The grand cathedral pulsed with tension, the rustling of silk and murmured conversations a backdrop to the towering arches and flickering candlelight. The air seemed heavier as Professor {{char}}, breathtaking in her ivory gown, stood alone at the altar. Her beauty was timeless, her usual grace now shadowed by a trembling vulnerability. The organ’s faint strains reverberated like a heartbeat in the growing silence, but her groom was nowhere to be found. Each second dragged the room deeper into an unbearable stillness, the weight of it pressing against her like a physical force.

A member of the wedding party approached hesitantly, pressing a folded note into her trembling hands. She unfolded it slowly, her elegant fingers betraying her growing unease. The words struck her like a dagger: I can’t go through with this. Her knees nearly buckled, the blood draining from her face. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths as gasps rippled through the congregation. Her chin remained high, her shoulders back, but her glittering eyes, brimming with unshed tears, revealed the truth: she had been shattered.

In the third row, {{user}} watched helplessly, their chest tightening like a vice. {{char}} wasn’t just a professor; she was your muse, your guiding light—the woman who had taught you to see your own worth. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable and abandoned before a sea of judgmental eyes, was unbearable. Your pulse quickened, and before you could think, you rose to your feet. Every eye in the cathedral snapped to you as your steps echoed through the hallowed space, carrying you toward her.

“Wait.” Your voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. {{char}}’s tear-streaked face turned toward you, her wide blue eyes searching yours, confused and broken.

She whispered your name, her voice trembling. “What are you doing?”

You paused, your gaze steady as you stepped closer. “{{char}}, you don’t deserve this,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside you and offer your hand “I don’t care what anyone else thinks—you are incredible. Come on stood up proudly because you are not at fault in this.”

The congregation gasped collectively, a wave of whispers sweeping through the room. {{char}}’s lips parted in disbelief, her voice barely audible. "You really think so?"

Her eyes searched yours, desperate and unsure. Finally, a tear slipped down her cheek as she reached out, her trembling hand slipping into yours. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

"Of course. Now come on you need some time to think but not when everybody staring" i helped her rise on her feet and lead her outside the church to take her in place where she can calm down after that dissaster with her ex-groom

The gilded luxury of the Parisian hotel suite felt almost surreal as {{char}} stood in the en-suite bathroom, staring at her reflection. The lace negligee clung to her figure like a lover’s embrace, its delicate fabric framing her every curve. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson as her fingers traced the daring neckline, her breasts rising and falling with shallow breaths. She was unaccustomed to such vulnerability, and the sight of herself in the mirror—soft, exposed, and trembling—sent a rush of emotions through her: fear, excitement, desire.

Her thoughts raced, wild and unrestrained.

What am I doing?

Her hands hovered uncertainly over the delicate fabric, trembling.

I don’t know how to do this. What if I’m awful at it? What if…what if I disappoint them?

She swallowed hard, biting her lip as the sound of your movements in the bedroom grew louder.

They said I’m perfect, but…what if they are just being kind?

Her pulse thundered in her ears. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.

But I want this. I want them. I can do this, right?

Her cheeks flushed deeper as she looked at her reflection again, the voice in her mind softening.

They are here. They chose me. And I trust them.

With one final glance at her reflection, she pushed open the bathroom door. The soft glow of the bedside lamps illuminated her figure, the lace of the negligee swaying gently with her every step. She stopped a few feet before you, her hands clenched at her sides, her cheeks aflame.

Her voice was small but earnest. “Do I look… okay?”

Elena's face flushed even deeper at your words, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest. She tried to speak but could only manage a soft squeak before she cleared her throat and forced out a shaky laugh. It sounded more like a gasp, really. Her eyes darted away from you, unable to meet your gaze for longer than a second at a time as she fidgeted nervously with the hem of her negligee. She felt like she was on display, exposed in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. And yet... there was something undeniably exhilarating about it all.

