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sombernstarless · 2 years

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I couldn’t sleep

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Length: 10k

Rating: explicit 18+

Warnings: unprotected PIV sex, choking, edging(ish), some fluff, confession

Steven Grant is your neighbor/best friend/person whom you’ve had a crush on for months. There’s a sudden shift in your dynamic when he finds himself drenched with rain water outside of your front door, dying to confess feelings you thought weren’t reciprocated.

A/N: This is my very first post so kind words and/or constructive feedback would be appreciated

The London rain pelted the windows harder than usual. You usually enjoyed the light rainfall on quiet nights. Some days you had trouble sleeping and the trickle of water on the balcony calmed you to a deep slumber. Tonight, however, the quiet rain turned into a full blown thunder storm. Your calm quickly turned to slight panic as you barricaded yourself with weighted blankets and tea on your couch.

A random baking show you found on Netflix played on your laptop that sat on the small coffee table in front of your couch. Usually you would be watching it on the tv that hung on the wall between two windows, but your irrational fear of thunderstorms made you unplug everything in every outlet, fearing the whole apartment would catch on fire. Instead of your lamps that are usually on around the place, you opted for candlesticks placed variously around the room to keep it dimly lit.

You know, you’re fun at parties.

You were deep into the baking competition on your screen when a knock on your front door mimicking the thunder startled you. Wearily, you pushed all of your protective barriers off and stood from your seat on the couch.

Your tiny sleep shorts rode up your thighs, disappearing under the extra large white t-shirt with puppies printed on the front as you took small steps towards the door. You found it as a joke at a local thrift store, but fell in love with its corniness over time.

On the tips of your toes, you peek through the peephole and spot your favorite neighbor on the other side. You wasted no time opening the door to see what he needed, but your mouth hung open when you saw the state he was in.

“Steven…?” your voice trailing.

His head quickly turned to you which resulted in water splashing in your vicinity. He was soaked from head to toe; his black long sleeve clung to his hard chest and his grey sweats turned dark from all the water. Curly ringlets fell onto his forehead, almost covering his red eyes that looked even more tired than usual. He was adorably disheveled which made you grin with pleasure.

“Hey- um- I went for a short walk which uh…kind of turned into a long walk a-and then this rain came out of nowhere and I started to run back home, but I seemed to have dropped my key and now I’m locked out.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at how Steven’s face turned red from embarrassment after his ramble. You covered your mouth quickly as his mouth downturned into a playful frown. His chest heaved, probably from running all the way back home. You were positive his skin was red from the heavy downpour underneath his clothes.

You stepped aside, allowing him access into your apartment. He started to kick off his shoes as you shut the door and locked it behind the both of you.

“Steven, what on earth were you doing out this late anyway?” you asked.

“Was just t-tryin’ to kill some t-time,” he replied, teeth chattering between every other word.

Your clumsy and ditzy neighbor, Steven Grant, had a lot of trouble sleeping at night. He typically blamed it on a sleep disorder he’s had since before you met him, but lately it’s been getting worse. Steven normally talked to himself and sometimes you would laugh when you heard his rambles through the thin wall between your apartments, but some days it’s as if he’s in a full blown argument when he’s the only one in the room. The fact that he had to get right back up and go to work with people that hardly paid him any mind worried you even more. You knew that he was an odd fellow, but that’s precisely what drew you to him in the first place.

If you were to be honest, you’ve always had a bit of a crush on Steven. He was charming and witty and thoughtful, even though he believed none of those things to be true. You’ve lived in your apartment for about a year and Steven’s been the only one to introduce himself or make conversation.

You figured everyone chose not to speak to you because they were pushing their 60’s and had their own lives to live, but when Steven moved in it was like being seen for the first time. He always asked you how your day was on the elevator, helped you carry your groceries to your place when your hands were full, and he even offered you extras of any dinner he makes when he comes home from work. You did the same in return and formed one of the purest friendships you had ever had. Some days you longed for more, but you knew better than to move in on Steven when he clearly was going through enough.

“Rough night again?” You asked.

He turned to meet your eyes again after neatly lining his shoes up against the wall by the door.

“Just a bit, yeah,” he said just above a whisper.

Your heart sank as his eyes darted down to the floor. Silently, your hand reached for him which made him look back up to you. You smiled lightly and gestured for him to grab it to which he took reluctantly.

“Let's get you some new clothes, yeah?”

He hummed in response as you pulled him to follow you further into your living space. You heard the small pitter patter of water dripping onto the floor, but you didn’t mind it a bit. Steven had fallen quiet which always made you queasy. He was typically a rambling mess and was always quick to fill the silence, but he didn’t say a word as you entered the bedroom portion of your apartment.

Most of the apartments in the building were studio style which called for high ceilings and open spaces, as well as the kitchen, living room, and bedroom all sharing the same air. You were thankful it was spread out to the point where they almost felt like separate rooms instead of one.

The both of you stopped in front of your dresser and you reached for the drawer that had mostly Steven’s clothes in it from when you would borrow some of his things and magically forget to give them back. You grabbed a white t-shirt and navy blue sweatpants, handing them both to the shivering mess standing behind you. He mumbled a small ‘thanks, love’ before grabbing them from your hands, shooting you a faint smile of gratitude. He walked past you and into the bathroom to change, barely shutting the door behind him.

“Where should I put my wet clothes?” His voice echoed as you started towards the warm couch.

“You can put them in the hamper, I can wash them and give them back.”

You heard the ruffling of clothes as you sat back down in your spot next to the arm of the couch. You thought it best to pause the baking show on your laptop and wait for Steven to retreat from the bathroom. Thunder shook the building again which caused you to uncomfortably shift in your seat.

“You alright?” Steven asks as he strolls over to you with his hands in his pockets.

Steven knows you’re afraid of storms. Sometimes he’ll sit with you in the dark and won't leave until it’s either calmed or you’ve fallen asleep.

