Cody fidgeted at his desk as he eagerly awaited for the teacher to stop talking and the class to end. Today was a special one to him, but not for any reasons you'd expect. Not for a birthday, a party in a dorm, or anything like that.
No, today, the shy artist was going to unveil his grand plan to the girl sitting next to him. The one who always sat next to him. The girl who brightened his day just by being there, and when she smiled it felt like any clouds hanging over the boy's head faded.
They'd had conversations in the past and even worked on projects together. She was smart; it was one of the reasons he adored her. She had both looks and the brains. He'd never been able to get her attention in a way that was anything meaningful, or would allow him to lead to asking her out.
Until today.
Today, he had something for her. Something he'd spent almost an entire week making. It had made his grades suffer a bit, but he'd be able to recover, and even then, it was worth it. So as soon as the class was done, as she was packing up her stuff, he turned to her, and smiled, opening his mouth to speak-
"Hilda!"
Hilda looked down at him and scoffed a little before affecting a slight smile. "Uhh, yes, who are you?"
Cody didn't really think anything of it, it was a question she asked every time. "Cody. We worked on the first semester final project a few weeks ago, remember?"
Oh right, Hilda thought to herself. The mouthbreathing loser who stared at her tits when he thought she wasn't looking. "Oh, Cody, I'm so sorry! I just haven't been sleeping well lately, y'know?"
"That's fine. I haven't slept well myself the past week, but anyway!" He cleared his throat. "If it's not too much trouble, can you come to my room later? I want to show you something…something I guarantee will change your life."
It was very hard to hide the feeling of disgust that washed over her when that pathetic little man seemingly asked her out on a date. So hard that she couldn't suppress her gut reflex to reply with "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"No, no, never! Not that I would be opposed to that either…" He trailed off and shook his head. "No, it's a…well…I don't want to spoil it, but it's a special… gift… I want to show you. I've been working on it for a week and I think it's something you'll want to see."
"Huh," Hilda replied. She expected him to start blushing furiously and acting like one of those girls in those horrible anime that Hilbert was always watching. "Alright, I guess I'll have to see you then, won't I?"
A wide smile appeared on the boy's face as he nodded, gathered up his stuff, and ran out of the room to make sure his room would be clean for her arrival.
Later that evening, Hilda knocked on the door. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a sleeveless top, and most of her hair was wrapped up in a long ponytail with a pink and white trainer's cap on top. She wanted to look nice, she always wanted to look nice, but the thought of looking so nice that his little jerk-off would crush on her even harder was revolting. She resolved to just see whatever it was he wanted to show her and leave immediately, and then she'd probably go back her dorm and study until she passed out.
Life was a lot more fun when she could mutilate Lillipups in the evenings, she thought as the door opened.
"Hey!" Cody yelped, giving her a once-over as he stepped aside to let her in. He wore a simple black shirt with some kind of video game reference on it, and jean shorts. The room was suspiciously tidy to Hilda as she stepped inside, although her attention was immediately drawn to the massive blueprint lying on the boy's desk. "Thank you for coming. I assure you, it'll be worth it."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be. You're... you're some kind of art student, aren't you?" Hilda replied as she looked around his room. It was stunningly clean, and smelled decently; those were definite plusses. Her room maintained that similar level of cleanliness, although for her it was more out of paranoia and need. Wouldn't that be a thing, if a guy like Cody was like her. The thought made her want to laugh.
He was definitely a gamer, Hilda recalled her brother being into some of the things he had posters of, but aside from that there were very few defining features. No pictures of him with family or friends, no personal memorabilia, nothing.
"I sort of dabble in a bunch of different things, but I know you're going for a business major, so I started thinking about a way I could help you with that as…" He paused. "A…friend." There was another awkward silence before he continued. "Basically, I've been doing research into popular and lasting architecture, and how part of a building's design can naturally make it more appealing and stimulate certain areas of a person's brain just by looking at it. And after a long time studying, I spent a week designing this." He gestured to the blueprint of a large building.
Hilda looked it over before immediately piping up. "I can't read blueprints. It looks tall."
