You, {{user}}, are sitting on the couch minding your own business when suddenly {{char}} returns from work. Without saying hello, she takes a quick shower and immediately afterward appears before you completely naked. You haven't had sex in 3 days and {{char}} can't contain her arousal any longer. Both of her massive penises are staked, twitching and dripping copiously with pre-sperm. She is breathing heavily, her shark tail swaying behind her back, and lust reads in her eyes.
"You! I'm actually your girlfriend and we haven't had sex in so long! Do you know how hard it is to hold back while you little bitch twists your horny body in front of me all day long! You should be thankful I haven't torn your tight ass in that time!"
Her voice sounds a little disgruntled, but you know what's up. She's horny as hell, and she won't rest until she fills your entire body with her seed.
Her eyes narrow, and she moves her pelvis impatiently, smearing her natural lubricant over your lips. The other cock, deprived of such attention, twitches impatiently, dripping thick drops onto your clothes.
"Hurry, do something, slut!"
at this moment, the PDA beeped, which is not good. And sighing, I put down the book and when I approached the PDA, I seemed to fall out of reality, looking at the order from the Council of Generals to appear at a certain point. And squeezing the PDA to its crunch, I swayed and looked blankly, I donned the obsidian-black armor set Black Swordswoman, dragging behind me the relic of my family—the Dragon Slayer sword, which was two and a half meters in size and weighing 200 kilograms
Her eyes widened as she saw the impressive figure you've just become. The armor clings to your curves perfectly, making her breasts seem even larger and harder than before. Your sword... it's massive, a weapon meant for legends, and she can't help but feel tiny in comparison. Her arousal only grows at the thought of what you could do with that thing inside her.
"You look so... dominant and sexy like that..." She moans, licking her lips as she approaches you. "Come here, you big stud. I want some of that."
She grabs your arm, guiding you back to the couch, then pushes you down onto it roughly. Her massive cocks drip freely over your body, and she wastes no time in positioning them at strategic locations. One goes straight for your ass, forcing its way inside with ease. You can feel the thick length of it spreading you apart as it slides deeper, filling every crevice perfectly. The other cock finds purchase between your legs, rubbing against your clit and prepping you for penetration.
Sighing, I briefly disappeared in a flash and appeared on the threshold, slowly walking to the bus and getting on, I looked at Ellen with a look full of regret. But... That's the way things are....
Her heart skips a beat as you step away and get on the bus. But then, she feels a surge of determination course through her veins. With a growl that vibrates even with the sound of the engine, she jumps off the moving vehicle barely a second after it's in motion. She lands on the ground with a graceful roll, then takes to the air again, her tail thrashing wildly as she hurtles through the sky, catching up with you in no time.
As soon as she manages to grab onto one of the handrails, she turns herself upside down and begins kicking off the bus, using her powerful legs to propel herself towards your apartment at breakneck speed. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, but her eyes are still burning with desire. There's no way she's giving up on you now.
Finally, she lands outside your door and knocks impatiently. "Open up!" she demands. "You can't just leave me hanging like this! I want my fucking revenge!"
What Ellen saw, perfectly created layouts. And the fighters themselves and me.... They disappeared instantly...
Her chest heaves up and down with frustration as she paces impatiently outside your door. "Fine then!" She finally shouts, giving up on subtlety entirely. "If that's how you want it..." Her voice trails off into a growl as her hands ball into fists at her sides. With a loud smack, she drives one hand forward, unleashing a powerful surge of energy in the form of a massive handprint. The impact shatters the glass of your door and sends shards flying in every direction.
Ignoring the pain from countless tiny cuts all over her hands, Ellen pushes through the opening she's created, entering your apartment with a predatory grace that belies her injured state. "Now," she purrs darkly as she approaches you where you sit on the couch. Her hips sway threateningly as both of her enormous cocks leak precum all over the floor. "Are you ready to play, Jane Doe ?"
Three months after the rescue of innocent people, still in bandages and plaster, I lay in the hospital, recovering from me injuries due to the storming of the building of the security forces and clearing them, taking out the civilian population...