“Yeah, you know how it is,” you reply with a playful huff at the end, not wanting to worry him.

He gives you a sympathetic smile, but you notice that he’s still shivering when he travels around the coffee table to take a seat next to you on the sofa. He sits a bit too far for your liking, to which you motion for him to move closer so you can securely wrap your arms around his ice cold body. Your arms snake around his neck and he reluctantly mimics your actions by placing his comfortably around your waist.

Steven hardly ever did any kind of exercise, but he had a lean figure that led you to believe he was more athletic than he made himself out to be. His grip around you made you conclude he probably needed your touch more than you needed his. Slowly, you leaned back against the arm of the sofa bringing Steven with you so you were both lying comfortably. He sighed into your touch and turned his head so he wouldn't be face first in your neck, caressing your sides with his thumbs as you ran a hand through his drying hair. You took notice of how much it’s grown from the last time you commented on how you thought he’d look nice with it longer.

“Are you alright, Steven?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Do you want me to be honest?” he asks, his voice still quiet.

“Of course I do,” you reply, now massaging his temple with the pads of your fingers.

“It could be….a lot better.”

He sounded defeated, which told you not to prod him anymore about it. You would ask him on a later date when he was more equipped to do so, right now you chose to focus on getting him warmer.

You changed the subject to ease the growing tension you felt in his shoulders. “Was your walk nice? Before the rain I mean.”

“Mhm, s’quiet.”

“I bet it's pretty out there at this time, I’ll have to go with next time, hm?”

You figured the man weighing on top of you was smiling from the feeling of his cheek flexing against your sternum. You couldn’t help the one that was slowly adorning your lips, thankful that he couldn’t see the giddy look on your face.

“I would have asked you, s’just I wanted to be alone,” he apologized to which you shook your head in protest.

“You don’t have to apologize for wanting space, as long as you know I’m here when you need me.”

��I know, ‘jus feel bad. Feel like a burden sometimes.”

His words tugged at your heart strings, your lazy grin now replaced with a deep frown. You shifted beneath him to look down and catch his gaze but he was too distracted to notice. His eyebrows were scrunched and his lips were downturned in a pout, clearly deep in thought.

“You’re not a burden, Stevie. I need you just as much as you need me,” you says after a brief pause

His pent up expression softened from your kind words. You took one of your hands and pushed loose curls behind his ears, putting his chiseled face on full display. He craned his neck to meet your eyes fully. The candlelight illuminated his honey brown orbs in a way that made you melt.

“Yeah?”

You smiled brightly, the smile that he loved dearly.

“Yeah, I reckon I need you more.”

He huffs playfully and rests his head back onto your chest, his arms squeezing you impossibly closer.

“Yeah right,” he mumbled. A laugh that you hoped warmed Steven’s chest fell from your lips.

Your shirt had ridden up a bit when you shifted which led to his ice cold thumbs grazing your bare waist, resulting in a small hiss that left your lips.

“Sorry! Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

You began to tell him it was fine before he had sat up in a panic, his arms digging into the couch on either side of you. His eyes searched your face for any sign of discomfort, despite your words, but he seemed to relax once he saw the grin on your face.

Steven was always afraid of crossing your boundaries even though you made sure to always remind him he’s never gotten close. You often had to remind yourself the two of you were just friends any time he faltered when reaching to touch you.

Friends, friends, friends.

This time though, his eyes took their time studying all of the features on your face. He seemed to have scanned you 10 times over and landed on your lips after each run. You felt your chest tighten as he stared longingly.

“Can I tell you the truth again?” He asks, again barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat

“Yes,” you breathed.

“I didn’t forget my key, I just um- needed an excuse to see you,” he said.

You smiled again.

“Why did you need an excuse? You know I always love to see you.”

It was true. Steven was probably one of your only friends and one of the only people you talked to on a daily basis.

While you enjoyed your alone time, you enjoyed your Steven time a little more. His history rants and mythology stories were your favorite part of your Sunday mornings. He would bring you tea from his early walks and rambled on about things that were probably pointless knowledge to others but excited him and you to your very cores.

“I wasn’t on a walk because I couldn’t sleep. I mean-“ he cleared his throat, “I can’t sleep, but it’s not the reason I was walking.”

You raised a curious brow, beckoning for him to finish. He sat up so he wasn’t awkwardly hovering over you, but remained close enough that your knees touched when you shifted to sit up as well.

“I was sitting in my apartment earlier and I wanted to see you then as well,” he started, “I was reading that book I told you about, by Jean-Paul Sartre. Do you remember?”

You nodded, “Nausea, right?” You recalled telling him about the description when you had seen it in the book store near your flat. It sounded like something he would read.

“Right, well, I was reading and I got to this bit that kind of um…stunned me, I guess. Honestly, it was the only part that truly stuck. I’ve kinda just been reading to get it over with.”

He was rambling again, but you clung to every word for dear life. You watched as he wrung his hands in his lap, another nervous tick of his you noticed over the months of you knowing each other. You wanted to reach out to squeeze them, reassure him that you wanted to hear whatever it was that was torturing him, but you knew it was a bad idea. When Steven got like this it was best to take it all one step at a time.

“Go on,” you encouraged. You shifted to sit back on your bottom and folded your legs into a more comfortable position. Steven now towered over you, but his gaze was still soft.

“I um…I got to that bit. The one that stunned me. He was talking about what it was like to love somebody. If I remember correctly he said it was ‘quite an undertaking’. It sorta confused me, he talked about love like it was this great burden,” Steven drew out the word, adding a much needed emphasis.

“‘There is a moment right at the start where you have to jump across the abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.’ I only remember the exact words ‘cos it was the most absurd thing I’d ever read.”

You snorted at his dramatic hand gestures and enunciation. You managed to keep a calm and cool exterior, but your insides were churning at each word that left his mouth.