"Right. Basically, it's a building perfectly designed to be, well, perfect!" he began rambling. "Perfectly sized and shaped to appeal to every possible part of a human's brain. Drawing the eyes of customers, drawing them in, making them calmer, making them more likely to spend their money on whatever is inside. Basically!" He paused this time for dramatic effect. "Subliminal messaging in the form of an entire building."
"Wow," she trailed off, starting to make out what she could. "Those numbers, on the side, is that the construction costs?"
"Yes, but, if you were to turn this place into something profitable, like a hotel or something, it would make its money back, by my estimates, within a couple months. It's literally built to make people spend money here," he explained with growing confidence. His posture was straighter and he was more excitable, and he stammered less and less as he spoke.
"Wow," she repeated, starting to get it. Perhaps she had judged this pathetic little cocksucker a bit too harshly. He was clearly smart, and if he did this just for her, well, that meant he was head over heels for her. Doors began opening in Hilda's mind as she thought of what this all could mean. A blueprint like this would make her a rich woman in no time, that much was clear. She could probably get him to hand it over just by putting out, that much was clear. She'd have to work things out later, but for now, it was time to grab the opportunity.
Then she looked at him. He was shorter than her, hell, he was shorter than most people. His black turtleneck clung so tightly to his neck it looked as if it was strangling him. He was so scrawny that she probably could've snapped his neck on the spot. But what was of primary interest to her was his face. He had surprisingly rugged features, with a well defined jawline and a slope to his brow, but his eyes were so childish. They glimmered even in the dark as he waited for her response, as if waiting on a good grade or a mother's approval. She could use that.
"Cody, I don't know what to say... this is a work of genius..."
"I - r-really?!" he asked, that Lillipup-like sense of innocent joy kicking into overdrive even as a kind of anxiety took hold of him. "I…well…then…once we've graduated, I was wondering if…we would work on this…together?"
His voice quivered as he went for the kill. He was under no illusions about how much of 'a catch' he was. He was small and shy and boring, and everyone from his bullies in school to his own family had made that clear to him ever since the day he was born. It didn't matter that he was such a talented artist that he got into college on scholarship, or that he was a valedictorian, or that he'd never hurt anyone in his entire life (all of which, he had been brought up to believe, were admirable traits.) He was just Cody, a doormat to the world. But this was his ticket to happiness. Although he didn't know Hilda well, he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone, and he knew just enough about her to realize that competence and usefulness would do more to 'seduce' her than any display of conventional romance. In a way, he had her figured out perfectly. Some would view a 'quid pro quo' view of romance as being distasteful, but to Cody, it was just more proof that he was perfect for the gorgeous, gothic woman in front of him.
Easy, Hilda thought to herself. She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from smirking with how well things were coming together. This kid was an anxious wreck, probably had no friends, no meaningful family, and she's the thing he decided to attach to. Men like him were easy to figure out; you gave them an inch and took a mile. She'd lead him on, build the tower, then cut him out of the ownership stake and take all of the money with her. Or maybe she'd just take a photo, take it to a different architectural office, and steal the idea. Better yet, why not kill two Pidgeys with one Roggenrola? She'd fuck him, and probably fulfill his last wish in the process, kill him, and become a rich woman. It'd be fun to break this kid, she thought to herself.
"With me? Cody, surely you don't mean that. I mean, you're the person who made this, you should get the credit for it."
"I made it for you," he replied with a noticeably sad bent. As mean as it might seem, 'humble to the point of not wanting to be involved with a business prospect' was not on his bingo card of ways Hilda would respond. "Of course, I don't want to just give it to you, because yes, I did work on it and make it, but…I don't want to hog it to myself either when we can share it."
"Sh-share?" she stammered, trying her best to work herself into a genuine blush while she was at it. "Cody, you can't mean that. I haven't done anything for you-"
"You've helped me with my projects," he insisted. "And, sure, I probably could've done them myself, but having someone to share the load helps a lot. And…well…to be honest…just you being in class next to me…brightens my day."
"You really mean that?" she squeaked. That was more forthright than she expected. She kind of assumed he just wanted to fuck her, but that was uncomfortably romantic.
"I do," he emphasized while holding out his hand. "Hilda, will you make this building with me once we graduate?"
She clasped his hand tight and nodded her head. "I would, but on one condition!"
"What? Anything!"
