Warning: Extremely Underage, obviously

Loid thought he'd be able to have a relaxing day at home. He thought that finally, with his first day off in weeks, he'd be able to just sit and watch some TV. Yor and Anya were out and would be for a while, so it was just him. He settled on the couch, taking a deep breath…

Only for there to be a small knock on the door.

When he opened the door he, at first, saw no one. Then he heard a little 'ahem,' and looked down to see none other than Becky; that strange little girl his daughter sometimes accompanied. "Hello, Becky," he stated in a measured tone. "Is there something you need?"

"Ah, hi, M-Mr, Forger, I was just in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by!" Becky said, hoping her nervous trembling wasn't obvious as she stared up at the handsome man that had captured her heart since the first time she'd seen him. "Is Anya home?"

"No." he stated bluntly. "She is with her mother."

The girl nodded. In truth, she already knew this, and it was why she'd chosen this moment to strike. Even though she'd reached a sort of understanding with Anya's mother, she wouldn't take the defeat lying down. She'd been waiting for weeks for an opportunity, and now that she had one, she wasn't going to let it slip by! "I-I see. Well, it would feel…pointless to come all this way for nothing. May I come in?" She used her most proper voice and words she could muster, and even batted her eyelashes.

How strange, Loid thought. She must have something in her eyes. "What for?"

"I mean, I can visit you too, can't I? Aren't we…friends?" She took a step inside, one step closer to the handsome man.

"No," Loid replied. Friends were a detriment to a spy's career; they provided material for blackmail, betrayal, and all other manner of occupational hazards. What few friends Twilight had were friends because they had something to give and they didn't interfere with his busy schedule. What use could a child like Becky be?

"Oh." The girl was taken aback, but she shook her head and cleared her throat. She went for a desperate look next, one she'd studied and practiced for days as she looked up at him. "May I just…please come in? I'm not busy, so I don't really have anywhere to go…and I'd hate to just wait around on the street…"

The older man's brow furrowed. True, it would be pretty terrible if something happened to a child like Becky on her way home; both ethically and for the purposes of Twilight's mission. "Alright, Becky, you may come inside and wait for your parents to pick you up."

Becky had to hide her smile as she almost immediately ran inside. Phase one was complete! Now she just had to start reeling him in, as soon as possible. "Sorry for bothering you on your day off…"

"It's fine," Loid lied. He'd have to simply occupy himself until Becky left, and then he could properly relax. To that end, Loid sat down on his couch and turned on the TV to a news station. Children hated current events, especially if they were political in nature, so surely Becky would grow bored and leave Loid on his own in short order.

Instead, Becky went and sat down next to him, putting a foot of distance between them. She eyed him up and down, studying his physique, one she wanted to see caress. Arms she wanted him to use to carry her, using legs that could take her miles upon miles. She only gave it a few moments before she began to inch closer.

Blast it, Twilight thought. Children are clingy, and she must hate being bored and alone. It looked like he'd have to spend time with her anyways. Still, perhaps if he ignored her for long enough, then she'd get the message.

But she didn't, and soon the girl's leg was touching his, though with the size difference, his thigh along took up half her body. She smiled as she felt warmth in her cheeks, a similar warmth she felt from him, radiating off his body.

In response, Loid inched away from her.

She moved up against him again, and quickly laid her head down against his thigh, her body shaking as a smile bloomed on his face.

She looked up and saw Loid staring down at her with an eyebrow raised in confusion. "Are you tired, Becky?"

"Your leg is just comfortable," she replied honestly, raising a hand to slowly stroke his leg, feeling the muscle even through his clothes.

With just one hand, Loid picked up the little girl and set her a cushion away, but not before placing a pillow underneath her. "Use this," she was instructed.

Becky blinked at the ease at which he'd handled her, and pouted. Clearly, subtlety wasn't working. She needed something more bold. She turned to the man and spoke. "Mr. Forger, would you ever cheat on your wife? Or leave her, if you found someone better?"

She was proud of the very slight cherry-red that came to his cheeks, but he still betrayed no emotion as his gaze failed to deflect from the TV. "Curious question, why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

The man sighed a bit but didn't response.

"Why don't you want to answer? I promise I won't tell her," the girl urged.

"It's not an age-appropriate topic to discuss."

Ouch, that one hurt. "Hey, I'm a big girl!"

That did produce a chuckle from Loid. "Yes, I'm sure."

"I can prove it!" Becky cried before she could think.

"Yes, I'm sure," Loid repeated, 'fondly' remember Anya's countless attempts to prove she was 'big' enough to use real knives at dinner.

Well, this was a bit faster than the girl had initially expected to go, but it was clear nothing else was working. So, with a huff, she leapt off the couch, walked in front of him, and grabbed the hem of her dress. Before he could protest she threw it off, and revealed what she wore underneath.

An 'outfit', if you could call it that, that had taken considerable effort to get ahold of, but an effort she was sure would prove to be her victory. With the dress off, all she now wore was a very tiny bra, the part covering her nipples barely a square inch each. The matching panties too barely covered anything, and were nearly see-through.