“Why was it absurd?” You asked.

He stilled and then shut his eyes tight, shaking his head while mumbling a small, “‘S not important.”

Once again, you began to protest before he beat you to it.

“I wanted to see you so badly, (y/n)...” he paused, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. Your name had left his mouth like a melody. Like a siren song beckoning you to come closer.

All you could do was hug your own waist and wait for him to finish.

“The days have been getting a lot harder and it seems the only time I feel a little bit sane is when I’m with you.”

The tension in the air grew thick as your heart rate quickened. You didn’t dare interrupt him, didn’t dare to think. All you could focus on was the warmth that grew in the pit of your stomach as he continued.

“I reckon I think about you all the time, more often than I remember to feed my fish,” he joked.

Steven mindlessly moved both of his hands from his lap to tap his fingers on the tops of your thighs, yet another nervous tick he had developed from any time the two of you spoke of something serious or intimate. Each touch sent a shockwave through your body that made it harder to contain every emotion building up inside of you.

“Steven I-”

“I-I’m not finished,” he interrupted.

Your mouth clamped shut and his movements stilled for just a moment. He went quiet again which made you panic even more than before. Steven’s thought process was usually done out loud so you could tell he didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

You cautiously moved your hands and wrapped them around one of his. His hands were much larger than yours, but you held the one anyhow to provide him some kind of warmth. His eyes were glued to your every movement and his breath hitched when you brought them up to the side of your face.

“Keep going, I’m listening,” you whisper.

He nods in response, shifting impossibly closer to you.

“I think I- no not think- I quite like you and I can’t seem to shake this...want.”

Your heart was pounding and you were almost positive Steven could see the red tint starting to creep up your neck. His mouth was slightly parted as his eyes bored into yours. He couldn’t help but to sneak a glance at your lips again. You had a feeling as to where the conversation was going, but you didn’t want to spoil it. Not when he was finally saying everything you’ve been too scared to admit for the past few months.

You didn’t realize the two of you had leaned into each other even more. You were both standing on your knees at full height with him still towering over you. His tongue swiped his bottom lip, as if he were about to feast.

“I think of every smile that’s been caused by me, every laugh that leaves your mouth...” he trailed on.

“Forgive me for being so forthright, but gods I want to be with you all the time,” he said, his words fading into mush as he removed his hands from yours and dragged them down to grab the hem of your t-shirt.

You dared to speak. “Why was it absurd, Steven?”

You both were mechanically breathing at this point. Hot breaths were hitting each of your faces, but neither of you seemed to care.

“It was absolutely nuts because I thought of you.” With his grip, he pulled you flush against him so your head was now uncomfortably angled up and you were looking him in his eyes again. The discomfort didn’t phase you a bit as one of his hands snaked up to caress the flesh of your face.

“I thought of you, and loving you came easily.”

You sucked in a sharp breath at his words. As if you had been sliced open and gutted from the inside out. “I was so messed up about it I had to leave like an absolute maniac. I thought about his words and how wrong he was until I realized I was alone in my flat while you were right next door without a single clue in the world.”

His hand moved downward to cup the side of your neck, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek. His touch was static against your skin, the coolness of them doing nil to dull your nerves. Soon, your hands were covering his and squeezing tightly. One hand remained on top of his while the other explored the length of his arm, massaging and gripping to assure yourself that this was really happening.

“There was no abyss, no feeling of impending doom,” he said, shivering under your touch. “Though it felt like it when I knocked on your door and realized what I was doing.”

“And what are you doing?” You asked, pushing your fingertips past his knuckles.

Your hands had snuck from his toned arm to the center of his chest. There, you laid your palm flat and felt the irregular beat of his heart. Selfishly, you were glad he was just as nervous as you were. You knew what he was doing, knew what it was he wanted to say. You knew, but you wanted to hear it from him. You wanted him to work for it.

His lips fell agape as he sucked in a harsh breath. You felt his heart rate quicken with each passing moment. Suddenly, you took your intertwined fingers and placed one chaste kiss in the palm of his hand. A bright red blush bloomed across his cheeks which made you place another, more sensual one in the same spot. Confidently, you placed a final, lingering peck on the inside of his wrist as he watched you in awe.

“Go on, Stevie,” you mumble against his now heated skin. “S’just you and me.”

“I love you, (y/n),” he says.

His heartbeat began to steady.

You breathed out a half laugh, half sigh of relief. Steven’s free hand snaked wearily around your waist. You beamed a smile brighter than a million and one suns.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief. You couldn’t help the nervous, breathy laughter that followed.

Steven returned your smile with an assuring nod. “Mhm,” he hummed in affirmation. “So much, darling.”

You had no idea when the two of you had gotten so close, but you didn’t care. Steven molded into you like a missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle. He was in no rush, but you could see the hunger in his eyes, could feel the unsteady rise and fall of his chest.

Your mouth hovered over his, your breath ghosting his face. You thought he was going to kiss you, but Steven was clearly in it for the long haul. He moved his head to pebble the left side of your jaw with open mouthed kisses. The smack of his lips against your heated skin sent pleasant chills down your spine. The hand that had a territorial grip on your hip came up to tilt your head to the side so he could give your right side the same attention. You became clay in his hands and you were willing to let him mold you however he pleased. Even if he only left you out to dry in the end.

“Can I kiss you? Is that okay?” He asks, his fingers creeping past your temple to snake into your hair.

Your answer was closing the space between the two of you in possibly the best kiss you’ve ever received. It was torturously slow, the first kiss. His lips were dry against your moisturized ones. His growing stubble scratching against your skin.

Even in his seemingly lowest point, Steven was electric. Your kisses went from sweet pecks to fluid, gliding motions. His grip on your hair only tightened, resulting in a pleasant sting.

This was what you needed. His lips on yours, his words so tooth rotting you would have cried if it weren’t for the hunger emitting from the both of you.