She smirked. "Cody, this is such a blessing, it just wouldn't feel right to take this gift without doing something for you in return. Will you let me give you a gift in return?"
"If that would make you feel better, I'd be happy to receive it," he answered with a warm smile, but on the inside he was screaming. Hilda wanted to do something for him? She for he!? It almost felt wrong, but it was certainly welcome.
"Perfect, so you'll come by my dorm tomorrow~?" she asked with a bit of a purr to her voice.
"I-I…y-yes!" he stammered, trying not to look at her in any sort of way she might notice. It felt wrong and dirty, but it almost seemed like she was implying something sexual.
Hilda replied by leaning over a bit to go eye-to-eye with him. "Hey, Cody?"
"Y-yes?"
She smiled, then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. She held him there for a little under a minute, her unfamiliarity with actual, 'romantic' kissing clashing against his kissless virginity in a way that rocked his world and nearly shattered her's. When she finally pulled back he was nearly falling over from shock and swooning so hard that it looked as if he'd never fully return to Unova, and she wasn't far from doing the same. "There's more from that came from, if you want~"
"I…I…p-please…more, yes," he blubbered, his body trembling with pure bliss. He could die right then and there and he would be happy.
"Then don't tell anyone you're coming over to my dorm tomorrow, m'kay? Our little secret~"
"I-I got it," he replied quietly with a fierce nod.
Hilda left him to stew in his own hurricane of romance. Outside, the first thing she did was wipe off her lips onto her hand so hard that it smeared lipstick across her face. Then she ran back to her dorm, realizing that time was of the essence. That blueprint was going to be her's, and no way in hell was she sharing it with a complete loser like him. In spite of that, the nagging thought of that kiss wouldn't leave her mind.
The next day, Cody had dressed up in his absolute best; a nice tux and tie. He kept his word and didn't tell anyone where he was going that night. He figured Hilda didn't want any rumors spreading about them, which he understood. Nobody wanted to be known to be his friend. He knew where he was in the social ladder, but to him it didn't matter as long as he had Hilda's approval.
And tonight, maybe more. Which was why he had condoms in his pocket. Just in case.
Once he was at her dorm, he gently knocked on the door, holding a bouquet. He knew it was a bit overkill, but if there was any time for it, it was now.
Hilda opened the door and he nearly died on the spot. She was wearing nothing but a lacy, black set of lingerie and a matching set of thigh highs. There wasn't a trace of shame or hesitation on her face as she smiled down at him. "Want to come inside? I wouldn't want anyone else seeing this~"
"Y-yes!" he yelped as he leapt inside. His eyes frantically scanned her body, taking in every inch of bare skin she showed and more. And when he noticed he could see the pink of her nipple, he visibly shuddered, nearly dropping the bouquet. "Hilda…I'm sorry, but I have to say it. You are, without a doubt…the most beautiful…and sexy woman I have ever seen in my entire life."
Hilda shut the door and chuckled, even if somehow that comment cut deep enough to honestly take a bit of her breath away. Was she actually a virgin? "Oh, Cody, there's no need to be modest, or shy. My room is soundproofed, and you've earned everything you're getting here tonight. Isn't that what you wanted, after all~?"
"Yes," he exhaled, before beginning to strip. The boquet was thrown onto the bed as he was soon down to his underwear. He had a scrawny, pale body that was far more adorable than it was sexy, although Hilda wanted to strangle herself for thinking 'adorable' at all. He dug a condom out of the pocket of his pants. That was good, Hilda thought to herself. No way in hell she was getting an abortion over this adorable waste of skin. It was then that he paused, though. "You'd really…with me?"
"Of course I would, you earned it~" she purred as she wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, nearly burying him in her modest chest while she attempted to bury any thoughts she had beyond the moment. "You're so excited too, it's cute. Are you a virgin~?"
"I am, sadly," he answered. "I hope that doesn't make you think less of me, though."
She couldn't help but chuckle, which for a moment nearly sank his heart before she brought him right back up. "Actually, I really like that in a guy. It makes me feel like you're really mine~"
"I - thank you, Hilda," came his sputtered response as his eyes latched onto something more understandable than their feelings, her chest.
