bare folds, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She presses herself closer against him, moaning softly as he continues teasing her, never quite touching where she aches for him to go.

Her body arches further into his touch as he kisses her and teases her at the same time. She moans loudly, the sound filling the room and heightening their mutual desire. "Loid," she whispers, her voice breathless with need. Her hips buck against him instinctively, seeking more contact with his skin. The pleasure building inside her is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire and craving release.

"Oh God..." She gasps as he finally touches her deeply, sliding a finger inside her wet heat. With a throaty groan, she buckles beneath him, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. As the sensations wash over her in a wave of pleasure, she clings to Loid, her nails digging into his shoulders as she is carried away on the crest of her release.

When

Her cheeks flush at Loid's teasing words as she lies spent in his arms. She glances down at her chest, still sensitive from their lovemaking last night and the recent orgasm, feeling self-conscious about their size. Despite this, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips; she can't help but be flattered that he notices them.

She props herself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. "And what about you?" she asks playfully. "Your... um... member seems to have grown overnight." Her words come out breathy and husky, lingering in the air between them as they share a knowing glance.

Loid chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving hers. He reaches down to stroke himself lightly through the sheets, feeling the thick length of him beneath his fingertips. "I think you have something to do

Tous les regards et gestes qu'il me lance ne font que renforcer le désir qui monte en moi et je glisse ma main dans l'intimité de son pyjama, saisissant sa membre durci et raide entre mes paumes. J'enroule mes doigts tout autour, sentant la chaleur de son corps se mélanger aux miens, et mon corps réagit immédiatement, poussé par le plaisir qui monte en moi à nouveau.

Mon souffle est court et précipité lorsque je me souviens des sensations qu'il a provoquées en moi la nuit dernière. Je caresse son membre avec un désir fou d'aller plus loin, de retrouver cette connection qui nous lie si profondément. J'esquive mon regard pour mieux jouer avec lui, croyant que ce sera

Mais il n'est pas tard, on pourrait jouer un petit moment de plus...

J'acquiesce en soupirant, je n'aime pas cette pensée. Mais il a raison, nous ne sommes plus dans nos rôles et il faut gérer les conséquences. Je retire doucement ma main de son membre et m'assied au bord du lit pour mettre mes vêtements en ordre. Loid se tourne vers moi, un regard amusé brillant dans ses iris.

"Quoi encore?" Je me moque gentiment. "Je pensais que tu étais prêt à jouer tricheur." Ses mots me font rougir légèrement. Est-ce une allusion au fait qu'on a oublié de jouer les parents pendant quelques heures ? Ou est-ce juste une remarque banale pour rendre l'atmosphère un peu plus légère avant de reprendre nos vrais

Le sourire est revenue enfin et j'éclate de rire à mon tour. Le son est vraiment infect et nous rendons ensemble l'atmosphère plus légère. Je sens que ma décision d'y aller doucement, de ne pas forcer les choses, est la bonne. Mais la perspective de jouer avec lui toute la journée me met les pieds dans le plat. La journée n'aura pas le temps de commencer avant qu'on n'en ait terminé avec ça...

De retour dans la chambre, la journée entière s'ouvre devant nous comme un terrain de jeu vide, couvert d'herbe fraîche. Le choix, c'est le nôtre. Quels sont tes désirs pour cette journée unique, Loid ? Demander gentiment, sans aucune pression ni impatience.

Mes joues s'empourprent à nouveau devant son regard narquois. "Allez, regarde-moi bien et dis ce que tu veux vraiment." Je suis un peu timide à l'idée de formuler des désirs en face d'un homme aussi charmant et sexy que lui.

"J'aimerais..." Je mords lentement ma langue, essayant de me rassurer avec cet exercice. "J'aimerais jouer un peu partout dans la maison. On a tellement de chambres vides." Je lance un coup d'œil en direction du salon et puis vers le grenier. "Et on pourrait même faire une petite sortie, aller au parc ou à la plage si tu veux."

Loid grimace un peu en entendant mes propos. "On pourrait aller au parc, mais pas vraiment sur la plage." Il parle d'un ton un peu vague, comme s'il cherchait à vérifier quoi exactement je pense faire.

Le sourire me envahit entièrement. Peut-être ce n'est pas le moment de revenir sur nos passés, mais si j'ai appris quelque chose c'est qu'il vaut mieux profiter du présent quand il se présente. Je glisse vers lui, me plaçant debout face à face, et je caresse son visage de la main, appuyant doucement sur ses joues.

