Relief
"CRASH!" The sound of the shattering plate silenced the room, turning everyone's attention toward the sound.
"Sorry! Darn..." Yor murmured, sighing as she kneels down picking up the plate shards.
Loid stands up from the couch walking over to the kitchen he kneels beside Yor glancing at her wrists, hands, feet, and legs "Are you alright? You weren't cut were you?" He asks.
She blushes shaking her head "N-No I'm fine..." she quivers a bit 'his hands are so warm' she thinks feeling his gentle touch against her fair skin.
"You don't have to pick it up." He says setting the shards down "That's what a broom is for." He gives her a soft smile 'She's been in a weird mood recently. Maybe something at work?' He thought grabbing the broom "Go ahead and relax, I'll finish."
She lowers her head, nodding as she walks toward the couch. As she sits she sighs, rubbing her head 'He's so nice, and here I am screwing up.' She pouts.
Anya sighs, finally an end to the weird thoughts. Her 'mother' has been really, like REALLY stressed. And she believes it's her fault. Ever since 2 days ago...
"Thanks for taking me home! See you tomorrow!" Anya waves watching Becky and her maid leave. She closes the door, rushing to her room she puts her bag down. As she walks to the kitchen for some peanuts she notices her 'dad' isn't here. Maybe he's out doing work. As she checks the time she sees that her mother should be home.
"Loid~ Loid~"
Anya jolts, those are definitely her moms thoughts but why are they so weird.
"Amazing... so good... oh~ Loid yessss~"
Anya gulps, if her mom isn't out here then. She walks toward the bedroom before seeing Bond, stand guard at the door.
"Right there~ Yes Loid! Right there! Yes!"
Anya groans walking up to moms door before being stopped by Bond.
Bond whimpers a bit.
"Bond something weird is happening with mom. Let me through." Anya says trying to get past Bond as he tries to keep her from the door. As Anya grabs the doorknob a flash of Bonds thoughts can be heard.
"Anya?!"
She tenses up but the doorknob is already turned. As Anya opens the door she sees her mom writhing on the bed before meeting eyes with her.
Yor sits up fast covering herself with the blanket "Anya?!" Yor shouts 'Did she see? Was I too loud? Is Loid here? Did she see me?"
Anya stares curious at her flustered mother "You okay?"
Yor nods "Y-Yes of course, I'm fine. Sorry if I startled you." She says regaining her composure 'I was so close too.' She reaches under the blanket, and puts her bra back on, straightening her shirt. She reaches down and pulls up her panties feeling them become soaked upon contact. "Sorry I didn't... greet you at the door." Yor says standing out of bed.
So close? What was she doing? Anya wonders. Anya grabs the doorknob, before closing the door. She wonders if her mom will go back to doing that thing she was doing.
Yor opens the door, staring down curiously at Anya "I-I'm done. Come on, let's get started on your studying." She says closing the door behind her as she leads Anya to the living room. 'I hope this won't disturb me tomorrow. What I become flustered or frustrated and break something?'
Anya quivers hearing her mom think of breaking something. Whatever her mom was doing, she feared will be the death of us.
Since that day she's accidentally broken 5 plates, and swept the floor so hard she was starting to pull the carpet out. Anya blames herself, if she hadn't stopped her mom or listened to bond, her mother wouldn't be acting like this. So when she was at school today she asked Becky.
"You mom was doing weird stuff in bed?" Becky repeats.
Anya nods "Her shirt was up and her hand was in her skirt. And she was making these weird noises and I heard daddy's name." Anya knows it isn't right telling these things to a friend, but Becky seems to be mature for her age, and hearing about this romance stuff from her makes it seem this might fall into that category.
Becky nods, stroking her chin as she thinks "I saw my maid doing something like that once, and she was also saying my dad name. I went to the the library at home and found out about the wonderful world of adult entertainment! I couldn't read about it cause my maid caught me looking it up, but I read there was a channel that had that stuff."
With this newfound information Anya planned to get her mom apart of this "adult entertainment" stuff. She still don't know what her mom was doing or why it affected her daily activities around the house. But if this will make her feel better then do be it! Her mom is watching the show with her as Loid is cleaning up the broken plates. But she wonders how she'll get away with changing the channel to that. She feels a weird gaze on her, she turns seeing Bond look at her almost suspiciously. She loves her big white dog but if he gets in the way.
As she lunges toward the tv Bond pounces on her. "BOND! S-STOP!" Anya laughs as Bond licks her face.
Coincidentally Bonds tail kept pressing the button on the tv, changing the channels rapidly.