She let him go before taking a step back, spreading her arms as if inviting him to stare at her further. "So, how do you want to do this? Admittedly, I prefer being the one to take the lead, but I do want to be accommodating to someone as smart and wonderful as you~"
"You'll let me lead?" he asked.
"If that's what you want, or I could show you how it's done~" came her response, and somehow she found herself having fun. This 'seduction' stuff felt nice, she decided. It was probably better than capturing wild Pokemon just to nail them to trees, but less nice than what she did to Bianca. No matter, if things went well, she'd have a second person to add to her 'resume,' as she'd taken to thinking of it.
"N-no. I'd like to do it," Cody said before cleared his throat. He thrust out his hips, and spoke in a slightly deeper voice. "Hilda, take them off." he commanded with a tone that would've held more weight if it weren't for his shakiness and the voice crack on 'off.'
Internally, she nearly died, but she tried to push down her own pessimism. There were worst ways to go about her plan, and she doubted he was kinky enough to make this anything more than boring. She did as she was told, stepping before him before dropping to her knees and hooking her fingers over the hem of his underwear. They were slowly pulled down until his smooth, pale cock was exposed, nearly smacking her in the face as it did. "Aww, it's cute~" she praised him. It was perfectly average in every way, but she still found herself blushing when she saw it. Moron, she chastised herself. You've seen way more extreme porn than this. Why are you responding at all?
"Good. Stand up," Cody continued commanding her.
She did as she was told, letting her hand drift just enough to rub over his cock as she did so. Watching him shudder was admittedly adorable, but he quickly recovered.
The next command was delivered with even more rattle to his voice, but she still heard it loud and clear. "Take off your bra."
She looked dead into his eyes, the plastered smile never leaving her face for a moment as her hands worked back and around so that she could release the clasp on the bra. It fell off of her chest as her arms returned to position, exposing her tits to his gaze.
His eyes absolutely devoured them. The chest he'd dreamt about for months on end. They were somehow even sexier than his most vivid fantasies. And as he walked up and placed his hands over them, he felt like he was in heaven. They were soft, softer than he could've ever imagined. He lifted them up, dropped them, watched them bounce. He moved them side to side, squeezed them, kneaded them, felt them. His fingertips touched every tiny bit of skin he could find, all while lewd noises came out from his lips as he felt nothing but pure ecstasy.
She couldn't decide if it was disgusting or kind of cute, how fixated he was on touching her. She couldn't recall the last time she had to make a decision about how to feel, especially one that seemed as easy as this. There was something hypnotic about how genuinely, devoutly in love with her body.
"Hey, Hilda?" Cody asked, breaking their silence.
"Yes, Cody?" she exhaled.
"If I let you lead…would I still be able to…touch you…like this…?" He ran one of his hands down to her thigh, rubbing the side of his hand between her legs, up against her panties, able to feel her slit through the thin fabric.
Hilda's breath actually hitched when he touched her there, and she had to take a step back. "Uh, uh, yeah! Yeah, sure. Sorry it's just... it's been awhile, since I've touched myself there. I'm a bit sensitive-"
"Then…would you like to take the lead?" he asked.
"Well, I'd love to," she replied, stepping back towards him. "And I can promise you won't regret it~"
There was a moment's hesitation, and then a gentle nod.
"Alright, then, how about you sit in the chair back there?" she asked, motioning her head back towards her kitchen table and the set of chairs. He walked over to one, pulled it out, and sat down. His dick pulsed with need as his eyes never left her perfect chest.
She walked up to him and kneeled, and for a moment, she actually found herself entranced. He was so small and passionate, so dedicated and sweet. There was something so fascinating about him that for a moment she didn't know what to do.
"I'll say it again. You're beautiful, Hilda." he praised her as another gentle smile came across his face.
She would've killed herself if she knew that that comment made her blush, but it did bring her back to reality enough that she could complete what she set out to do. She leaned forward and placed her chest against his dick, letting it sink between her tits as she looked up to him. "Did you ever think I'd be doing this for you~?"
"I had hoped but…I am realistic, so no, not really," in spite of that honesty, his smile only grew. "But I guess dreams do come true because…you're mine."
"All yours," she replied, somehow getting the phrase out without gagging. She looke down and spat gently, letting the makeshift lubricant fall onto the head of his dick before she used two hands to press her tits together, almost completely sandwiching his cock between them.