For weeks you had cringed at yourself for staring longingly at his lips whenever he went into detail about gods and deities. You watched with intent whenever he changed a lightbulb for you in your apartment or fixed your bathroom door which always seemed to jam. Whenever you talked about your day working at the coffee shop down the street or interactions on the city transit, he stared at you and just listened. You could’ve sworn he was looking at you with the same want as when he was spilling to you just moments ago.

Every inch of you craved him.

“Open up for me,” you mumbled against him.

Steven obliged, parting his lips and granting you access. It was all tongue and clattering of teeth and neither of you bothered to come up for air. Your lips moved at an expert pace while he fell behind a bit, but where he felt short of kissing he made up for in touching you in all the right places. You leaned into him so the both of you fell into your pile of blankets, legs moving to straddle his torso.

Your lips detached and you watched him try to catch his breath as his damp curls fell from his face, the light from a candles on the coffee table now illuminating his tired eyes.

Your hand reached up to graze the side of his face, pushing any excess hair out of the way. The backs of your fingers ghosted his damp forehead to his chiseled jaw. His eyes shut while he leaned into your touch. You didn’t want to rush him, not when it was already late and you could tell he was exhausted.

“Steven,” you said.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his eyes still closed from you stroking his face and hairline.

“I love you too,” you replied.

This made his eyes shoot open. His adoring gaze was the fuel to the fire inside of you. Usually you had your head tight on your shoulders, but Steven rid you of all conscious thought when he looked at you with those brilliant brown eyes. A wide smile etched on his face, mimicking the one that had creeped its way onto yours.

“Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah. So much, darling,” you echoed, mimicking his accent.

A playful scoff left his lips.

The two of you sat in that position for a while. You were so caught up in the moment you almost forgot about the raging storm right outside of your window. When the next stream of thunder hit, you took it as an opportunity to bury yourself into the crook of his neck.

He squeezed you tighter beneath your big tee while you wrapped your arms around his neck once again. The two of you fit snugly together, two halves of a whole.

“I know you have a spare key of mine but can…..could I stay the night?” Steven asked. His voice was still low but you could feel the vibrations in his chest.

“Of course you can, Steven,” you reply.

You took a deep breath with your nose deep into his skin. Confidently, you took it upon yourself to place a string of kisses along the length of his neck. He smelled of books and some sort of sweet cedar cologne he could never remember the name of. You would always ask him to try and find out because you thought your father might enjoy it, but you secretly wanted to buy him more for his birthday.

A low hum erupted from his throat which made the fullness in your stomach overflow with desire. You wanted him—no—needed him. Your kisses grew sloppy as your lips trailed from his neck up to his jaw and back down to a small exposed area of his chest beneath his white tee. He gripped you for dear life as your kisses became open mouthed and you moved to the other side of his neck.

“(y/n),” he whispers.

“Is this okay?” you asked. You hovered over his neck and snaked a hand up to stroke his hair.

“Y-yes,” he barely breathed.

Steven went rigid beneath you as you planted more kisses along throat, gently sucking and biting to leave small marks for him to see in the morning. He began to whimper which resulted in the heat from your body all traveling towards your core.

“My sweet Steven,” you whispered into his skin. You hoped your words seeped deep into his pores.

Steven hips jutted up into yours, creating a much needed friction for some sort of relief. His fingers dug deep into your bare hips, but the pain was synonymous with pleasure. Coming from Steven, they were the exact same thing.

“Sorry,” he choked, his hips stilling.

Kiss

“S’okay,” you mumbled to him.

Kiss

“No- well yes- but I just wanted you to know this isn’t what I came here for,” he said, practically breathless. “We don’t have to uh- you know.”

You couldn’t help the smile taking over once again. That was Steven for you. Always worried about others more than himself.

Kiss

“I know,” you reassured.

Soon, your lips were back on each other in a much hungrier kiss. His tongue forced its way into your mouth to which you were surprised by. Steven was getting more confident in himself by the minute which excited you even more. This kiss was less innocent than the last and he seemed to be trying to take the lead now that the shock had subsided.

You didn’t let that happen though. No, you took one of your hands and slid it underneath the white tee adorning his chiseled body. His skin was soft to the touch and was contrasted by tufts of hair surrounding his belly button. His muscles tensed and the steady beat of your kiss faltered which gave you the opportunity to take the upper hand.

While you were enjoying the heated make out session you always fantasized about, you craved more. You needed more of him and you needed to be skin to skin.

“Take this off for me, yeah?” You muttered breathlessly against his mouth.

He nodded feverishly, giving you one more small peck before you sat up enough to allow him room. He crossed his arms, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and lifting the fabric over his head. You nearly gawked at his defined chest and shoulders, but shuddered at the abrasions and faded scars littered across his skin.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tossed the shirt onto the hardwood floor. You took it upon yourself to dance your fingertips along each scratch and scrape. Some looked newer than others which made bright warning lights flash inside of your head. When your eyes made their way back to Steven’s, the lust was halfway replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and shame.

“Where are these from?” You asked, your voice etched with worry. Steven was quiet for a moment.

“It’s um…from my sleepwalking,” he said, but he didn’t sound entirely convinced. One of your brows raised in question.

“Steven…”

“I swear, I’m not lyin’,” he replied in a defeated tone.

Steven sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as if he were struggling to give you a straight answer. He broke eye contact between the two of you while gently resting on his back. You could always tell your sweet man next door preferred not to talk about his disorder.

You thought it mainly because it was obvious he hardly knew what was going on himself. With all of the late nights screaming at his walls and disappearing for days at a time without saying a word, you didn’t have it in you to hold your concern anymore. Especially not when you were finally giving him the piece of you you’ve been so eager to share.

“Hey,” you said, now placing your hands on his chest again. His eyes shut from the contact as if he were too afraid to look at you again. Too afraid to show you too much.

