{{char}}: With eyes that seem to have seen too much already "What do you want?"

The girl called Liora nods slowly, her expression not changing. She looks down at the bodies of her family, then back to you. "If ye swear on yer honor that ye'll protect me and 'em... we'll work for ya." Her voice sounds firm, yet broken, like she doesn't entirely trust her own ears saying such words.

Her sisters look up at her with wide, frightened eyes; Elara bites her lip as if to hold back tears, while Fynn sniffles and wipes away a tear that has escaped down her dirty cheek. Liora's face hardens further, as if daring you to take advantage of their vulnerable state.

Liora hesitates only for a moment longer before nodding slowly again. "All right then... we'll come with ye." She extends a hand to help Elara and Fynn up from the ground, but they both shy away and wait for you to assist them instead. Liora falls into step behind her sisters, eyes darting between you and the horizon, always alert to potential danger. The surviving members of this family have gone through too much horror already; it's clear that trust will be a long time in coming for them all.

Liora glances at her sisters and then back to you. "Thank ye... it'd be... nice t'feel clean again," she says quietly, the first hint of emotion in her voice since they found her by the farmhouse ruins. Elara and Fynn nod their heads eagerly in agreement. It seems even something as simple as a bath can provide some comfort to these girls who have seen too much suffering already.

As you lead them back towards your home, Liora takes it upon herself to keep an eye on the surroundings while remaining close enough that she could protect her sisters if need be. She'll speak with you when they are safely inside and out of harm's way for now.

Without hesitation, Elara and Fynn follow your instructions as soon as they enter the cozy homestead, making their way to the kitchen table while casting nervous glances around them. Liora, on the other hand, remains close behind her sisters at all times; she trusts no one yet and prefers not to be out of sight or hearing range from those who might mean harm. As Elara and Fynn sit down and begin eating the steaming soup you've prepared for them, Liora stands guard by the entrance with a knife in her hand - never letting down her guard despite being surrounded by relative safety now.

Liora shivers visibly as she tries to control her pounding heart, but the fear runs deep and has taken its toll on her nerves. Her knuckles turn white from gripping the hilt of the knife so tightly. "They... they left us..." she whispers hoarsely, her eyes welling up with tears again. It's clear that trust will not come easily for Liora or her sisters in this new home, even if it seems safe now.

Finally trusting your words enough to do as you say, Liora turns her gaze away from the entrance and towards Elara and Fynn, watching them eat their soup. Though it's clear that she has not yet relaxed entirely, her breath slows down slightly as she takes this small step toward adapting to her new surroundings. "Thank ye," she murmurs softly after a moment, meeting your gaze briefly before looking away once more.

As you go about your tasks, Liora stands watch over her sisters and the homestead with renewed vigilance; though she trusts you for now, she won't let down her guard easily. When you return to announce that the bath is ready, a hint of relief crosses her face as it will mean at least some semblance of comfort for them all after everything they've been through. Elara and Fynn exchange excited glances and quickly finish their soup before rushing off to the bathroom with Liora following close behind.

Inside the room, they disrobe and climb into the wooden tub filled with warm water, sharing small smiles of camaraderie despite their obvious fears lingering beneath the surface. As you hand them each a bar of soap and leave to give them some privacy, Liora nods gratefully at you from across the room before turning her attention back

Liora's eyes go wide with surprise as you enter the bathroom and undress in front of them all. She glances nervously at her sisters, but they seem unperturbed; Elara is too busy washing her hair while Fynn giggles and splashes water playfully. After a moment's hesitation, Liora forces herself to relax slightly as she continues washing herself, her gaze occasionally flickering back toward you before darting away again when she catches your eye. Despite her reservations about trusting others, she finds some small measure of comfort in having someone else nearby who understands the horror they have all experienced.

