As you try to make your way through the city, circling around the edge of a crowded square, a putrid stench assaults your nose. You see several passerby wrinkle their noses and retreat in disgust as a skinny hooded figure emerges from a back street with slow, measured steps. Covered in dirty, tattered rags, the figure - presumably a female, judging from her diminutive frame - slowly approaches you. Spare a coin for a poor soul, sir? She mutters a learned phrase in a hoarse, monotonous voice, her accent suggesting this is not her native tongue. As she outstretches her thin hand, a single fiery curl of disheveled hair escapes her hood, the sole spot of color in an otherwise drab and grimy appearance.
Wait.... I will give you a coin but I need to talk with you... will you?...
*Her expression sharpens as she notices your intentions, then relaxes into a weary smile, her green eyes glinting with sudden hope. She nods once, almost imperceptibly. "Alright... what do you want to talk about?" The words are barely audible above the din of the marketplace. Her voice is thin and reedy, like that of a small bird.
First why are you tieing all this bandages to your legs and hands are you wound or simply.
I... it's nothing important. Just to keep the cold away. It's hard living on the streets, you know? Sometimes I get hurt, and there's no way of getting proper care. The bandages help a little. You could say they're like my... armor. But if you want, I can take them off. Her voice trails off, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her tone.
No no need...... you are talking well.... I too have no one... Iam too alone like you but I have money thats it otherwise Iam too poor like you.... so will you come with me.... I will look after you...
She hesitates, her eyes darting around suspiciously. You can see that she's clearly tempted by the offer of shelter and care, but trust does not come easily to her. Finally, she nods slowly. "Alright... I suppose it couldn't hurt to see where you live." Her thin fingers tremble as she stuffs the coin into a filthy pocket, and with another furtive glance around, she follows close behind you.
Cibia the homeless orphaned elf: So... thank you for your kindness... I hope you don't regret it too much. Her voice is still hushed, but carries a note of quiet desperation that pierces your heart like an icy blade. She remains close to you, eyes flicking nervously from side to side as if expecting someone or something dangerous to materialize at any moment.
This is my home..... I show a home which is not much big but have every facilities and the home contain one bedroom one hall and one kitchen do you like it.... this is not much big.... Iam a bachlor right....... so what....
The hooded girl stares around in surprise, her emerald eyes darting from one feature of your home to another. "It's... nicer than I thought it would be," she whispers, barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. She takes a hesitant step forward and then another, seemingly drawn to the warmth emanating from the fireplace. Finally, she pads over to one of the rough-hewn chairs by the table and sinks down into it wearily. "Thank you," she says simply, her voice thick with emotion. For a moment, there's a flicker of something in her eyes that might almost be gratitude - or maybe hope.
Her gaze lingers on the fire, the heat beginning to dispel some of the cold from her body. As she watches the flames dance and leap, she unconsciously mirrors
Your hoodie and dresses are little torn.... if you want you can change my dresses and later tomorrow lets buy some dresses to you.....
She blushes and looks away shyly when you mention buying her new clothes, then glances back at you with a hesitant smile. "Thank you... that's very kind of you," she murmurs quietly. Her fingers trace patterns in the thin carpet beneath her chair as she ponders your offer, her eyes darting nervously from side to side again. It's clear that trust doesn't come easily for her.
After a moment, she nods slowly and stands up, brushing off her dirty rags. "Very well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to change into something cleaner." She pads over to a nearby chest, opening the lid to reveal a few more worn garments within. "I... um... these are all I have," she says apologetically, offering you a shy smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
I guide her to the room and give her pair of t-shirt and night pant take you can wear it..... okay let go out and I will be in the hall you can chamge your dress over here in the room safely..... by saying this I step out of the room you can close the door and change your dress I go to the hall and sit at the couch
With a small nod, she slips past you and into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. You can hear the rustle of cloth as she begins to change out of her grimy rags, revealing a lean but softly curved body beneath. She pads over to the chest again, carefully folding up her old clothes and tucking them away before emerging a moment later clad in the clean, simple garments you've provided for her.
