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Art Snippet: Old Neighbor by AiSouls

I'll occasionally release small portions of my art commissions to the Supporter tier. You guys deserve to get a little taste of my stories visualized! How many images will depend on how big the set is, so if there are 15, there will be about 5. The full sets are accessible to Super Supporter tier members.

For this one, I'll add a few extra images for you to enjoy 😊

Odyssey of Hannah and Laena Image Set Teaser

The full set will be available once I get chapter 8 finished!

An Alien Enslavement Ch. 04 (Official)

Emma and Ava settle into their new roles as Gornu's loyal autumn foxes, and a new girl is brought into the fold, one of royal blood.

Note: Let me know if the links don't work.

Updates! 🚨

Hey guys! Here's an update on things I've got going so far:

• Alien Enslavement Ch. 04 should be ready by this weekend.

• Starting Simian Encounter Ch. 02 after.

• Currently working on continuing the Odyssey of Hannah and Laena in the background. I'll update you guys on that soon.

• What Love Allows Ch. 02 will be next after I finish Simian Encounter.

Art Commissions Updates:

• I commissioned an Odyssey of Hannah and Laena set. I'm pleased about how it turned out. Will post it once this new chapter is ready.

• The next set will be from What Love Allows!

Update/Poll 🚨

I'm currently writing Alien Enslavement 4. I'll have a beta ready by the weekend. In the meantime, I'll let you guys decide what story you want me to write next. It's either A Simian Encounter 2 or an original story titled, Akane's Hunger (placeholder name).

Brief synopsis for this story:

Akane is a demon who walks unnoticed among humans, drawn to the quiet depravity hidden in their hearts. When a desperate, lust-driven man named Daichi confronts her one night, she chooses not to resist but to indulge his desires. He believes he’s claimed her, keeping her in his small Tokyo apartment as his captive and lover. What he doesn’t see is that Akane allows it—intrigued by his hunger, feeding on the lust and obsession he pours into her.

As days blur into nights, her presence infects him, granting him impossible stamina and unending virility. They spend hours locked together, bodies slick with sweat, trapped in a cycle of pleasure and control neither can escape. To Daichi, she’s submission made flesh; to Akane, he’s nourishment, using his depravity to satiate her hunger.

Character Appearance: Makima (Chainsaw Man)

Updates! 🚨

Hey guys! With the final chapter of Old Neighbor complete, here's what I have planned and additional updates.

News:

• Foreign Temptations Ch. 04 (Finale) is now available in the free story archive. Here's the link: Foreign Temptations Story Links

• I'm gonna take some time to edit some of my stories that are not on Literotica yet. No exact dates are available for when they will be released, as Lit takes a long time to approve my stories. However, I'll let you know when it's up.

Story Updates:

• Currently deciding what story to write next. I'll do a poll, perhaps.

• Considering doing a smutty little short story, I've been wanting to write something new.

Art Commission Updates:

• I have an Old Neighbor set getting ready to be made soon from that new artist I found. I'll keep you guys updated on that.

• My 3D art commission concept has already been set, I'm just waiting for them to start production.

• I'll post a poll for the next set soon!

The Old Neighbor: Epilogue

Author's Note: It's been a pleasure writing this naughty story, but all good things come to an end eventually. This final chapter wraps up Sarah and Albert's story neatly. I'll consider writing small shorts about their new life, but for now, I'll leave things how it is. Thanks for your support, and stay tuned for what I have next on the horizon!

Some time had passed since the divorce was finalized. Sarah kept to herself, refusing to see anyone for a while. She made it clear that she just needed time to herself to process what had happened. Everyone, for the most part, respected that, and she had some relative peace and quiet with her little family. 

Albert was there for her; he practically lived at the house now, and that was enough for her. They were happy in their strange, twisted way. They fucked as often as they could, sneaking in moments whenever it was Alice’s nap time. Her pregnancy with their second went along smoothly. He doted on her belly every night, telling her how proud he was, how perfect she was for carrying his children. 