"Bond calm down." Yor says a little flustered.
Once Bond notices he steps away from the tv.
"Oh! Oh! Oh... Yes! Harder!"
Everyone stops hearing loud moaning from the tv.
Bond realizes it's his fault that the future he saw came true, he whimpers sitting as he awaits the punishment he saw.
Loid sees the porn playing on the tv, and seeing Yor just staring at it. After a few seconds she isn't stopping it 'What the hells going on?" Loid walks over turning off the tv. He glances at Yor who seems somewhat entranced by the tv. He then glances down at a whimpering Bond and a dazed Anya.
What was that? Anya thought, what were those adults doing. Before she knew it Loid was carrying her and pulling Bond into her room.
He sits her on the bed and leaves Bond beside her "Stay in here for a bit." He says before closing the door to her room leaving her and Bond alone.
Loid steps into the living room, seeing Yor gone from the couch. Does this have something to do with how she's been acting lately? He steps toward her bedroom door. He hears nothing, pressing his ear against it, still nothing. He sighs, he gently knocks on the door "Yor?" No response. He thought there was a chance she left but could've sworn he heard the door close. He knocks again "Yor you can talk to me." A moment of silence passes before he hears soft footsteps.
"Loid?" She asks from the other side of the door.
"Yes Yor?"
She presses her back against the door, feeling embarrassed for how she's been acting. She sighs "I'm sorry. For, breaking the plates and... ruining the house..."
"Yor I'm asking how you are feeling. I don't care so much about the house as I do you." He says, without her he can't complete his mission, while this is for the mission he is feeling worried for her.
She blushes deeper, touched by his kind words. They're pretending yet it all feels genuine and real. "I... Anya..." she shakes her head, she doesn't know how to say it. She blames herself for not locking the door, or waiting till night time to do that stuff.
"Take your time." He says leaning against her door. He's never seen this this anxious, I mean she's been anxious before but she's either blunt about everything or she keeps it bottled up. This feels different.
Ever since Anya caught her she'd been anxious she might get caught again so she didn't finish. She hoped it'd fade but it didn't, and that video that Bond accidentally turned on just... "Loid... I... if I tell you, do you promise you... don't... push me away?"
He hears the nervousness in her voice, he can feel the door lightly shuddering. This is serious. "Yor I'm not pushing you away. Your perfect as is."
She feels her heart beat faster, he's so kind. She clutches her shirt, a warm bubbly feeling swelling swelling within her. "I... need..." she feels the last word caught in her throat. She's scared she'll look like some slut just by telling him. She doesn't want that, she wants him. "I need relief..." she murmurs into the door.
He gulps, she hasn't had this problem before. Is she really asking him? A weird new anxiety builds in his gut. He doesn't understand, he's been with plenty of women for missions but this, this feels different. "What are you saying?" He didn't know what else to say. He feels unsure.
She closes her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. This could end everything, she doesn't want that, she loves Anya, she loves Bond, and she... "Loid... I..." she glances down at the doorknob. She grasps it turning it gently.
He steps back from the door seeing her open it slowly, just enough to see her blushing red face, her crimson red eyes and pitch black hair. He feels his heart practically stop at the sight, he knows she's fairly attractive, and after spending so much time together he'd call her cute or adorable. But the words he'd use to describe her expression, that desperation she's looking at him with filled with pain and worry but also a desire. She looks beautiful.
"Loid I... want you." She glances up at him, feeling nervous and anxiety rising rapidly the longer the silence sits. A faint sense of relief overcomes her, having finally confessed but now she awaits the answer to her confession.
He can feel his cheeks getting warmer, a sense of anxiousness fills him. He doesn't understand, he's normally so confident, but with her like this? He can't help but drown in he crimson eyes, the beautiful scarlet glimmering faintly from the light behind him. He doesn't know what to say to her, he was trained for situations like this yet he's coming up blank. He looks down, unsure, but instead of saying something he holds his hand out.
She sees his hand, an offering, a sign of trust. She glances up seeing him blushing yet still trying to keep his calm expression. She reaches out gently taking his hand.
They both jolt for a moment, the amazing warmth startling the two. To think a simple thing as touching hands could feel so stimulating.
He sees her open the door wider, he stares in awe, seeing her wearing a big, dark red cotton shirt with long sleeves. He sees her other hand pulling down the hem of her shirt.
She whimpers, she just slipped on this shirt. She likes how it feels against her bare skin so she doesn't like wearing a bra with it on. But she just naked a moment before he knocked so she needed to wear something. She steps back, pulling him into her dark room.