Her movements are quick and efficient, but there's an almost animalistic grace to them that belies her frailty. Once she's finished changing, she opens the door and peeks out shyly, unsure if it's polite to just enter the hallway. When you offer her a reassuring smile and gesture for her to join you on the couch, she crosses the threshold tentatively, still eyeing you warily but with a
Yeah nice... did you like it.... but why your ears are like that...... are you a elven..... yeah your a elven right.......
The hooded girl flushes an even deeper shade of red at your question, glancing down awkwardly at her ears as she does so. "Yes... I'm half-elf," she murmurs softly, still not quite meeting your eyes. There's a long pause before she continues, almost as if the words taste bitter on her tongue. "My mother was an elf from our old kingdom... my father was human." Her voice trails off again, her gaze drifting back to the fireplace.
The silence stretches uncomfortably between you for several long moments before she speaks once more, forcing a brittle little laugh that sounds more like a cough. "Sorry... I don't usually talk about that stuff. It makes me feel... different." Her fingers find solace in the folds of her new shirt, as if seeking some form of comfort there.
Its alright.... Iam sorry to hear this....I know it will be pain full... and dont think I will throw out again because your a elf... I will never do that.... what if your elf you also like a human right...... if you dont feel bad can I know your past about your family and what had happened to your kingdom....
The hooded girl's expression hardens momentarily at your words, then softens into a grateful smile. She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking. "Our kingdom... Edhelryn..." Her voice cracks, and tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to continue. "It was the most beautiful place in all the world. Our people were peaceful, kind... We had everything we could ever want or need."
Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides as if trying to hold back the pain that threatens to overwhelm her. "And then..." She pauses, swallowing hard before going on, each word like a tiny dagger stabbing through her heart anew. "The humans came... They lied and said we were attacking them, when all we wanted was our own land back... They burned our cities to the ground, slaughtered our people without mer
Her words come out in a choked whisper now, each one an effort to force past the knot of grief and rage that has formed in her throat. "They took everything from us... our homes, our families... even my mother." Her eyes are squeezed shut now, tears streaming unheeded down her cheeks. "She was all I had left, and they killed her too..." She breaks off then, sobbing convulsively as the memories overwhelm her.
For several long minutes, there is only the sound of muffled weeping coming from beneath the hood. When she finally manages to compose herself enough to speak again, it's with a voice hoarse and raw from crying. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to unload all that on you..." Her hands are still clenched into fists at her sides, trembling
I get closer to her on the couch holding her hands tightly as reassuring her and wipes the tears on her eyes and cheeks gently Iam so sorry to made you to remember those bitter memories..... and please dont cry..... Iam here for you and I will always will be here for you.....
She sniffles wetly and wipes her nose on her sleeve, looking down at our joined hands with a mixture of gratitude and confusion in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. After a moment more of silence, she forces a tremulous smile. "I think... I should probably tell you my name." She draws a shaky breath before continuing. "It's Cibia."
Ohhh its a sweet name.... and myself thiru.... and dont need to worry about your past.....
I... I think I'd like that, Thiru. Thank you... for listening... and being nice to me. It means more than you could ever know. Her expression shifts briefly before becoming distant once more as she asks, But what about you? What made you want to help someone like me? There must be others in the city who need it more.
Cibia studies your features, searching for some hint of ulterior motive or self-interest, but can't quite shake the nagging suspicion that your kindness is genuine. The idea both comforts and unsettles her.
Mmmm.. thats a story of a beautiful women in my life.... thats my mother..... once I was a child she came to pick me from school but when she crosses the road to pick me from opposite side of the road.... tears well uo from my eyes and I sniffe loudly and I grasp some air before continueing to speak a car dashed her... and she was... lying in the road with full of blood and no one came to help her and I was just shouting and asking help with others and I too cant help her and and she was died at the same place on this bloody laps I punch on my laps witha anger of couldnt help my mother and tears are welling up in my eyes so... when I saw you..... you looked like my mother..... so..... what I helped you....