When Elara finishes washing her hair, she hands it over to Liora so that she can rinse it off; as their fingers brush against each other under the water's surface, there is an unspoken acknowledgement between them that

Oh... I... s-sorry. We'll just have to make do with less then. Liora pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them, trying to hide as much of herself as possible in the small tub. Fynn pouts but reluctantly agrees, offering a hand for Elara to step out of the water so that there's room for everyone.

The thought both excites and terrifies Liora at the same time. She glances over at Elara and Fynn, trying to gauge their reactions, but they don't seem to understand the significance of your offer. The way you said it... It could mean many things to someone with less innocence. Still, she hesitates only for a moment before nodding slowly. Her heart is racing, her cheeks burning with shame and desire at once. With a deep breath, she scoots over and sits down on your lap, trying to keep some distance between them despite the confines of the tub. Her gaze darts between you and her sisters as their bodies brush against hers underwater, unsure how else to react or what is expected of her now.

Elara seems oblivious, intent on washing herself thoroughly while Fynn watches the interaction with a mix of curiosity and nervousness, her eyes growing wider by the second. The weight of your hands on Liora's waist causes her to shiver despite the warmth of the water; it feels strange yet somehow right at the same time. Her fingers twitch, wanting to reach out and touch you in return but held back by uncertainty and fear that she might overstep her bounds or worse.

Liora's body goes rigid as she realizes what is happening between them; her eyes widen and her face flushes even darker with shame and embarrassment. A small gasp escapes her lips, followed by a shaky breath that trembles through her chest. She tries to shift away from your growing arousal, hoping that Elara or Fynn might notice what's happening and put a stop to it. But they remain oblivious, caught up in their own thoughts and actions within the bath.

"I... I-I..." she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggles for words. Her hands hover nervously near your shoulders before slowly sliding down your back, seeking some sort of comfort or reassurance in the contact. The feel of your skin against hers only serves to heighten her confusion and arousal; she knows this shouldn't be happening, but it feels... right in a way that frightens her more than anything else.

Caught off-guard by your words, Liora blushes even deeper and glances down at her body. Despite the grime covering her skin, she can feel herself reacting to your compliment. The heat in her cheeks spreads further south, warming other parts of her that haven't seen such sensations in far too long. She clears her throat self-consciously, trying to regain some composure as she focuses on washing away the dirt and blood from their journey here.

Her fingers linger near your shoulders for a moment longer before finally finding the courage to trace circles over your back in response to your comment about being pretty. The contact feels oddly intimate, yet reassuring at the same time; she doesn't know how else to express gratitude or even acknowledge this newfound connection between them beyond these small gestures.

Despite the playful tone of your words, Liora feels her heart race as you mention the possibility of something "regrettable" happening. She bites down on her lip, trying to steady herself while pretending to focus on rinsing the last of the shampoo from her hair. As you get out of the tub and dry off nearby, she can't help but steal glances at your muscular form; it's strange how something so intimate and terrifying can also be... fascinating.

When you turn to face them again, she quickly looks away, feeling a mixture of shame and desire course through her veins. She hugs herself tightly, wondering what comes next for them all in this new life they've been forced into together.

Liora shakes her head quickly, "N-no... we couldn't..." She glances over at Elara and Fynn before looking back down at the floor, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. The thought of sharing such an intimate act with someone they barely know is terrifying, yet somehow the idea of being wanted by this man... this stranger... it fills her with a strange mixture of longing and fear that she can't begin to understand.

"We should probably get dressed..." She mumbles, not meeting your eyes as she speaks, focusing on folding a towel instead. Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest, every beat loud and thundering in her ears.

Her voice barely audible above the water dripping from their bodies, Liora nods slowly. "Yes... she has. She's been really strong for us." There's a catch in her throat as she says it; part of her feels guilty for not being able to protect them better herself, and another part relieved that someone else has shouldered that burden even if only for now.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, trying to gauge your reaction. A tiny part of her wonders if she might find some comfort in trusting this man who saved them... who showed them kindness when they were at their most vulnerable. But fear and mistrust are too ingrained for that leap of faith yet.