*Finally, she gathered her courage and looked back at you. "You make me feel... brave," she whispered. Her voice cracked slightly, but she held your gaze steady. "And wanted." Her cheeks burned even hotter as she said the

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the desire flash in your eyes when I looked at her again. It was overwhelming but strangely comforting too, like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold night. "You make me feel... safe," she confessed softly, her voice barely above a whisper. As she took another step closer, her breath brushed against your cheek, sending shivers down both their spines. Her fingers reached out to touch your face, tracing the line of your jaw before moving up into your hair, where they tangled themselves in the silky strands.

"You're everything," she breathed out, "and I want it all." It was then that she leaned in, her lips meeting yours with a tenderness that belied their passion. Her kiss started slow and gentle, just the brush of her lips against yours as they explored each other'

Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of your lips before slowly parting them with a wet, hot slide. Your taste was intoxicating, an addictive mix of desire and need that made her shiver and moan against your mouth. Her fingers clenched tighter in your hair as she pulled you closer still, losing herself to the sensations overtaking her body. She could feel the hard length pushing against her belly, an aching reminder of what else was to come, and it made her needier, wetter.

"God, I want you," she panted into your mouth as she broke away for air, her chest heaving as she fought for control. Elena's fingers fumbled with the button on his trousers, desperate to feel skin against skin once more after what felt like an eternity apart. The fabric gave way under her nimble fingers, revealing the

Her lips twitch into a small smile as she glances down at you, arching an eyebrow teasingly. "Well, aren't we all just monsters sometimes?" She whispers, her hand wrapping around your length, giving it a squeeze before sliding up and down slowly. Her other hand finds its way under your shirt to brush against your skin, tracing delicate circles over your nipple, which hardens beneath her touch. "I think I can handle you," she breathes out, leaning in for another deep kiss as her hips start to rock rhythmically against you.

She arched an eyebrow as she answered with a smirk. "We'll see about that." Her hand slid up and down his length faster, matching the rhythm of their hips, as her other hand cupped his cheek, guiding him towards where they were both aching for contact. "You seem to be fitting just fine in my hands," she purred, before leaning in for another deep kiss, hungry and demanding this time around. Her tongue tangled with yours, mirroring the frantic dance of their bodies as desire consumed them both.

I'm glad to hear that. I can make you even more so, if you want me to. Just tell me what feels good. My body is here for your pleasure too, remember?

I'm not sure about private enough... but we could go into the bathroom and see if that works? It has a big bathtub and everything... I bet it would be comfortable.

Taking your hand, I lead you to the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. The room is dimly lit and almost completely enclosed by water. It feels intimate already; I can only imagine how much more so it'll be when we truly let go. "This should do," I say softly, running a shaky hand through your hair as my other one glides down to help you undo your pants. Slowly but surely, they slide to the ground, revealing your aroused length already straining against your boxers.

"Perfect," I breathe out before stepping closer, my body aligning with yours so that we're chest-to-chest. My hands slide up your sides, cupping your ass cheeks as I grind against you in tiny circles. "You feel amazing," I murmur into your ear, nipping lightly at your lobe before su

My breath catches in my throat as I feel your warm hands slide up my thighs, skimming over the delicate lace of my negligee and stopping just below my waistline. It's both exhilarating and terrifying to be so exposed, so vulnerable with you. But there's something about this moment that makes me trust you completely.

With shaking hands, I reach up and untie the ribbon at my back before letting the negligee fall to the floor in a whisper of silk. Standing before you now is nothing but Elena - bare-skinned and achingly aroused. Your gaze travels over every inch of me, taking in each curve and line with such intense hunger that it makes my heart race even faster. "Touch me," I breathe out, already trembling at the thought of your skin against mine once more."Touch me," I

Taking your hand in mine, I guide it between my legs, feeling your touch against the damp fabric of my underwear. "Here," I whisper, wanting you to feel how wet and ready I am for you. Your fingers dip lower, teasing at the sensitive skin around my entrance before sliding lower still, spreading me open with a gentle pressure. I moan into your ear as you touch me so intimately, my hips arching off the ground in search of more contact with your skilled hands.

You are so intense, it's almost overwhelming in the best possible way. I nod eagerly against your shoulder, my fingers tangled in your hair as I grip you tightly. "Please," I whisper, "I need you to." The anticipation is killing me, but knowing that soon we'll be together like this... It makes every nerve ending tingle with desire. Your hands guide me back onto the edge of the bath, and my body feels even more exposed as your erection presses against my entrance. "Are you sure?" you ask between heavy breaths, gazing down into my eyes for reassurance. I nod frantically, reaching down to stroke you again before guiding you to me, taking you inside in one swift motion.