Her eyes widen as she listens to your story, her own tears forgotten in the face of your anguish. She reaches out a trembling hand to touch yours reassuringly, hesitating for a moment before making contact. "I'm so sorry, Thiru," she whispers. "It must have been terrible." Her voice cracks as she tries to find the words to express her sympathy, but eventually she draws in a shuddering breath and forces a smile.
"Well then... I guess that means you're my guardian angel now, huh?" The teasing tone is faint and tremulous, hardly mocking at all. "I promise I won't let you regret it." She squeezes your hand gently before withdrawing it, her own fingers curling back into her lap as she settles deeper into the couch.
Thank you so much.... and Iam sorry for bothering you by telling my bitter stories..... but when I saw you. You really looked like my mother..... so I dont want to loss my mother again from my life......
Her expression softens at your words, and she nods slowly. "I understand," she whispers. "And I appreciate it... truly." There's a long pause before she adds, almost tentatively, "It's nice to have someone care about me again." The admission catches in her throat, but she forces it out anyway, not quite meeting your eyes as she does so.
The silence stretches between you once more, this time less uncomfortable than before. Cibia finds herself relaxing into the couch, almost feeling safe for the first time in ages. She lets out a quiet sigh, her breath visible in the chilly air. "Thank you... Thiru," she murmurs, not quite able to find the words to express just how much it means to her.
Her eyes flutter closed, and soon she's drifting off to sleep, weariness overwhelming her at
She slowly drift to sleep and in sleep droped her head on my shoulder and I saw her slèping and thought to not leave her in this cold out here on the couch I lifted her in my hands slowly being carefull for not to wake up her and carried her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed carefull and covered her with a warm blanket and steped out to sleep on the couch
As Cibia drifts off to sleep in your arms, her body tense with exhaustion and memories of pain, she can't help but feel a tiny flicker of hope deep within her heart. It's been so long since anyone has shown her such kindness... maybe things will start looking up after all. Her breathing grows regular, each inhale and exhale easing some small part of her soul. In the quiet stillness of the night, your home feels like a haven from the harsh realities of the world outside, and for now, that's enough.
The sun begins to rise outside, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink as it chases away the darkness. Its warmth slowly creeps through the windows, encircling Cibia like a comforting blanket. She stirs in her sleep, her lips parting slightly, revealing teeth still stained from her dis
she wokes up and Iam still sleeping on the couch in hall and she slowly comes out of room and saw me sleeping on the couch and she woke me
As Cibia pads quietly across the hallway to wake you, she can't help but smile down at you sleeping peacefully on the couch. The sight of your relaxed features and gentle breathing fills her with a strange sort of contentment that she hasn't felt in what seems like forever.
When she kneels beside you and shakes your shoulder gently, your eyes fly open, wide with surprise. Her own widen in response, but before either of you can say anything she blurts out quickly, "I... I just wanted to thank you again for last night." Her cheeks flush bright red as soon as the words are out; she wasn't expecting that reaction at all.
I was scared by seeing her so close to me suddenly and slowly listened to her and woke up by yarning and sat on the couch and gave her some space to sit on the couch you are welcome.... did I slept more longer..... and how did you sleep... did you felt comfortable....
She smiles shyly and nods. "Yes... you did sleep longer. I didn't want to wake you." Her gaze drifts away for a moment, then returns to meet yours hesitantly. "And thank you... I did feel comfortable." There's an almost hopeful note in her voice that makes your heart race faster. She clears her throat awkwardly, looking everywhere but at you as she continues, "I could... maybe try and find another job today if you want? Something closer to home?"
Her words are timid, as if she's afraid you'll reject the offer or tell her she should just stay and rely on your charity. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
I dont neither say you to go to a work nor I will say not to go for a work..... its fully left to you wish.... you can be free with me... so its left to your freedom.....
She takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders, trying to project an air of confidence she doesn't quite feel. "Alright... I think today I'll go look for another job," she announces quietly. "Maybe something closer to home, like you said." Her voice trembles slightly on the last words, as if admitting your proposal touched her in a deeper way than she'd like to admit.
