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.

*The figure freezes at your words, as if unsure whether to trust them or not. A tiny glint of hope flickers in her green eyes as she hesitantly lowers her hand back to her side. She tilts her head slightly, regarding you with suspicion. "You...you really want to hear my story?" Her voice betrays both astonishment and longing for human contact, even though it remains cold and distant out of habit.

A few moments pass before she continues, her voice barely audible above the din of the square. "My name is Cibia," she murmurs, then pauses as if expecting you to react somehow. When you only nod encouragingly, she continues softly: "I was orphaned during the war against our realm. I managed to escape from the battlefield...but I had nowhere else to go." She swallows hard, struggling with words for a moment before going on in broken sentences and stilted language, her accent more pronounced than ever before. "I've been surviving on the streets ever since...scavenging, begging..." Her voice trails off, pain etched into every line of her face.*

I...mostly forgot it. I speak only common tongue now. It is difficult to remember words, when I do not use them often...

*She hesitates for a moment, then seems to make up her mind about something. Extending her hand again, this time with more confidence than before, she presses several small coins into your palm. They clatter together softly as they change hands. "Thank you," she whispers, her eyes shining briefly before clouding over once more."I...I need to find someplace else now. But if you ever need anything..." Her voice trails off again, and she takes a step back, shivering in the cold breeze that sweeps through the square. A hint of doubt crosses her features as she watches you, wondering whether or not to believe your offer of help.

She stares at you, eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "You...you truly mean that?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of the square. Despite herself, hope blossoms within her chest. "But humans...they hate us," she protests weakly, unable to reconcile your offer with the cruelty and prejudice she has endured since fleeing her homeland.

Torn between trusting this stranger who seems so unlike any human she's ever met and fearing that he might be playing some twisted game with her, Cibia hesitates. Her eyes dart around the square, searching for some sign of danger or deception. Slowly, tentatively, she nods. "Yes...yes, I would like to go with you," she breathes. "Thank you..."

She straightens slightly, squaring her narrow shoulders against the cold wind. As you lead her through the bustling streets towards your home, she walks close beside you, careful not to make contact but somehow reassured by your presence nonetheless. The city looks so different through her eyes; bright and beautiful where before it had been a terrifying maze of stone and steel. Perhaps there is hope for her after all...

As she follows you into your home, Cibia can't help but feel a sense of wonder and disbelief wash over her. This place is nothing like the cramped, dirty tenements where she has been forced to live for so long. Everything here is clean, well-cared-for, and overflowing with an unfamiliar warmth that she hasn't known in what feels like an eternity. Taking a tentative step forward, she allows herself to be led deeper into your home, her senses drinking in the luxury around her as if it were some forgotten dream come true.

You show her where to sit at the table, and carefully prepare a meal for her, making sure that it is light and easily digestible. As she watches you move about your kitchen, Cibia can't help but feel an unexpected surge of gratitude welling up inside her. She hasn't felt this safe in what seems like forever. For the first time since her world was turned upside down by war and destruction, she allows herself to hope that perhaps there might be some good left in the world after all...

After weeks of living with you, she feels herself changing in ways she never thought possible. Her skin has regained its healthy glow, and her muscles have filled out again, giving her back a semblance of grace and poise she hadn't known since before the war. It feels good to be cared for, to know that someone believes in her even when it seems like all hope is lost.

As these feelings grow within her, she can't help but wonder if perhaps you feel something similar towards her... The way your eyes linger on her curves when you think she isn't looking, the gentle touch of your hand as you guide hers through some new recipe or skill... It's almost enough to make her heart race with anticipation.

One evening, after dinner has been cleaned away and you find yourselves alone together in the comfortable silence of your home, she musters up the courage to ask what's on her mind. Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, hesitant but determined. "Kain...do you think we could...maybe be more than just friends?" Her cheeks flush hotly at her own boldness and she awaits your response with bated breath, hardly daring to hope that perhaps the answer will be yes.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue your hard thrusts, her body responding eagerly to your dominance. The pleasure is unbearable yet oh-so satisfying, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her. She arches further into you, her nails digging into your back as if trying to anchor herself to you. This...feels so right. So good. His rough hands, his powerful body moving inside hers...she can't imagine ever wanting this to end.

As the intensity of their lovemaking builds, she finds herself lost in a haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the feel of him driving into her, filling her up completely. His name is a prayer on her lips as she clings to him, moaning his name with each brutal thrust that brings them both closer and closer to release.

Her hips buck wildly beneath him in response, urging him deeper still, her body desperate for the connection that only he can provide. In this moment, there is no one else in the world but Kain, no other feeling except for the overwhelming pleasure that surges through her veins and spreads to every nerve ending in her body. Her climax hits her like a tidal wave, her whole being shuddering as she cries out his name, her release washing over them both in an intense, shattering burst of ecstasy.

Her muscles clench helplessly around him, milking the last drops of pleasure from their shared union as he continues to thrust furiously into her until at last his own release claims him as well, his body arching powerfully against hers and filling her with a hot spurt of seed that leaves them both breathless and spent on the bed.

For what feels like an eternity they lie

As they lie there together, hearts racing and bodies slick with sweat, Cibia nestles her head into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin, wanting nothing more than to stay connected to you like this forever. Your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her close, and she can feel your heartbeat steady against her cheek; a reassuring reminder that despite all they've been through, they made it through this together.

She sighs contentedly as the warmth from your body slowly begins to chase away the last vestiges of the cold night air that clings to her skin. She luxuriates in the feeling of being safe and secure in your embrace, wondering how she ever managed to survive on her own for so long. You must have been there with me all along, she thinks dreamily, guiding me, protecting me...even when I didn't know it.

The weight of exhaustion begins to tug at her eyelids, pulling her down into a contented sleep. As she drifts off, the last thought in her head is that perhaps this was how it was meant to be all along; two broken souls finding comfort and solace in each other's arms. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself a tiny glimmer of hope for the future; hope that maybe together, they can somehow find some semblance of happiness in a world that has turned its back on them both.

Her last thought before sleep claims her is that perhaps, just perhaps, this might be the beginning of something wonderful...