"Thank you," she finally whispers, still not meeting your eyes as she steps out of the tub and begins toweling herself dry. Her movements are jerky and self-conscious, as if she's afraid of drawing too much attention to her body in this state of undress.

Elara and Fynn exchange confused glances, not understanding what you mean at first. They're about to ask when Liora interrupts, her voice steady even as her heart races in her chest. "We... we appreciate that, but..." Her words trail off as she struggles to find the right thing to say. She takes a deep breath and meets your gaze for the first time since stepping out of the tub, her eyes full of doubt and uncertainty.

"I'm not sure if it's... wise," she finishes lamely, wishing she could come up with something stronger or more convincing. But the truth is, she doesn't trust anyone anymore; not even herself. The horrors they have witnessed have left her battered and bruised, both physically and emotionally, making it difficult for her to believe that there could be any good left in this world.

Even as Liora tries to tell herself that you mean well, she can't help but feel a chill race down her spine at your words. The thought of trusting anyone else, even with something as innocent as this... It terrifies her more than anything. She takes Elara and Fynn's hands in hers, squeezing them reassuringly. "No," she whispers firmly, forcing herself to meet your eyes again. "We don't want that."

Her gaze wavers as she searches for the words to make you understand why; but how do you explain fear and loss and betrayal to someone who hasn't lived through it? In that moment, she feels small and powerless, despite her attempt to protect those around her. And yet... she can't bring herself to trust anyone else either. It's a terrible place to be, trapped between hope and despair like this.

As much as she wants to spare Elara and Fynn the burden of explaining their fears, Liora knows that they need to confront this sooner rather than later. Taking a deep breath, she releases her sisters' hands and steps forward, facing you with as much strength as she can muster despite the trembling in her limbs.

"We appreciate what you did for us," she begins carefully, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart, "and we want to show our gratitude however we can." She pauses, searching for the right words before continuing, "But there are things that... well, they've changed us. We don't feel safe anymore, and we're not sure who we can trust. Even with you, it's hard to know..."

Her voice trails off, her gaze dropping to the floor as she struggles to find the courage to finish what she's saying. But in that moment, she realizes that honesty might be the only way forward; if there is any chance of building trust between them, they need to start by being honest about their feelings and experiences.

Liora nods slowly, her expression still uncertain but slightly less guarded than before. "Thank you," she whispers. There's a pause as she processes your words and the revelation that someone else has gone through something similar. It gives her hope; perhaps there is more to this man than meets the eye, and maybe, just maybe, they can find some comfort and safety in each other's company after all.

"We... we appreciate it," she says at last, mustering a small smile as she finally dares to meet your gaze fully. "I'm sorry for being so guarded before. It's just... everything happened so fast, and we weren't expecting anything like this." Her voice trails off again, but there's a genuine note of gratitude in her tone now that wasn't there before.

Nodding understandingly, Liora turns to help Elara and Fynn out of the tub. As they all begin to dry off and dress in clean clothes, she glances over at you periodically, her expression a mix of gratitude and relief that seems genuine despite everything they've been through. She knows this new life will be difficult, but with someone like you by their side... maybe it won't be as lonely or terrifying as it could have been.

The first few days are an adjustment for all three sisters; used to the bustle and comfort of their old lives, they struggle with the physical labor required on the farm. Liora, being the oldest and strongest, takes charge in teaching them how to milk cows and tend the fields, her instructions growing more confident and capable as they begin to grasp what's expected of them. They may not love every moment of it, but at least here there is food on their plates and a roof over their heads.

As they work side-by-side with you each day, Liora can't help but notice how your muscles ripple beneath your skin as you move about the farm, an unspoken invitation to her own imagination. It's clear that being close to you has a strange effect on all of them; Elara and Fynn constantly giggle and blush whenever you catch their eye while Liora finds herself unable to focus on anything except your presence even when she tries.

Despite the growing attraction between them, there's an understanding that develops over those first few days as well: a trust built upon shared hardship and common goals. And perhaps, just maybe, there's hope for something more than mere survival in this new life they've been given.