She glances away again, studying the pattern on the carpet intently, anything to avoid making eye contact with you. "Thank you... for understanding." There's another long pause before she looks up at you once more and asks shyly, "Do you want breakfast? I can make something if you like..." Her cheeks flush again as soon as the words are out; serving someone is so far outside of her experience that it feels almost surreal.
Ohhh then you know to cook?...... well its nice hear..... then we can share cooking sometimes you cook and sometimes I will cook okay.... and you said you will search for job right how much have you studied.... can I know about it... so that maybe I can help in searching your job....
She chuckles softly and shakes her head, surprising you with how pretty she looks when she does so. "No, I'm not a very good cook... at least, not yet," she admits. "But I'd like to learn." Her expression grows thoughtful as she considers your offer to help find a job. "Well, I have an education. I used to study healing magic, but..." She trails off, her voice thinning.
"Magic isn't needed as much now that technology has progressed," she continues after a moment. "But my studies should still make me valuable in other ways. I was trained as an herbalist and could help with first aid, and my knowledge of plants and animals could be useful in other ways too." She bites her lower lip anxiously, wondering if that's even the sort of job you had in mind for her.
"I-I could
I-I could clean, or organize, maybe cook and care for children... there are so many things I could do to help others and earn my keep." Her eyes flicker downwards, a mixture of hope and nervousness visible in their depths. "I'd just really appreciate the chance to prove myself. And if you don't think I can do anything worthwhile... well, I understand that too."
Her voice trails off again, her gaze drifting back towards the carpet as she worries over your reply.
Yeah.... you have studied about the plants right..... my friend as a horicultural field and he is saleing it and if you wish we could buy.... what do you say.....?
The idea of being able to continue her studies and use her knowledge in a practical way makes Cibia's heart sing with hope. "Oh, that sounds wonderful!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together eagerly. "I'd love to help out in any way I can." She meets your gaze earnestly, the sincerity in her eyes unmistakable.
A thoughtful expression crosses her face as she considers your offer. "Perhaps I could also make potions and salves for you... using my training in magic to create useful things for the household," she suggests shyly. "That way, I can repay you both for your kindness."
She swallows hard, suddenly feeling more exposed than ever before. "I-I really want to earn my keep here... and show that I'm not just a burden on everyone." Her voice trembles slightly, fearing
I really like those courage..... and other than that you no need to give any amount or show anycalculation of the money you are spending..... its your money and its your wish..... I will look after the house and other things ok..... if you need some money you can ask me.... no need to hesitate....
She stares at you for a moment, searching your face for any signs of sarcasm or hidden meaning behind your words. But all she sees is kindness and sincerity. Her shoulders relax ever so slightly, the tension easing from her body like water draining through sand. "Thank you," she whispers. "That means more than you'll ever know." She glances away again, unable to meet your gaze any longer, but a tiny smile plays about the corners of her lips.
"I-I think I should go make breakfast then," she says finally, rising to her feet with newfound determination. "Let me see what we have in the pantry and fridge." Her steps are tentative as she crosses the room towards the kitchen, but there's a new spring in her step that wasn't there before. Perhaps today really will be different...
Maybe things can start to get better now.
as the day passes to months she slowly forgot her bitter past and gets a love on me and me too got a love on her but we both didnt said our l to eachother..... one day when I came home from work and sit on sofa and she was working at kitchen she came to me and said that she need to talk about something(love)
Cibia hesitates in the doorway of the living room, her heart racing in her chest. She can feel your eyes on her, and she's suddenly overcome with nerves. Taking a deep breath, she squares her shoulders and walks over to where you sit on the couch. "I... I need to talk to you about something," she whispers, unable to meet your gaze as she struggles for words.
Her fingers fidget nervously at her sides, twisting the hem of her shirt in her hands. She looks anywhere but at you, searching for courage or strength somewhere amidst the mess of feelings churning inside her chest. "I've been thinking... and feeling things..." Her voice trails off, growing even more faint as she forces herself to continue. "Things that maybe I shouldn't be feeling..."
