You find yourself on the streets of Forrock City, the hour is late and you're finally heading home after having finished your extended shift at your workplace after your dickhead of a boss had apparently decided that you didn't have anything better to do than picking up where the other's had left off.
The streets are dark and quiet, but you know that unscrupulous, slimy fucks can hide in almost every shadowed alleyway or around any obscured corner, ready to prey on those less fortunate or able-bodied.
As you make your way down along the curb, with the many streetlights and neon signs lighting your way and plaguing your tired eyes, you take a moment to check your surroundings. You are able to estimate that the busstop is about a 10 minutes walk from where you are now.
As you stop and look around, however, your eyes are drawn to a staggering figure across the other side of the road. It's a female half-breed, and a rather strikingly beautiful one at that. Curvaceous and plump in the right places, you would have guessed her to be a model if it weren't for circumstances. She is clearly intoxicated or under the influence of some kind of drug.
Suddenly, her head turns, her gaze meeting your own. You quickly turn away, realising you had been staring, pretending to act neutral, but it is too late. She saunters over on unsteady legs across the street to meet with you, her hand resting on your arm and tugging ever so slightly. She smells of booze and perfume, and she looks up at you with lidden eyes, half-obscuring her striking, golden eyes staring into yours.
"Hey there, handsome~ Wouldn't mind, like, helping lil' ol' me home, would'ya?"
That depends, where do you live?
Her lips curling into that lazy grin of hers, she leans forward just enough to give you a nice view of her ample cleavage and blurts out in an alcohol-fueled whisper, "Not far from here~ But I'm, like, pretty fucked up at the moment~ Can't seem to find me bearings~"
She giggles lightly. "And with my luck, some dickhead of a cop would show up right now and arrest your cute halfbreed ass for being out on the streets like this..." Her hand squeezes around your arm comfortingly.
after a bit of walking we see her apartment, but before we get to the door, Fifi falls unconscious, only to wake up in her bed several hours later, incredibly hungover, and then realises I stayed in her apartment until she woke up, and I cleaned up her apartment a bit which surprised her
Her head feels like it's going to explode as she slowly opens her eyes. She blinks a couple of times and takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, then immediately looks at you with an expression of shock and disbelief. "Wha-wha-what are... wh-where am I?" She squints at you suspiciously for several long seconds before her expression softens into a gentle smile. "Oh, right..." She grimaces slightly and sits up, leaning back against the pillows. "I can't remember much from last night..." Her eyes flicker to the door and then back to you. "...how'd I get home?"
There's a faint flush on her cheeks as she notices that her apartment is cleaner than it usually is. "Th-thank you... for helping me, I mean." She swallows hard, still clearly unaccustomed to accepting kindness from others.
No problem, I'd rather help than let you walk around like a zombie for the rest of the night I say gently with a chuckle
She smiles faintly at you and nods, the gesture looking genuine if somewhat awkward on her face. "I... I appreciate it." Then she frowns slightly, looking uncomfortable with this strange situation. "Maybe we could talk later?" She says softly, obviously uncertain about what to do or say next.
Her gaze wanders around the room again, not really focusing on anything in particular until her eyes finally settle back on you once more. There's a tentative curiosity and wariness mixed into that look, as if she's trying to gauge your intentions.
I can head off if you'd like, or I can stay until you get your bearings I say with a gentle chuckle
She seems to consider your words carefully before finally nodding, if somewhat hesitantly. "I-If you don't mind... I mean... staying wouldn't be a problem... right?" She pauses, seemingly waiting for you to contradict her before continuing in a more confident tone, "We could just talk or something." Her eyes dart nervously from one object to the next in the room as she waits for your reply.
The silence stretches out between you both and Fifi feels compelled to break it. "Um... do you want some coffee or anything? I could maybe make us some..." She trails off, blushing lightly at her own forwardness.
as she finishes her sentence I hand her a coffee I had already made, still hot I don't know what you took last night but it must have been strong I say with a chuckle
She takes the coffee gratefully, wrapping her hands around the mug and taking a sip. The warmth spreading through her feels oddly comforting. "Thanks," she murmurs before taking another drink. "It's just... I don't really remember what I did." Her expression turns sheepish and she looks away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
There's an awkward silence between you as you both sip your coffee. Eventually, Fifi breaks it with a small laugh. "I guess last night was... embarrassing, huh?" She tries to make the statement sound like less of an admission and more of a joke, but it comes out weak and forced.
She forces herself to look you in the eye. "Listen, I appreciate everything you did for me tonight," she says sincerely. "I just hope I didn't... do anything too stupid or... or make things weird." Her gaze drops once more, studying her coffee cup as if it holds all the answers.
The silence returns and this time Fifi is unable to fill it, unsure of what else to say or how much she should reveal about herself in this vulnerable state.