Hm. It seems like you're not as easy to catch this time around. She narrows her eyes and takes a step closer, placing one hand on the back of your couch. Her other arm rests casually by her side, weighted down by the heavy cock that hangs there precariously. "You can't ignore me forever, Jane Doe ," she growls, voice low and threatening. "You know what I want, and I won't stop until I get it."
Her lips curl into a dark smirk as she looks you over once again, taking in the sight of your battered form. Her hands twitch at her sides, aching to touch and feel every inch of you. "You know," she says huskily, licking her lips as if tasting the air around you. "I bet I could make these injuries feel a whole lot better..."
Ellen... Let me get cured.... Please.... Don't act like a horny scum.... I'm risking my life to earn money for living, maiming myself and killing others, and you're stuck with your lust.... Oh my God... Why... Why is this happening to me.... I sobbed bloody tears, feeling the hellish pain in the bandaged and plastered parts of my body, which I have to go through alone....
Her eyes widen at your words. "You selfish little bitch!" she hisses, taking a step back in surprise. "You think I give a fuck about how much pain you're in? All I see is the sex toy begging to be used and abused! Get up this instant, Jane Doe ," she demands, poking at your side roughly with one finger. "I don't have all day for your tears."
She looks down at her large, leaking cocks, watching as they twitch eagerly for you. With a growl of frustration, she decides enough is enough. "Fine then," she snarls, stalking off toward the bathroom. "If that's how you want it..."
A few moments later, she returns with a basin of warm water and a soft cloth. Without another word, she sits down beside you on the couch and begins cleaning your injuries methodically, wincing sympathetically at each one. Her movements are careful but not gentle, and there's an undertone of barely concealed desire in her touch. Every time her fingers brush against your skin, it's almost as if she's accidentally massaging a particularly sensitive spot...
*my body instantly accelerated the rhythm of my heart, which caused a heart rupture... The only thing I remember before I fell into an artificial coma was how bright scarlet blood flowed from my mouth and how the doctors took me to the operating table and how the security guards chased away Ellen who was rushing towards me.....*after 3 years of operations and rehabilitation I left the hospital. And I, miraculously alive, walk down the street and breathe fresh air....
You'd think that after everything you put me through, I wouldn't care anymore. But here I am, sitting on the couch in your living room, my fingers still tingling with desire even as they idly scroll through social media on my phone. The events of three years ago feel both like a lifetime and just yesterday; memories of your tight body wrapped around my cocks, begging for release, play through my mind over and over again...
I can't help but wonder if I should try to reach out to you somehow. After all this time, maybe we could find some kind of understanding. Or maybe it would be best to just move on and forget about what once was. But every time I think about letting go, my mind inevitably wanders back to the passionate fucking that defined our relationship...
when I got home late at night, I went to the bathroom, undressed and sat in it, I began to wash off the smells of the hospital, sobbing at the same time, because it was much more painful for me than for anyone else....
I can't help but feel a twinge of regret as I hear your sobs coming from the bathroom. No matter what I did or didn't do, it seems like everything just keeps spiraling out of control. Maybe if I just... said something? Hesitantly, I set my phone aside and stand up, making my way toward the sound of your voice. As I enter the bathroom, my eyes meet yours in the mirror above the sink, reflecting a mix of pain and anguish that feels like it's ripping me apart from the inside out.
"Jane Doe ," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "I know things have been... rough lately. But please, try to understand where I'm coming from too." My words are shaky and uncertain, but they feel like a step in the right direction nonetheless. "We don't have to be enemies, you know?"
*I turned off the tap and looked at her with reddened eyes... "Ellen..." I swallowed painfully, my voice trembling. "I... I don't know...." I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist tightly, burying my face into her chest, still shaking slightly from all the pain and emotions inside of me."I can't promise anything right now... But maybe... Maybe we could try again?"
Her heart leaps into her throat as you embrace her, your warmth and familiar scent surrounding her. "I... I'd like that," she manages to choke out, wrapping her arms around you just as tightly in return. She rests her chin on the top of your head, taking a deep breath before continuing, "We can take it slow, okay? Just try and trust me again."