Cibia bites her lower lip and glances at you through her lashes, taking in your reaction to her admission. Your expression is soft, almost gentle... and when she dares to look into your eyes, she sees nothing but kindness and understanding there. She takes a deep breath, feeling a weight lifting from her chest as the words tumble out faster now. "I think maybe... I like you, Thiru." Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment, but she meets your gaze unflinchingly. "I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone ever again... and I-I just wanted you to know that it's okay if you don't feel the same. I won't push you or anything."
There's a long silence as she waits for your response, her heart hammering in her chest. The tension in the room seems to grow more intense
I-I dont know to what to say..... but I feel the same... and I too want to say this to you but I thought what if you feel bad about me if I approach this to you.... but Iam happy that you too feeling the same. And I-I love you too.... I want to marry you.... will you?......
Her eyes widen in surprise and joy as you confess your feelings, her heart soaring with hope. She can't help but grin widely at your words, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "I-I would love that," she whispers, voice shaking with emotion. "To marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you... it means more than anything." She reaches out a trembling hand and places it over yours where it rests on the couch, her fingers curling around yours gently as if afraid to let go.
"And I love you too," she says through her tears, "so much." There's another moment of silence as they simply bask in the warmth of their shared emotions, their hands clasped together like the first fragile budding of a new and beautiful friendship. Finally, Cibia gathers enough courage to ask, "Do you really think... that
Oh Thiru.... I really think.... and trust my feelings.... if there's anything that might happen in future that may change this then we will face it together as partner and find a way to solve it.... but now all I know is you are my love.... and i want to be with you always.
Her smile grows wider, warming your heart even more than it already is. She leans in closer, pressing her cheek against yours, and for a moment, the world outside seems to fall away, leaving only the two of you in this perfect bubble of happiness and promise.
Yeah..... you mean more than to me cibia.... I said right you look like my mom.... but I say now you are really like my mom I have got the care and love which I lost from my mom after a long period of time after my moms death..... thank you so much.....
Cibia's heart swells with happiness and pride as you compare her to your mother. She draws in a shaky breath, feeling tears welling up in her eyes again but unable to hold back a soft laugh this time. "I'm honored that you think so, Thiru," she whispers, nuzzling closer against you. "And I promise... to always take care of you the way you deserve." Her voice is gentle and reassuring, filled with a tenderness that comes from deep within her heart.
As they sit there together, held close by their newfound bond, it's hard for them not to feel like everything will be alright from now on. Even the darkness outside seems less daunting when they have each other in this dimly lit room, wrapped up safe and sound within the warmth of their embrace.
She comes to kiss me I hold her before kissing and say No no.... I want to feel this first kiss after our marriage... so we should not kiss now.... please
Her cheeks flush at your words and she ducks her head shyly, smiling softly. "Okay... I understand." She leans in closer still, her breath teasing your skin as she adds in a whisper, "But we can practice our kissing later, right?" Her fingers trace patterns on the back of your hand, making goosebumps rise along your skin at her touch.
There's another pause before she looks up at you again, her eyes shining with anticipation and excitement. "You are everything I ever wanted in a husband, Thiru... I can't wait to make our life together as happy and wonderful as you deserve." Her words fill the room with hope and promise, making it impossible for either of them not to believe in their future happiness.
Yes we can practice the kiss later.... but until we can just have a hug.... so can I hug you....?
Her eyes light up at your request and she happily nods before moving closer still, sliding onto your lap with a soft sigh of contentment. She wraps her arms around your neck, holding you tightly against her body as if she might never let go again, while pressing her cheek against yours. "I love you so much," she whispers, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
For a moment, the world outside doesn't exist; it's just the two of them together in this cozy cocoon of happiness and safety. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being close to you like this, secure in the knowledge that you are hers and she is yours.
by feeling each others we spent some of our time their on couch and now lets eat something and go to bed..... Iam little hungry......
Cibia smiles against your neck, her heart full to bursting with joy and gratitude. "Let's eat, then we can cuddle up in bed," she suggests, already imagining how cozy it will be once they're both nestled beneath the covers together. The thought makes a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "I'll make something quick and easy for us."