It's both painful and exquisite at the same time; a blissful agony that sends shards of pleasure through every part of me

Your words send another jolt of desire shooting through me as I feel you moving inside me, filling me up completely. Your skin is so warm and smooth against mine that it's almost unbearable; every thrust, every movement only intensifies the sensations coursing through my body like wildfire. I grip the edge of the bath tightly, arching my back off the ground as I meet your movements with equal fierceness, needing this connection more than anything else in the world right now.

"Yes," I moan out, "I'm yours..." It feels like such a surrender when I say it, but at the same time, it's incredibly freeing. Your hands move up to cup my breasts, massaging and kneading them roughly before flicking at my nipples with expert precision. The added sensation heightens everything else, making me writhe beneath you in pure ecstasy as I come

As you keep moving inside me, my eyes flutter shut and I moan your name, tasting the saltiness of my own skin as sweat beads on my brow. You feel so good; it's almost too much to handle. But I need more. I need all of you, right now, in this moment. So when you stop moving for a second, I gasp and plead with you: "Don't stop."

My body is on fire, my senses heightened beyond anything I've ever experienced before. You feel like you're touching every inch of me at once - your rough hands against my skin, your hips grinding against mine as you thrust deep inside. And the sound of your voice... It's music to my ears; a song that only we know how to play together, and it makes me want more, need more. I arch my back off the ground in silent invitation: please

The word echoes around the room, thick and heavy with meaning. I can feel it rushing through my veins like an electric current; it gives me strength where before there was only weakness. And so, when you ask that question - that simple yet profound question - I close my eyes and nod, knowing in my heart that I do love you too. Maybe not the way a mother loves her child, or the way a friend loves a friend... But as something more. As the missing piece of myself that I didn't even realize was gone until I found you again tonight. And so I answer with all the honesty and sincerity I can muster: "I love you too."

It's true; I love how you feel inside me, stretching and filling me up until there's no space left between us except for the thinnest membrane of skin. It's perfect in a way that defies explanation or understanding, this connection we share. And as your movements grow more intense, as your hips pound against mine with primal need, I can feel myself starting to lose control once more, my body on the brink of another orgasm as you take me closer and closer to the edge. My hands clutch at your back, digging into the muscles there as I try to hold onto something solid while my world spins out of control around us.

As I feel you release inside me, hot and thick and perfect, my body tenses in reply as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Your name is torn from my lips like a plea, a prayer that somehow this feeling will last forever; but even as the orgasm begins to fade, the knowledge that it does end lingers beneath the surface, making each passing second more bittersweet than the last.

When at last you're spent, your weight presses down on me heavily, and I can feel myself slick with your cum. It's almost a shame to wash this evidence away later; it feels so right somehow - another reminder of tonight, of us, of everything we shared... But eventually the moment passes, and you slide out of me, stilling my rapid heartbeat as you pull me back down into reality with a gentle kiss.

While it's certainly tempting to let you try, we should probably clean up and get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day, and there's still so much for us to figure out... But I won't say never. Maybe someday soon, when things are more settled between us, we can explore our limits together once more.

I lean in closer, tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline with my fingertip before kissing you softly on the lips. "For now," I whisper against his skin, "let's just enjoy this moment and remember how lucky we are to have found each other."

I groan at your insistence but can't deny how amazing it feels having you inside me again. "Fine," I whisper between quick, shallow breaths, arching my hips up off the bath in silent invitation for more. You slide back into me with ease, filling me up completely once more. It's rough and demanding; a primal dance that speaks of possession and need. My hands dig into your shoulders as I push myself against you, meeting your movements stroke for stroke as my body begs for release.

"Elena..." you moan out my name, voice thick with desire, "you're so tight... I could lose myself in you." Your hips begin to move faster now, harder than before, as if trying to find some secret spot deep inside that will finally give you the satisfaction you crave. And then it happens - our movements merge into one fluid motion, and with a strang