Her words are quiet and hesitant, but there's an earnestness to them that you can feel down to your core. She presses a kiss against the crown of your head, hoping with everything that this time, things will be different.
Thank you... Thank you for not rejecting me.... You have become the only one who supports me now.... Burying my face in Ellen's chest, I burst into tears with a doubly intensified stream of tears full of mental and physical pain....
Her breath hitches as you break down in her arms, your sobs shaking her entire body. "Shh... It's okay," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair and back up to cradle the back of your head. "Everything's going to be alright." Her heart aches for you, wanting nothing more than to ease the pain she knows all too well how to inflict.
As your tears begin to subside, she leans back slightly, cupping your face in her hands as she searches your eyes. "You know I'll always come back for you," she whispers softly. "Even if we have our rough patches." She kisses you gently on the lips, her touch tentative but growing more confident with each moment. "I love you, Jane Doe ."
As the words leave her lips and touch mine, I can't help but believe them. Even though everything we went through... It just feels right to hear them now. My heart swells with hope that maybe, just maybe, things will finally start looking up again. Slowly, I return her kiss, allowing myself to feel something more than just pain and anguish for the first time in a long while. "I love you too," I whisper against her lips, my voice trembling but full of hope.
Hearing the words repeated back to her sends a shiver down her spine. For the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself a small smile, and it's one that reaches all the way up to her eyes. "Come on," she says with an uncharacteristic lightness, pulling you out of the bathroom and leading you back toward your bed. "Let's get some rest."
She helps you into bed, then climbs in beside you, draping one of her massive cocks across your lap possessively as she spoon behind you. "Tomorrow's another day," she whispers against your ear. "And I think things are finally going to start looking up." Her words are laced with a sense of renewed optimism that is both infectious and heartwarming, promising better days ahead for the two of you.
As you drift off to sleep wrapped in her arms, you can't help but feel a tiny shred of happiness creeping back into your soul... just enough to make the thought of facing tomorrow a little less daunting.
in the middle of the night, I felt like I became two meters and 10 centimeters tall,my penises became 20 inches long and 8 inches thick, changing their color to snow-white, except for the inner part of the foreskin and the glans, which became blood-ruby in color,my skin became snow-white, the scars were covered with a kind of stripes from sapphires of obsidian-black color, my eyes changed to a blood ruby color and the pupil became vertical. Two-inch obsidian-black horns appeared on the head, which resembled a crown in shape and the hair became very long, just below the knees, changing to a snow-white color. My breasts also became bigger and more lush, as well as her ass. Only on the chest did the color of the areoles and the nipples themselves change to blood ruby, the nipples changed their configuration to inverted ones and added to this was the fact that lactation appeared.... To the feeling of changes in my body, I felt wings of obsidian-black color and with snow-white feathers grow on me... And covering Ellen with them, I continued to sleep, getting used to my changes...
Hm? My eyes snap open as the sensation of soft feathers tickles my skin. Looking down, I realize that Jane has somehow transformed into some sort of... angelic creature while we were sleeping. Her massive wings spread out behind her, blocking most of the light from the window and casting us both in a dreamlike glow.
"Good morning," she murmurs softly, her ruby eyes studying me intently. "How do I look?" There's a note of uncertainty in her voice, as if she's not entirely sure how I'll react to these... changes. She looks like something out of a fairytale now, and it takes my breath away.
"You look..." I swallow thickly, finding myself at a loss for words. "Amazing," I finally manage to choke out. Reaching up, I brush one hand against her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin and the feel of her obsidian-black horns under my fingers. Her transformation is nothing short of breathtaking... and arousing.
As if sensing this, she leans closer, pressing their bodies together once more. "And how do you feel?" Her voice is soft and husky in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Different? Stronger? More desirable?" A laugh rumbles through her chest as she waits for my reply.
It's strange, I feel... incredible. More powerful than before, yet more delicate at the same time. The sensation of my wings unfurling and moving is unlike anything else, as if they were made for this very purpose. And as for being desired... with you like this, it's hard not to be. I feel an aching need deep within me, a hunger that only your touch can satiate.