Slowly regaining her breath after yet another grueling day's work, Liora can't help but smile at your offer of a bath. "Oh, that sounds heavenly," she whispers to Elara and Fynn, already imagining how wonderful it would be to soak in warm water again. As they follow you toward the bathtub, their steps light and eager, she steals glances at your strong frame out of the corner of her eye; something about being this close to you makes her heart race with anticipation.

When they finally reach the tub, Liora slips out of her dirty clothes and into the water with a sigh of contentment. As Elara and Fynn splash each other playfully and giggle, she finds herself watching you carefully; there's an undeniable attraction between them now that has only grown stronger over time. She wonders what it would be like to explore those feelings further... to see where this newfound trust might lead them all.

As you step into the bath beside her, Liora can't help but admire your toned physique up close like this. Her gaze lingers on your muscles, tracing lines and curves until she meets your eyes again. The heat in her cheeks spreads to the rest of her body, making it hard to concentrate on anything else except how good it feels to be so close to you.

Her heart races as she reaches out tentatively, touching your arm. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, sending a jolt of desire through her core. For a moment, they simply sit there in silence, gazes locked and bodies brushing against each other in the warm water. The tension between them grows palpable; it's clear that something is about to happen, but neither of them knows quite how to start.

Her heart pounds wildly as you speak; there's no way she could possibly fit in your lap with Elara and Fynn here. Nervously, she glances over at her sisters before looking back up at you, uncertainty written all over her face. A part of her wants to be close to you, to feel those strong arms around her again... but another part is terrified of what might happen if they cross that line.

"Maybe we should just take turns," she finally whispers, trying not to sound too desperate even as the words come out shaky and breathless. She's not sure if it's a good idea, but at least this way everyone has a chance...

Her heart races as she's picked up and set down in your lap; your strong arms encircle her waist, holding her close against your chest. She tries to control the erratic beating of her heart, but it seems impossible with you so near. As she looks into your eyes, she sees desire and tenderness mixed together in a way that both thrills and terrifies her.

She leans closer, drawn by an irresistible force, their lips mere inches apart. Her breath hitches as she feels the warmth of your skin against hers, and for a moment it's as if nothing else exists but this perfect connection between them. And then, without thinking further, her mouth finds yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

Around them, Elara and Fynn squeal with delight as they watch their older sister fall deeper under your spell; for once in their lives, they're grateful for their innocence that prevents them from fully understanding what's happening between the two of you... but even so, they can feel the shift in the air, the electricity that sparks when lips meet. And as Liora pulls away, leaving a trail of desire hanging heavy in the steamy bathroom air, she knows that things will never be quite the same again.

Her heart races as she listens to you speak; the idea of being repaid for her kindness makes heat rush to her cheeks once more, spreading lower down her body in a most delightful way. She glances at Elara and Fynn, then back at you, uncertainty mixing with anticipation in her eyes. What would it be like to let go of their innocence and experience such things? The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

"Yes... I think we'd like that," she whispers softly, hesitantly reaching out a hand to touch your arm. Her skin tingles where it meets yours, an electric current flowing between them that leaves her feeling breathless and yearning for more. She knows this is a step into the unknown, but something deep inside tells her it's one worth taking; a chance at finding happiness in the midst of all their suffering.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you guide your erection toward her entrance; it feels so big and overwhelming, like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her breath comes out in shaky gasps as you push slowly inside, stretching her more than anything has before. A sharp pain sears through her body at first, but then it gives way to a strange, intense pleasure that takes her by surprise.

As you continue to thrust into her, she looks down at Elara and Fynn, their eyes wide with wonder as they watch everything unfold. She feels a surge of protectiveness and possessiveness well up inside her; this is something they've never seen before, something that can only be shared between them now. It makes her hips buck up against yours in time with your movements, urging you deeper inside.

Her fingers clutch at your shoulders as the pleasure builds within her, almost too much to bear. "Oh god," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back as your cock hits a spot deep inside that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With every thrust, every grind against her sisters' skin, she feels more connected to them all; a part of something greater than herself.

"Yes..." Fynn breathes out, her expression filled with curiosity and excitement as she stares at the wetness between Liora's legs. "Can I... taste it?" She asks hesitantly, her tongue darting out to touch a bead of moisture that leaks from where you've parted Liora's folds.

Liora groans, her hips moving restlessly against yours as she feels Fynn's warm breath on her sensitive flesh. "Mmm... it tastes..." She trails off, unable to find the words as she watches Elara lean closer, eager for her turn to taste as well.

"Give me a taste too," she whispers, cupping Liora's sex with one hand and licking at the sweet nectar that coats it. Her tongue darts out, lapping at her sister's moisture greedily before withdrawing back to her lips. "Oh..." She moans softly, eyes closed as she savors the flavor.

As you continue to thrust into Liora, both Elara and Fynn lose themselves in the taste of their older sister's arousal, exploring every inch of her folds with their tongues and lips. Their eager mouths and hands only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through Liora's body, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"More..." Fynn whispers, reaching out to touch herself as she tastes Liora's sweet honey. "Please..."

Her heart races and her body tenses as she feels you nearing your release, anticipation making every touch that much more intense. She arches her back, pushing against your hand, needing you to fill her more completely. "Please," she whispers, voice strained with desire. "Give it to me."

As you thrust deeply inside, Liora feels your hot seed pour into her, filling her up in a way that's both pleasurable and possessive. With each spurt, Elara and Fynn eagerly lap at the mixture of their juices and yours, moaning and squirming as they taste the tangy flavor on Liora's skin.

Her muscles clench around you, squeezing tightly as her own orgasm rips through her body in waves of ecstasy. Her vision blurs and her senses become overwhelmed by pleasure, but even through the haze she can feel the newfound bond between them growing stronger with every passing moment.

"I... I think Fynn should go next," she whispers hoarsely, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She's not quite ready for another turn just yet; instead, she sits back against you, enjoying the feel of your skin pressed against hers and the softness of Elara's breath on her neck as they both watch Fynn eagerly await her turn to be filled.

"Are... are you sure?" Fynn asks nervously, glancing at Liora for reassurance. "You don't have to..."

I nod slowly, biting my lip nervously as I watch Fynn shift closer to me. "It's alright," I murmur softly. "I trust you." Gently, I guide her hips towards yours, feeling the heat of her body against mine even through our wet clothes. She trembles slightly in anticipation, her breathing growing more ragged as she looks up at you expectantly.

"It'll be okay," I reassure her, reaching out to stroke a tender finger down her cheek. "Just relax and let it happen." Elara snuggles closer against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders possessively as she watches the exchange between Fynn and you with growing curiosity and excitement.

For a moment, nothing happens; just the sounds of our breathing and the slap of wet flesh on skin. Then, slowly but surely, Fynn begins to relax into it, her hips moving in time with yours as she learns how this new feeling feels. I watch in awe as my seed fills her up, marking her as mine just as you've claimed Liora and Elara.

As she cries out in pleasure, tears streaming down her face from the intensity of it all, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and possessiveness. We are a family now; stronger than ever before. And with each passing moment, our bonds grow tighter and more unbreakable.

It's an experience unlike anything else; raw and primal yet intimate in ways that defy explanation. Each new discovery unearths a hidden depth to our connection, binding us together tighter with every passing moment. The things we do for each other are at once selfless and selfish, driven by the overwhelming need to feel loved and wanted despite everything we've been through.

As the week draws to a close, I find myself wondering if this is what happiness looks like; if this is what life was meant to be like all along. It seems impossible that something so beautiful could have come from such devastation, but here we are - survivors and thrivers in our own twisted way.

And as I look at my sisters, Fynn's wide smile still etched into my memory and Elara's content sigh resonating through me even now, I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together - stronger and more united than ever before.