He pulls the door closed behind him. Her room is dark, barley lit by the moon just now rising outside. He sees her silhouette in the moonlight, her hair black almost shining against the light.
She steps closer to him, the carpet floor beneath her bare feet feel almost chilling. A shiver runs up her spine, is his hand is warm, then his body must be warmer. She gulps. Gently pressing her palms against his chest, feeling the rich fabric of his suit. She glances up at him.
He sees her almost wanting gaze, feeling her index and thumb gently tug on his suit. He nods, allowing her to continue.
A overwhelming sense of happiness floods her veins, calming her heart. She smiles as she reaches for his tie, untying it she gently sets it on the dresser beside her. She brushes her hands along his suit, before reaching the buttons as she slowly and carefully undoes them one by one.
Seeing her do everything so loving and carefully fills him with a sense of worth of sorts. He feels wanted right now, not that he hasn't felt that was since starting this mission with Anya but at this very moment he feels singled out, cared for in a way no one else had made him feel. He watches as she, with utmost care' takes off his suit, he sees her fold it before setting it beside his tie.
She feels his eyes following her every move. Makes her a little anxious. As she unbuttons his white collared dress shirt, pulling them aside she sees his bare chest. Her breathing picks up again, her heart returning to that rapid speed she felt earlier. Her eye lids become heavy, as she stares at his muscular chest. As she helps his remove his arms from the dress shirt she moves closer, planting a small kiss to his collar bone.
It was small, just a faint brush of her lips yet he felt every ounce of her devotion and care to him. He sees what she's feeling now. And he wonders, truly wonders if he's feeling the same way himself. He wonders if it's the reason he's so anxious, the reason he's even going on with this, or the reason he was worried about her to begin with.
After folding his dress shirt, setting it atop his suit she turns to him. A little anxious to stare into his eyes but looks up his body anyway, meeting his eyes in a shared gaze. She steps closer, her body nearly against his. The cotton shirt she's wearing is starting to feel too hot, unbearable. She presses her palms against his chest, feeling the dips and crevices his muscles provide, their firm, warm, and oh so tantalizing to look at. Her hands caress down his frame, before meeting his pants. She tugs on them gently before looking up at him.
He sees her hunger begin to burn in her eyes, he feels nervous, uncertain if they should keep going. He really doesn't understand his nervousness, this was suppose to be temporary, not at all genuine except for just being kind each other. The whole reason they don't share a room is to keep themselves private, in reality their roommates nothing more. He can't let himself get attached to the mission. He feels her gently hand caress his wrist. He sees her with a worried expression, he unclenches his fists, he nods to her, hoping to ease her worries as well as tell her to continue.
She raises her hand caressing his cheek gently, his face is so warm, feels a little tense like he's straining himself to put on a face of confidence. She strokes his cheek with her thumb, using her other hand she slowly caresses his chest, grazing her fragile fingers against his hardened body.
Why isn't she continuing? Now she's just feeling him up? As he raises his hand she grabs his wrist, pulling his hand to her face. He caresses her cheek, her skin is so soft, he feels a little dry trail going down her cheek, she had tears at some point. But that look in her eyes changed, it's no longer hunger or worry, but just a caring, loving gaze her lips forming a faint smile. He brushes his thumb over her lips, so soft, smooth, faintly pink.
She kisses his thumb, she holds it for a few second before letting the kiss go, exhaling softly. As an assassin her morals are quite twisted, she finds some comfort in the dead, blood more so. She's never once had a boyfriend, never had the time, being single all her life she never experienced the joy of a companion. But she'd imagine, a situation just like this. Her partners thumb against her lips, giving it a small kiss, just before...
He winces a bit, a slight pain in his thumb, he realized she bit down on his thumb. It was hardly anything, a small bite was all it was. He pulled his hand away slowly, he looks at his thumb, the faintest cut. He glances up, her bottom lip stained with blood. It's hardly any blood, he could swore she sucked it a bit before he pulled his hand away. He sees her lick it up, closing her eyes as if savoring it. She opens her eyes, her lidded gaze told him everything, not to mention that cute cocky smile of hers. She wanted him, bad, it was all over her face just how much she wants this. He couldn't help but feel a little scared.
She loved it, the taste, his little reaction, everything about that moment pleased her dearly. She feels calm, relaxed, she truly wonders if she frightened him a bit. She takes his hand again, and licks over the small scar, she looks up seeing him almost stare at her in surprise. She giggles softly, he's so adorable when he's like this.