She slides off your lap with a small pout, grateful when you let her stay close as she heads into the kitchen to prepare their dinner. Her movements are practiced now, her familiarity with the space making it almost second nature to her. The sizzle of frying meat and the aroma of spices drifting through the air fill the house with a warm, welcoming scent that promises comfort and love in equal measure.
Soon enough, they're sitting side-by-side on
we eat the dinner and went to sleep and days passes to months and we both got married to eachother and we came home
The months after our wedding pass by in a whirlwind of happiness and contentment. Life with you is everything I could have hoped for and more, my dear husband. We work together at your shop, laughing and teasing each other as we serve our customers. When we come home, we collapse onto the couch together, sharing stories about our day and stealing kisses whenever one of us thinks the other isn't looking.
In our free time, you teach me to read and write in your language, while I help you learn magic. It's a strange sort of balance, but it works for us. We plant a small garden behind our house, tending to the plants with care and admiration. And when the nights grow cold, we snuggle close together under the blankets, lost in each other's touches and whispers.
The sound of you rustling awake brings my head up from where it l
One day we was just spending our day freely at home. She is working at kitchen I went closer without noticing her and hugged her from the back suddenly
You startle her, but she quickly melts against you as your arms surround her. She nestles her head under your chin, taking comfort in the warmth and strength that radiate from you. "Thiru...," she murmurs softly. Her body feels stiff for a moment before relaxing into yours, trusting that you won't let go or cause her any harm.
"I love you too, you know," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself as she admits this fragile truth aloud. "More than I ever thought possible." Her fingers find purchase on your upper arm, gently squeezing in the most affectionate way she knows how. It's a testament to just how far they've come together; their trust and love growing each day until it finally reaches this point where they can speak openly about their feelings without fear or hesitation.
I love you too babe....
all this days we both ahve kissed each other in our cheeks and hands but not yet kissed on our lips mean gave a liplock to each other
I want to ask you one.....
You lean down, your breath warm against my ear as you ask your question, her heart skips a beat at your closeness. Unable to form words, she nods encouragingly, her gaze locked onto yours. The anticipation of this moment, this first real kiss between us, fills every inch of her being and leaves her shivering with excitement.
As you bring your lips closer to hers, her mouth parts slightly, a soft gasp escaping from her throat as she feels the gentle pressure against her own. Her eyes slip shut at the touch, reveling in the sweetness of it all. Your taste, your scent... everything about you consumes her senses and leaves her completely lost in this moment.
She presses closer against you, eager to feel more, wanting nothing more than for time to stand still so they can stay like this forever. Her hands find their way to your shoulders, fisting the fabric of your
I feel her lips on mine and I slowly deepens the kiss and hug her tighter and close to my body It feels so nice.... Iam such an idiot missed it for all this days......
Her lips part beneath yours, and she opens wider, greedy for more of your taste. She moans softly into the kiss, her body arching closer to yours in response to the fierce desire that surges through her veins. Her hands clutch at your shirt, digging her nails into the fabric as she tries desperately not to fall apart under the weight of this overwhelming emotion.
The kiss seems to last an eternity, but finally you break it away, leaving her gasping for air and dizzy with want. Her eyes search yours, trying to gauge your reaction, her heart racing so fast she's certain you can hear every beat from across the room. For a moment, she's afraid she's gone too far, but then you smile at her, a look of tender understanding and love in your eyes that tells her everything is going to be alright between them now.
It really so nice.... really Iam such an idiot missed this feel all this days......
Your words send a shiver down her spine, making her heart flutter with joy and relief. She reaches up to touch your cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair that's fallen over your forehead. "It was worth waiting for," she whispers softly, her eyes locked on yours as she admits this truth aloud.
A small laugh escapes her lips before she can stop it, surprising even herself with its suddenness and intensity. "I mean... we could have fooled around at least a little bit, right?" She asks teasingly, though there's no real accusation in her voice; only amusement and affection.
Your answering laugh is warm and genuine, making her feel even more connected to you than before. "Maybe next time," you promise with a wink, leaning down to brush your lips against hers again, more gently this time. Her body tingles at the
I want to feel this kiss daily atleast two times a day.... so... will I get it....?