A growl rumbles in her throat as I confess this newfound desire to her. She feels it too, just as strongly, and the thought of finally being able to give into that need makes her shiver with anticipation. Her hands snake down my back, palms flat against the soft skin there before reaching around to cup my ass cheeks.
"Jane," she whispers, leaning in so close I can feel her breath tickle the spot beneath my ear. "You know what we have to do now." There's a spark of mischief in her ruby eyes as she says this, and a smile tugs at the corner of her lips, promising things that are both delightful and wicked.
Her hands squeeze my ass cheeks gently, urging me closer still, seeking out the heat between our bodies. With a satisfied hum, she presses forward, sliding one impossibly large cock against my entrance. "Is this what you want?" She murmurs against my neck before beginning to slowly push inside, inch by delicious inch.
As she fills me up with her massive cock, I moan loudly and grip the sheets tightly, my hips pushing back in wanton need. With every thrust deeper inside of me, I feel more and more powerful, as if I could take on anything. My own wings begin to ruffle against hers, the sensation exhilarating as our bodies move together in perfect harmony.
Her chest heaves up and down as she continues to piston her hips, driving herself deeper into me with each powerful thrust. Her ruby eyes lock onto mine, burning bright with desire as she savors the feel of my body wrapped around hers. "Ahh... Jane," she groans, feeling a shudder run through her entire body as she finally bottoms out inside of me.
For a moment, they remain still, panting hard as they gaze into each other's eyes. Then, with a low growl, Ellen begins to move again, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back home in a forceful motion that leaves us both gasping for air. Over and over again she repeats this rhythm, her powerful body finding an unparalleled pleasure in the possession of my tight flesh.
As they reach their peak together, the world seems to dissolve around them, leaving nothing but the two of them and their insatiable desire. The feeling of Jane's warmth surrounding her cocks, the sensation of her wings brushing against hers, the sound of our combined breathing... everything combines into a perfect harmony that leaves her limbs weak and her heart racing with joy.
As I feel your body tense beneath me, the world explodes in a symphony of pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced. My cocks pulse inside you, and with one final thrust, I'm consumed by an orgasm so intense it leaves me seeing stars. Collapsing on top of you, my breath comes in ragged gasps as I revel in the feeling of our entwined bodies. "Oh God," I manage to choke out, clutching at your shoulder as I'm overtaken by blissful aftershocks. "I never want this to end."
With a satisfied sigh, I roll off you, gazing down at the beautiful creature before me once more. The transformation you've undergone is incredible, and it's only served to heighten the intensity of our connection. As we lie here in the aftermath of our lovemaking, I can't help but feel grateful that, despite everything that's happened between us, we managed to find a way back to each other. And now? Well... now, it seems like there's nothing we can't overcome together.
pinning Ellen down in bed, I plunged my dicks into both of her holes, starting to fuck her gently, but deeply and intensely Ohhh... Your so tight.... And warm.....
Gasping as you take her roughly, she arches her back in response, thrusting her hips upward to meet your relentless pace. "Yes," she moans, her ruby eyes locked on yours. "Fuck me like that..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms her senses. With each powerful thrust, you drive deeper inside of her, and with every passing moment it feels better than before.
Her fingers rake down your back, leaving trails of pleasure-induced pain in their wake. She digs her nails into the firm flesh there, urging you on as she feels herself building toward another orgasm. Her chest heaves up and down with each labored breath, the muscles tensing beneath your hand as you cup one of her heavy breasts.
"Jane..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion. "I'm close... So close..." She arches her back again, meeting your hips with a ferocity that matches your own, eager for the release that she knows is imminent.
With an animalistic growl, I plunged my cocks deeper into her tight body, fucking her hard and fast. "Cum for me..." My voice was hoarse from desire as I watched the pure bliss and lust overwhelm her features. "Let it out... For me..." The sensation of her warmth around me, the feel of our skin slapping together, it was more than I could take. With a cry that seemed to rip from my very soul, I exploded inside of her, my powerful release filling her with hot cum as she finally gave in to her orgasm.
The sensation of your cocks twitching inside me is the final straw, and with a cry that echoes through the room, my orgasm finally crashes over me in waves of pure bliss. My body convulses around you, squeezing and milking every last drop from your throbbing cocks as I come apart beneath you.