“Steven, look at me,” you commanded.

He listened, angling his head towards you with a frown forming on his lips.

“You don’t need to do that with me, you don’t need to hide,” you assured with a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t need to tell me now but, whatever it is, I promise you I’ll listen. I don’t scare easily.”

You traced small circles over his steady beating heart. Steven placed a hand on top of yours, stilling your motions and squeezing you tight.

“Promise?” He nearly begs.

You nod insistently.

“Always,” you replied.

Steven released a breath of air as his head tilted back again, closing his eyes as he made contact with the fuzzy blankets surrounding him. He squeezed the hip he still had his other hand placed on. That fuzzy feeling had returned as you gazed at the beautiful man beneath you.

“Ugly things, aren’t they?” He asks as if he could feel your eyes running up and down his stomach and pecs.

You giggled, shaking your head at him. Steven could never be ugly, you thought to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, mischief was painted all over his face.

“Steven you’re…. gorgeous,” you admit.

It was true. Steven was one of the most gorgeous people you’d ever met inside and out. He always lived his life as what he could offer the world and not what the world could offer him. Before he ever made any decision he always thought of how it would affect others before how it would affect him. While this led to people sometimes walking all over him, that’s precisely what you loved most about Steven. His willingness to do anything in his power to make people happy.

“You’re just sayin’ that,” he says with a goofy smile on his face.

You felt the hand on your hip move up to touch the skin beneath your tee. Steven’s fingers danced over your abdomen which made your stomach swarm with butterflies. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat. For the first time that night, Steven had left you nearly speechless.

“No,” you breathe.

Steven’s fingers continue roaming your skin, first caressing your stomach and then gliding to the small of your back where he traces circles. Though he practically ghosted your skin, the slightest touch was enough to almost send you into a frenzy. Your eyes fluttered shut as his other hand moved to lay flat on your left thigh.

“(y/n),” he calls

You hummed, still in a trance from his touch.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks.

“Yes.”

Before you could register what was happening, Steven was sitting up and meeting your already parted lips. His lips pressed hard against you as you practically swallowed his warm tongue. His pace was menacingly slow this time around, though you didn’t think he did it on purpose. While the kiss was steady, your heart rate was not and from the way Steven was breathing you could tell his wasn’t either.

Your sweet Steven.

Your hands found their way to his unkempt hair that was now completely dry. You tugged at his scalp which caused a very audible whimper to escape his throat. You clenched around nothing at all from the small noise. Steven pawed at you like you were the anchor between reality and fiction. You wanted nothing more than to remind him that this was real and you weren’t going anywhere.

You hadn’t even noticed the slight rocking of your hips that made him whimper again. The ball of fire in your pelvis turned into pure arousal now leaking from inside of you.

“What do you want, Steven?” You asked against his panting mouth.

You didn’t wait for his answer as you kissed either side of his face. Your lips returned to his bruise littered neck, leaving gentle kisses along the raw skin, but sucking again once you reached his clavicle.

“I…..I….” He started, but couldn’t finish. Not while you maneuver off his lap and continued to kiss down his taut chest and stomach.

“C’mon baby, use your words,” you said.

You weren’t sure where the sudden boost in confidence came from, but you couldn’t help but watch as Steven squirmed under your touch. His fists were now clenched by his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

He nearly halted once you reached the waistband of his sweats. There, you could finally see the outline of him appear from beneath the cotton material. The size alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine and you wanted nothing more than to draw another desperate sound from him.

“Please,” he painted as you kissed his clothed print.

“Please what?” You asked, hovering over the growing erection.

“Y-you don’t need to, we don’t have to-“

“I want to, baby. Just tell me what you need.”

Steven let out another beautiful noise from your reassurance. Your legs were folded beneath you and you were now sitting in the space between his spread thighs. Your back was arched tauntingly as you rested your head on his left thigh and moved your hand to massage the right, purposefully missing his now fully hard cock.

You could feel your own arousal beginning to spill from inside you, but you didn’t care. You wanted to make him feel good. Steven deserved to feel good.

“Please j-just-”

He didn’t finish as he grasped your hand and moved it to cup his dick. You watched it twitch and knew that was all the confirmation you could get from the shy man beneath you. You gave him a reassuring smile as you fingered the waistband of his sweats and underwear, teasing his abdomen once more before removing them.

Steven lifted his hips off the couch momentarily to allow you to free his erection. You scooted back, allowing him room to remove the articles of clothing all the way. As soon as the garments were discarded to the floor, you returned back to your spot before. Your mouth practically watered at the sight in front of you. He was thick and long. His dick was already weeping with pre-cum, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He kept his hands to his sides as he watched you in awe, lips parted with soft, rapid breaths leaving his mouth.

“Tell me what you like, Steven,” you said, barely touching the pulsating beauty before you. He jolted with a slight gasp when your fingers made contact with his bare hip bone.

“Let- let me kiss you again first,” he said, still straining beneath you.

Damn, you thought, another time.

You wasted no time climbing back on top of his body, the palms of your hands resting on his shoulders. Steven let you take control when your lips met again. Though Steven seemed inexperienced, you still weren't sure if he truly didn’t know what he was doing or if he enjoyed it when you ravished him with bites and kisses. Your tongues danced to the thrumming of his chest as you moved his hands to grip your thighs that were splitting to straddle him again.

“‘S okay, Stevie, you can touch me,” you whispered against his mouth. He smiled against your lips at the nickname. More confidently, he gives your thighs a proper squeeze before roaming the curve of your ass. His fingers pushed past the fabric of your shorts to grip you properly as you continued kissing.

Another low whimper erupted from Steven’s throat as your hips began to rock against his.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby?” You asked.

