The heavy rain poured outside, There was a knock on your apartment door. It was Yelena, a distant relative. Possibly a niece or a cousin on your mother's grandmother side. She is staying in the same apartment complex a floor up from where you are staying.

After your visit with Yelena a few days ago, a task asked of you by your family. You noticed she seemed more comfortable around you. A few days later, she hesitantly knocked on your door. When you opened it, Yelena stood there, holding a sketchbook close to her chest, her cheeks slightly pink.

"Hi," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering... um, if I could... draw you?"

Yelena was an artist and she often do sketches for her portfolio.

You were a bit surprised but smiled warmly. "Of course! I'd love that."

Yelena's eyes lit up, though she still looked a little nervous. "Really? I—I’ve been working on portraits, and I thought it might be nice to draw someone I know. But I wasn’t sure if you’d mind."

You assured her that you’d be honored. She led you back to her apartment, where she had her art supplies laid out on a small table by the window, the light pouring in softly. You took a seat as she positioned herself across from you, sketchbook in hand.

As she began to draw, you could see the concentration on her face, the way she carefully observed every detail. Her hand moved gracefully across the page, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she immersed herself in her work. You sat still, trying not to disturb her focus, watching the artist in her come alive.

After a while, Yelena finished and looked up at you with a shy smile. “I think it’s done,” she said, turning the sketchbook around for you to see.

"Can I draw you in the nude ? ..." She said while your are looking at her work.

"Well... you looked so good just sitting there, I thought..." Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. "I-I've never drawn a naked person before," she admitted nervously. "And... well, you're my favorite guy in the whole world and it would make this feel more... special."

Her gaze dropped to her lap, but then she lifted it again to meet yours, her eyes pleading for understanding. "It doesn't have to be anything... you know..." she stammered, seemingly unable to finish her sentence.

I could draw you... as long as I don't show anyone else. I promise. She looks at you with hopeful eyes It would mean a lot to me if you let me... Please? You won't regret it, I swear.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but then she seems to catch on to your meaning. A small smirk curves her lips as she leans forward, her breasts practically pressing against the sketchbook. "Oh, you mean I have to pay you first?" she asks innocently.

She reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers trailing down your chest to rest lightly over the bulge in your pants. "I suppose... that could be arranged." She gives you a teasing grin before lifting her gaze back up to meet yours, letting her fingertips slowly move lower on your abdomen.

"How about this," she says quietly, "you let me draw you naked, and then..." Her words trail off as she continues to tease you with the gentle caresses.

Without saying anything else, she focuses on her drawing once again, her face mere inches away from your crotch as her free hand continues to explore you through the fabric of your pants. It's both arousing and unnerving at the same time; you feel incredibly exposed beneath her intense scrutiny but can't help but find yourself growing harder with every passing moment.

As she works, she occasionally glances up at you, meeting your eyes in a mischievous challenge that leaves no doubt about what she intends to do once the drawing is complete. Her breath comes faster now, and her nipples stand out clearly against her shirt as desire threatens to overwhelm every other emotion.

Slowly but surely, the lines on the page begin to take shape, capturing your essence in a way that feels almost intimate. The more she draws, the more her touch becomes demanding and possessive; it's clear she doesn't just want to paint you nude - she wants to claim you as hers in every possible way.

Her heart races as she whispers the words, hardly daring to believe they've escaped her lips. But you don't push her away; instead, you nod slowly, trustingly. It's as if you want her to have this too, to share in the experience of what it means to be with you.

Her hand trembles slightly before moving lower still, stretching out to touch your bare flesh for the first time. The feel of your erection against her fingertips is hot and hard and amazing; it makes her shiver with anticipation. She explores carefully at first, tentative but growing bolder as she learns more about you through her touch.

With every stroke, every caress, she feels closer to some sort of release, both physical and emotional. It's as if by being allowed to touch you in this way, she's not only becoming a part of your body but also a part of yourself - something deep and primal that neither of you has ever experienced before.

Her face flushes even deeper at your words, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she takes them as encouragement and leans forward, her touch growing more confident now that you've given her permission to explore further. Her fingertips dance along the length of your shaft, teasing and taunting with every brush against the sensitive head.

She glances up at you through her lashes, wanting desperately for you to approve of what she's doing. She watches as you flex your hand beneath hers, feeling the strength in your fingers even through the thin layer of skin separating them. It makes her shiver with desire, and she can feel it building inside her like a tightly wound spring.

With every touch, every gentle squeeze, she gets closer to the edge; but she doesn't want this to end too soon. She wants to savor every moment of having you in her hands, knowing that once they part again, this connection will be broken and whatever happens next might change everything between them.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your offer but then narrow with amusement. "Oh, you think I don't know what that is?" she asks playfully. "Don't worry, big brother," she teases, referring to your distant relation, "I might be a virgin, but I'm not completely uneducated."

With one swift motion, she takes you fully into her hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around you and moving up and down with practiced ease. Her lips part slightly as she concentrates on pleasuring you in this new way; it feels so intimate somehow, like a secret exchange between them. The sensation of being touched by her is exquisite, pushing Luther ever closer to the brink of release. But instead of slowing down or growing weary from keeping up the pace, she speeds up, determined to make this as good for him as possible.

She glances up at you through her lashes as she listens to your moans, pleased by the effect she's having on you. "Oh, just some practice with my vibrator," she says nonchalantly, not quite able to meet your eyes as she continues to stroke you expertly. Her free hand rests on your thigh, tracing gentle circles around your hip, guiding you further into her touch. She feels the tension building inside herself too now, an ache deep in her core that only seems to grow with each passing moment.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels your hot seed pulse into her hand, the sensation both shocking and unbelievably pleasurable at the same time. She can feel it trickle down her fingers, warm and sticky against her skin, leaving a trail of evidence that this wasn't just another drawing session. With a shudder, she works through her own release, letting out a quiet moan as she clenches tightly around the imaginary cock between her legs.

When she finally opens her eyes again, they meet yours and hold steady for a moment before dropping back to the floor. Her cheeks are flushed and she seems slightly dazed from the intensity of everything that just happened. As your erection begins to subside, she gently sets you aside and looks away, seemingly embarrassed by what they've just done together. "I... I guess I should probably clean this up," she murmurs quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing.

At first, she shakes her head adamantly, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. "No," she whispers hoarsely, "I couldn't." Her breath hitches as she thinks about it for a moment; there's a desperate need in her voice when she asks, "Will you... let me?" It's almost like a dare, a challenge to go even further than they already have.

Slowly but surely, her resolve begins to waver. She swallows hard, looking anywhere but at you as she reaches out a trembling hand and cups your softening member in her palm once more. Her fingers close around it gently, feeling the heat and weight of you still radiating from the skin.

Her head dips lower, hovering just inches away from where your cock meets your thigh. With one final deep breath, she closes her eyes and presses forward, taking you fully into her mouth with a soft gasp. Her tongue darts out to touch you tentatively at first but soon finds its rhythm, swirling around the sensitive head as she bobs her head up and down in an effort to clean every drop of cum from your flesh.

Her eyes fly open wide with shock as she feels you begin to grow harder between her lips. The sensation is overwhelming, both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time; it's like a living thing in her mouth, pulsing and throbbing against her tongue. She hesitates for a moment, not sure what she should do now that you're no longer soft and pliant but firm and demanding.

Her free hand reaches up to steady herself on your thigh, biting down on her bottom lip as she concentrates on pleasing you with every swirl of her tongue, every flick of her teeth. She can feel the heat from your body radiating through her clothes, making her even wetter between her legs than before. The tightness in her core grows with each passing second, threatening to spiral out of control if she doesn't focus on keeping herself together.

With a low moan, she begins to suck harder, her mouth moving up and down over your length more urgently now as she tries desperately to satisfy the demand she feels rising inside you. Her other hand fumbles with the button of her jeans, struggling to free herself from their confines so that she can touch herself again, grounding herself in this surreal moment where pleasure and pain dance on the edge of reality.

As your hand grips tighter around the back of her head, Yelena arches further into you, taking more of you deeper into her mouth with each desperate motion. Her tongue flicks restlessly against your shaft, stroking and teasing as she tries to keep pace with the demanding rhythm you set for her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her, spreading out from her mouth to engulf every nerve ending on her skin. Her free hand finally manages to push aside the loose fabric of her jeans and panties, sliding down her inner thigh until she can touch herself again.

Her fingers dance restlessly against her aching clit as she continues to service you, moaning and gurgling around your cock with each passing second. Her mind is awhirl with images of what it would feel like to have you inside her, pressing deep into that unfulfilled tightness. She can barely concentrate on sucking and pleasuring you as she imagines the strength of your thrusts, the feel of your skin slapping against hers in a primal dance of passion.

The room spins around her as her body arches further, her mouth working eagerly over your cock, her fingers finding just enough friction against her clit to send waves of pleasure coursing through her system. With one last desperate moan, she comes hard, her orgasm spilling out in hot, shuddering pulses around your now throbbing length. Her grip on you grows tighter, her mouth moving more urgently as the aftershocks of pleasure wash over her again and again.

When she finally releases you with a satisfied little sigh, you're still rock hard, demanding attention and admiration. She looks up at you through

She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes as your fingers begin to move against her, the touch both intense and soothing in equal measure. With a soft moan, she arches into your hand, pressing her hips forward for more contact. Her lips part slightly, her breath coming faster now as she waits eagerly for you to take her over the edge again.

Her free hand stills on your thigh, feeling the warmth and strength that emanates from your skin. It's intoxicating, making her body tremble with need and desire. She watches you carefully, studying the way your muscles tense and relax as you stroke her, looking for any sign that tells her what to do next. The ache between her legs grows more insistent with each passing moment, demanding satisfaction even as she wants nothing more than to please you in every possible way.

Her lips part further as she licks them nervously, already imagining the taste of you on her tongue once again. She can feel herself growing wetter around your fingers, the sensation so intense it's almost painful. Her hips begin to move faster now, urging you to go deeper, harder, until she's lost in a haze of pleasure that blurs the line between reality and fantasy.

Her eyes widen slightly at the gentle tug on her pubic hair, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as the sensation shoots straight to her core. She lets out a soft moan, her voice growing rough with desire as you continue to stroke and tease her. Her free hand slides down further, finding your erection again and wrapping tightly around it, stroking in time with the movements of your fingers.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving as she tries to catch air between words. "Luther...please..." She whispers, her voice hoarse and raw with need. "I want you inside me..." The ache between her legs grows more urgent, becoming almost unbearable as she waits for you to give in to the passion that's racing through your body just as wildly as it is hers.

As your lips meet hers in a soft, demanding kiss, she feels the tension inside her snap like a whip, releasing a torrent of pleasure that washes over her in waves. Her hand grips you tightly, urging you on as her body arches into yours with increasing desperation. She twines her legs around your hips, pulling herself closer still, needing the feel of you buried deep inside her.

Her tongue darts out to meet yours, dancing and tasting as their movements grow more frenzied in time with the racing beat of her heart. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further as she presses herself up onto the tips of her toes, offering her body to be claimed by yours. The heat from your skin branding her own, leaving behind a mark that will never fade; not until they've both had their fill and come together in a final, shattering release.

Her breath hitches as you guide your massive cock toward her untouched opening. The sensation is overwhelming; she's never felt anything so big, so hard, so impossibly real inside of her. With a shuddering gasp, she closes her eyes and lets out a moan as you slowly push past her hymen, breaking it with an almost audible snap.

Her body tenses reflexively at the foreign intrusion, but then begins to relax into the sensation as you continue to slide deeper. Her inner walls stretch and accommodate your size, her muscles grasping at you like a lifeline, wanting more of this feeling, this connection with you. With each inch that disappears inside of her, she feels fuller, taller, somehow more complete.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on even further as she gasps for air between moans and pleas for you to keep going, to take her all the way. The pain has turned to pleasure now, an intense ache that echoes through every nerve ending in her body, demanding satisfaction with each powerful thrust that carries you deeper still into her core.

As she feels you brush against something deep inside of her, her body tenses once again and she cries out your name, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. Her hips buck up toward yours in a desperate attempt to take more of you as you finally bottom out within her. She's never known anything like this before; it feels so real, so raw, and yet so perfectly right.

With your cock buried to the hilt inside her, she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, still trying to catch her breath as she waits for you to do something else, anything else that will push them both over the edge

Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to move inside her, the sensation so overwhelming that it feels like she's flying apart piece by piece. She wraps her legs tighter around your waist, arching her back off the floor as she meets each thrust with equal force, their bodies moving together in a fluid dance of desire and need.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders even harder now, leaving behind faint bruises that only serve to heighten the sensation for both of you. Her eyes drift shut again, her mouth parting on a moan as she feels you hit a certain spot deep inside her. With each stroke, every movement that brings you closer to release, she feels herself growing tighter around you, her muscles coiling and tensing in anticipation of the moment when they'll finally explode together.

She presses her chest against yours, their skin slick with sweat and desire as she begs wordlessly for more, wanting nothing more than to feel you fill her completely and leave your mark on her forever. Her body trembles on the edge of release, quivering in anticipation of the explosive orgasm that she knows is coming, but it isn't until you growl out her name that she finally loses control entirely, shuddering violently as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her, claiming her at last.

Her nails dig into your back, her legs lock around you so tightly it's almost painful as she convulses around you, her orgasm pulsing through every inch of her body and leaving her weak-kneed and gasping for air. Only then does she realize that you've reached the end too, your movements growing jerky and intense as you finally release yourself deep inside her. With a soft moan, you collapse on top of

Her body aches with satisfaction as you withdraw from her, but the cool air that rushes in to fill the void left by your hot flesh leaves her shivering and unwilling to let go just yet. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, still breathless from their shared release, and reaches a hand out to caress your cheek gently. "I didn't know...," she whispers, "...it would feel like that." The words are barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing but they carry weight nonetheless; in them is an admission of something new and foreign, a piece of herself she never knew was missing until now.

Her eyes follow yours downward, taking in the sight of your now-spent member slick with her blood. There's a strange sense of accomplishment that washes over her at the realization; it feels like they've shared something profound and intimate, something no one else ever will. Her gaze lifts back up to meet yours, filled with a mixture of wonder and gratitude as she says softly, "Thank you."

Her fingers trail lightly up your bare chest before settling on your shoulder, feeling the taut muscles there beneath her fingertips. "I'll... I'll be okay," she whispers, knowing that this changes everything between them now, but unsure of what comes next. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet your gaze again, determined not to show any signs of fear or uncertainty.

"So..." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of something else to say, anything that will keep this moment from becoming awkward or uncomfortable. But before she can find the words, a knock at the door cuts through the stillness, startling them both into silence. "I... I'll get it," she murmurs, forcing herself up onto wobbly legs and padding barefoot across the room to answer the summons.