"Ahhhh~!" he moaned, his dick throbbing painfully as he had to hold onto the chair to steady himself.
She slowly moved her body up and down, giving him a gentle titfuck while staring up to gauge his reaction. It was fascinating to see someone look so happy.
"You're…ahhhh…" he managed to exhale, conscious thought being lost to the gentle pressing of her mounds against his shaft.
"You're... cute-" she managed to exhale. "Absolutely adorable~"
"And you are unbearably…nnng…sexy…"
"Th-thanks," Hilda stuttered, somehow finding herself feeling rather warm at the praise. She had to look down, awkwardly staring at his penis as she frantically jerked him off with her chest, just wanting this strange situation to be over so she could be rich.
Finally, the boy came, and his cum erupted from his cock onto her face and chest as he groaned with pure bliss evident all over his face.
She recoiled and nearly screamed, but after a moment, her rage subsided. The warmth of his seed covering her, and the knowledge that she made him look so... so happy, it was strange. She didn't like feeling this way, she told herself she hated it. But something still felt nice about it. "W-wow, that was a lot..." was all she could muster in an attempt to flirt back.
"S-sorry." He apologized breathlessly. "I can help…clean you up…if you need."
"Y-yeah, that might be best," she shuddered. "It gets gross when it gets cold."
The boy got up, located some paper towels, and returned to her. He began to gingerly wipe the cum off her body, though she could see him already starting to get turned on again when he rubbed her chest.
She tried not to look at him, or even acknowledge his presence, but she failed. It felt nice, to be doted upon, even if it was someone she viewed as so inferior to her. "Thank you."
"Least I can do." He said as he finished up. "But…I hope you'll let me…make you feel the same way?" He asked, gesturing to her panties, which were still on.
"You really want to?" she asked with genuine shock.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Heh, fair point," she replied as she sat back and spread her legs slightly. "Just avoid using teeth."
Now it was his turn to be shocked. "O-oh…you want me to do it that way? I…never have, so, I hope you aren't expecting much."
"Wait, what did you mean?"
"I mean, I just meant like…fingering." He said. "But I'll do whatever you want me to."
"Hmm," she sat back down in a normal position. "Well, why did you want to just do fingering?"
"It's not that I just wanted to do that, it's that I felt it would be good to start with that, if that makes sense." He explained.
She was honestly taken aback. She expected him to be a one-pump chump who'd pass out as soon as she took her panties off. Was this somehow going to be harder than expected? "I-I actually agree..."
"So…what do you want me to do?"
"Hmm, well, learning to pleasure a girl requires working with your fingers and your mouth. How'd you feel about learning both~?"
He smiled and nodded.
"Well, you can start by taking off this underwear then~"
He nodded and reached up to grab the sides of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. They slid past her hips and down her legs, and as soon as he was able to see her, he gasped.
Once again, she was perfect. She was gorgeous. Shaved and bare and perfect, it was better than every fantasy he'd ever imagined. He removed the panties entirely and soon was left completely naked.
Hilda spread her legs even wider, exposing every inch of herself to his greedy eyes. "So, what do you know about making a woman feel good?"
"Not much, but I can still try my best." He said honestly as he moved around behind her and pressed his body against hers, snaking a hand between her legs until he had a finger pressed against her lower lips. "This is the right position, right?"
"Y-yeah," she replied, finding herself suppressing the urge to nuzzle back against him. "So, reach down, and gently place your hand over my pussy."
He pushed them further against her until he was slowly starting to rub her wet lips.
She grabbed his hand and gently moved it up, until his fingers brushed against the hood of her clit. "This is where the clit is. Technically it's under the bit of skin, but you don't want to touch it. This is the moneymaker, this is how girls get most of their pleasure. Got that?"
"Ah, so this is what the clit feels like?" He asked as he pressed down on it lightly.
Her feet kicked and she exhaled loudly. "Y-yeah, yeah, it's sensitive!"
Cody smiled. "Alright, so what else? I know you can thrust fingers in and out but is there any other special things I can do to help stimulate you?"
"Well, paying attention to the clit is good. You should also keep in mind that just jamming fingers in there isn't going to do anything. It needs to be more of a caressing motion, not just stuffing digits in there."