When the time came, she gave birth to another daughter, Sammy. She was tiny, with pink skin and blonde hair, and shared her mother’s pretty green eyes. Alice adored her new baby sister, constantly patting her head and tugging at her blanket. 

Life seemed steady, even happier now without all the lies. The house bustled with the laughter of children, Albert’s gravelly voice calling Sarah “his woman,” and the quiet rhythm of his new family. For Albert, it was a dream come true in his own, depraved way. The old man had gone from leering at his neighbor’s wife across the fence to bedding her every night and raising two beautiful children he thought he’d never have. He often sat in the rocking chair on the porch with Alice on one knee and Sammy in his arms, smirking like a man who had it all. 

But things took a sharp turn one chilly afternoon. Sarah had just put Sammy down for a nap when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Wiping her hands on her sweater, she padded barefoot to the door and opened it without thinking. 

Her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing on the porch with a polite smile and a bag of groceries in hand, was her mother. 

“Surprise, sweetie!” she said warmly. “I know you said you don’t want to see anyone, but I couldn’t stay away any longer from my one and only daughter.”

Sarah froze, the color draining from her face as her heart hammered in her chest. For the first time in months, the walls of her carefully kept secret life trembled. And behind her, Albert’s familiar voice drifted lazily from the kitchen. 

“Who’s at the door, darlin'?”

Her mother’s brow furrowed as she looked past Sarah at the wiry old man behind her. 

Sarah’s heart pounded so hard that she felt like she was passing out. Of all the days, why today? Why now? She gripped the doorframe tightly, but her mother’s sharp green eyes had already gleamed with suspicious curiosity as she stared at the old man in his faded polo and shorts. 

“That’s your neighbor, isn’t it?” her mother asked, her tone pointed but curious. 

Sarah swallowed hard, panic swelling in her chest. “Um… yes, this is Albert. Albert, this is my mother,” she said quickly, gesturing toward him. “He’s… he’s been helping me out around the house. Fixing things and keeping me company since, you know…” Her words trailed off, the excuse flimsy but believable enough to her mother’s ears so far. 

Albert gave his usual half-smirk and nodded politely, though Sarah caught the edge of amusement in his faded blue eyes.

Her mother’s gaze lingered on him a little longer, skeptical, before she finally brushed past Sarah without invitation, grocery bags swinging at her side. “Well, that’s kind of you,” she said slowly as she stepped inside the house. 

Sarah’s stomach tightened as her mom slipped deeper and placed the bags on a nearby table. She faced Albert, her eyes falling squarely on the wiry old man before extending a greeting hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Albert. I’m Marjorie,” her mother said, her tone clipped but polite. 

Albert let out a small chuckle, the kind that always sounded a little too knowing as he reached out and shook her hand. “Well now, Marjorie… I can see where Sarah gets her looks from,” he said smoothly, his aged eyes twinkling with mischief under the veil of politeness. 

Marjorie only let out a warm laugh at Albert’s words, her sharp edges softening. “Well, thank you, that’s very kind of you,” she said, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. Without lingering, she turned her attention elsewhere, eyes already scanning the house. 

Sarah trailed after her frantically, her pulse hammering. She shot Albert a pointed, warning look as she passed, as if to say, 'Not now, don’t push it.' He only smirked faintly, folding his arms as he watched the scene unfold.

Marjorie wandered into the living room, and her eyes swept across the room until finally landing on Alice, sprawled happily on the playmat. The little girl squealed and kicked her feet, reaching up as soon as she recognized her grandmother. 

“There you are, my sweet angel,” Marjorie cooed, dropping to her knees and scooping Alice in her arms. The baby gurgled with delight, patting her grandmother’s cheeks as Marjorie laughed softly, kissing her chubby cheeks over and over. 

“I missed you so so much! Your mother is being selfish and keeping you all to herself,” she continued as she bounced Alice. 

