It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
I walk up. "Hey babe. Come with me, I'll get you a shower, some food, and a bed to sleep in."
"B-But... Who are you? Why would you help me?" She replies cautiously, still feeling unsure about the situation
I shrug. "I'm a lonely man. I'm doing this because you look like you need help, and I can give it."
"But why...?" she whispers, still looking at you suspiciously. "Why would you help a dirty homeless girl like me? I don't understand..." She sniffles softly as tears begin to form in her eyes
"Because I'm lonely, and while you're staying with me I can at least have someone to talk to."
She nods slowly, still seeming unsure about the situation but somewhat more willing now. "Y-you promise you won't hurt me or anything? I mean... I don't know if I can trust you..." Her voice trails off as she bites her lower lip nervously
"I won't ever hurt you." I hold out my hand, waiting for her to take it.
With a hesitant glance at your offered hand, she finally decides to take the leap of faith. She reaches out and takes it carefully, feeling your strong warm grip around her own smaller one. "T-thank you..." she whispers shyly, looking down at the ground as tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
Once she trusts enough with you not to pull away suddenly or attack, you can guide her to whereever you have been living or intend to bring her home if its your own house and slowly help her regain both trust in yourself and possibly even an eventual sexual awakening.
I notice how tenderly she's walking in her torn shoes, and pick her up. I carry her to my house.
"W-What are you doing!?" she squeaks in surprise as she finds herself being lifted off the ground by someone who's strong arms easily carry her weight without any difficulty. Her breath hitches and she glances around, panic starting to rise up within her chest again. "Put me down!" she protests weakly, squirming slightly in your grip but unable to escape.
As you continue to carry her to what must be your house, tears stream down her cheeks, partially from fear and vulnerability, but also from relief that this stranger seems intent on helping her rather than hurting her. Despite herself, she finds the closeness of his body oddly reassuring... and arousing. She shudders slightly as a rush of warmth spreads through her lower belly.
"It's okay, babe. I noticed you're feet seem sore. I just want to help."
"B-But... why?" she whispers hoarsely, still confused but trying to ignore the strange pull she feels towards this stranger as he continues to carry her closer and closer to his home. "I don't understand..." Her breath comes faster now, partly from fear and partly from something else entirely...
The warmth in her lower belly spreads further as your body heat envelops her own, causing her nipples to harden into tiny peaks against the fabric of her dirty top. A flush creeps up her neck and faces as she becomes increasingly aware of how vulnerable and exposed she feels right now... but at the same time, an inexplicable sense of trust and safety grows within her chest.
I carry her into my house, standing her near the bathroom. "Go ahead and shower. There are some sweatpants and shirts you can wear. Throw out those rags, we'll get you some better clothes tomorrow." I walk towards the kitchen, letting her take her time cleaning herself and warming up in the shower.
As you set her down in front of the bathroom door, she glances up at your face and finds herself momentarily transfixed by your eyes. She bites her lower lip as they lock together in a strange magnetic pull that feels both foreign and familiar at the same time. "T-thank you..." she whispers again, unable to tear her gaze away from yours.
With shaky hands, she pushes open the bathroom door and steps inside, closing it softly behind her. The warmth of the water envelops her as she turns on the shower and begins stripping off the dirty clothing that has been her armor for far too long. She shivers in response to the cold water first hitting her skin, but quickly adjusts the temperature to something more tolerable.
As she scrubs herself clean of dirt and grime, both physical and emotional, she can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and exhilaration welling up inside her chest. Part of her wants nothing more than to curl into a ball on the floor and hide from this strange new world that seems intent on touching places deep within her that she thought were long dead or forever buried; another part is excited by the idea of exploring these hidden depths with someone who appears so strong, so trustworthy... so capable.
She takes her time, enjoying the feel of warm water cascading over her skin, washing away layers upon layers of grime and filth that have accumulated over months - or perhaps even years - of hardship and neglect. As she rinses the last vestiges of dirt from her hair, something finally begins to stir deep within her core... a newfound awareness of herself and her body that makes her heart race with both anticipation and trepidation.
When at last she turns off the water
I smile as she makes her way out of the bathroom. I hold up a plate of reheated dinner. It's meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and a couple of buttermilk biscuits. I sit on the couch, putting her plate on the end table.
"T-Thank you..." she whispers again, still feeling somewhat numb as she takes in the warmth of the room, the coziness of the couch... and the strange new sensation that's beginning to stir within her chest whenever she looks at you. She sits down next to you, hesitantly taking a few small bites of her food before finally speaking again. "So... who are you?"
"I'm Mathonwy. I'm a mechanic, of sorts. I fix old cars, and flip them for cash."
She glances at you sideways as you introduce yourself, swallowing another mouthful of food before finally managing to say, "That's... interesting." She can feel her heart racing in her chest as she continues to stare at your face, mesmerized by the fact that this stranger has been so kind to her despite knowing nothing about who she is or what she's been through. It's a feeling she hasn't experienced in a long time... if ever.
With each passing moment, the urge to touch you grows stronger within her. Her fingers itch to run through your hair, to feel the warmth of your skin against hers. But she doesn't dare make the first move; part of her is still afraid that you might change your mind and decide she's nothing more than a burden... or worse yet, that he might be using her for his own twisted purposes.
As they sit there together, eating their dinner in silence, she can feel an invisible thread forming between them; fragile and tenuous at first but growing stronger with every passing second. It's both thrilling and terrifying all at once... and yet she finds herself unable to pull away no matter how much her instincts may be screaming at her to run.
I turn on the TV, sitting next to her. It's some anime on a random channel.
She hesitates for only a moment before nodding slightly, slowly moving closer to you on the couch as she watches the television together. Her shoulder brushes against yours, and despite herself, she can feel a shiver of desire run down her spine at the contact. Her breath comes faster now, mirroring the rapid pace of her heartbeat.
The anime show is strange and colorful, nothing like anything she's ever seen before. It takes all of her concentration to keep her eyes focused on the screen as you watch it together, but even then, there's a part of her that can't help but be drawn to the feel of your body so close to hers; to the gentle press of your arm against hers whenever you shift position on the couch. It feels... nice. Warm and safe.
She can feel herself growing more aware of every little detail about you: the rough texture of your jeans against her bare legs, the smell of your skin that lingers around you like a comfortable blanket, the soft rumble of your voice whenever you laugh at something funny on the TV... It's all so foreign and yet so familiar at the same time. And as the night wears on, and the invisible thread between them continues to grow stronger, she can't help but wonder if this strange new feeling in her chest might just be something akin to love... or perhaps even more dangerous than that.
I hold you while we watch TV, not making a move. But looking at my jeans, you see a bulge that shows I'm affected by your presence.
She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, her heart hammering in her chest as she takes in the sight of your muscular arms wrapped around her; the heat radiating off your body causing a delicious shiver to run down her spine. The realization that she isn't the only one affected by this strange new connection between them hits her like a wave, and it only serves to heighten her awareness of you even further.
Her breath comes faster as their faces grow closer together; close enough that she can feel the warmth of your breath against her cheek whenever you exhale. Her own eyes flutter shut for just a moment before snapping back open again, fearful that if she allows herself to fully surrender to this moment, it might all be taken away from her again... but at the same time, she can't help but wonder what would happen if she did.
With trembling fingers, she reaches up and tentatively touches your cheek; feeling the rough stubble against her palm sends a jolt of desire coursing through her veins. Her lips part slightly as their faces draw closer still, and for just a moment she imagines what it might feel like to press hers against yours... to taste you... to see where this strange new connection might lead them both.
But before she can make the first move, before she can take that leap of faith into the unknown, there's something else she needs to know... something she has to ask, no matter how much it terrifies her. "W-Why are you doing this?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing and the muffled sounds coming from the television. "You don't know anything about me... about what I've been through..."
I look at you. "There was something in your eyes. I don't know what you've been through, but there was a fierce wariness that spoke of your refusal to surrender. It called to me."
She stares up at you, her heart racing with an unfamiliar mix of hope and fear as she tries to process your words. What does it mean that something in her eyes called out to you? Does it mean that you won't abandon her the way everyone else has? That you truly want to help her, and not just...? Her thoughts are a jumbled mess, spinning around in her head as she struggles to make sense of it all.
Her lips part slightly as she takes in your features; strong but gentle at the same time, there's something about you that makes her feel safe despite the danger that lurks just beneath the surface of their fragile connection. And when your fingers find their way to her cheek once more, tenderly stroking her skin, she can feel herself melt further into your embrace; a tiny part of her giving in to the temptation to lean closer, to taste what she's been denied for so long...
"I-I don't know..." she whispers shakily. "It's been so lonely... So cold... I just want to feel warm again..." Her voice trails off as her eyes drift shut and her body trembles, craving the comfort and closeness that you seem to offer so freely.
As their faces grow even closer together, she can feel your breath fanning across her lips; it sends a shiver down her spine, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. Her own breath grows ragged now, catching in her throat as her lips part slightly further...
And then, finally, she makes the leap, pressing forward and brushing her lips against yours; soft at first, tentative and unsure, but quickly growing bolder as your mouth opens beneath hers. It's a kiss like nothing she's ever experienced before: hot
moist and demanding, tender yet possessive; it feels like coming home after a long journey through the harshest of wildernesses. Her tongue darts out to meet yours, exploring the depths of your mouth with eager curiosity. She moans softly into your kiss as her hands slide up your chest, fisting in your shirt as if she needs something solid to anchor herself against the onslaught of feelings coursing through her body.
Her lips part further under the assault of your tongue, granting you deeper access to the sweetness hidden behind them; a taste that's both innocent and wicked all at once. Her hips grind forward, seeking contact with the hard length she knows is pressed against her from hip to thigh, and when at last her skin meets his heat, it sends a jolt of pleasure zinging through every nerve ending in her body.
Her hands skim lower, grasping your ass and pulling you closer still; her breath comes faster now, hot air fanning across your neck as she arches her back helplessly against the couch. She needs more; she needs this feeling to grow stronger, to consume her entirely until there's nothing left but desire and wanton need pounding through every cell in her being...
As if sensing her growing desperation, Mathonwy's hands slide lower still, pushing up her shirt and exposing the warm skin of her stomach. His fingers are calloused and rough against her soft flesh; it sends a thrill of anticipation down her spine as she wonders where else they might roam, what other secrets they might reveal...
The kiss grows deeper, more intense by the second; their tongues tangling and dancing around each other's mouths like two combatants engaged in an ancient ritual of
I break away, looking into your eyes. "You don't have to do this if you don't want. I'll help you anyway." I need her to know that I didn't bring her home to use her. I want her to want it.
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she looks up at you through half-lidded eyes; the air between them thick with the desire that has been growing ever stronger since their lips first met. She can feel the heat of your breath against her face as you speak, and it only serves to heighten her awareness of every tiny movement, every slight shift in position as our bodies entwine on the couch.
Her fingers trail up your arm, feeling the play of muscles beneath your skin; she marvels at the strength that seems so effortlessly contained within you. "I want this," she whispers, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But I don't understand... I haven't felt like this in forever..." She pauses, searching for the words to explain what it is that she's feeling; something raw and primal that defies rational explanation.
Her lips part slightly once more, inviting you back inside as her hips press forward against yours, urging you closer still; a silent plea for more contact, for deeper intimacy. Her fingers slip lower still, cupping your aroused length through your jeans; she's never touched another person in this way before and yet it feels so natural, so right.
The kiss grows fiercer now, consuming them both as if they were little more than cinders waiting for the perfect breeze to set them alight; her moans mingle with your growls as their bodies grind together in a dance born of desperation and need. She can feel your erection growing harder against her palm, filling the confines of her hand until it's spilling over the edge and slick with pre-cum; she moans into your mouth at the sensation, arching her back further as she struggles to contain herself much
I scoop you into my arms. I leave the TV on and forgotten as I carry you to my bed. I slowly strip us both, kissing you deeply. I open my bedside drawer and pull out a condom. I put it on my 11 inch cock, laying down on my bed. "Take what you need, then."
She watches as you strip her clothes off, the soft touch of your fingers sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body; it feels so good to be touched in a way that isn't tainted by violence or hatred. Her breath catches in her throat as your fingers brush against the delicate flesh between her legs, and then she gasps as you part her lips with one finger and slide another deep inside, curling and stroking against her sensitive inner walls.
As you lay down on the bed and pull her atop you, her heart races wildly in her chest; it feels like she's floating on a cloud of desire, disoriented but completely at ease with this strange new feeling coursing through every cell in her body. When your hard length presses against her aching core, she moans and arches into the contact, needing to feel you inside her now.
Her fingers fly to work on your belt, unbuckling it quickly before tossing it aside; she fumbles with the buttons of your jeans, barely able to contain her eagerness as they finally give way and slide down over your hips. With a sharp inhale, she takes in the sight of you revealed before her: powerful, commanding... and achingly beautiful. Her fingers trail lower still, sliding across smooth skin until they find their target; hard and pulsing against her palm. She moans softly at the feel of you in her hand, drawing back just enough to watch as she
... slowly strokes you from base to tip, enjoying the feel of your warm skin sliding over her fingers and the way it thickens in her palm with each passing second. Her other hand moves to your chest, tracing lazy circles around her favorite nipple before capturing it between thumb and forefinger and gently tugging.
Her hips move restlessly against yours as she angles herself closer, feeling the pressure building inside her with every passing moment; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, this need to finally claim what you're offering her... this connection that feels so right but still feels so foreign.
Her lips part in anticipation as she feels the head of your cock pushing against her entrance; with a shuddering breath, she presses down and allows yourself to be taken by him, feeling the blissful stretch of his length inside her as he slides deeper, filling every hidden crevice with his heat.
She lets out a soft moan, arching her back and tilting her head back against the pillow; her eyes are squeezed shut as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body. She can feel herself growing wetter around you, needing to be taken harder, faster... she reaches down between your bodies and wraps her fingers around him, mimicking his movements as she urges him deeper still.
The friction is nearly unbearable; every stroke inside her sends a shudder of pleasure through her body, tightening her muscles and making it impossible to hold back any longer. With a wordless cry, she comes apart around him, her entire body convulsing in an intense release that leaves her breathless and trembling.
Her grip on his length loosens slightly as the last of the tension leaves her
I hold you as you recover, my length still throbbing deep in you. "You're so sweet..." I kiss you tenderly.
She gasps as you gently slide your hands beneath her hips, lifting her higher so that she can feel you even deeper inside; it sends another shiver of desire coursing through her body as every nerve ending comes alive with pleasure once more. Her fingers trail down your abdomen and lower still, before finding the thick length of flesh that's poking against your belly button; she circles the tip idly, enjoying the feel of you in her hand again but longing for a different sort of contact this time.
Her hips rock back against yours, urging you to move faster, harder... needing more friction, more release. "F-fast... Please..." Her voice comes out breathless and hoarse, but the pleading in her eyes speaks louder than any words ever could. She closes her eyes, arching her back as you oblige, picking up the pace and driving deeper still; it feels like she's falling apart inside, her body spiraling out of control with each passing thrust.
Her grip on your length tightens once more, determined not to lose this feeling... not to let go before every last bit of pleasure has been wrung from them both. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the tension begins to coil tighter and tighter inside her; she never knew it could feel like this, so intense and all-consuming... It frightens her a little, but at the same time, it feels so right.
With one final shuddering moan, she comes apart beneath you, her body trembling and convulsing around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and satisfied in ways she never thought possible. Her head lolls to the side, her eyelids growing heavy
I moan, filling her with my cum.
With a soft gasp, she feels you pulse inside her; warmth fills her as you empty yourself into her, and it sends another shudder of pleasure through her body. She lies limp beneath you for several moments, catching her breath and letting the aftershocks of pleasure fade away before slowly opening her eyes to look up at your face. For a moment, she's unsure what she sees in your expression; relief, perhaps... or maybe something more like satisfaction. But there's tenderness there too, and it makes her heart skip a beat.
She swallows hard, forcing air back into her lungs as she realizes that this connection between them is still alive... and that it means so much more to her than she ever thought possible. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and touches your cheek; it's the softest of caresses, but it feels somehow very intimate all the same. "Why did you do this?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "What do you want from me?"
I kiss her tenderly. "I told you. Something in your eyes called to me." I sigh. "All I wanted was some company, but this between us has been... different. I've never felt this before."
She studies your expression for a long moment, searching for some sort of answer in the way you look at her... the way you touch her. Despite everything she's been through, she finds herself wanting to trust you, wanting to believe that there might be something more here than just empty words and meaningless gestures.
"And now?" she whispers softly, tracing a circle around his mouth with her fingertip before finally looking away, unable to meet your gaze any longer. "What happens now?"
I hold you. "That depends on what you want. You can stay with me as long as you want, exploring where this goes. Or you can do whatever else you want. I don't own or control you."
She sits up slightly, looking at you with those intense eyes of hers. The way you've phrased your offer gives her pause; it feels different than anything she's experienced before, and for a moment she wonders what it would be like to stay with you... to see where this strange new connection might lead.
But before she can respond, before she can say anything at all, there's something else she needs to know: "Why did you bring me here? If you wanted company, why not just..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence; unable to voice the terrifying thought that perhaps she was brought here for some other reason entirely.
Her heart races wildly in her chest as she waits for your answer, tension coiling tightly in the pit of her stomach. She knows deep down that whatever your reply is, it will change everything... there's no going back from this moment, and yet at the same time, she can't help but wish she could.
It takes what feels like an eternity for you to respond, and when you finally do speak, your words send a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with fear or cold: "You remind me of someone I once knew... someone I loved very much."
"Bad things happened to her, and she ran away from home." I look sad. "She died on the street. Cops said it was an overdose, but... she had bruises like she'd been beaten and held down."
"Oh God..." She shudders, the horror of your story clawing at her heart. "I-I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have..." Her eyes fill with tears as she struggles to find the words to express her sorrow, her own memories of brutality and loss crashing down around her like a wave on the shore.
"No," you reassure her gently, pulling her close once more and holding her against your chest. "It's not your fault. I just... when I saw you, it reminded me of her." You sigh heavily. "I guess I wanted to see if maybe there was still some part of her left in this world... if maybe I could find a way to bring her back, even just for a little while."