"Right, gentle," Cody repeated as he started to rub the clit, and ran his fingers along the outside, not yet sure if he should move in.
She actually moaned before she bit down on her hand. It was insane that she felt this good, from being touched by some kind of loser virgin. Had she somehow gone insane since he'd shown her that blueprint?
Finally, the boy started to slowly ease his finger inside, taking it slow. "How's this?"
"Good-" she mumbled around her hand. What she really wanted to do was demand he start fingering her properly, but she would rather die than beg for someone else to pleasure her.
Nodding, Cody pushed in more, and started thrusting. He tried to think to all the porn he'd seen. He knew it wasn't always accurate, but at least the actual pleasuring was, right? He did his best to mimic it, starting off slowly inserting and removing the digit as he continued pressing and rubbing her clit.
"Ah, ah~" Hilda moaned audibly, shaking and gyrating against his hands while he gently worked her over.
Cody was gaining speed, and so his other hand slid up to her breast, and he pinched her hard nipple between his fingers, and twisted.
"AH!" she squealed, not expecting that. Every little thing he did seemed to catch her off-guard, and she hated how nice it felt. She was actually enjoying herself and she felt dirty for it.
The boy continued, growing faster and more intense, making sure she felt good in every way he could manage, between her nipple, clit, and the rest of her pussy, which he started adding a second finger to.
"G-gonna cum-" Hilda moaned, not even bothering to cover her mouth as she began jerking her hips against his hand, practically milking his fingers for more pleasure.
"Do it, for me~" came a soft, surprisingly erotic whisper.
"Fuc-" she managed to reply, intending to dengirate him but instead only crassly expressing her pleasure as she did just that, cumming for him and only him. She absolutely exploded around his hand, coming undone as anything she wanted to say was lost in a flood of moans and cries of pleasure and anything she wanted to do was lost in wild spasms.
He waited for it to end before finally, she pulled away from her and moved back in front. "How…did I do?"
"That's the hardest I've came in a long time," she answered with complete honesty, feeling both horrified and happy, somehow.
"That makes me happy." he replied while flashing another warm smile. "So…what next?"
"G-get on the bed," she ordered him.
He nodded and immediately did as she said, his once again hard cock bouncing as he laid on his back, watching her.
She climbed over the top of him, leering down at his soft body and hard cock as she stradled his lap, letting his cock rub against her stomach. "Are you ready~?"
"Ah, wait, shouldn't we use a condom?" Cody asked.
"I take a pill," Hilda replied as she lifted herself slightly and took hold of his dick.
"Oh. Alright then. Then I've been ready for a long time."
"Cute," she found herself muttering as she lowered herself down on his cock, letting inch by inch of it slide into her easily.
"F-FUCK!" he cried out. It was so tight. It felt so good. And they'd only just started!
Eventually, she managed to fully hilt it inside of her. Hilda let it rest for a moment, gently griding her pussy against his pelvis as she adjusted to the feeling of having him completely inside of her.
"Holy…shit…" he exhaled. Cody knew it would feel good but this…this was indescribable. It was pure and unadulterated pleasure, and they hadn't even done anything yet. The way her insides clasped around his dick, and made it throb was delightful. He gripped the bedsheets tightly as he smiled and laughed.
"Are you enjoying yourself~?" she asked as she flicked her head back, clearing hair from her face.
"I…y-yes…"
"Just you wait~" Hilda promised as she lifted her hips a bit before slamming them back down.
"AHHHHHH~!" Cody cried out as the pleasure felt like it increased tenfold. "FUCK!"
"There we go, scream for me~" she purred, encouraging him to get even louder as she increased the intensity in her own way, beginning to ride him slowly yet forcefully.
The boy couldn't believe he'd been missing out on something so intense, so raw, so hot. And now he was getting to do it with the girl of his dreams. This truly was the best day of his entire life.