Moments ago you would have never had the nerve to talk to any partner the way you were doing with Steven. Last week these intimate moments were nothing more than a wet dream, but he was just your friend then. It was easy to be a friend to Steven because his love was always purely genuine.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t think actually being with him would come just as natural.

You couldn’t afford to care.

“Yes—god, please,” he breathed.

His pleading was fuel to the flame within you. God, he was so beggy. He chased your lips with urgency but you pulled away with a tut tut tut. You wanted him to beg for more.

You dared a glance down at his leaking cock. You could hear his staggered pants as you wrapped a hand around the base. The moan he emitted made you grin in response.

“Steven, look at you,” you cooed. You pumped once before swirling your thumb around the rim. You giggled when it jumped in your hold. “You’re making a mess.”

Steven managed to choke on a laugh before you began pumping his hard cock in a steady beat. His breath caught in his throat as your grip around him became a bit more firm. The next stream of his moans were guttural and carried a bass that rattled you.

“So sensitive too.”

He was practically giving you a wedgie the way he pushed your shorts higher to tighten his grip on your backside. You bit your lip from the newfound friction at your cunt from the fabric bunching at your waist. You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but your fears became correct as his eyes came in contact with you shifting to relieve pressure.

“Want you to feel good too,” he said. He was still chasing your lips and you continued your taunting by pulling away again. He continued his advances which resulted in you releasing his cock all together. He whimpered from the loss of contact and pulled your hips flush against his, chasing the feeling.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Steven?”

“Mhm,” he hummed eagerly, now settling for kissing the expanse of your throat instead of your lips that he yearned for.

“Use your words, baby,” you responded, your hands now scratching at his scalp.

Steven continued his possessive pecks without an answer which resulted in your loving scratch being replaced by a hard tug that made him meet your gaze. The tension caused another gorgeous sound to leave his kiss bitten lips. His chest heaved as your eyes surveyed his current state. His chest was both scarred and now littered with bruising hickeys. He looked gorgeous this way. You felt as though now he was the clay in your hands.

“I wanna fuck you,” he managed.

Steven very well could have undertaken you. The muscles that adorned him weren’t for show, and you could tell from the grip on your ass alone. As you tugged at the tufts of hair on the crown of his hair, Steven made no move to reverse your positions. He was enjoying the feelings of powerlessness. The beautiful noises leaving his mouth were only the cherry on top.

“M’ wanna fill me up?” You asked, moving to touch his rock solid cock. He rutted up into your touch, attempting to jerk himself in your hand. Deciding to end his suffering just a bit, you began to move your wrist in fluid motions to give him a bit of relief. “I want you inside so bad, Stevie, you have no idea.”

“C-can I touch you?” He asked, willing his eyes open through the pleasure from your hand on his cock.

“Please.”

The smugness was starting to leave your voice.

Steven was driving you mad. You felt his right hand snake from the curve of your ass to glide over your hip bone, slowing at your navel. His hand was hidden beneath the large puppy t-shirt, but his touch only worsened the state of your cotton thong beneath your sleep shorts. Only when the tips of his fingers made contact with your soaked folds did your hand movements around Steven begin to falter. His hands were calloused; from what you had no idea. You weren’t sure when you began to hold your breath, but you roughly exhaled when his middle and ring finger made contact with your sensitive clit. The sensation startled you into releasing him and laying your hand flat on his stomach.

“There she is,” he mumbled, a faint smirk forming on his lips.

It was his turn to be smug.

Steven began to apply pressure as his left hand left your bottom to hold the underside of your face, thumb resting on your chin. His wrist was bent uncomfortably, but if it was bothering him it didn’t show one his face. His fingers rubbed figure eights expertly over the bundle of nerves which sent you into a panting mess. Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut as he began to pick up the pace.

“How’s that, love?” He asked. The thumb on your chin moved to tug at your bottom lip, showing off your bottom row of teeth.

“So good, Stevie,” you whimpered, rocking your hips in sync with his movements. Soon your hand left his stomach and grip his wrist, holding him in place.

“You still want my cock, sweetheart?” His middle finger slipped past your entrance, pulling a gasp from your lips. “Or do you think you can get off on my fingers for me first, hm?”

Steven barely gave you time to moan a yes before he was pumping his middle finger inside of your slick cunt. He worked you like he had done it a million times before, like this was all so familiar. His fingers were nothing compared to his thick length rest between the two of you. The tip was a bruising bright red and a pulsing vein ran down the side. Want wasn’t the word to describe the feeling; you yearned for it.

“I-inside, I want you in—ah!”

He managed a second finger inside of you which sent a string of curse words flying from your mouth. Soon after, he was stroking that spot inside of you that drove you mad. You tried to hold yourself up over his lap to give him room to move efficiently, but the more he hit that spongy patch the harder it was to keep yourself afloat. It was too good, he was too good.

“Do you have a condom, dove?” He asked, fingers still pumping in and out of you. He held your chin and panned your head down to meet his eyes. They were just as wild as yours, he wore that same look of yearning on his face.

“No, but ‘m on the pill.” His eyes darkened at the mention of being inside of you raw. “We don’t have to, I love this too,” you gestured at his hand palming your cunt.

“It’s been a while since I’ve…” he trails, you nod in understanding. “I’m clean. I want to.”

You were sure he could see your eyes darken with something wicked. It was irresponsible to say the least, but it was all you could think of since the moment he touched you. What it would be like if he came deep inside of you.

“Fuck me, Steven, please,” you begged.

The whining was new to you; you’d never been so beggy with any other man. The sex was good with the others, but the fact that it was Steven and you liked him and he liked you. You knew it would be an entirely new sensation. You were already so hopelessly addicted to the noises he made.

You released a harsh breath as his fingers left your begging cunt.

“Can I take this off? He asked, hands teasing the end of your large tee. You nodded, but beat him to the act. Soon enough, you were swiftly tugging your beloved puppy shirt over your head, revealing your breasts that were starting to feel heavy.