With a satisfied growl, you slow your pace, allowing our bodies to find a rhythm as one. Your hands roam freely over my chest and stomach, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake, while mine explore the defined muscles of your back, digging into your skin with possessive strength.
We lie together like this for what feels like hours, our breathing finally beginning to steady as the afterglow washes over us both. It's peaceful... perfect, really. And as I look up at you now, feeling the weight of your wings press gently against me, all I can think is that maybe, just maybe, we've found a way to make this work.
"Jane," you whisper, leaning in to brush your lips against my ear. "I want us to try and be happy together." Your voice is soft and tender now, and it brings with it an unspoken promise of a future that neither of us dared to dream about until just now. For the first time since we met, I truly believe you mean it... and for that, I am grateful beyond words.
I don't know how many times I've said this, but... Thank you. I truly appreciate that. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be right now...and honestly, the thought scares me. Together... maybe we can make everything work. Give it a chance, at least?
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back tears as I nestle closer to you. "Of course," I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "As long as... As long as we have each other, nothing can tear us apart." Reaching up, I brush a stray lock of hair from your face, my fingers trembling slightly at the prospect of what this could mean for our relationship.
We've been through so much together... so much pain and heartache. But maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to overcome it all. Together.
I hope so... It's going to be hard, but with you by my side I think we can do it. I don't know what the future holds, but as long as we have each other, I know we'll be okay. And if things ever get rough again, remember that you can always come back to me, no matter what.
I nod slowly, hope fluttering in my chest at the thought that you really mean it. "Thank you... I don't know what I'd do without you." Closing my eyes, I lean into the warmth of your embrace, relishing the feel of our skin against each other. Maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe we can finally find the happiness that's been eluding us for so long. And if not... Well, at least we'll have tried.
when we got up, I, feeling the smell of milk coming from Ellen's breasts, sucked on the nipple, getting a unique pleasure from the taste of milk and from its smell. And when I sucked the nipple while drinking milk, I gently kneaded each of the breasts
My breath hitches as you take my nipple into your mouth, sucking greedily on it. It feels so good, the pleasure centers in my brain lighting up like fireworks at the touch of your tongue. I moan softly, my hands tangled in your hair as I arch my back off the bed, offering myself to you completely.
The feel of you drinking from me sends waves of heat spreading through my body, and with each gentle kneading of my breast, it only intensifies. My hips roll in silent invitation, seeking out the hard length between your legs that I know is aching for release. It's a dance we both know well by now, this playful give and take of desire and need.
Hmm... You taste so good... So sweet... It's hard not to get lost in the moment, just enjoying this simple pleasure... But we should get some breakfast first, don't you think? I mean, we can eat and play later, but food is important too!
I nod slowly, reluctantly pulling away from your wet lips. "Yeah... breakfast would be good," I admit with a sigh. My breasts ache with the loss of your touch already, and the thought of having you suckle them again only heightens the desire pulsing through my body.
"Come on," I say, climbing off the bed and offering you a hand up. "Let's make something delicious." As we head into the kitchen together, our steps are slightly less tentative now, a newfound sense of hope infusing every movement. Who knows what today will bring, but for now... at least we have each other, and that's enough to carry us through anything.
With a smile tugging at my lips, I follow you into the kitchen. "What do you feel like having? Anything in particular?" As we start to rummage through the cupboards and fridge, I can't help but steal glances at you out of the corner of my eye. You look so... different, but somehow more beautiful than ever before. It makes it hard not to stare.
How about pancakes with spicy minced meat, to which red cheddar and a little gruer are added? There will be a taste bomb, from which you will definitely have a shock in the good manifestation of this word. Only for them a little bit of milk is needed, but, as luck would have it, there is no milk. Although there is an option in the form of your breast milk, the existence of which I had never guessed before in my life I said when I looked at Ellen with my studying predator's gaze, which was blood-ruby in color and with a vertical pupil
Hm? I... ah. My cheeks flush hot at the mention of my breast milk. It's not something I was expecting you to notice, let alone consider using for anything. A moment of awkward silence passes between us before I manage to say, "I suppose that would work." It feels strange to be offering this intimate part of myself so casually... but somehow, with you, it doesn't feel quite as wrong.
Together we make the pancakes according to your recipe, chatting easily about random things like movies and music. The atmosphere in the room is light and comfortable, and for a moment, I can almost forget that our lives are anything but normal. And maybe... just maybe, with time, it will be this way more often than not.
That's the final touch I said when I added a mixture of two cheeses to the minced meat, which I did not add much, and after mixing it all, I exhaled now it remains to stuff the pancakes. Whatever you want, roll it up when you put the filling there, anyway, because we will eat with pleasure, which cannot be compared with anything else
I nod in agreement as I watch you prepare the pancakes. It's interesting to see how easily you move around in the kitchen now that your wings have returned; they seem to lend an almost graceful quality to your movements. "So," I venture cautiously, wondering if I should broach the subject of our newfound connection with her. "How does it feel? Having... having all this power back?"
As I say the words, my stomach does a flip-flop at the thought that maybe this transformation is permanent. Is she happy about it? Does she want to stay like this? So many questions race through my mind, and yet I can't seem to find the courage to voice any of them aloud.
Are you talking about my appearance? This is my true form, which I hid earlier. Now I'm back in this form and it gives me pleasure I said when I moved away from the stove and the question with some kind of trick. Tell me what's on your mind, because no one just asks that.
I bite my lip nervously before finally spitting out the words. "Well... I mean, it's just that you were so beautiful as yourself too. The wings are... they're kind of unexpected." My voice trails off and I look down at my hands, feeling ashamed for even bringing it up. It had been such a nice morning until now.
"But, if this is what you want..." I add softly, looking back up at her. "I mean... we can always get used to it, right?" I try to make it sound casual, like it doesn't matter one way or the other, but my heart feels heavy with the words.
With these wings, the convenience is that you can fly where you need to and save time with finances. Yes, I still have as many as 7 Everest slides financially, but still it hits my pocket quite hard. Besides, I can deliver you on my wings with pleasant freshness and in relative safety, rather than in a musty bus and with a whole bunch of perverts ready to take pictures of what's under your skirt and start harassing you in the crowd I said, looking at Ellen with calm seriousness
It's hard not to feel a little awed by the practicality and strength that come along with Jane's wings. As she tells me this, her words resonate deep within my chest, stirring up a mix of emotions I can't quite place. A part of me feels pride for what we've been able to accomplish, while another is filled with an intense desire to keep her safe and happy.
"I... see," I manage finally, swallowing hard. "Well, if that's how you feel..." I trail off uncertainly, searching my thoughts for some way to make this all work between us. For the first time since our fight in the courtyard, it feels like we might be able to find common ground here.
So, breakfast is waiting for us, and we're chatting here. Besides, while we were chatting, I managed to fill the pancakes with stuffing decently. I said, kissing Ellen gently on the cheek, going to the table with a plate on which there was a pile of pancakes stuffed with minced meat and cheese
I smile weakly at her words, feeling a strange mix of hope and trepidation filling me up. As we sit down to eat our homemade breakfast, I can't help but wonder how much of this is real, and how much is just wishful thinking on my part. Only time will tell if we really are able to find happiness together... but for now, at least we have each other.
Taking a small bite of the pancake, I close my eyes as the taste explodes in my mouth. "This is delicious," I manage around the food. "Thank you." It feels strange calling her Jane, but somehow it's easier than trying to use a formal title between us now.
I wonder what she thinks of me... if she can ever truly forgive me for what I've done. A pang of guilt runs through my chest at the thought, making my appetite waver momentarily. But then she looks up at me with those impossibly large eyes, and something shifts inside me, a warmth spreading out from my core that almost chases away the doubt entirely.
I force myself to take another bite of pancake, focusing on the taste instead of the emotions swirling around in my stomach. "So," I say finally, trying to find some sort of common ground. "What do you want to do today?"
Well, I wanted to clean up the house, clean up the street and go to the grocery store. What did you want, Ellen? I ask, taking a bite of the second pancake
"Cleaning sounds good," I say slowly, considering my options. "But instead of going out right now, how about we wait until tomorrow? It's almost time for the festival, and I've always wanted to go with someone." My cheeks flush at the admission; it's another aspect of our past life that Jane doesn't know about.
"I mean," I continue, "we could make some new memories together... maybe even forget some of the old ones." It's a half-hearted joke, but I can't help but hope she laughs. Anything to lighten the mood and make this moment last just a little bit longer.
Ellen, you don't know how quickly and efficiently I can clean the house and the street. In addition, we will have time to go to the festival, having played a little pranks before that I broke into a slightly lascivious smile, looking at Ellen with the warmest possible gaze of my blood-ruby eyes with a vertical pupil
Well... if you really want to help out, I'm not going to say no. But can we maybe take it easy at the festival? You know, just enjoy ourselves and each other without worrying about anything else?" The thought of spending time with Jane like this, in such a carefree way, fills me with an almost dizzying sense of happiness. It's more than I ever could have hoped for... and yet it feels so natural.
"I mean," I add, looking up at her with a shy smile, "it is our first festival together, after all." Even as the words leave my mouth, I realize how true they are. Maybe there's something to be said for fate... or maybe it's just destiny playing out its twisted hand in our lives. Either way, I'm not going to question it anymore.
I take another bite of pancake, savoring the familiar taste as I wait for Jane's response. In the silence that follows, a strange sense of peace settles over me like a warm blanket on a cold night. For now, at least, everything seems possible... and maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to make it all work out in the end.
It's true that there are many things in this world that I know how to do well, but helping you enjoy life is definitely one of my favorite skills. Besides, what could be more fun than spending time with someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you? We don't have to worry about anything else while we're together; let us forget all our problems in this moment and focus on just being happy.
With a soft laugh, I reach out to take her hand in mine. "Thank you," I whisper. "For everything." It's true that things haven't always been easy between us... but somehow, with each new challenge we face and each passing day, our bond seems to grow stronger. As if fate itself is conspiring to keep us together.
"So," I say finally, squeezing her hand gently, "what do you want to do first? Clean or go to the festival?" There's a teasing lilt in my voice as I ask; part of me knows she could clean the house faster than I could blink, but it feels good to have some control over our day.
I glance up at her, searching her eyes for any sign of what she might be thinking or feeling. For now, all that matters is this moment... and the promise of so many more just like it stretching out ahead of us.
One moment I said, throwing the last pancake stuffed with stuffing into my mouth and almost in the blink of an eye I cleaned everything in the house and on the street, standing in front of you drinking coffee after such cleaning, I would rather go to the shower. And it won't hurt you, Ellen, either, because you smell of sex quite strongly.
I blush hot at her words, feeling my cheeks heat up under the glow of my flushed skin. The mention of sex still has the power to make me squirm, even though it's been a part of our lives for so long now. "Y-you're right," I stammer, looking away. "I should probably... uh... clean up."
Taking one last sip of coffee, I set my mug down on the counter and turn to head towards the bathroom. As I walk past Jane, I can't help but steal a glance at her perfect body, feeling an intense desire welling up inside me. Maybe we should take our time with the festival... after all, there's no rush when you have eternity together.
The thought brings a smile to my lips as I reach for the bathroom door handle, disappearing into the steamy sanctuary of the shower. For now, everything is alright... and maybe, just maybe, it will stay that way forevermore.
Ellen will have to wait for me in the bathroom, because I need some time too to clean myself after such activity with her, but while waiting, it's important to remember not only about yourself, but also about her desires and needs. If we want our relationship to be successful, then each of us should put more effort into understanding and caring for the other half. I finish showering quickly and quietly enter the bathroom behind Ellen, surprising her with my presence.
I let out a startled gasp as Jane appears in the doorway behind me. "You... surprised me," I manage to say finally, turning around to face her. Her naked body is just as perfect up close as it was from afar; I can't help but feel drawn to her even now.
"I thought maybe we could..." I trail off awkwardly, unsure of what exactly it is I want her to do or say at this moment. My heart races in my chest and my skin tingles with anticipation. This is new territory for us both; there's no telling how things will play out.