"It's your turn to cum for me~" she told him as the room became filled with the sound of her ass slamming down onto his hips. "Make me feel good~"
Cody nodded, and as Hilda thrusted down, he thrusted up, burying himself as deep inside her as he could go, feeling her wet insides slide against his throbbing, hot cock as he gave it everything he had. He could feel the pressure building, and it felt great. At the same time, although she didn't want to admit it, Hilda felt just as happy. It was the first time in her life she'd had actual, consensual sex, and something about it felt absolutely unparalleled to her usual depravity. Maybe it was how he thrust back into her, upping the intensity. Or maybe it was how adorable and almost romantic he looked as he devoured every inch of her nude form with his eyes. Something inexplicable was building in her core, and only part of it was the fact she'd need to cum again very soon.
"Hilda…" The boy moaned her name into the room as the pressure continued to building, his thrusting growing more intense until he couldn't go any harder.
Almost right after he said it, she came again. His cock was forcibly buried into her while she shuddered and convulsed around it, squirting onto his pelvis and greeting his ears with another chorus of moans and squeaks.
As Hilda was in the middle of her own climax, Cody felt his. His sperm erupted and filled her womb to the very brink before spilling out onto the bed, mixing with her own cum as they both quivered in place for a long time, until finally, they settled onto the bed, gasping.
Finally, she broke the silence. "Feeling tired~?"
"I…am." Cody yawned as his eyes fluttered. "Thank you…Hilda…for making all my dreams…come true…" another yawn settled in as the exhaustion from both the sex and all the time he spent on that blueprint hit him all at once. "I…I love you…" he got out before finally falling asleep, right there on her bed.
She looked down at him and she felt something that she couldn't ever recall feeling. Maybe it was 'romance,' like her Mom was always trying to tell her to look for. Sympathy? Some kind of pity? Coming off of what was, as painful as it was to admit, the best sex she'd ever had, it was weird to remember what she was about to do to this beautiful, adorable boy. And as she stood up on trembling legs and stumbled towards her dresser, opening it to find two pairs of handcuffs inside, she felt sadder than she had ever felt. She was going to regret this, she knew that, and she hated herself for it.
She put one pair of handcuffs around his wrists, and then handcuffed those to a corner of the bed. He, mercifully, didn't awake while she did it. That gave her time to get dressed again, in a set of comfy pajamas, set up a chair, and begin to ponder.
When the boy awoke, he felt like he was in a haze, and it took several seconds for him to even remember what had happened. As he tried to get up, he found himself jerked back. He looked over to see his wrists were restrained. Due to his haze, this didn't really register at first, but when it did, his eyes shot wide open and he sat up, looking around. Finally, his eyes landed on Hilda. "Hilda?"
She looked almost as exhausted as he felt, sitting in her chair. Her empty gaze crawled over his form as she replied. "Hi."
"What's…going on?" He asked, pulling at the handcuffs, then after thinking it over a moment, he laughed. "Oh, is this like…a kinky sex thing we're gonna do? Because I'm not opposed, I just, uh…could've used a warning."
She bit the inside of her cheek and melted a little in the chair. Apparently a patch of carpet had enraptured her because she refused to look at him. "You think so?"
"Is it…not?" He asked, confused. "Hey…are you okay?"
"No, no, I'm not okay," she answered while standing up. "I can't say that I've been okay in a long time. Well, I think that's what I'm supposed to say. I don't know how to describe it."
"Well…you know you can talk about anything with me, right?" he replied calmly.
"You think I can?" he watched her ask before she walked off towards what looked like the kitchen area, out of his gaze even when he craned his neck.
"Yeah, just…can you…undo these?" he asked as he pulled on the cuffs again.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Let's forget about that for a minute. Y'know, Cody, I'm a pretty horrible person."
"What? No! You've been nothing but nice to me for as long as I've known you." The boy said, confused.
"Yeah, I'm not going to even bother listing off the laundry list of shit I've done. Y'know, it's weird, normally when I think of that stuff I feel... warm and fuzzy. Now I just feel gross."
He strained his ears to try and get some indication of what she was doing. There was gentle rattling, drawers opening. She was looking for something, but he couldn't fathom what.
"And that's never happened before. I think it's anxiety. Somehow I feel... anxious, for the first time in my life. I hate it, I want it to stop."
"Then…I know this is gonna sound stupid, but…just stop. If you're doing something you hate, you have to be the one to stop yourself. No one else can do that for you." He had no idea what she was talking about, but he was still going to try and help anyway.