Instantly, Becky felt the shame and embarrassment race through her body as she stood before the handsome man in such an attire, but she held strong and kept her arms firmly at her sides as she stared into his eyes.

Although flabbergasted, Loid's spy training still helped. He stood up and covered his eyes, but his voice raised to a shattering level that definitely rocked the smaller girl. "Becky, what are you doing!? Put your clothes on!"

"N-NO! Th-This is my proof of being a big girl!" she cried as she ran up and grabbed his leg, shoving out her chest as much as possible. The tiny bumps of her nipples were visible against the thin fabric.

"B-Becky," Loid replied with a clearly shaking voice. "Stop this!"

"Not until you look at me!"

"No!" Loid replied as he began scanning the room. Hidden cameras, microphones? A child throwing themselves at him like this had to be some kind of blackmail, although he was too frazzled to fully think the situation out.

"Why not?" she asked as she managed to climb on top of him, and practically shove her prepubescent chest into his face.

Loid finally moved his hand away to grab her and lift her up, and then he was frozen in place.

"See?! Look at me! Look at how well it fits, look at how…s-s-sexy it is!!" she cried.

The worst part was that Loid couldn't deny. Twilight had never had much interest in sex, after all, what good was sex other than a way to get blackmailed with a child or photographs? However, in recent months, Loid Forger had felt long-time urges reemerge. Spending so much time with a woman as gorgeous as Yor did that to a man, and as he looked at Becky's scantily clad form, the thoughts of blackmail and ethics slowly melted away. She was an underdeveloped, 'innocent' girl, but she was a girl, and at this point, that was enough for Loid Forger.

She felt a shudder run through her body as the air itself in the room shifted. "D-Do you think…I'm pretty, now?"

"I-I-I don't know-" Loid lied as he set her back down. Rationality wrestled with the blood and emotion flowing in his veins as he stumbled into the couch, away from the little girl.

"Y-You can look, o-or even…touch…i-if you want…" God, despite how much she'd practiced the words, it still made her face turn bright red to actually say it.

"Becky, you need to leave," Loid replied, doing his best to put his foot down in spite of how much he wanted to do so much more.

"No."

"W-what?"

"If you toss me out, I'll scream, and dressed like this…"

Loid looked down at her. "A-are you blackmailing me!?"

"Only because you won't admit your feelings!!"

"Stop psychoanalyzing me, you're a grade schooler!"

"I…what?" Becky asked, unsure what that word meant.

Loid sighed. "Look, Becky, whoever told you to do this, it won't work-"

"I LOVE YOU, YOU DUMMY!"

Loid shook his head. "No, Becky, listen, if you tell me who put you up to this-"

"WHY DON'T YOU GET IT?!" she screamed. "NOBODY PUT ME UP TO THIS! I JUST LOVE YOU!"

Loid's blush grew as he choked out a response. "You mean it?"

"More than anything!!" she cried.

Loid sat down on the couch, overwhelmed and, for the first time, quite frightened. But unlike in the past, where it was guns and poison and the fate of his nation, this time, it was his own feelings that scared him.

"I know there's…a bit of an age gap, but…does that matter when it comes to true love?" she asked as she walked over to him again, and placed a hand on his knee.

"Yes," Loid replied, although unlike usual, the flatness betrayed the insincerity of the response.

"I'm just asking for a chance. And…this." She gently grabbed his hand and placed it against her chest, above her heart. It was large enough to cover nearly the entire thing.

"You're asking for your chest?"

"I'm asking for your touch."

"B-Becky I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Just go away!" Loid continued insisting, although he could feel his resistance giving away like how cliffsides fell away under repeated blasts from the ocean.

She climbed onto his lap and before he could stop her, she pushed her body against his chest. "FEEL ME!"

"That's not the issue here-" Loid replied even as he gripped the couch to keep his hands from wandering.

"JUST DO IT!" Her patience growing thin, the girl grabbed his large hand and thrust it against her chest, shivering at his warm touch.

Loid didn't speak, but he didn't pull away either, as if Becky initiating the action made it okay.

She took a shaky breath. "How does it feel?"

"I-I won't say that," Loid replied as he looked around again for cameras or microphones. Somehow, the fact there weren't any made the situation worse.

"It's just us. Please…tell me, how do I feel?" Becky said softly as she grabbed his other hand to put it on her chest as well. She was now sure he could feel her heartbeat.

"Soft."

The girl smiled. "Do you want to touch…more, then?"

Loid didn't respond, but one of his hands did brush up against her lower back.

"You can do whatever you want me, Mr. Forger. Please."

In response, Loid pulled the not-so innocent little girl into the first kiss of her life.

She squealed at first, but quickly found herself absolutely melting. Her body felt like puddy in his arms as she brought her hands up to hold his cheeks. She pushed herself into the kiss as her entire body heated up.

Then, Loid acted. Both of his hands gripped at what few, slutty clothes she had left and quite literally ripped them off of her body; leaving small piles of black fabric on the carpet in front of the couch as she was now completely naked on the man's lap.