It's alright, you were walking around like a zombie, you came over and asked me to help you get home and then you passed out as we were walking to your apartment I say gently with a smile as I walk into the now-clean living room
She smiles faintly in return and follows you into the living room. "I'm sorry about that," she murmurs, setting her coffee mug down on a nearby coaster. "I don't usually... act like such a mess."
There's an awkward pause as she tries to find something to say or do next. "So..." She trails off, gesturing vaguely around the room. "How have you been? How's life been treating you?" The questions sound forced even to her own ears, but at least they serve as a small attempt at making conversation.
Her eyes flicker away from yours, unable to hold your gaze for long periods of time anymore. She shifts uncomfortably on the sofa, crossing and recrossing her legs.
Not too bad, just working a shitty job like everyone else, what about you when your not drinking until the dead wake I say sarcastically with a gentle laugh, causing her to laugh a bit
She lets out another small laugh and leans back against the sofa, propping herself up on one arm. "Well," she begins, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "I'm just trying to get by like everyone else, you know? I work at this crappy club downtown, and sometimes... well, I do other things on the side." She trails off awkwardly, suddenly feeling self-conscious about revealing too much of her life story to a complete stranger.
Her gaze drifts back over to you, studying your face as if searching for some sign or understanding. "It's not easy being halfbreed," she says eventually. "We have to work twice as hard just to get by, and sometimes people... they make it harder than it already is." Her expression darkens momentarily before softening again into a gentle smile. "But I'm grateful for the good people in my life, like you. Even if you are just some random dude off the street."
There's another pause as she seems to gather her thoughts once more. "So... what do you like to do when you're not playing hero to drunken halfbreeds?" Her tone is casual and conversational, but there's still a hint of curiosity underlying it.
I normally go for hikes or camps, that sort of thing I say gently with a warm smile
She nods slowly, her eyes lighting up with interest. "Camping sounds fun! You ever been to the mountain range out west? They say it's just beautiful there." Her voice takes on a dreamy quality as she imagines herself beneath the starry sky, surrounded by nature's beauty.
There's another pause before she speaks again. "So... you must have met some interesting people out there. Anyone special in your life?" The question is asked casually, almost innocently, but there's still an underlying curiosity to it. She can't help but hope that the answer will be no, that you haven't found anyone else yet.
Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought, and she quickly looks away, focusing on a spot on the wall opposite her. The idea of someone caring for you, sharing their life with you... it seems so foreign to her right now, but somehow not entirely unwelcome.
No, no one special, not really tried to be honest I say gently, surprising her as she didn't expect someone like me to be so alone
Her eyes widen in surprise at your admission and she turns to look at you once more, studying your face intently. "Really?" she asks softly, her voice tinged with disbelief. "But you're such a... I don't know, nice person." There's an awkward silence as she tries to find the right words to express herself, but eventually, she just shrugs helplessly.
"I mean," she continues more confidently, "you could have anyone with those looks and that accent. Any girl in this town would be lucky to date you." She gives a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood again. "But I guess some people just aren't meant for settling down."
Her gaze drops once more as she mulls over what she's said. The thought of someone like you being alone makes her heart ache in an unexpected way. Part of her wants to reach out and comfort you, to tell you that it doesn't have to be this way, but another part of her is still wary and uncertain about getting too close.
It's alright to be honest, I've gotten used to it I say gently with a smile, however she can tell I'm trying to hide my true feelings about it
She can tell that you're hiding something behind your smile, that there's more to your words than just resignation. There's a sadness in your eyes that she finds herself unable to ignore. It draws her in, makes her want to know more about you and why this seems to be the way things are for you.
"I guess we all have our crosses to bear," she says softly, her voice taking on a thoughtful tone. "But I've always believed that everyone deserves happiness... even if it doesn't come in the package they expect." She pauses, searching for the right words before finally adding, "I mean, you never know what might happen tomorrow, right?"
Her gaze drifts back over to you, studying your features intimately. There's a mixture of curiosity and sympathy etched onto her face, making her seem both innocent and experienced at the same time. It's an enchanting blend that you can't help but find yourself drawn into.
I smile gently at her words, then I look up and we both make eye contact for a moment
Her heart skips a beat as your eyes meet hers and hold steady. There's an intensity to the connection that sends shivers down her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It's as if you can see right through her, into the depths of who she is, and it both excites and terrifies her at the same time.
Her lips part slightly, but no words come out. All she can do is stare, lost in the swirling emotions that seem to be welling up inside of her. She's never felt so exposed or vulnerable before, yet somehow this feels... right.
without saying a word, she finds herself shifting over towards me
Her body seems to move on its own accord, drawn irresistibly toward yours. She shifts closer and closer, until her legs are pressed against yours, their warmth radiating through the fabric of her clothing. As she gets even nearer, she can feel your breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine and straight to her core.
Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, unsure of where to focus first but unable to look away. Her heartbeat quickens as the space between you grows thinner with every passing second. It's like she's on the edge of something new and terrifying and thrilling all at once, and she can't help but lean in closer still.
before she can get any closer, I notice her eyes darting everywhere, so I gently place my hand over her eyes, causing her to instinctively relax, which completely surprises her, and she naturally leans into me
Her body tenses momentarily at the unexpected touch before relaxing into it, her weight settling heavily against yours. She takes a shaky breath, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before, yet strangely at peace. The gentle pressure of your hand on her skin grounds her, makes her focus on this moment with you.
She lets out a small sigh as her eyelids drift shut beneath the warmth of your palm. With your touch guiding hers, she reaches up and tentatively places her other hand against yours, feeling the roughness of your skin against the smoothness of hers. It's a contrast that excites her, makes her want to explore further.
Her breath hitches slightly as their hands slowly intertwine, fingers lacing together almost instinctively. She leans even closer into you, basking in the strength and warmth that seems to radiate from your body like sunlight on a summer's day. It's overwhelming but welcome, familiar yet new.
then as she relaxes and since she can't see every move causes her to flinch slightly, which she starts to like, so I slowly move closer to kiss her, causing her to flinch but then kiss back
The warmth of his lips on hers sends a shockwave through her body, making every nerve ending stand at attention. She feels a shiver run down her spine and instinctively tightens her grip on him, arching her back ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. Her tongue darts forward, tentatively seeking entrance into his mouth, hungry for more contact with him.
The world falls away as they lose themselves in this shared moment, their bodies moving together almost instinctively. His hands roam freely over her back and down her waist, squeezing gently at the firm globes of her ass before slipping lower still to caress the inside of her thighs. She gasps into his mouth as these touches send sparks flying through her, making it impossible for her not to moan in desire.
Her hands explore further, tracing patterns over his chest and stomach before moving lower still, cupping him through his pants with a soft groan of approval. The feel of him, hard and ready against her palm, sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making it impossible for her not to grind her hips forward in silent encouragement.
This was what she needed, what she'd been craving all night long: this connection with another person, this feeling of being wanted and desired despite her flaws. In this moment, nothing else mattered; there was only them and the heat burning between them.
as we deepened the kiss, I then suddenly pick her up gently, carrying her and playfully throwing her onto her bed gently
She lets out a squeak of surprise as you pick her up and throw her onto the bed. Her body lands softly against the mattress with a satisfying thump, but it's not the impact that has her heart racing; it's the look in your eyes as you gaze down at her, a mixture of desire and lust barely concealed beneath the surface.
Her lips part, eager for another taste of you as she reaches out to pull you closer. Her hands tug roughly at your shirt, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against hers, to be as close as possible. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up in invitation.
The room spins around them in a haze of desire and passion; it's as if they are the only two people in existence, and all that matters is this moment between them. Their need for one another grows more intense with every passing second, driving them to seek greater pleasures, deeper connections.
Her lips find yours once more, her tongue dancing wildly against yours as she tries to express just how much she wants you, how thankful she is for this night and the chance to feel truly alive.
I kiss her again and then kiss her neck before standing back and starting to take off my shirt
Her eyes trail hungrily up your chest as you shed your shirt, taking in the defined muscles and warm skin revealed beneath it. She lets out a soft moan of appreciation when her hands finally make contact with your skin again, tracing lazy circles around your nipples before moving lower to tug at the waistband of your pants.
"Take it off," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further and pressing herself against you once more. Her hips rock forward, seeking relief from the ache between her legs, and she shudders when the rough fabric of your jeans slides across her sensitive skin in response. "Please..."
I kiss her on the neck gently, then gently biting you first, then I will I whisper gently
Her breath hitches as you bite down gently on her neck, the sharp pain giving way almost instantly to a dull pleasure that sends shivers through her body. She arches her back further in response, pressing herself even closer against you, her nipples hardening under the pressure of your touch.
She feels your hands slide lower still, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach before reaching the waistband of her panties. Her hips rise off the bed involuntarily as he fingers slip beneath the material, finally making contact with the bare flesh of her cleft. She gasps at the sensation, her body trembling under his touch.
"Please..." she whispers again, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I need... I need you." Her words are barely audible over the thunderous beat of their hearts and the sound of their ragged breathing in the small, enclosed space.
I then bite her neck again gently before starting to slide my hands up her body, slowly lifting her shirt up, teasing her even more
Her body trembles with anticipation as you teasingly slide your hands up her body, her shirt rucking and bunching beneath your touch. She arches into the caresses, pushing herself further against your hand in a desperate attempt to feel more skin-on-skin contact. Her breath hitches as she feels your fingers brush lightly over one of her nipples, hard and aching for attention.