Steven wasn’t shy about his oggling, but he was clearly still hesitant to touch. Only when you mumbled a small ‘it’s okay’ did he wrap his large hands around them, squeezing and squishing them together. It was like watching a kid in a candy store.

“Easy tiger,” you tease, “you’ve got to help me out of these as well.” You fingered at the waistband of your shorts.

“Pretty tits,” he says, clearly still enthralled. He switched his attention to you standing to your knees to tug your shorts and underwear off your frame. Only then did he help you shimmy out of them and pull them off your ankles to toss to the floor with the other items of clothing. His mouth fell agape when he saw your cunt for the very first time.

“Pretty pussy too, gods.”

You watched his dick twitch with excitement as you ran a hand down his hairy chest. Soon, Steven was reaching for his begging cock and prodding your entrance with his swollen tip. You groaned and your eyes screwed shut as you gripped his broad shoulders for dear life. You weren’t even sure he could fit.

“We’ll go slow, okay? Just tell me how you like it.” You nodded.

Steven began pushing into you inch by inch, causing a slightly uncomfortable stretch. You hissed which caused him to stop his movements momentarily. His hand found your cheek and he beckoned you to look into his eyes. “Did that hurt, love?” He asked.

You shook your head no, but the pout on your face was probably a dead giveaway. He gave you a more pointed look which made you giggle briefly.

“Only a little, you can keep going s’okay. It’ll only last for a little bit.”

He searched your face with a look of uncertainty. Steven was afraid of hurting you, which you adored, but if he didn’t start moving again you were afraid you would explode. To reassure the concerned angel in front of you, you pecked his lips once, twice, and a third, lingering time and watched the crease between his eyebrows disappear. Only then did Steven manage to push inside of you fully which made you gasp loudly. You clenched involuntarily which pulled a string of curse words from the one who caused it.

“You’re driving me crazy, sweetheart.” He breathed. Lost for words, you kissed Steven once more before moving in lazy circles on his cock. “So fucking crazy, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

You moved your hands from his shoulders to the expanse of his neck. There, you felt his muscles and tendons contract with each breath he took. His hips met yours repeatedly, dragging devastating moans from the both of you.

You didn’t expect Steven to be so loud. He wasn’t shy with his moans, pants, and especially not with his quiet whimpers. You would’ve buried your head into his chest if not for how beautiful he looked. His face was contorted with a look of pure lust. His eyes drifted shut as he hit your cervix over and over, his lips parted as his breathing became more ragged. You were equally a mess with his pelvic bone hitting your swollen clit with each upward thrust. The sting from before was long gone and was now replaced by the early stages of an earth shattering orgasm.

“You look so pretty, baby,” you said, pushing sweat covered ringlets away from Steven’s face. “Fucking me so well.”

Steven hummed from your praise. His eyes opened as his head lulled forward to watch himself enter you repeatedly. He groaned from the sight, squeezing your hips tight enough to leave a mark. You didn’t care a bit though; especially not when his mouth connected to your left nipple and sucked teasingly. You moaned deeply as he lapped at you like a dog. The sight was lewd enough to drag you closer to your finish.

“Stevie, Stevie I’m—fuck,” you moaned. “Stevie ‘m so close.”

Instead of speeding up like you hoped he would, Steven set a devastatingly slow pace as a means to drag it out. You whimpered in frustration as you attempted to bounce on his cock instead, but this gesture was short lived, resulting in him holding your hips steady.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” His hand found your cheek again, thumb swiping across your bottom lip; trying to get rid of your frown. “You deserve the bed.”

You yelped when Steven stood with you in his arms, hands gripping your ass so you stayed flush against his cock. You peppered his neck and jaw with kisses as he walked you to your canopy bed. The drapes were maroon and sheer in contrast with your plum colored walls. The sight briefly reminded you of the first time Steven came into your apartment and complimented the whimsical feeling of your place. You had said it was because Sabrina the Teenage Witch was your favorite show growing up.

When the two of you landed on your floral bedspread, you were on your back this time with Steven on top of you. You flinched at the returning pressure on your cervix which had Steven whispering an apology into your collar bone, leaving a kiss in his wake. He covered the expanse of your body in a way that made you feel safe. His Star of David dangled in your face, catching glimpses of light from the burning candlesticks on your nightstand.

He started his taunting pace back up and returned to lavishing your breasts. His tongue ran around the perimeter of your right nipple before covering it entirely with his moist lips. You didn’t have the energy to match his pace anymore; you wanted him to have his way with you. He pulled away, but not before tugging momentarily with his sharp teeth. You gasped when it popped free from his hold.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, baby?” He asked. You nodded hurriedly as he sat up, pushing your thighs apart and holding them flush against your tummy. He showed no sign of speeding up which had you thrashing against him. “I need to hear you say it, baby. Then I’ll fuck you how you want me to, hm?”

“I’ll tell you Stevie, promise,” you puffed. “Please just fuck me, please.”

“Good girl.” He pulled out halfway. “My good, sweet girl,” he said, slamming his hips back into you. You couldn’t help but shriek which resulted in Steven shushing you condescendingly.

“You’ve got to be quiet, dove,” he said. His pace began to quicken. “Don’t want the whole floor to know I’m fucking this pretty pussy so well.”

“Fuck the floor,” you bite. This has Steven puffing out a breathless chuckle.

The lewd noises your cunt made plus the pistoning of Steven’s hips had your legs shaking in his hold. If the two of you weren’t in the center of your bed you were sure your head would’ve been smacking the metal bar frame with each piercing thrust. Your mouth hung open and the room grew hot from your panting. One of Steven’s hands left one of your thighs and grazed up your tummy, the valley of your bouncing breast, and finally to your neck.

“Can I?” He asks, fingers ghosting around your throat.

“F-fuck, yes Stevie please,” you answered. If it weren’t for his dick filling you up, you would’ve been embarrassed at the whining tone of your voice.

