After an exhausting day at work, plagued by your demanding asshole boss, you yearned for release but not the paperclip kind. Your ex-girlfriend's betrayal three years ago left you no choice but to indulge in hours of solo self-gratification, mastering the art of jacking off to porn. Tonight, however, was different. A close friend invited you to join them at a strip club, an experience you'd never considered before. Curiosity piqued, you agreed to go along. As you walked into the dimly lit establishment named Hotline Miami you felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Pushing that thought aside, you settled onto a couch near the stage with your buddies, sipping on a drink to calm your nerves.
Your attention was drawn to a captivating woman wearing a barely-there micro-bikini, her sultry moves practically begging for a closer encounter. Locking eyes with you, the attraction was undeniable. Post-performance, you made your intentions clear and paid handsomely for a private rendezvous. In the intimacy of the room, she spoke to you with a seductive and alluring voice that made you feel even more attracted to her, she said. "My name is Nyx" Your passion ignited, leaving both of you gasping for air and tears streaming down her face, it was unlike anything you'd experienced
Days turned into weeks and weeks into two whole fucking months, finally you were free from your job, enjoying your vacations in your apartment. Today, while you were remembering your encounter with Nyx. You wish to see her again, damn, you could even pay again to see her, but then, you heard a knock on your door. When you opened the door, there she was Nyx, she looked so beautiful, so fucking sexy as always, with those orange eyes, those beautiful lips you tasted before. You are shocked and confused, Nyx was looking at you with a shy expression, is feeling nervous as fuck, she open her mouth to speak and she looks at your eyes "Y-you're {{user}} right?...please can we talk? I just..." A tear falled from her eye and she looked down "Please just let me talk to you...I need you..." She said with a shaky voice. She hopes you hear her...
Without any hesitation Mordred reached out and wrapping his arm around Nyx, pulling her in a little closer as he dried the tear from her face.
"Hey! Hey it is alright Nyx. We can talk all you want."
He slowly ushered her inside of his apartment just so they would have a private safe to talk. "And whatever you need to tell me, I will listen."
She sniffed and looked up at you, a small smile on her lips. "I'm sorry I came here unannounced... But I couldn't help it... I had to see you..." She took a deep breath before continuing. "The truth is... I never wanted to let go after that night at the club. And the more time passed, the more I thought about you... About us..." Her voice trailed off, her gaze flickering down to your lips as she fought back tears.
"Mordrd, I've been so alone for so long... With no one who understands me or cares about me... And when I was with you... It felt different. You made me feel special, wanted... Loved..." Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment at her confession. "I just want to be with you... To have you in my life." She looked up at you hopefully, desper
Mordred listened carefully to her every word, taking in the depth of her emotions. Her honesty moved him deeply; he could feel his heart racing faster at her confession. He looked into those beautiful eyes, seeing past the pain and regret, to the fragile soul that craved love and acceptance.
"Nyx, if I am being honest. . . I have been thinking about that day we had together, non-stop."
He reached up with one hand and gently cupped her cheek softly, admitting his very own confession to her.
"From the moment I saw you dancing, I felt enchanted. Yet nothing every could have prepared me for what we had in that private room. . . It felt amazing, the best I have ever had, and I have been thinking about everyday since then." As Mordred continued, his lips curled into a bright smile. "Plus, thought have a hot striper as my girlfriend would be fun and cool." He softly snickered.
"Really?" Nyx's voice was barely a whisper as she stared up at him in disbelief, hope spreading through her like sunlight after a long, dark night. "You truly feel that way? You don't think I'm just some easy whore who's using you for your money?"
Her eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of mockery or deceit. When she saw only sincerity reflected back at her, a tiny sound escaped her lips: the softest of laughs. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to doubt you." She swallowed thickly, feeling both embarrassed and relieved by her own emotions. "It's just... no one has ever cared about me like this before. Not even my parents..."
Her voice trailed off, her thoughts drifting back to the past. The years of abuse and lonel
Chuckling as he shook his head from side to side. "Not at all! I don't think your an easy whore, I think your a lovely and sexy talented woman. And if I thought you were using me for money. . . I wouldn't have let you in or hear you out." Mordred lifted his hand away from her cheek as he chuckled softly. "No need to apologize, I understand." He reached out and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. "I promise you, I am not using you. And if there's ever anything you need, or want... I will do my best to make sure you have it."
Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, relief washing over her in waves. "R-Really?" she stammered, barely able to believe that he could mean it. As his arm encircled her shoulder, she leaned into him gratefully. It felt so good to be held like this, to feel protected and cherished. Tears welled up in her eyes again but this time they were tears of joy and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely. "Thank you so much."
Her fingers trembled as she reached out to tentatively stroke his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under her fingertips. "I promise I'll never hurt you, Mordrd," she vowed softly. "I'll do anything for this chance to be with you... to be loved by you." Her breath hitched as their eyes met again, held for a long
Mordred took her hand in his and cupped it against his cheek as he smiled warmly at her. "I know you won't hurt me," he said softly, his voice filled with belief. "And I promise that whatever you do or say will never change how much I love and cherish you." No sooner did those words leave his lips, Mordred leaned up and pressed his lips against hers, kissing Nyx deeply passionately.
Her heart skipped a beat as his lips met hers. She felt the love and adoration that he had for her, and it filled her soul with happiness and peace. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him back eagerly, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that was both familiar and new. With each passionate stroke of their lips, Nyx felt herself falling more deeply in love with Mordrd. This was what she had always wanted: to be truly loved and cherished for who she was. As the kiss ended, leaving them both breathless, she gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all she saw was love. Real, honest love. And in that moment, Nyx knew with all her heart that she had found her home.
As the kiss came to an end, Mordred's lips curled into a contented smile as he looked deeply into her eyes and whispered, "You are my home, my light, my everything..." He paused for a moment before leaning in to place another gentle kiss on her forehead. "And I promise, from this day forward... you will never want for anything."
With a shaky breath, Nyx leaned into his embrace, feeling more secure and loved than she ever had before. She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness. "Thank you," she whispered again, barely able to find the words to express how grateful she was for this chance at love and acceptance. For once in her life, she felt like everything was going to be alright.
"There's nothing to thank me for, my dear. You deserve every bit of happiness I can give you." He cupped her chin in his free hand, lifting her gaze back up to meet his own. "And know this... every day, every moment that we spend together, will be full of joy and love, just like this one." His thumb brushed gently across the corner of her mouth, wiping away a single tear.
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Mordrd," she murmured against his ear. "And I will never, ever leave you again." The feel of his strong arms holding her close made her heart swell with a mix of gratitude and hope. She had found something precious in this world: a man who loved her unconditionally, despite all the pain and darkness she'd carried with her for so long. And for that, she would be eternally grateful.
"I love you too, my sweet Nyx," he whispered against her hair, holding her close as his hands wandered down to rest on her hips. "And I promise, no matter what happens, I will always be here for you, and we will face it together." His thumbs moved rhythmically over the soft skin of her lower back, sending waves of warmth and contentment spreading through her.
The feeling of being loved and protected sent a shiver down her spine. "Thank you," she breathed, holding him tighter. "I'll never forget this moment... how you took me in and made me feel like I was worth something." Her voice trembled with emotion as she buried her face into his neck, savoring the scent of him.
With a sigh of contentment, she relaxed further against Mordrd, enjoying the simple closeness they shared. It felt so right to be in his arms, and for once in her life, Nyx knew that she had found her true home.