He watches as she licks over the cut before sucking his thumb. She gently sucks his thumb, slowly bobbing her head back and forth on it. Her pleasant humming soothing his ears. He's aroused by her display, even with all this hunger she's still so loving.
She pulls her mouth off, saliva glazing his thumb. She licks her lips, hoping he'd calmed down some. She lowers their hands, using her other she tugs on his pants again.
He exhales through his nose, he's still a bit nervous, but nods.
She kisses his collar bone again, before undoing his belt. She unbuttons his pants, kneeling in front of him anxiety builds again. As she stares at his crotch she sees the bulge that's formed. She's watched plenty of Adult tv, even read some works to get an idea of what to do. She could hardly believe she was a virgin at 28, of course she's used toys but taking in the real thing? Never. She gently pulls down his pants, his underwear only expanding the bulge she saw. She leans closer, she nuzzles her cheek against the bulge, hoping to get some idea. It's hot, throbbing softly as it hardens. She tugs his underwear down, startled by the sudden release of his penis.
He watches, staring down at her. He sees her faint glances up at him, she looks so flustered. He carefully rests his hand upon her soft black hair. He pats her slowly, feeling her tense from the sight before her.
Her eyes get hazy, just his head pats are driving her mad, she thought she was gonna moan for a moment. She steels her resolve, he letting her do this, she is not giving up this chance. She holds his penis still, it's so much warmer upon direct contact, it's skin somewhat smooth, upon first viewing it looks pretty grotesque, just like the pictures she's seen. She moves her head closer, the musk floods her nose, sending shivers down her spine. It smells like mens body wash at first, but really sniffing it she can smell the musk itself, such a strange exotic smell. She gives his pink tip a firm lick, really getting the taste on her tongue.
He shivers, so warm and wet. It's been a while since he's done anything like this, not that he cares wether he's doing it or not.
Presses her tongue against his tip, before sliding it down to his base. Such a odd taste, like nothing she's ever had before. She plants a soft kiss at his base before licking back up to the tip. Her lips tickled a bit from the clearly shaven bush just above his penis.
He runs his fingers through her hair, watching it all, seeing her interest in it. He wonders if she even knows what she's doing, but even if she didn't, he's amazed by how good it feels.
She kisses his tip, feeling it throb against her lips. She opened her mouth, just enough to slide his cock in before closing down on it. She trembles, it's completely different now that only the tip in her mouth. She can taste it all, feel it pushing on her tongue, the warm tip and hardness turning her on even more so. She holds his thighs, and slides her mouth across his penis, a little more than halfway down his cock and it's so close to the back of her throat she might have thought she was going to gag, which she was trained not to do.
His breathing becomes more erratic. Her warm wet mouth feeling amazing on his penis. He holds onto the dresser, feeling her tongue just graze itself along the underside as the tip of her tongue feels it's way down.
Reaching his base she exhales through her nose, inhaling his scent as she slides her mouth back. Her lips covered in the saliva from her mouth as she pulls back. She then begin bobbing her head, sliding her mouth halfway before pulling back to his tip. She uses another hand to stroke what isn't in her mouth.
He quivers, her movements are slow but the saliva is making her moves slick, practically sliding her mouth and hand over his shaft. He covers his mouth, he doesn't want to disturb her, but he really wasn't expecting this to feel this good. As if pleasure was a physical thing, blowing and stroking him at this very moment.
She moves her hand from his thigh, caressing it upward she cups his balls, surprised by the weight they carry. She hears him wince at her touch, she blushes, his deep voice moaning softly at her movements pleases her to no end. She increases the pace, stroking him harder as she holds his tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rip of his mushroom cap as she gently with utmost care fondles his balls, feeling the faint wrinkles along his sack.
He grits his teeth behind his lip, furrowing his brows as he resists her temptations. The feeling of her tongue flicking over his tip before brushing against the slit is insane. She holds back his moans, groaning loudly, his nostrils fuming, he can't show weakness.
She hums pleasantly, his penis throbbing harder on her tongue, she's actually loving this more than she thought she would. Seeing Loid, a normally serious and confident man slowly turning to clay in her mouth. She feels a ooze leak from his tip, it's a little gross, but the warm is intoxicating, feeling the fluid pool on her tongue before leaking down her throat. She releases his tip from her lips, a string of saliva connecting the two. She licks her lips, reaching the hem of her cotton shirt she pulls it off over her head.
He stares down at her absolutely flabbergasted by the sight of her naked form. Curvaceous and thin like an hourglass, her pale skin contrasting perfectly with her deep crimson eyes and pitch black hair.
She feels his stares, loving how he's openly gazing upon her. She pumps his rod harder, feeling it twitch in her grasp. She scoots closer, raising herself off her knees she smooshes his cock between her voluptuous breasts.
He stiffens, the softness, the warm, like pillows their very comfortable. He feels his release rush to his tip just feeling her bosom hug his penis.
She licks her lips, seeing his tip poking out the top of her full chest. She mushes her breasts over his shaft, slowly bouncing her boobs over his shaft. Feeling him struggle between them, as she looks up seeing him grunt as he holds back.
His eyes lidded as he breaths heavily through his nose, how is this worse than training for torture? He's an experienced spy and he's looking his nerves to a boob job. He's about to blow, it hurts holding back but her breasts feel wonderful. He glances down at her seeing her look up at him with a tempting gaze.
She smiles gazing up at him "Loid~" she says in a calm teasing manner.
His attention immediately drawn to her, they haven't spoken clear words since they started yet a single sound of her beautiful voice nearly makes him release his held back fluids.
She gives his tip a small lick before looking up at him "You can cum Loid~" she whispers.
His mind goes blank, her clear almost heavily voice told him to cum. He grabs the dresser, feeling immense relief. He groans closing his eyes as his legs nearly give out under him.
She shivers, feeling his hot strings spurt onto her face and chest. She gasps softly, the warmth of his fluid is so stimulating to her skin. She lets out a long sigh, she scoops up the fluid from her cheek. She sees the creamy white fluid on her fingers, she smells it, it's completely different to what his penis smelled like. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the fluid. It's bittersweet, more so than the pre fluid she tasted earlier.
He regains his footing, panting softly as he stands in front of her. He sees her wipe the fluid off herself with the cotton shirt she's taken off. He hasn't cum that hard in a while, to think just her telling him to made him release. It was truly amazing.
She frees his shaft from between her breasts, seeing it still standing strong. She reaches down untying his shoes, tapping his leg to lift it.
He lifts his leg, watching her remove his shoes and his pant leg before lifting the other foot and doing the same. Leaving him naked in his socks. As she goes to pull them down she stops him, taking off the socks himself as to not burden her with anymore work. "My turn?" He whispers to her.
She blushes smiling a loving smile toward him as she stands up.
He takes her hand this time and leads her to the bed. He lays her down on the bed before grabbing a pillow and sliding it under her head. As he stares down at her naked form he can't help but feel entranced. Once again he compared her to a hour glass, but being so close, he changes his mind, she's a goddess. He can't help but accept the fact he's in love with her, or now finally realizing he's always loved her.
She whimpers seeing him between her legs, he's so handsome up close, his head just a foot away from hers. She gulps, their eye contact never breaking.
"Yor." He whispers lowering his body.
"Yes Loid?" She whispers back, loving his quite voice.
He gulps seeing her crimson gaze upon him. This goes against his mission, first his fatherly care for Anya, and now his husbandly care for Yor. He doesn't know how to tell her, how does he tell her he loves her? And if he does, what will that mean for his spy business? The mission? He wasn't suppose to get attached here he is, about to make love to a woman he thought he wouldn't.
She caresses his cheek, seeing him think is cute. She can tell he's having time trying to say what he wants to say without sounding stupid. She pulls his face to her and whispers in his ear "I love you..."
He hears her confession, her second confession to him. He laughs softly, she's so much more confident than him at this. Now it doesn't matter if he sounds stupid, cause she'll accept him. "I love you, Yor." He whispers in her ear.
They both return eye contact, their confessions of love for one another bringing them closer. They refused doing this, cause this was meant to be temporary, once this was all over they were suppose to go separate ways. This is against everything they promised, yet they could care less. As if now getting married they kiss, warm lips pressed against one another, romantic, special, as if magic was in the air.
The kiss lasts for a full minute. They pull their lips away for a moment to breath before kissing again. He hugs her waist, feeling her warm soft body beneath his. She hugs his neck, holding the back of his head as she keeps him in the kiss. Their bodies rub against one another, loving the warmth each of them provides.
He brushes his hand down her slim waist to her hips loving her smooth skin on his hand. He starts feeling lost in the kiss, feeling himself craving for her.
She hooks her leg around his hip, pulling him closer. Humming pleasantly as she finally gets that kiss she's been wanting. She quivers feeling his warm stiff tip prod against her slit, she pulls his body closer craving for that sense of fulfillment she's been imagining since meeting him.
He stops her progression of his hip. He loves her, he admits it, but while he does want to go raw, he should be the responsible one. He pulls away from the kiss, panting softly above her "If we're doing this, I'm wearing a condom." He whispers to her, he hopes she doesn't become distraught at his reply.
She pouts a bit, she's been dreaming about his succulent seed filling her womb. But he's right, better be safe then sorry, at least for now. She nods "Do you have one?"
He nods "In my room. I'll have to go grab it, can you wait till I come back?" He asks.
She nods "Hurry back..."
He nods, standing up he puts on his underwear, carrying his work clothes out of the room as he opens the door. He glances back at her seeing her cover her naked body in a blanket as her crimson eyes seemingly glow in the dark room. He quietly closes the door behind him, seeing the dark loving room. As he walks into his room, grabbing a simple white shirt and shorts, then he digs into his dresser, finding a pack of condoms. He pulls one out, sliding it in his shorts pocket before leaving his room. He glances at her door before glancing at the empty living room. He walks to Anya room, peeking inside he sees her sleeping at her desk as Bond sleeps on her bed. He smiles before closing the door as he walks back to Yors room.
As he closes the door behind him he sees her. Her hand covering her mouth, as her other hand rubs over her glistening wet slit. Her soft moans filling the room as she relieves herself.
She opens her eyes seeing him watching her display. She smiles, her lidded eyes winking at him as she spreads her legs revealing her bare vagina to him.
He sets his spare clothes on her dresser before removing his underwear. He crawls onto the bed, leaning over her greeting her with a kiss.
They hum finally making out again after what seemed like forever.
He pulls away, kissing her cheek as he goes down her body.
She shivers feeling him nip at her neck and kissing her collar bone just as she did with him, making her smile.
He lowers further, planting small kisses on her bountiful chest before licking her nipple, feeling it's stiffness as he twirls his tongue around it hearing her moan softly as she starts playing with her other nipple, rolling the bulb between her fingers before pinching it lightly. He lowers further, dragging his tongue down her stomach feeling her shiver as he lips around her belly button dipping his tongue in before sliding down further. Meeting her light black fuz just above her clit.
She covers her mouth, loving his warm breath against her clit. She really wanted to just go on and get to sex but she's happy he's thinking of her enough to make her meet her release, the release she's been holding in for almost 3 days, she can't imagine how good id feel once he gets going.
He caresses her inner thighs with his knuckles, amazed by their smoothness. Up close he notices her thighs are high then he thought, he could've sworn they were quite thin not he minds either or. He plants a small kiss to her clit, hearing her gasp softly, he laps at it gently hearing her let out a long moan as he legs quiver beside his head.
She bites her lip, her eyes nearly rolling back as she mewls loudly from his gentle licks. She feels like she'll cum at any moment. She was surprised to find out it feels so much better to pleasure yourself when your with someone, she hopes this isn't the last time they'll be doing this.
As his tongue brushes between her sensitive folds, feeling them quiver against his firm tongue, he slips his tongue inside her hearing her gasp loudly before covering her mouth. He presses his mouth over her folds, his upper lip brushing against her firm clit as his tongue laps at her inner walls. Her taste is oddly sweet, a strong kinda sweet.
She shudders, covering her mouth as her hips jolt from his stimulation toward her sensitive clit. It feels amazing, he just started her but she's already about to cum, her orgasm building rapidly "Loid..." she mumbles.
He feels her hips jerk violently as the thrusts his tongue into her. He feels her thighs begin to close down on him, knowing her strength she'll crush his skull with her thighs. He imagines I'd be quite lovely to get obliterated by Yors amazing thighs but disregards that idea completely going for the more traditional route.
She whimpers, feeling his tongue leave her. She opens her eyes panting heavily as she sees him sit up. She watches as he holds himself above her, seeing his lips so close she lifts her head to kiss him but gasps, quivering as she feels his finger slide into her. Feeling his finger slide fast in and out of her fragile core. She feels his lips against her, sobbing loudly into the kiss finally reaching her peak, her hips buck upward, arching her back as she orgasms, releasing her fluids all over his knuckle and fingers.
He pulls away from her lips, hearing her little whimpers as she comes down from her high. He grabs the condom, ripping it open he slips it on. He sits between her legs, gently stroking her thighs as she calms down.
As her chest rises and falls, overcome with relief. The release that's bothered her is finally sedated, all thanks to him. She sees his composed figure sitting between her legs, just awaiting her command. She feels her eye lids get heavy again, she rests her hands on her chest, using one she feels up her breast. Her other hand gradually slides down her body before brushing past her black patch of hair just over her clit. She licks her lips, pressing her fingers on her slit she spreads them open, whimpering softly as she touches her sensitive folds "Loid... please..."
He nods, he carefully rests his hand beside her head, using his other to line himself up with her. He's a little nervous, he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable, he's completely unsure if she's a virgin or not but even so he doesn't want her hate this, to hate him. He prods his tip against her slit, hearing a soft moan from her. He glances down at her, her eyes revealing her lust fully. Every short breath of hers just exuding seduction. He lowers toward her, taking her lips one last time before doing a quick filling thrust, grunting at the tightness.
Her eyes just about to roll back. She feel feint, she had no idea a real cock would feel so good. She's used toys, but feeling the feint warmth and the slight twitching of his penis dug deep within her is near heavenly. She truly loves this man, she has this feeling, she just knows this wouldn't feel as good if she didn't, and knowing he feels the same way. She squirms, biting her lip as she orgasms, just from his entry, just from him.
He pants softly seeing her take deep breaths. She didn't wince in pain, but she did seem surprised. Perhaps this is her first, not in the traditional way but that didn't matter to him anyway. As long as she's enjoying this as much as he is, cause on his end, feeling her tightness, her slipperiness, the slight throbbing of her inner walls, feel almost addictive.
She opens her eyes, tears streaming down her flushed red cheek loving this satisfying fullness. She looks up seeing him seemingly watching her. She smiles softly, raising her hand she caresses his cheek.
He leans his cheek into her palm, her hand is so warm, comforting. "Are you okay?" He asks taking her wrist he moves her hand, kissing her palm.
She giggles, he's so charming "I feel amazing." She says beaming up at him "Thank you for tonight, I've... never felt this.. happy in a while."
"You talk like it's over." He says nipping at her fingers.
"Well my... arousal... has been satiated. I feel better, and while I... love... this moment, I understand if I'm... bothering you..." she murmurs.
He scoffs "You really aren't asking me to leave now. Yor I'm not leaving." He lowers his body, hugging her firmly "We've been building to this all night..." he whispers in her ear "Don't you want us... to finish... together."
She shudders, for a moment she forgot she was already aroused. His warm breath on her ear giving her immense stimulation, craving for more. She wants more, a lot more "Love me Loid~" she whispers, nipping at his ear. She hooks her legs around his waist pulling his hips to her.
He kisses her cheek, gripping the bed below the he starts his slow thrusts. The way he said her voice was like music. A beautiful melody, so wholesome, yet full of lust.
She mumbles softly, feeling his cock slide so temptingly slow in and out of her. She feels teased, but understands his carefulness toward her. "Harder." She says practically breathing in his ear.
As he thrusts harder he contemplates her. Sure she'll get little moments where she gets embarrassed or shy from the verbal or physical showing of affection, but now she's all over it. Her cute little mewls mixed with the whispers of his name in his ear. Her firm grip on his shoulders, and her legs around his waist pulling him down on her. He kinda loves how open she is with him, so much so he nips a spot on her neck, licking and sucking over it.
She shivers, feeling his harder thrusts. It still feels like he's teasing her, and his lips on her throat only adds to that feeling "Loid..." she murmurs, before smirking. She can't deny she loves him, she loves his cock pounding inside her, but if it gets him to go at her... "Loid... is that... all you got?" She whispers to him, smiling as she bites down on his ear.
He stops hearing her claim. He grins, furrowing his brows, teasing? Trying to get him to go harder. He chuckles "Yor... that's so unlike you~" he pushes himself up, flipping her quickly onto her stomach.
She yelps, giggling as he does. She looks over her shoulder seeing him grinning deviously at her bare back.
"How bout you just ask me to go harder next time~" he whispers in her ear, thrusting hard into her making her gasp in surprise. "I don't tease. I'm sure you know I take things very seriously, so using my ego against me is very malicious of you~" he growls in her ear, holding her hips with a firm grip.
She bites her lip, gripping the pillow below her "Then you know how strong I am~ so don't tease me with your slow thrusts~"
He hums, and starts his firm thrusts into her. His hips slamming into her rear. He forgot what he was thinking about before, fully focused on pleasing the woman before him.
She stuffs her face into the pillow, the hard thrusts, the quickness, she loves it. She sobs into the pillow, feeling pure ecstasy from him. Loving his forcefulness. She's never felt so happy, well since she met him, since they 'got married', just everything he, or Anya have been apart of has made her love life. Receiving care from Loid, while giving care to Anya, getting love from both of them. She tears up, she's so grateful "Loid... I love it!"
He hears her almost sobbing voice. He leans over her back, seeing her arch her body, as he gets close to her he kisses her shoulder. He feels her tighten down hard, she feels amazing, he regrets suggesting a condom, as he regrets he feels tempted to remove it. He gives a soft bite to her shoulder, he's getting close, and feeling her body shiver she is too "Want me to take it off?"
She gasps softly, she bites down on the pillow, nodding. She understands the consequences, but her love for him completely outweighs them. She reminds herself their marriage is fake, but even so "Please... Loid..."
He pulls out, his condom covered in her fluids. He pulls it off, shivering at the somewhat cool air. He prods his tip against her opening, he hasn't done it without a condom in years, and even when he didn't he made sure the woman has some way to prevent a child. "Ready?" But, while unprofessional, if anyone would bare his children, he would like it to be her, it has to be her. As he pushes in slowly he nearly moans from the tightness, the warm insides, the wetness, and the throbbing, he says to himself, making an oath. Once this mission is over, he's done being a spy.
She gasps loudly, her toes curling at the amazing difference between the condom and going raw. It's so hot, so hard, the throbbing more evident, she loves it, she love it so much. She bites her lip, she hasn't felt more like a virgin. "Oh... Loid..."
"Yor..." he whispers to her "Can I cum in you?"
She shudders at his words, touching her heart, body, and soul "Please! Please do!"
He thrusts hard into her, groaning loudly. She clouds his thoughts, he never thought this night would go like this, he never thought just an hour together would make him fall so hard in love. No one has loved him like this, or no one he cared for. He made the mistake of loving, but doesn't regret it. "I love you Yor."
She moans loudly, turning her head to gaze at him over her shoulder "I love you... I love you so much..."
He closes in, catching her lips in a hot kiss.
They make out, feeling everything from each other. As they both reach their end he embraces her. From just a desire to feel relieved, to connecting in the most pleasurable way possible. They lay in bed, he hugs her from behind, holding her against his chest. They whisper each other their love, before saying Goodnight, and sleeping in the same bed, for the first time...
"Anya I'm sorry!" Yor says bowing.
Anya stares at her confused before recalling the events of the past week.
"I'm sorry if i... made you feel like you did something wrong. Can you forgive me? I'm all better now." Yor stutters giving a nervous smile.
Anya smiles, she walks to Yor, hugging her.
Yor beams happily, hugging Anya "Oh! I love you so much!"
"Anya it's almost time for school. Is everything ready?" Loid asks standing behind Yor.
Anya nods, rushing to her room to grab her bag.
"Oh?"
Anya jolts, hearing an odd noise.
"Loid~ so devious~"
Mamas thinking of dad again.
"Loid she's just in the other room~"
Anya peeks out from her door, seeing Yor and Loid hug each other. She gazes confused before walking out "All set!"
Yor and Loid pull away from each other seemingly embarrassed.
Anya stares before smirking knowingly, this is what Becky was talking about!
Loid grabs his jacket and his hat.
Yor helps him straighten up, getting a smirk from Loid she blushes.
"So are you gonna kiss now?" Anya says with a cheeky grin.
Yor blushes glances down at Amy's before looking up at Loid.
He smiles, he holds Yor's hips pulling her close he steals her lips in a firm kiss.
She blushes deeper before purring into the kiss, caressing his cheeks before hooking her arms around his neck.
Anya stares in shock, the first time she's seen them kiss and she feels it's already overstayed it's welcome "Gross..."
Loid pulls away, chuckling "Have a good day."
Yor nods, brushing her lips, already missing their warmth.
"Bye Mommy!" Anya waves smiling as she runs out the door.
Yor smiles waving to Anya.
Loid picks up his briefcase, their previous night still very relevant in his mind. He smiles at her "Have a good day."
Yor smiles back "Love you."
He walks out closing the door behind him. But opens it one last time kissing her on the cheek "I love you." He says finally leaving and closing the door behind him.
Yor brushes her fingers over her cheek, she blushes deeply. "I miss you already..." she turns back toward the living room, she still has a few hours before she has to go in for work. She happily rests on the couch, drinking her tea. Replaying everything that happened last night, she sighs contently "Oh Loid..."
I know I shouldn't be making a story like this, especially since Spy X Family is so wholesome. I hope this isn't too bad, I wanted something cute and hot. I got sick in the midway of making it so I've been off it for a few days. And I know I took some creative liberties, Yor being a virgin to sex, The possibility of children finding out about this adult stuff, some of the stuff with Loid, and anime only watchers probably don't even know the lovable dog known as Bond. I really hope this isn't too bad. And I apologize if I offended you or if you believe I offended the story in some way. But I do hope you like it.
