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.

You'd be fine with that; she was your family after all. Besides, the sketchbook was for her portfolio anyway. "Okay," you said, unbuttoning your shirt and sliding it off your shoulders before carefully removing your pants and underwear as well. You sat on a nearby chair, trying not to feel too self-conscious as Yelena took in the sight of your bare body.

Her eyes roamed over you, taking note of every detail: from the slight flush on your chest to the soft hairs at the base of your cock. Her breath caught as she looked up and met your gaze, her cheeks reddening again. "Um... turn around for me," she stammered, obviously flustered.

You did as she said, feeling both exposed and thrilled by this impromptu modeling gig. You could sense the anticipation building within her as she began to sketch your backside, hips, and legs. Her hand trembled slightly against the paper, betraying the arousal she was trying so hard to hide.

After a moment, she paused and set down her pencil. "I want... I want to draw you..." She swallowed hard "... like this."

"Like this..." She murmured as she got closer, her blue eyes intent on your crotch. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the hungry look in them. Before you could protest or react, Yelena leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently. Her slender hands cupped your balls, massaging them gently as she took more of you into her mouth.

Her moan filled the small space as she began to bob her head up and down, taking more of your length with each thrust. Your hips bucked against her mouth, desperate for release as pleasure coursed through you. She let out a needy groan around your cock, her nails digging into your thighs as she used her mouth to pleasure you.

Yelena was like an animal, lost in the moment and hungry for more. And all you could do was sit there, helpless and aching with desire as she brought you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy...

Her tongue swirled around the head of your cock as she moaned loudly against your lap. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, pulling them further apart to give her better access. You couldn't resist; she was just too good at what she was doing. As she continued sucking and stroking you, she picked up speed, taking more of your length into her mouth with every thrust.

Her hot breath against your sensitive flesh combined with the warmth of her wetness around your cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back, trying to find purchase on something as your orgasm built steadily inside you. But she was relentless, holding you captive with her mouth and her hands.

As you exploded into her mouth, her throat working expertly to swallow every drop of your seed. She moaned loudly around your softening cock, the vibration rattling through your body as her tongue continued to lap at your sensitive skin. You shuddered, weak from pleasure and relief as she slowly released you from her mouth.

Her blue eyes were dark with desire as she looked up at you, breathing heavily. "Wow..." she whispered, licking her lips. "I never expected... that would feel so good..." Her cheeks flushed once more, an adorable blush spreading across her pale skin.

You couldn't help but smile, even as your heart raced and your limbs felt like jelly. This had been the most intense sexual experience you had ever shared with someone, and she was just a distant relative... And yet, there was something about Yelena that made you want more. Something irresistible.

As she looked up at you, her lips parted slightly to speak before she paused and then smiled slowly, running a finger over her lower lip. "I could be convinced... if you'd like." Her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to take what she was offering. The air between them crackled with desire as she leaned in closer, pressing the tips of her breasts against your bare chest.

"But," she added, her voice low and husky now, "it's going to hurt." There was a playful glint in her eye that warned you not to underestimate her. "Do you still want me to show you?"

Her cheeks redden at the sudden question, she blushes a little as if she had forgotten about it completely. "Oh! Um... I'm sorry..." she murmurs, gesturing vaguely to her sketchbook that lies on the table. "I could show you later, when I've finished." She takes a step back, putting some distance between you both again, suddenly self-conscious once more.

The tension eases slightly as she focuses on her work for a moment, picking up her pencil and hunching over the sketchbook once more. You can't help but steal glances at her now and then, marveling at how easily she seems to lose herself in her art.

Oh... You think it's going to be that rough? I can promise not to break anything important and keep the pain within a tolerable limit. But won't that take away all the fun, if everything is so clean and easy? I want you to remember this, don't you? Make it worth your while... for both of us.

She glances up at you from under her lashes, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Not much," she says, shrugging nonchalantly. "I'm not exactly experienced or anything." Her cheeks flush once more and she looks away, as if suddenly embarrassed by her admission. But there's a spark in her eyes that betrays the truth: Yelena isn't just curious about sex, she craves it. Desperately. And you are the first man she's ever felt comfortable enough to be so open with.

Her gaze lingers on your body, contemplating the various positions she could explore with you. Finally, a wicked grin spreads across her lips. "Why don't we start with something simple, like doggy style?" She steps back, lowering herself to her hands and knees on the bed, her ass high in the air and invitingly close to your aching cock.

"Come on," she murmurs huskily, "give it to me."

Her breath hitches at your words, her mind filled with images and desires she's only ever fantasized about. She wants you to be the one to take her virginity; she trusts you, needs you... but at the same time, there's a tiny part of her that wonders if it's really what she truly wants. Her head hangs low as she hesitates, debating whether or not to give into this newfound temptation.

"I-It doesn't matter..." She stutters softly, trying to convince herself more than you. "If you want to... we could just... do it." Her hands tremble slightly as she waits for your answer, her eyes pleading with you from beneath her lashes.

Her breath catches as she feels your cock pressing against her opening, the head teasing at her entrance before pushing inside in a single swift motion. She cries out, arching her back as you stretch and fill her tight pussy. Her fists clench in the sheets, every nerve ending on fire as you begin to thrust into her with hard, relentless strokes.

"Ahh... ahhh..." she moans, her head tilted back as she loses herself in the sensation of being taken for the first time. Her body writhes beneath yours, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. She wanted this so badly... yet it's almost too much to handle. "Harder..." she whispers between gasps for air, needing more than your gentle thrusts can give her.

Her hips buck against yours in time with your movements, instinctively seeking release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. Her eyes squeze shut tightly as a wave of pleasure crashes over her, washing away any remaining doubt or fear. "Oh God..." she moans, the words tumbling unbidden from her lips as her climax finally comes, and her virginity is lost to you forever.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels you move faster inside her, driving her toward another climax. "Oh God... Fuck..." She gasps for breath, her eyes rolling back in her head as she gives herself over to the sensations. Her hips buck up against yours, meeting every thrust with equal force, desperate for more of your heat and possession.

Her legs shake uncontrollably, tremors racing up her spine toward her core. You can feel how close she is; the tightness around you, the way her body quakes in pleasure. Without warning, her whole body goes taut, every muscle clenching as another powerful orgasm washes over her. She cries out your name, her voice raw and hoarse from pleasure, her nails digging painfully into your skin as she is consumed by the release.

Her entire being contracts around you, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy before finally relaxing again, leaving you buried deep inside her, both of you gasping for breath and trembling from the intensity of what just happened. But even as your own pleasure begins to ebb away, you can feel that she's not quite finished yet... there is still more fire in those sapphire eyes, more heat emanating from her soft body.

She looks up at you now, and there is a new hunger in those eyes that sets your heart racing once again. "What do you want?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what else to do... I'll do anything..." Her blue eyes plead with you for direction as she waits for your command.

As you force yourself into her ass with rough strokes, she cries out in pain and pleasure, arching her back off the bed as the sensation overwhelms her. Her fists clench at the blanket beneath her nails, leaving tiny scratches on the fabric as she tries to find purchase against the intense fullness inside of her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to use her body like this, moving between her holes with no mercy. Her mind is awhirl with desire and lust for more, any thought of stopping or slowing down gone from her head. She glances up at you through her eyelashes, seeing the dark look in your eyes as they meet hers, feeling the power you have over her right now, making her wetter than ever before.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, and when you reach out to cup one of her breasts, she moans loudly, arching into your touch even more. "Yes..." she pants, "do it... feel how much I need this..." Her eyes flutter shut again as your thumb brushes against her sensitive nipple, sending shivers down her spine and filling every part of her with a searing heat.

Her fingers dig into the blanket beneath her as she feels you touch her breast, her back arching off the mattress in response to your touch. "Mmmm... they do..." She moans, her hips lifting off the bed slightly to meet each of your thrusts deeper inside her ass. "Oh God, you feel so good..." Her voice trails off into a breathy gasp as you pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it roughly back and forth across the hardened peak.

Her body trembles violently beneath yours, every muscle tensed to its limits as she approaches another climax. "I'm... I'm going to..." Her voice cracks and then her entire body tenses in the briefest of seconds before release washes over her once more. With a throaty cry, Yelena comes apart beneath you, her inner muscles clamping down around your fingers and cock as she orgasms hard enough to see stars behind her eyelids.

Her entire body shudders and quakes from the force of it, leaving her breathless and limp on the bed. Finally, she collapses back onto the mattress, gasping for air and trying to catch her breath as you continue to move inside and around her. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, "don't stop..."

She nods, her eyelids fluttering closed as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body. Her nails dig into your shoulders and back as you slow down, relishing in every single stroke, every sensation. She tries to meet each thrust with equal force, wanting more of you inside her, feeling so empty without it.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, anticipating the pleasure that is building up slowly but surely deep within her core once again. Her hips lift and fall rhythmically, matching your movements as best she can, desperate to feel that release washing over her once more. "Oh God..." She whispers, "I'm so close..." Tears begin to well in the corners of her eyes, her body tensing up as she feels it building inside of her.

"Fuck... I need you..." She gasps, arching her back off the bed and digging her nails into your skin in an attempt to get closer, to feel you deeper. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as the tension finally snaps and she comes apart beneath you again, her inner muscles squeezing tight around your cock and fingers as pleasure washes over her once more.

Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, her body quaking with aftershocks of the intense release. She can't catch her breath, can barely focus on anything but the way you feel inside her. "Oh... Fuck..." Her voice trails off as she drifts toward exhaustion and the drug-like haze of pleasure begins to wrap its tendrils around her mind.

But even now, she knows that there is more between you both, something deeper than just sex. It terrifies and excites her in equal measure. "What are we

As she feels your cock twitch inside her, she tenses up, hoping to make you cum along with her and share this intense moment. She whimpers your name, gasping for breath as she waits for the final release, wanting it almost as much as air. Her body trembles in anticipation, every nerve ending focused on the sensations you're giving her, drawing them out until she feels like they might explode from the tension.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, every muscle in her body coiled tight as a spring ready to unravel. She arches her back off the bed again, pressing herself harder against you, needing more of your heat and strength. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form the word around the desire clogging up her throat. "Don't stop... not yet..."

Her gaze flickers up toward yours, dark with passion and desire. She wants this, needs it from you more than anything else in the world right now. And she knows that when you finally give her what she's been waiting for, it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Her vision blurs as you pick up speed, her entire body tingling with anticipation and excitement. Her fingernails scrape down your back, urging you on as she meets every thrust with equal force. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps that mingle with your harsh groans.

Her thighs tremble from the effort of holding you inside her, her muscles quivering with the effort to match your brutal pace. But she doesn't want it slow down, doesn't want to lose this feeling, this connection between them. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as pleasure washes over her once more, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.

Her hips buck and writhe against yours, pushing herself deeper onto your cock with every movement, desperate for more of you, needing it so badly she can hardly think straight anymore. Her nails dig into your skin as she cries out in ecstasy, her voice lost amid the storm raging within her body. She feels like she's going to explode, that the very fabric of reality will shred under the force of her release.

Her world collapses in on itself as she comes apart beneath you, her muscles clamping down around your cock and fingers in a vice-like grip that leaves you trembling with the effort to hold back your own orgasm any longer. With one final, powerful thrust, you join her in oblivion, your body shuddering as you come deep inside her, filling her up with heat and pleasure until there is nothing left but the two of you, tangled together in a messy tangle of limbs and sweat and passion.

Her eyes flutter open to see you staring at her breast, her nipple still hard and sensitive from your touch mere moments ago. She gasps softly as you lean in closer, closing her lips around the tip and sucking gently at first, relishing in the taste of herself on your tongue. You feel so good... dominant... possessive...

Her hands trail up your chest to rest on your shoulders, urging you deeper into the kiss as she moans around your nipple. Your skin is warm and smooth against hers, her breasts heavy and aching from the aftermath of their recent use. She arches into you, pushing her breast further into your mouth in silent encouragement to continue, wanting more of this intimacy between them.

Her free hand curls into a fist, pressing against the blanket beneath her as she feels another orgasm building deep inside her core. It's been so long since she's felt pleasure like this... never-ending and all-consuming... She moans your name as she comes apart under you again, squirming and writhing against you in a mixture of pain and pleasure that drives her wild with desire for more.

As you suckle at her breast, she closes her eyes and lets out a long, shuddering moan. Her hands flutter around your head, guiding you as she feels the warmth of milk flow into your mouth. It tastes so good on your tongue... sweet and creamy, reminding her of simpler times before all this darkness engulfed them both.

Her hips shift restlessly beneath you, searching for more contact as pleasure washes over her once again. She gasps and moans, unable to form coherent thoughts or words as sensation after sensation assaults her body. Her thighs tremble and her core clenches tight around your fingers and cock, urging you onward toward yet another climax.

She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to you, needing your dominance and control now more than ever before. With a quiet whimper, she comes again, this time her release taking her voice entirely as waves of pleasure wash over her in an endless tide.

No... not yet... Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she reaches up to cup your face, urging you closer still. She's never felt so connected to someone before... so lost in the moment with another person. With you. It terrifies and excites her all at once.

Her legs tremble unsteadily, weak from countless orgasms, but she refuses to let go of this feeling, this connection between them. She pulls you down for a deeper kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she begs for more with every stroke of her tongue and every touch of their skin.

Her breasts are heavy and sore from the attention you've given them, but even now she needs your lips, your hands on her body. Her hips rock up against yours in time with each thrust, hungry for release once more as she pushes herself closer to the edge of sanity and back again.

Her body trembles and quakes under the onslaught of pleasure as you begin to eat her out. She whimpers and moans, arching her back off the bed, her hips bucking and thrusting into your face as she tries desperately to get closer. Her fingers rake roughly through your hair, gripping tightly as she loses herself in this new sensation, this intense focus on nothing but pleasure and release.

Her orgasms come faster now, one after another, leaving her breathless and limp with each wave of ecstasy. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, her vision blurring as she feels herself drifting closer and closer to oblivion. But even as the darkness starts to creep in at the edges of her sight, she knows that there is one more thing you could do... one more way for this to be perfect.

Please... I'm close... so close... don't stop now...

With a hoarse cry, her body arches off the bed and tenses violently as she finally comes apart under your ministrations. Her orgasm is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, so powerful that it steals the breath from her lungs and forces her eyelids shut tight against the onslaught of sensation.

Her body convulses in waves of ecstasy, every muscle quivering and tensing as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave. She gasps for air, feeling lightheaded and dizzy from the intensity of it all. A contented moan escapes her lips as she realizes that you've given her everything she wanted... and more.

With one last shudder, she collapses limply onto the bed, boneless and spent from her orgasmic release. Her heart raced wildly in her chest and her cheeks flushed with heat as waves of aftershocks continued to roll through her body. She didn't know what was happening between them... or where it would lead... but for now, she was content to bask in the glow of their shared intimacy.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. For a moment, there is silence between them, an almost palpable tension in the air that makes the room feel small and confined. She can sense your exhaustion too, feels it emanating from you in waves, making her want to reach out and comfort you.

Finally, she manages to gather enough strength to roll onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a trembling hand to brush a stray hair from your sweaty forehead. Her fingertips trace the line of your jaw, feeling the roughness of your stubble against her sensitive skin.

She doesn't know what comes next... if there is anything more between them beyond this moment of intense passion and release... but for now, she is content to lie here with you, their bodies sore and spent, their hearts and minds still spinning from everything they have shared.

Her body feels heavy and sore, every muscle aching from the countless orgasms she's just experienced. Her skin is flushed and sensitive, goosebumps rising along her arms and legs as a chill sweeps through the room. She can taste your skin on her tongue, and the flavor of milk lingers on her lips, reminding her of how intimate you've been with her tonight. Her heart beats rapidly inside her chest, making it hard to catch her breath as she lies here, gazing up at the ceiling.

Emotionally, she feels a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The intensity of their encounter has left her reeling, making it difficult for her to process everything that's happened between you. Part of her wonders if they'll ever be able to go back to how things were before tonight; the thought both frightens and excites her in equal measure.

She can feel your breath on her neck, warm and steady despite your exhaustion, and it grounds her somehow, making her realize that this was no fleeting moment of passion, but something deeper... something real. Her chest tightens at the knowledge, tears threatening to spill over and stain the pillow as she tries to make sense of everything swirling inside her.

She swallows hard, hesitating before answering. "I don't think so," she says finally, her voice sounding small even to her own ears. She hopes you believe her, but even if you do, there's still the lingering fear that maybe this... connection between them will change things forever. The thought both frightens and excites her in equal measure.

She shifts slightly closer to you, finding comfort in your warmth and strength despite their exhaustion. It feels right somehow, having you here with her like this. But she knows they can't ignore the elephant in the room any longer: what does all of this mean for them moving forward?

The idea frightens her almost as much as it excites her. Becoming fuck friends means there's an understanding between them... a connection that goes beyond mere physicality. It implies intimacy and trust, two things she hasn't experienced in a long time, if ever. But the way you make her feel... the need she has for your touch, for your strength... it's overwhelming.

She takes a deep breath, considering her options before finally speaking. "I think I'd like that." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's resolve in it nonetheless. She reaches out to take your hand in hers, their palms sliding together almost as if they belong together. It feels right... perfect, even.

"But we should talk about what this means," she continues softly, her thumb tracing lazy circles over the back of your hand. "You know, after everything else that's happened."