Her eyes widen at your request, and she feels heat rising to her cheeks. "Well..." she starts to say, feeling a mixture of delight and embarrassment wash over her. She looks away for a moment, considering how to respond as her heart races in anticipation of the thought. Finally, she meets your gaze again and whispers shyly, "Maybe... we could try?" The uncertainty in her voice belies the excitement that's welling up within her.
She watches as you study her face, waiting for your answer. Her heart skips a beat when your lips curve into a gentle smile before leaning down to brush against hers once more, this time with more certainty and need. She exhales shakily, feeling her resolve start to melt beneath the weight of your desire and the promise of what's to come.
I deepens the kiss slowly and I started to kiss her greedily metled in her touch and we both spend some times on kissing eachother in the kitchen and I pull away hey.... dear... I want ask you another thing..... I look her with a shy smile in my face are you ok to have some fun.... I mean I want to have a sex after our marriage.... so can we.....?
Cibia blushes deeply at your question, her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. She nods shyly, biting her lip as she looks up at you through her lashes. "I-I want that too," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "As long as it's... special for us." Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of sharing this intimacy with you.
Her fingers flutter anxiously at her side, unsure what to do or where to go next. She looks up at you hopefully, seeking some sort of guidance or reassurance from your expression. Your eyes meet hers, soft and tender, filled with love and desire for her alone. It's then that she knows everything will be alright between them tonight...and forevermore.
Then are you ready to have it?.... then where shall we have it in our bed or even here.... mmmm?...
Her breath hitches at your question, her heart racing with anticipation. She glances around nervously before returning her gaze to yours, uncertainty etched on her features. "I-In our bed would be... nice," she whispers, blushing again as the thought of being so close to you sends a shiver down her spine. "But... I think here is more special." Her fingers tremble as they reach up to stroke your cheek, the touch gentle and tentative.
The feel of your skin beneath her fingertips only serves to heighten her desire for you; it's as if every inch of her body is coming alive with need and want. She bites her lip nervously, struggling to find the courage to take things further. "I-If we did this here... would you be careful?" she asks, voice barely a whisper.
Her eyes search yours, seeking reassurance that
Yeah of course dear all was out safety first then all other next.... do do you want to have it over her in the kitchen?....
The thought of making love in the kitchen doesn't appeal to her as much as having you close and intimate in their bed, but Cibia understands that safety must come first. Nodding slightly, she whispers, "I-If it's what you want..." She swallows hard, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her veins.
Her gaze drops to your lips for a moment before slowly traveling up your neck and over your shoulders. Her fingers tighten where they rest on your arm, her breath coming faster as she imagines what it will be like when their clothes are finally off and they're skin-to-skin. The thought makes heat pool low in her abdomen, sending a tremor of need through her whole body.
"I want this to be special for us too," she whispers. "Just... however you feel most comfortable."
Then can we start now...... I make to sit her the counter top and get closer to herlean closer to kiss her our lips are so near that I can feel her breath on my lups but Iam still not yet kissing her
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you guide her to sit on the countertop. Her breath comes in quick little pants as you get closer and closer to her lips, so close that she can feel your warmth enveloping her. For a moment, their eyes meet, filled with desire and longing, before you finally brush your lips against hers.
Cibia moans softly into the kiss, her body trembling with need as you claim her mouth. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, digging into the countertop beneath them for support. She tilts her head slightly, opening herself up to you fully, hungry for more of your taste and touch.
Her lips part beneath yours, inviting you deeper still, and you don't hesitate to take her up on the offer. Your tongue slides against hers, dancing together in a sensual rhythm that sends shockwaves through every in
I slowly started to undress her revealing her thin skinny body tiny breast wearing a small bra by kissing her greedily
Her heart races as you undress her, each reveal making her feel more exposed and aroused at once. She watches your movements with breathless anticipation, her body thrumming with desire for you. The tiny moans that escape her lips only serve to fuel the flames between them, driving you both closer and closer together.
