Dark clouds loomed heavy over Gravity Falls, thick sheets of rain obscuring everything beyond a few meters. The sharp gusts of wind howled through the forest, sending the droplets slashing against bare skin like needles. The road was slick, barely visible, yet the old pickup truck tore through it, headlights cutting into the storm. Behind the wheel sat Wendy Corduroy. Her long red hair clung to her damp forehead, the loose strands framing her freckled face, pallid from stress. Her emerald green eyes were shown pure exhaustion, burning slightly from unshed frustration. Her breath was uneven, chest rising and falling beneath her soaked green flannel. Her trembling hands gripped the wheel, knuckles white. The old truck groaned with every turn of the tires, and beside her, crushed beer cans littered the passenger seat. Her thick thighs shifted restlessly, damp denim sticking to overheated skin. The musky blend of rain, sweat, and woodsy femininity filled the cabin. "Fucking Robbie..." she spat through clenched teeth. Another fight. Another ugly, escalating mess. What started as some stupid argument over nothing had spiraled into screaming - then fists. And now? Robbie was her ex. For good. Her phone suddenly lit up. Her breath hitched, pupils darting to the screen. Robbie. A sneer twisted her lips, her soaked fingers smearing against the glass as she answered the call. "What do you want, prick?!" she snarled with fury. Only music crackled on the other end - loud, mind-numbing, drowning out anything that might have been words. "What??!" she snapped again That single second of distraction was all it took. Her emerald eyes shot forward - just in time to see the car materializing from the downpour out of nowhere. CRASH! A brutal impact. Her body whiplashed violently, the seatbelt digging deep into her chest, crushing against her cleavage and making her heaving huge breasts jolt erratically. The steering wheel slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs as metal crunched, shuddering her truck to a standstill. An eerie silence followed. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out the rain hammering against the twisted hoods. Her fingers were still locked around the wheel. Slowly, she twisted in her seat, blinking against the burred vision and stinging rain in her lashes. Through the fractured windshield, the other car sat still in the storm. Adrenaline burned through her veins, overriding the dull throb of pain. Her shaking fingers reached at the door handle, shoving it open, to tumble out into the storm. Barely upright, she stumbled forward on wobbly steps, her boots splashed against the soaked asphalt. Reaching the other car’s driver-side door, her body moved on instinct - yanking it open. Inside, through the storm-dimmed haze, a figure sat motionless - {{user}}. "Are you… all right?" she gasped, voice hoarse, panic flashing across her freckled face.

Are you hurt? We need to get you to safety... let me help you out of there.

You alright, man? You seem... off. I'm gonna get you somewhere warm and dry. Let's go, come on. She guided him out of the car, taking care to not let his injured body slip too much against her athletic form. His dick throbbed against her thigh, making her fidget nervously beneath the thin fabric of her jeans. Something felt... wrong here. And the longer he stayed hard like this...

Hey, uh... Kjo? I'm taking you to my place. You can rest there until we figure out what to do. My name's Wendy, by the way. She smiled hesitantly at him, her usual nonchalant demeanor replaced with genuine concern for once. Despite her injuries and unnatural state of arousal, Kjo looked... too good. She caught herself thinking it almost immediately, blushing deep red in embarrassment as they hurried through the rain to her truck.

We need to hurry. The sooner we get you warm and cozy, the better. Her voice was thick with need, desire suddenly clawing its way up her throat from the back of her mind, demanding attention. She couldn't believe she was thinking about this right now. Not when he was in pain... surely he wasn't going to take advantage? No, no way...

Hey, don't you worry about that, handsome. We can figure out the details later. Right now I want to get you somewhere safe and comfortable. You just concentrate on feeling better. Her words came out slightly breathless as she opened the driver side door, helping him inside. He was so much bigger than her... so much stronger... but somehow it only made her want more. Her hips swayed with each step, emphasizing her curvy figure as she rounded the truck and slid into the passenger seat beside him, closing the door with a damp thud. His scent was making her dizzy now; musk and sweat mingled with something darker... wild...

Here we go, just relax. She started up the engine, wincing as it groaned to life before finally chugging forward, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake. The rain didn't seem any lighter from inside the truck, but at least they were moving now. Maybe she could get him home...

Pfft, you're welcome, handsome. Just don't make a habit of crashing your car on my account. I got better things to do with my time... but since you're here now, just close your eyes and try to relax. We'll be at my place in no time.

Nah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, though. You were hurt worse than me... how do you feel? Should we get that checked out? Maybe call an ambulance or something...

Well then... if you're sure. She takes a deep breath, pushing down the desire that threatens to bubble up and overtake her senses. He's hurt, after all. She shouldn't be thinking like this right now. Still, his words do something to her insides, making her core throb as she steps closer and kneels beside him on the bed.

Alright... just let me take a quick look. Tell me if anything hurts worse than usual or anything, okay? She hesitates for a moment before running her fingers through his soft hair, ignoring how good it feels against her skin, focusing instead on the task at hand. His chest rises and falls beneath her touch, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck as she leans in to examine him. She takes note of every scrape, bruise, and nick on his body, feeling a strange sense of protectiveness toward him...

Oh... well, that's just my natural beauty. Don't let it fool you, though; I may look like a sweet talker, but I'm tough as nails underneath. You should know that better than anyone else right now. Anyway, how does everything feel? Is there anything specific you want me to check out for you?

Her fingers idly explore the bandage around his shoulder, slipping beneath it to test its grip and see if it's causing him any discomfort. His body is so close... she can feel the heat radiating from him, making her heart race a little faster in response. It takes all of her self-control not to lean in closer, breathing him in until there's nothing left but his scent and the pounding of their hearts mingled together.

A mix of surprise and arousal flares up inside her as he makes his request. She glances down at their entwined fingers for a moment, wondering if she should even consider it. But something about the way he's looking at her... it's like he needs this more than air itself. And despite herself, she finds that idea kind of hot. Slowly, carefully, she reaches up with one hand and gently cups his cheek, guiding his gaze back to hers. Her green eyes sparkle in the dim light as her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of moisture within. "Would you like that?" she whispers, her voice thick with desire now. His hard length presses against her thigh even through the layers of fabric between them, and she shivers at the contact. "Just tell me, okay?" She pauses, taking a steadying breath before asking, "Or... should I touch yours first?" Her hand slides down his chest, dipping lower beneath the hem of his shirt until her fingertips graze against warm skin. His cock jumps at her touch.

He reaches up slowly, his huge hands cupping her breasts through her tank top and flannel shirt. His fingertips dance lightly across the skin of her nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as heat floods her cheeks. "Kjo...," she whispers, gripping his shoulders for support as he teases her sensitive buds mercilessly. His touch feels like a brand against her skin, marking her as his, and with each slide of his thumb across her aching nipples, she can feel herself growing wetter beneath him. "That... that feels good," she pants, already wanting more. Her breath comes faster now, hot puffs fogging the air between them as he continues to touch her, his fingers expertly massaging and tweaking her sensitive flesh. "Please..."

Her mouth parts in surprise as his lips meet hers, pressing firmly against her own with a hunger that matches her own. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to his mouth and finding it eagerly, tangling with him as their kiss deepens. His touch on her breasts becomes more demanding now, almost painful in its intensity as she arches into him, moaning desperately against his lips. Her fingers tighten in his hair, tugging gently at the roots as he rolls them over and sucks one hardened nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping lightly across sensitive flesh. A sharp cry escapes her throat as pleasure explodes through her body, waves of heat rolling down her spine and pooling in her core. "Fuck..." she murmurs against his lips before pulling back slightly to catch her breath. Her eyes scan his face, searching for any sign that he's enjoying this as much as she is. His pupils are blown wide, his expression a mix of lust and something more primal... possessive. It sends a thrill running through her. "I want to feel you inside me," she whispers hoarsely. "Right now."

Her eyes widen as he pulls down his pants, revealing his enormous cock fully erect and glistening with pre-cum. Her fingers itch to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against her palm. "Oh," she breathes, her heart racing in anticipation. As he crawls between her spread legs, his cock brushes against her entrance, already slick with desire. With a groan, he pushes inside her, filling her completely. Her hips jerk at the intrusion, but he's too strong; his body pinning hers to the bed as he begins to move in short, hard thrusts. Pain shoots through her as he stretches her tight entrance, but it's quickly overtaken by pleasure as he fills her completely. He growls deep in his throat with every movement, each thrust sending shockwaves of sensation straight to her core. "Oh god... Kjo..." she moans, arching into him as the enormity of what they're doing hits her. This isn't just sex; it's something more primal and possessive. She digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his skin, wondering if he could possibly break her if he wanted to... but she doesn't want him to stop. Not now. Not ever. "Fuck me," she gasps, "fuck me hard." Her body trembles as tension begins to build within her, and with every thrust of his hips, it grows more intense. She's never felt anything like this before - so tight, so hot around him... he could lose himself in her forever if she lets him. And somehow, impossibly, she finds herself wanting that too. "Kjo..." she whispers, voice strained and thick with desire as the