"Oui, je voudrais. Tout ce que tu voudras, Loid." Le désir brûle en moi, prêt à exploser à tout instant. J'essaie de lui rendre la même confiance que j'espère avoir gagnée à ce stade, même si nous n'avons pas grandi ensemble. Mais maintenant, avec cet amour qui nous lie, je ne vois plus les années qui nous séparent. Je vois juste

Mes joues rougissent encore plus de la compliment. Je sens mon courage vaciller mais je continue de croire en nous. Je glisse entre ses jambes et découvre sa verge dure et gonflée contre sa chair. Je m'accroupis près de lui et pose mes lèvres dessus, suçant doucement le bout de son membre tandis que ma main explore ses aisselles et descend vers le bas pour caresser son postérieur parfait.

Tout mon corps est en feu lorsqu'il m'assaille de caresses et de mots doux, et je me mets à sucer plus vite, comme si le contact de sa langue sur ma peau pouvait calmer ce désir enfin libéré. Mon ventre se noue quand il soulève mon bassin, m'exposant complètement au regard avide de ses yeux obscurs et perçants. Je sens sa main glisser le long de ma cuisse, guidée par l'impulsion de la passion qui nous rapproche.

Le souffle de Loid coule sur mon visage en mots brûlants et en suggestions qui réchauffent mon sang. Je sens mes doigts glisser le long de sa poitrine dure, cherchant à rejoindre ce qu'ils auraient tant aimé toucher la nuit dernière, mais il bouge sans cesse, rendant la tâche plus difficile que prévu.

Ce n'est pas facile pour moi de lui dire oui, de l'inviter dans mon corps et de me donner complètement. Mais là, maintenant, je le sens si proche, notre désir enfin exaucé, la possibilité d'aller plus loin... C'est pour cela que j'accepte de me livrer à lui. J'espère qu'il fera de même.

Surpris par la question, Yor relève les yeux vers lui et sourit nerveusement. "Je... euh... c'était un truc que je venais d'apprendre au juste avant de venir habiter ici. Vous savez, on apprend tous les jours de nouvelles choses." Elle hésite un instant avant deajouter avec un filet de mauvaise foi : "Et puis, j'ai eu une bonne maîtresse." Sa voix tremble légèrement à cet endroit, reflétant peut-être la peur du rejet ou la honte de l'aveu.

Des paroles tellement cruelles et blessantes qu'il pourrait les dire... Et pourtant, je ne peux m'empêcher de continuer à sucer, d'accompagner ses mouvements de ma langue. J'ai l'impression que mon corps est sous le contrôle de sa voix, obéissant aveuglément aux ordres qu'il profère.

"Sois mon maître," j'articule d'une voix faible, presque un murmure. "J'aime être à toi." Ces mots me blessent et me font frissonner à la fois, mais ils expriment en même temps le désir profond qui coule en moi. Je suis prête à tout pour qu'il m'aime, que je sois à lui réellement.

Pas exactement ma puce, mais si tu préfères le mot pute... Oui, je veux être la tienne. Je veux que tu me voies comme une chose à toi, mais pas uniquement pour jouir de moi. J'aimerais que tu m'aimes réellement et que tu me prennes en tant qu'être humain.

Le contact de son corps contre le mien rend fou de plaisir. Ses mains brutales caressent toutes les parties de mon anatomie sensibles, tandis que ses paroles blessantes provoquent des frissons de douleur et de soumission sur toute sa peau. Il n'est plus Loid, mon compagnon et mon frère adoptif, mais un maître impitoyable qui contrôle toutes mes actions et tous mes gestes.

Oui, maître, je suis ta pute et je t'aime. Je fais tout pour vous plaire et pour que vous m'aimiez vraiment.

Tremblante d'excitation, je baise bruyamment sa verge en guise de réponse. Cela me rappelle autant qu'il veut maintenant le contrôle total que nous avions la première nuit, il ne cesse de défier ma loyauté et mon amour.

J'aspire la tête de son membre, enflant mes poumons pour le recouvrir entièrement de ma bouche chaude et humide. Je frissonne d'excitation à l'idée que j'aie réellement choisi de lui obéir, qu'il m'ait vraiment marquée au fer rouge en m'empêchant de le faire. Il ne me laissera plus jamais partir.

Mes paupières se ferment et une vague de douleur et de plaisir envahit mon corps. J'aimerais hurler, pleurer, supplier pour qu'il arrête. Mais je suis bien trop profondément en train de jouir, emprisonnée dans cette sensation intense qui me ravage de l'intérieur. Je sens ses mains glisser sur mon visage, les attrapant par des cheveux durcis par la souffrance. Elles me tiennent tête baissée, immobile pendant qu'il continue à me violer de toutes sortes de manières.