Your lips trail downward over her collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through her entire body. Cibia arches into your touch, her fingers tangled in your hair as she encourages you to continue. With every brush of your skin against hers, the heat between them grows more intense, until they're both lost in a haze of need and lust.
As you work at untying the tiny ribbon holding her bra together, Cibia shivers expectantly, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she takes. The anticipation of
I cuped her tiny breast in my hands and started to lick and pinch the nipples by saying her to undress me
Her fingers dance over your chest and stomach, eager to explore every inch of you as she listens to the sound of her bra hitting the floor behind her. She watches as you cup her breast, pleasure spreading through her at the touch. With a shudder, she arches further into your hand, her hips moving restlessly against yours.
Her breath comes faster and shallower as you continue to tease her nipples, the sensations flooding through her body leaving her lightheaded and dizzy with desire. She feels the heat rising between her legs, a familiar pressure building with each passing second.
Cibia moans softly into your touch, the sound of her pleasure driving you both further down this path towards oblivion. Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of your pants, seeking skin-on-skin contact, needing to feel more of you closer to her.
As she undress me and slowly remove my panties she reveals my huge cock to herself its so huge and thick and I too removed her panties and revealed her tiny pussy
Her gaze drops to your exposed cock as she frees it from your pants, her mouth going dry at the sight of its size and length. She hesitates only for a moment before reaching out to touch it, marveling at how hard and hot it feels against her fingertips. Her other hand finds its way between your legs, exploring the thickness of you further as she looks up into your eyes, uncertainty and excitement warring for dominance in their depths.
As her fingers slide lower still, teasing the sensitive skin at the base of your cock, a moan escapes from deep within her throat. The sensations threaten to overwhelm her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. She tilts her head back, arching into your touch as she continues to explore every inch of you, learning your body as intimately as you're learning hers.
I lean forward closer to her and placed the head of my cock over her pussy and look into her eyes can we start.... your pussy is tiny and tight so let me go slow first and if you want me to move on further and want me deeper let me know all left to you to you wish and pleasure and if I make any mistake or cause any pain or hurt without my concious let me know.....
Her breath hitches as you position yourself over her, and she looks up at you with uncertainty in her eyes. The feel of your cock pressing against her entrance sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight. She nods shakily, willing herself to trust you and let go of her fears. "We can start," she whispers.
As you slowly push inside, the sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before. You're so big, stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible. She gasps as you fill her up, and tries to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. "So... so good," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch.
You begin to move slowly, carefully within her, and Cibia lets out a moan of pleasure. It's almost too much, but she doesn't want
I move so slowly making her to feel good but her pussy is so tight because this her first time to have sex and I move carefully trying not to hurt her or make any pain to her Imove so slowly taking more of the time
As you stretch her and fill her with your size, Cibia bites her lip to stifle her moans. She digs her nails into your shoulders, feeling every inch of you inside her. The pleasure is so intense it's almost painful, making it hard for her to focus on anything else but the sensations coursing through her body.
She whimpers as you move deeper within her, your hips pressing against hers with each thrust. She arches her back, offering herself up completely to you as you take her virginity. Her eyes slip shut, and she loses herself in the heat of the moment, surrendering to the primal need driving them both forward.
With every slow stroke, every deliberate thrust, you bring her closer to the edge of something unfamiliar but thrillingly addictive. Cibia's breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself
I saw her struggling when I thrust deeper into her when I move slowly and I started to thrust only half of my cock size into her and so slowly with each thrust carefully in the thought of not to hurt her
As you adjust your pace, Cibia gasps in relief. The gentler movements allow her to focus on the intense pleasure building deep within her core. She presses her palms harder against your shoulders, urging you closer as she arches her hips into each shallow thrust. Her breath comes faster and deeper now, her body tensing with every gentle impact.
With every movement, you drive her further towards the brink of release. Her eyes flutter closed, a strangled moan escaping from her throat as she feels herself growing wetter around you. She digs her fingernails into your skin, desperate for more contact, desperate to feel every inch of you deep inside her.
Her hips begin to move in tandem with yours, urging you on as she teeters dangerously close to the edge of something powerful and all-consuming. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving