Title: Against the rules

Chapter 26: Ewa and Ana

AN: if anyone is confused this is after Ewa was rejected in the warehouse from Ana.

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Ewa Kowal's POV

I step into the house, slamming the door behind me. Ana will be here soon. I'll stay out of her way.

I go upstairs, keeping on my boots which I know will leave a slight mud trail that will piss off Ana but I don't care at the minute.

I walk into one of the guest bedrooms, shutting the door behind me. I lean heavily against the door, the pain still heavy in my chest.

What if she doesn't want me anymore because she's got her life back? After all, I was just someone she fell on in a time of need.

Maybe her own feelings are just there because I helped her when she needed it. What if they go away now that she doesn't need me anymore.

All of this thinking is stressing me out. Rilling me up like a bull being taunted with a red cloth.

I kick off my boots and pull my gauntlets off angrily and toss them both anywhere in the room. This situation is so fucked.

I rag off my jacket and toss it on a chair before taking off the vest that holds all of my blades to show a strong polymer shit that stops most things from getting in to hurt me.

I see a wooden column in the corner of the room and slowly empty the blades on my clothes onto it, enjoying the stress relief and target practice.

I feel the weight of the blade, the feeling of it flying out of my fingers and burying into the solid wood. The soft thunk it makes when it hits it's mark.

After all of my blades have found their mark I sigh, feeling the relief from the exercise.

I unbuckle my belt, ready to strip for the night before I hear a light knock on the door.

She's back already?

I feel the pain stab me in the chest again like I was the wooden column. Should I answer?

But before I could move, Ana stops me.

"I-I've got you some sleepwear." she mutters softly, it being muffled slightly from the door being in the way.

I feel overwhelmed by the pain in my chest and the thoughts that drifted through my head only minutes ago.

What should I say? I don't think I can say anything without losing my temper.

"Ewa-" she starts but I cut her off as soon as she starts.

"I'm fine." I say sharply, my throat thick with the pain that is spreading like a slow burning fire.

I can't see her right now. I can't hear her. I am insignificant to her now. I need to deal with my feelings. I need to prepare myself for seeing her tomorrow.

"Please… please Ewa…" I hear her whisper, her voice dipping due to her own pain she was feeling.

I move to the door. Not knowing what I was feeling nor doing.

I press my forehead against the wood. She can have her old life back. A life where she was happy with her family. A life without me.

"I'll leave." I struggle out, I swallow hard to try and carry on. "After this plan has been completed. I'll leave. You can have your old life back." I say this one a little more strongly, my voice like a true commander. I could feel tears leaving their salty trail down my face. This was for the best.

I could hear Ana softly weeping in the corridor, her cries attempting to muffle itself so I couldn't hear them.

"I'm only a temporary happiness for you. You can go back to your family. You don't need me anymore." I croak out. Trying to stop the tears from altering my voice.

I remember the ring that I have in my work coat pocket, it hidden in a box and a layer of fabric. It's useless now. I don't understand what delusion I was under when I thought I could be happy with her. When I thought that we could be happy together.

"Ewa… please… please open the door." I heard her sob. Her own head must be against the door at this point because I wouldn't have been able to hear her weak voice otherwise.

It broke my heart to hear her like this. Begging me to do something that was so simple. Yet I couldn't. She can't be happy with me. I'll do anything to make her happy but that's not with me.

"Please. I need this." she cries. Her voice trembling.

My resolve quickly crumbles as I reach for the door handle. All it takes is to open it. To let her in. Will this make her happy?

Before thinking about it too much, I open the door a crack and walk back into the room, letting Ana open it the rest of the way.

I suddenly see her in my vision as she throws herself at me. Her head wear not there anymore, showing her rich silver braid.

She presses herself into me, burying her head into my chest to try to comfort herself.

"Please… Please don't leave… You can do anything to me just don't leave me…" Ana begs, her head raising to show me her red eyes.

I refuse to meet her eyes. I don't put my arms around her to comfort. I just stand there and let her use me. Like I've always done.

Her hands grab her own shirt as she pulls it over her head in desperation. Her taught, almost naked upper body presses to my clothed one. Pleading for contact.

I grab her shoulders and push her away, holding her at arm's length and looking at only her face.

"No. I'm not going to use you. You've got your family back. You don't need a reminder of what happened when you didn't have them. I'll leave. It's for the best." I say, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes and my voice level.

"No. No please. Please don't leave me. I can't…" Ana whimpers, her arms trying to reach for me, ending up gripping my arms.

Her eyes plead for me to change my mind, for me to let her in. Her eyes suddenly light up with an idea. Before I can fight against it she's pulled my trousers down along with my boxers, getting a hand full of my penis.

"Fuck me." Ana demands, her fingers digging into my soft member.

"Ana, please." I start but stop due to a moan escaping me from her sliding my foreskin off the tip of my penis and sliding it back to get my blood rushing there.

"I need this Ewa. Fuck me." she growls to me as she removes her hand to push her trousers down to her ankles showing her bare body.

Her hand returns to my penis as she strokes it. Pumping the shaft slowly to get me hard. I moan softly against my will as I grip onto the edge of the draws.

She comes close, dipping the member between her legs where it touches her soaked lips that are begging for attention.

My mind clouds up as I think about everything I want to do to her in this moment. God I want her so bad.

I get pushed suddenly and I find myself laid on my back, the bed being too far away as I am on the floor.

Ana kicks off her trousers as she squats over my waist, letting her knees hold her upright on the carpet.

I start to help her as I reach down and rub my penis a little more, trying to get it a little harder than what it is now.

"Don't worry about it Babe. I don't mind." Ana whispers as she goes to sit on the member.

"No. You don't have to do this. I know you liked it when I was younger and I could pleasure you better." I say as I go to sit up to get her off my lap.

Her hands plant on my shoulders to keep my down her eye burning with want and a little anger.

"You still pleasure me Ewa. Don't make this a bad experience by bitching about how you can't get your cock hard enough." She snaps. Her hips lowering to my own to try to sweep up my cock in her vaginal embrace.

She stops part way, my tip against her entrance, I see her thinking for a moment before she moves her hips again but in a different direction then expected.

I feel her tight asshole against my tip and know with my lack of hardness that I won't be able to get in there.

"Babe…" I warn softly, she seems to notice the problem quickly and sighs angrily as she sits on me, my penis snug down the valley of her legs.

We stay in silence for a while. Ana festering in how sexually tense she is and my only ability being a shitty oral job and I'm festering in embarrassment. I can't even get my partner off. I really am pathetic.

I slowly sit up, trying not to get too close to Ana. I slowly grip her waist as I help her get up off me to sit next to me.

I sigh softly. Hating how useless I am for the person I wanted to marry. What is even the point of me trying anymore.

Getting up, I grab my trousers and boxers, pulling the latter on first then the former. Ana watches me silently, probably thinking over the situation.

I sit on the edge of the bed tiredly. What am I useful for in a relationship? I can't even have sex.

I can feel Ana's eye watching me intently. Waiting for my next move. I guess the only thing to do is apologise.

"I'm sorry." I say loud enough for her to hear. This was humiliating. I shouldn't even be here anymore.

She seems to think about what has happened for a long moment, making me straighten out my top.

"Why don't you go to the doctor about it. You've been having this problem for a while now." she says cautiously, like she was walking on eggs.

"What? So I can just drag every bit of dignity I've got left through the dirt? It's not like it's going to help anything, I'm still leaving." I snap. My chest hurting at my own words. Pain flashes in Ana's eye as she just stares at me for a long moment.

She slowly gets up and moves out of the room, cradling herself in her arms softly, her body bare as she steps out of view.

After a small moment I hear muffled sobbing and someone getting into the bed I used to share with Ana.

God I'm a train wreck aren't I? Maybe it is best if I do leave.

I stand up and pull my vest on along with my jacket. My boots and gauntlets following shortly.

I could still hear her cry. She's trying to hide it. God I'm an idiot. My stomach twists in nausea.

I go to the wooden column and pull my knives out of it, putting them in their sheath and strapping it closed.

The window in Ana's room is big enough for me to leave through, I should apologise before I leave.

I slide out of the room, walking quietly towards the room Ana was occupying. The crying seems to calm down a little, she must have heard my boots.

"Ewa?" I hear her whimper weakly. Probably thinking that I'm going to leave her right now.

I step into the room, straightening myself out as I walk to the bed. She looks over what I was wearing and fear flashes across her eyes.

"No… No. You can't leave me now… not now…" She cries, her head turning into the pillow. What if she's getting her illness back? What if she's getting it from me?

"No. I was just going to go out for a walk." I say, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to her, my hands interlocking together to try to get some dignity together.

"Can we have sex before you do? I really need it right now." she says as she cuddles up to her pillow.

Sex makes her feel better, it makes her more down to earth and we used it a lot when she was ill and needed to come back to reality.

But will my defected penis still give her the pleasure she wants? Maybe it wasn't age that's caused this but something else. I guess that's why she wanted me to go to the doctors about it.

"Please? For me." she almost begs, her eye giving an almost perfect puppy dog expression.

I sigh heavily as I start to unbuckle my trousers. Ana's actions become excited as she throws the covers off of her and gets up on her knees to help me get as good as a hard on I can get.

I may be a hypocrite but I do it all for Ana. It's all it has ever been about. Making Ana happy.

Even if it hurts me in the process.

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