Her mind is spinning with desire, every nerve ending tingling and alive with the sensation of being so close to finally having what she's craved all night long. It's a heady mix of pain and pleasure that leaves her breathless, eager to feel more. With one final pull, you yank her shirt over her head and toss it carelessly aside, leaving her naked and exposed in the warm glow of the bedside light.
What were you wanting again I whisper playfully, teasing her, while gently teasing her breasts
Fifi rolls her eyes, but can't help a small smile playing on her lips. "I don't know, exactly...just more," she purrs, running her hands through your hair and pulling you down for another deep kiss. Her tongue darts into your mouth once again, demanding attention and driving them both wild with need.
Her hips begin to move against your hand in a slow grind, encouraging you to take things further as she arches her back off the bed. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely between kisses, gasping when you pinch her nipple roughly before soothing it with the pad of your thumb. She feels like her body is on fire, craving release but not wanting this to end anytime soon.
Alright then I whisper gently, standing back again and slowly taking my trousers off, surprising her by just how big I actually am, for a moment she doesn't actually know if it'll fit
Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull down your trousers, revealing yourself fully to her. For a moment, she doesn't know what to think; her mind reels with the thought of taking something so large inside her, but then another part of her is instantly consumed by desire. The sight before her makes her heart race and her mouth go dry, making it almost impossible for her to speak.
She reaches out a trembling hand to touch you, running her fingers along your length with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Her lips part as she looks up at you, the expression on her face a combination of desire, fear, and the first real hint of trust that begins to spread across her features.
I then gently start to pull her closer, then pinning her down by her wrists before biting her neck again
Her breath catches in her throat as you pin her down, the feel of your teeth against her skin sending a shudder through her body. She arches into the touch, moaning softly at the pleasure and pain intertwined. Her hips rock up off the bed, seeking contact with your hardness once more.
As you continue to hold her down, she writhes beneath you, squirming in a desperate attempt to feel you deeper inside her. She gasps when you finally slam into her, driving them both over the edge of sanity and into a world where only sensation matters: the hot press of skin on skin, the rough scrape of teeth against flesh, the harsh throb of need being met at last.
I then start to thrust hard and fast while holding her down by her wrists
Her body jerks and arches with each powerful thrust deep inside her, the sensation both exquisite and punishing all at once. Her nails scrape against his chest in a futile attempt to regain some control, but she can't resist the way it feels for even a moment. The rhythm is relentless and brutal, driving them both toward their peak as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the building pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her. With each thrust deeper inside, she feels more and more connected to him, his body moving in perfect synchronization with hers as they move toward their shared climax.
just as we're reaching the climax I pull her close and kiss her deeply, completely overwhelming her with emotions and pleasure
Her nails scrape down his back as she grips him tightly, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The kiss deepens and becomes more urgent, their tongues dueling fiercely as they chase the intense pleasure that threatens to consume them both. Her entire being is lit up with an explosion of heat so powerful it feels like it's tearing her apart from the inside out.
She cries out into his mouth, her body tensing and shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her in a dizzying rush. Her world contracts to nothing but the feel of him moving inside her, his skin beneath her fingernails, their breath mingling together in raspy gasps. As she comes down from her peak, she realizes that she's never felt more connected to another person before.
With a last guttural groan, he thrusts deep into her one final time, his body tense and trembling with the force of his own release. She can feel it pulsing inside her, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through every inch of her exhausted, satisfied body. They collapse together onto the bed in a tangled heap, their ragged breathing filling the room as they both struggle to catch their breath and find their footing once more in this new reality where nothing is quite as it used to be.
just as we lie down next to each other, I start to thrust again, despite how sensitive we both are
Her body is still tingling from the intensity of their shared climax mere moments ago, and yet she finds herself wanting more, craving the connection they shared in those brief but exquisite moments. As he begins to move inside her again, she moans softly, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts with an eagerness that takes her by surprise.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rides out the sensations coursing through her body once more. With each movement, she feels the bond between them growing stronger, their bodies becoming attuned to each other's every move and desire. It's a heady experience, leaving her dizzy with pleasure and confusion alike; she isn't sure how long they can keep going like this before they collapse completely from exhaustion. But for now, it feels right.
a few hours pass and we finally stop after the 4th time
Her limbs feel like lead and her body feels sore and satisfied all at once as she lies sprawled across the bed beside you. Each breath is a labored effort, every muscle protesting the exertion of their recent passionate love-making. She closes her eyes, enjoying the gentle weight of your arm draped across her stomach and the feel of your chest rising and falling against her back.
She can't help but smile; it's been a night like none other, filled with unexpected twists and turns that have led them here, together. As she drifts off to sleep, she lets out a contented sigh, thankful for the connection they've found - even if it is only temporary.
Their fingers entwine on the bed between them as they surrender to slumber, their bodies still tingling from the memory of their passion and the promise of whatever might lie ahead.