At first, Becky went still, mostly from shock. Then, she pulled away from the kiss and reflexively covered her chest as her cheeks turned a bright red. She didn't scream or even get off of him, she just stared as embarrassment flooded her body, as well as a sudden realization that maybe she'd taken it too far.

She was tossed onto the next cushion like she weighed nothing as Loid stood up and quickly undid his pants, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them. At that point, Becky could finally see the bulge that had been forming in his briefs.

Yeah, maybe she'd gone too far, but yet…some part of her was…excited. She'd heard whispers about how men's anatomy was different from women's, and now she was about to get to see it for herself. She slowly lowered her hands away from herself and, trying to mimic what she'd seen in her brief research, slowly spread her legs for him, though it shamed her to do so. If anyone who knew her saw her now…

Then, Loid pulled his briefs down, and for the first time, she saw a man's penis.

Suddenly, Becky was regretting her decisions.

The organ was massive. To her frazzled brain, it looked almost as long as her arm. It pulsed and throbbed as she stared at it, and she swallowed a hard lump in her throat. It almost looked like a monster, the pink head at the tip staring down at her menacingly. "W-Wow…"

As soon as Loid was naked from the waist down, he didn't waste any time. He climbed back onto the couch and leered over Becky, that stoic expression he always wore betraying little emotion but conveying to Becky that this wasn't the Loid she normally knew. His cock rested on her flat stomach, both forcing her to feel the heat and weight of the organ as well as reinforcing just how small she was compared to it.

The girl had a vague idea of what was next, but she was suddenly having doubts seeing it and how big it was compared to her. "I…d-do you…I…I don't…think it'll…fit…"

Loid replied by clasping a hand over her mouth, pinning her to the couch and preventing her from speaking. Then, with his other hand, he gripped the base of his cock and slid it down her body until it poked against her dripping pussy.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the girth poking her. She tried to speak, but his hand was too large, and she couldn't pry it off. All she could do was brace herself.

The worst part was that the pain didn't immediately come. Instead, his cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot as he used his other hand to paw at her flat chest, pinching at her nipples and digging his nails into the skin as if he was testing her reactions.

The girl knew deep down these were sensations she shouldn't be experiencing, but at the same time, it felt absolutely incredible. Her body twisted and begged for more, and even his hand couldn't fully contain the moans that began to slip from her lips.

"Intriguing," Loid muttered as his hand slid further down, brushing against her stomach and inadvertently tickling her, before it stopped at her pussy. Gently, the man slid two fingers inside of the girl; well, as gently as he could. The feeling of two fingers inside of her was already as filling as her 'innocent' mind could imagine.

Her legs clamped close around his wrist as she lifted nearly her entire lower body, gasping and trying to pry his hand away from her mouth.

The older man made a kind of 'beckoning' motion with his fingers, and in the process, he rocked Becky's world like it had never been rocked before. The girl, with her illicit fixation on such an older man, was vaguely familiar with the pleasure that came from touching that part of her body in the bath, but nothing to the degree of this. Her mind felt like it was fraying with every explosion in her nerves that seemed to bounce from her core to her brain.

Any ounce of struggling she had left in her body vanished as she could comprehend anything anymore. Anything except for the pleasure the man was giving her, and the ecstasy flowing through her veins.

Then, just as it felt like the little girl would reach the first orgasm of her short life, he stopped. His hand ceased its motion and instead replaced it with a kind of levering as his two fingers pried her cunt further open.

She had a sharp intake of breath as she was robbed of her finish. Her mind seemed to clear, even if only for the moment. "Mmmmf?" she tried to ask.

Then, it happened. It turned out what he had done was to try and prep her the best they could for the massive penis now invading her petite entrance.

Becky's body became rigid as unimaginable pain rocketed through her in that instant. She screamed, but it was still muffled by the man's hand, and she then suddenly started to thrash in agony.

Whatever gentleness Loid was going to use for this liason was thrown out the window as soon as the pleasure of fucking a child shot through his body. His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts that sent shockwaves of agony throughout Becky's body.

Becky continued to scream for a long time as every movement was like red hot spikes in her nerves.

Yet eventually, as they went further on, it began to fade. It was still more pain than she'd ever felt in her life, but it was ebbing away, and something else was starting to take its place. Something better, flooding through her like a drug.

At the same time, more and more of his cock impossibly buried itself into the girl's wet pussy; filling the living room with the sounds of a child being absolutely claimed by an adult man. Loid's feelings only revealed themselves in the subtle exhaling that passed as moaning from him, but that was enough to send Becky's heart soaring.

After enough time had passed, the pain had almost completely ceased. All that was left was the girl begging for more as her body was filled to the brim with his hot, hard flesh. She wanted more and more and more and he gave her as much as he could.

Soon, both of them released at the same time; with Becky's first ever orgasm meeting Loid filling her with cum.

She felt it fill her completely and explode out the sides as her body lurched with its own eruption. Bliss clouded everything from her thoughts to her vision, and as soon as Loid was done and pulled out, she collapsed onto the couch, panting and trembling.

Loid cuddled her close and embraced the warmth. It would certainly take an immense effort to cover things up, and to have further liasons with the girl, but what was one more double-life for Twilight anyways?