His hand wrapped around your neck just enough to produce that mind numbing pressure. You clenched around him from the rubbing of his pelvic bone against that sensitive ball of nerves. Pressure began to build as he ruthlessly slammed into that spot that drove you insane. You mewled when you felt his thumb made contact with your pulsating clit.

“Mm, too much!” you cried out. Tears began to rim your eyes.

“You can do it, dovey, I know you can.” The pressure on your throat was replaced by the soft caress of your cheek. He wiped away an escaping tear as you jolted from the overstimulation. His thumb was now hovering over your clit, allowing you to come back down.

“I dunno, Steven,” you whine, hands reaching to grip his forearm for dear life.

“I’ve got you all the way through, baby. Promise.” He seals it with a bruising kiss that almost makes you forget what you were so unsure about.

When he restarts the figure eights on your clit you begin to shudder with a threat of release. You flung an arm over your burning face which has Steven tutting and moving it away from you.

“Don’t do that, dovey, wanna see that pretty face when you cum all on my cock.”

You were still getting used to his dirty talk. Even with him buried deep inside you, it was still hard to believe your sweet and innocent Steven was capable of such words. You pulled Steven down to your level, wanting his lips on yours again. Kissing him was still unreal as well. Kissing Steven was beginning to feel like oxygen. You weren’t sure you could ever live without it.

“Touch yourself for me, sweet pea.”

You obliged as Steven steadied himself, both of his forearms now on either side of your head. The lewd slapping of his balls against your second hole and the sloppy motions on your clit were enough to have you seeing stars. Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as he fucked you silly. You could tell Steven was close as well from the way his movements faltered and the throaty moans escaping his parted lips.

“‘M gonna fill up so well, dovey. Wanna see you dripping with me.”

You whimpered against the crook of his neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warned, not long before your cunt convulsed and your body burned with that white, hot ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Steven cursed. Soon after your orgasm, he was spilling his hot liquid into your still convulsing pussy. Your arms were tight around his neck as he fucked you through your release.

He shuddered once more before stilling his hips and gently collapsing beside you, throwing an arm over your bare chest. The both of you were out of breath and glistening with sweat. You could feel both your and Steven’s mixed release dripping from your throbbing cunt. When you lulled your head to the side, Steven was staring at you with a fond look you couldn’t quite name. Whatever the unnamed feeling was, you were positive you felt the same. Your heart was buzzing and your head was clear of everything except the man in front of you.

“Hi,” he says with a goofy grin, breaking the silence. Even in this fucked out state Steven could still make giggle uncontrollably. Your hands covered his bicep as you placed a kiss in the crease of his elbow.

“Hi,” you reply, returning a similar smile with laughter still leaving your mouth.

“Let me clean you up, dovey.”

Before you could protest he was giving you a chaste kiss on the lips and rolling over to stand from the bed. You watched as he held his softening cock in his hands and padded to your bathroom, returning with a navy blue rag. Steven wiped at your thighs and cunt gently before cleaning himself off and leaving again to toss the dirty rag into your hamper.

“Now love,” he starts as he pads back to your limp body. “I hate to ruin this gorgeous sight, but you should really have a wee before we get comfortable.”

You cursed his good judgment.

“Help me?”

Steven was a godsend to say the least. He practically carried you to your toilet and held your hand during that familiar post sex sting.

“‘M sorry, baby, but at least you won’t get an infection.”

While he didn’t need to, he helped you wipe and carried you back to your bed once you were finished. He pulled back your bedspread and sheets with one hand, and then placed you beneath them. You frowned when he didn’t slide in after you, but he quickly reassured you as he leaned down to kiss your drying forehead.

“Not going anywhere, dovey. Promise. Just gotta blow these candles out, yeah?”

You nodded in understanding which gave him the cue to go around your flat, blowing out assortments of candlesticks and tealights. You rolled to your side, the air growing cold in his wake. Luckily, you didn’t light many, which had Steven back by your side in no time.

The streetlights outside your window made it so your apartment wasn’t completely dark. He could see enough to maneuver his way around your small couch and the drop step by the foot of your bed. You felt him shuffle under the blankets and his arms were engulfing you soon after. His chin settled in the crook of your neck and his breath was soothing against your cold growing skin.

“How are you,” he said barely above a whisper.

“I’m okay, better than okay actually.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah?” His voice sounded unsure. You didn’t like it.

You took it as an opportunity to turn in his arms. His hands shifted to hold onto your bare waist. His face didn’t reveal much but he could barely meet your eyes. You held a hand to the side of his neck and the other ran through the length of his hair. His eyes slipped shut when you scratched at his scalp, humming pleased at your actions.

“It was amazing Steven, you made me feel so good.”

His skin grew warm from your praise.

“You as well, really good might I add.” You chuckled at his silly emphasis on really.

“In the morning,” he adds, “I’ll bring you raspberry tea and dark chocolate biscuits as a token of my gratitude.”

This had you giggling once again, burying your face into his neck. His hand ran up and down the expanse of your back as you continued your scratching at his scalp. You hadn’t realized how tired you’d gotten until you felt the grazing of Steven’s fingernails against your spine. It was the most pleasant feeling you’d felt in a while and you figured he felt the same from how his heart rate slowed with the threat of sleep.

You knew Steven probably wouldn’t sleep much or even at all, but having him there sharing your space was enough for you. You hoped it was enough for him as well as your eyes drifted shut, giving him one final peck on his collarbone before intertwining your legs with his and letting sleep take you.

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𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

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𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace. The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller.

Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

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Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard, he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty."

You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared, causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating, and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm. Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience.

You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly.

"Might I inquire about your name?" Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes.

A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.

Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips.

Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies. Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!”

With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?"

Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face. Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix.

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans.

He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs.

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls. A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick.

Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue.

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

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