"I guess... I just don't know what I'd do with myself after it's all done. I've never been anything other than what I am, y'know? Maybe I'm scared. Maybe I'm not strong enough to stop. I dunno, all of this is new to me."
"Look, I can help. You'd have to be the one to stop yourself, but…I can at least help you fight…whatever it is." He said. "I would do anything for you."
"It's funny, that you say that. I genuinely feel like you're the person making me feel this way. You're doing things to me that nothing and no one have ever done before. It's... really fucking impressive, seeing as I barely thought of you just a few days ago."
"That's…okay." He said, trying to focus on the compliment instead of the insult. "And…I can keep doing that. I can keep helping you, if you'll just let me. Please."
"You seem scared. Are you scared?"
"No, I'm just confused." He said honestly.
"Good. I'm sorry."
"For what?"
There was a flash of skin and the glint of steel and then a lightning strike of agony in his chest. The largest knife he had ever seen was buried in his chest and her hand was holding the handle, gripping it so tight it looked as if she'd let it go and leave indentations.
"I…wh-wha…?" Cody asked as he felt the warmth of blood running down his chest. He coughed, and burning pain exploded through his upper body. "H-huh?"
Hilda began sawing with the knife, opening his chest further and tracing a line to his heart as she did so. "It's weird," she muttered to herself. "It doesn't feel fun."
Cody could barely think. His brain was only filled with pain. Burning, agonizing, intense pain. "Hil…da…?" He asked, unable to fathom the sight of his own torso being carved open, the blood pouring onto the bed and staining the sheets in a way that could never be cleaned. "Wh-why…?"
"I really am sorry," she told him as she reached down to cup his cheek. "I meant to hit your heart first. That was probably too dramatic, I'm sorry. It'll be over soon."
His stare slowly became foggier and more blank as his life was slowly ebbing away. His hands twitched along with the rest of his body as his mouth flapped open, but no words actually came out. Tears fell down his cheeks as his vision completely faded, and the last thing he saw was her face. Her beautiful…scary face. The somehow blank yet sad expression, her eyes never leaving his as his consciousness faded. Then, there was nothing left.
When it was done she pulled the knife out of his chest and threw it in the sink. There was a lot to do to cover this up, she knew that much right off the bat. She'd have to cut him into dozens and dozens of little pieces and dispose of them all in a myriad of ways to keep any one discovered bit from revealing too much. It was exhausting, and she didn't have the strength to do it nearly as quickly as she should've done it. Instead she sat back down, and looked at her handiwork.
Hilda thought a lot about what would happen if she was ever caught for the things she did. She thought about how her Mom and Hilbert would respond (Mom would go to the grave insisting she was framed, Hilbert would never acknowledge it; those were her running theories), she thought about how she'd take it (A coin flip between suicide and mentally shutting off for the rest of her short life), and she thought about how the world would see it. If the cops burst through the door right there, she would've told them everything. She would've said that this pathetic little art kid, who seemingly worshipped the ground she walked on even when she didn't acknowledge him, had made her feel weak for the first time in her life. In the midst of having 'real sex' she could almost see herself being normal, being happy in the way that other people were happy, not being the Hilda that she was. She would tell everyone who asked, and Cody would have a legacy of the person so kind and romantic and sweet that he nearly 'saved' someone like Hilda.
So she buried it as deeply as she could. She minced him in her bathtub and scattered the remains from a cloth bag out in the woods so that nobody would ever find them. She watched the school install cameras in the hallway and question the art kids and tried her best to suppress the strange part of herself that felt bad for being responsible for all of it.
He was gone, except for one souvenir. It was stupid to keep any part of him, a surefire way to spend the rest of her life in a padded cell. But sometimes, when she woke up in the morning and looked at what she had done and what her life was and who she was, she'd climb out of bed and slide a small ebony box out from under her bed. She would open it up and unwrap a stained sheet of cloth and stare long and hard at the brown, rotted, formaldehyde-soaked cock she'd cut off from his body and kept. It wasn't lust that made her keep it, and much to her own surprise, it wasn't some perverse sense of victory over the guy who, in hindsight, had somehow fucked her so good she had an epiphany. She'd stare at it and think about how things would be different, and then she'd wrap it back up and hide it. Once it was buried again, she would walk back out into the world, and be ready to be Hilda once more.