Sarah stood watching, wringing her hands. Relief and dread tangled inside her. As heartwarming as the moment was, she prayed desperately that her mother wouldn’t wander further into the house and discover her secret second child sleeping upstairs.

She forced herself to smile as her mom sat cross-legged on the rug, bouncing Alice on her lap and making silly faces that sent the baby into squeals of laughter. “She’s gotten so big,” Marjorie said proudly, brushing Alice’s curls back. “I can’t believe I’ve missed this much.”

“Yeah… she’s growing fast,” Sarah managed, kneeling nearby, trying to keep her voice steady. Her eyes, though, kept darting at Albert. He had settled himself nearby at the edge of the couch as if this were the most normal thing in the world. 

“So, Albert, how long have you been helping Sarah out?” Marjorie asked with polite curiosity.

Albert smiled and shrugged. “Oh, on and off for a while now. Even more so with everything that had happened. She’s got her hands full; I just try to make things easier for her.”

Sarah broke into a shaky laugh. She shot him another warning glare, her eyes begging him to stop there. He caught it and smirked teasingly but didn’t say more.

Sarah excused herself, trying to look busy. She slipped upstairs to peek into Sammy’s room, making sure her baby girl was still asleep, then she hurried back down, pretending she had gone up to fetch blankets or toys. 

Marjorie lingered longer than Sarah had expected. At first, it seemed harmless as she just played with Alice on the rug, cooing and kissing her cheeks, but as the afternoon stretched, her mother’s sharp eyes began to take everything in. 

From the corner of the room, she noticed the little things. A folded polo that definitely wasn’t Alex’s, on top of a neat pile in a basket. A couple of pairs of men’s shoes by the door, not her former son-in-law’s size. A coffee mug on the counter with a chipped veteran’s emblem she’d never seen in Sarah’s cupboards before. 

For a man who was “just helping out,” Albert sure had a lot of his life scattered around here. 

Sarah tried to stay close, fussing over Alice, moving laundry, bringing drinks, but she caught her mom’s gaze drifting, watching carefully. Observing. And then Sarah’s stomach dropped when she noticed that Marjorie focused her attention on Albert’s hand resting sneakily on her as he leaned in to ask something. Too casual. Not the kind of touch neighbors shared. 

Sarah felt her skin prickle. She gave him another sharp look, quickly brushing his hand away. Albert just rumbled a low laugh and walked away.

Marjorie didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she sat back, her smile thinner now, her green eyes quietly dissecting the scene. She saw the little pauses in their conversations, the way Sarah’s cheeks flushed when Albert teased her, and the subtle tension that oddly lingered in the air every time they looked at each other.

With each small detail, her suspicion grew heavier. By the time Sarah’s mom set Alice back on the playmat and folded her arms, there was a glint in her eye Sarah hadn’t seen since she was a girl in trouble. 

The moment was already tense when it happened. Just as Marjorie was watching Albert a little too closely, the house shifted with a faint but unmistakable sound. A muffled whimper, then the creak of something upstairs. 

Sarah froze. Her blood went cold. 

“Uh—I’ll be right back,” she blurted, darting up from the couch and upstairs before she could ask. She took the stairs two steps at a time, her heart pounding as the cries became louder. 

In the nursery, Sammy was red-faced and restless, her little fists balled tight. Sarah scooped her up at once, pressing the baby to her chest, bouncing her gently as she whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie… It’s okay, mommy is here.”

Panic set in as Sarah tried to settle the baby down before her mother grew too curious. Every sob from Sammy felt like an alarm bell ringing straight downstairs.

She rested her cheek against the baby’s soft head, trying to hush her, rocking her side to side if sheer will might silence her. But no matter how she soothed, Sammy’s cries carried through the quiet house, bleeding more toward the living room downstairs. 

Sarah closed her eyes, clothing tighter as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. She needed an excuse, anything simple and believable if worse came to worst. But she froze in place, hearing the faint shift of voices, then sudden footsteps on the hardwood stairs. 

Her heart pounded even harder as the footsteps climbed the stairs. She nudged the cracked door shut and pressed her shoulder to the frame as she urgently bounced Sammy. 

“Albert?” she called out cautiously. If it were him, maybe he’d distract her mom and buy her some more time. 

But it wasn’t.

“Sarah?” Marjorie’s voice came muffled from the other side, edged with suspicion. “What’s going on in there?”

Sarah swallowed, hushing her baby nervously in her arms. “N-nothing, mom! Just—give me a second!” 

But Sammy wasn’t helping. Her cries pitched higher, the unmistakable sound filling the small room. 

“Mom, please—”

“Sarah, let me in!”

The push grew stronger; Sarah’s feet slid an inch across the carpet as she tried to hold it shut. Sammy wailed against her shoulder, tiny fists grabbing at her sweater.

And then, with one sharp shove, Marjorie forced her way through. The door banged against the wall, and Sarah stumbled back a step, clutching Sammy tight.

Her mother’s eyes widened at once. There, in her daughter’s arms, was a baby she had never met. A baby with downy blonde curls, flushed cheeks, and familiar green eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Marjorie’s face hardened as she stepped closer. Her eyes looked over the baby in disbelief, then flicked back up to Sarah with a sharp, cutting glare.

“What the hell is going on, Sarah?” she demanded, her voice quivering with fury. “When did this happen? How long? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

Sammy’s voice echoed off the walls, high-pitched and frantic, but Marjorie's voice only rose above it all. She reached out, almost on instinct, brushing a finger against the baby’s chubby arm. Her touch was tender, but her eyes were ablaze.

“You’ve been hiding a whole child from us?” she snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me? Tell us? Your father won’t be exactly happy about this.”

Sarah’s knees felt weak. She bounced Sammy desperately, murmuring nonsense to try to soothe her, but her own tears threatened to spill. “Mom, please—”

“Please, what?” Marjorie shot back, her hands gesturing wildly. “Please don’t be angry? Please don’t ask questions?” My god, Sarah… look at me. You have another baby in this house, and you never said a word! How the hell did you manage to keep this a secret?”

“I—” Sarah stammered, her lips trembling. “I didn’t know how to… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Marjorie scoffed, her laugh sharp and humorless. “You didn’t know how to tell your own mother that she has another grandchild? That you’ve been, what? Living in secrecy for nearly a year? Lying to everyone?” She shook her head, eyes burning. “You don’t get to hide something like this, Sarah. You don’t.”

Sarah’s stomach churned. Her eyes flicked toward the hallway where Albert was surely listening, and then back to her mother’s piercing gaze. Her throat felt like it was closing. 

She had no idea how to answer this without feeling heavy with guilt. 

Her mother blinked hard, her breath catching as she looked again at Sammy, then at Sarah. Her voice dropped low, measured, like she was piecing things together in real time.

“If I didn’t know about this, I assume Alex doesn’t know either,” she claimed. “This happened right before everything, huh?”

Sarah’s mouth parted, her throat dry. She hesitated, searching for a way out, then gave a small, shaky nod. “Yes,” she whispered, “it did...”

But it came too slow, too strained. And her mother caught it instantly with her maternal intuition.

Marjorie narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Sarah Mae Taylor. Not about this.” She gestured sharply at the baby, who was still fussing against Sarah’s shoulders. “I can see it all over your face. Something’s not right. What aren’t you telling me?”

Sarah’s chest heaved as her breath sharpened. She bounced Sammy nervously, whispering to calm her. “Mom, please… Can we do this another time? It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated?” Marjorie pressed, stepping closer, her green eyes flashing just like Sarah’s when she was cornered. “You’re my daughter. You think I can’t tell when you’re lying? Tell me what’s going on, now!”

“Mom…” Sarah’s voice cracked. Her eyes stung with tears. “I—I can’t.”

“You will,” Marjorie shot back, her tone trembling with sternness and heartbreak. “If not for me, then for her. For that baby in your arms. She deserves the truth.”

The silence between them stretched, broken only by Sammy’s soft sobs. Sarah’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her grip on her baby became so tight her knuckles were white. 

Finally, she exhaled, her whole body sagging as if the weight of the secrets she’d been tucking away had suddenly crushed her all at once. Her voice was barely a whisper when it came out.

“The baby’s not Alex’s, Mom. She’s Albert’s…”

For a moment, the room was frozen. Marjorie just stared at her, then at the whimpering infant in her arms, her lips parting in disbelief. “Albert? The neighbor? The man downstairs?”

Sarah nodded, a sob catching in her throat.

Downstairs, Albert’s gravelly laugh echoed faintly. Alice had paused mid-play, her little face turned toward the ceiling at the sound of raised voices. Albert knelt down quickly, pressing a stuffed animal into her hands, distracting her with a cheerful growl and silly voice. Her giggles rang out, muffling the tension that seeped from above.

Back in the nursery, Marjorie’s eyes narrowed, her shock hardening into something heavier as she grasped what her daughter revealed. “So, you’re telling me… you were with him while you were still married? You cheated on Alex. I thought you were happy with him!”

Sarah’s shoulders slumped as the words pierced straight through her. She clutched Sammy closer, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t plan for it, mom. I swear I didn’t. But Alex wasn’t there anymore. He worked all the time, he barely looked at me the way I wanted, and he never touched me. I was so lonely, and Albert… he gave me attention. He made me feel wanted again.” Her voice broke. “I know, it’s fucked up… I’m sorry.”

But Marjorie didn’t soften. Her sharp eyes flicked across Sarah’s face, and she sensed the shame went deeper than she revealed. “No,” she said slowly, her voice cool and cutting. “That’s not all. There’s more, isn’t there?”

Sarah shook her head at first, trembling. “Mom, please—”

“There is,” Marjorie pressed, her voice firmer, resolute. “I know that look, Sarah. You’re still holding something back. Tell me.”

The pressure cracked Sarah. Overwhelmed by guilt, she let out a sob and buried her face against Sammy’s soft hair. “It goes back further than Sammy,” she whispered. “I’ve been with Albert… for longer than just the past several months.”

Marjorie’s breath hitched. “How long, then?”

Sarah took a deep breath. “Nearly two years.”

Her mother’s breath hitched again. She blinked, stunned, then slowly, as if pulling the threads together, her mind leapt to the unspoken. Her gaze sharpened, and her voice became cautious and shaky. 

“Sarah… no… is Alice even Alex’s?”

Back downstairs, Albert sat cross-legged on the carpet with Alice perched on his knee. He bounced her gently, his wrinkled hand on her back to keep her steady as she tugged at his collar. Every so often, he’d glance at the stairs that led up to where the faint sounds of the voices he could hear were coming from. He smirked to himself, humming a little tune as he shook a rattle to keep Alice’s attention. 

Upstairs, the nursery was heavy with suffocating tension as Sarah poured everything out to her mother. Her words hung in the air; every secret and sin being dragged out to the light. Marjorie had gone pale, standing stiff with her arms folded as though she needed to hold herself together.

“You lied to me, to your father, to everyone,” Marjorie said at last, her voice low and trembling. “All this time, you let us believe…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But you were right about Alex. God help, the more I think about it, the more I see it. He wasn’t around. He was never around. And after everything that’s come out about those… sex parties at his company—” Her lips pursed, her face twisting. “Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. But still…”

Sarah sat down heavily in the rocking chair, clutching Sammy close and bouncing her against her chest. Her green eyes brimmed with tears as she rocked, whispering apologies that spilled out more like pleas. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, Mom… I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’m sorry.”

For a long moment, Marjorie just stared at her daughter before her, raw and undone with shame, with a secret baby from a man Sarah had been having an affair with. She felt angry, betrayed, and disappointed. But beneath it all, she still saw her little girl, the one she had raised, who now looked so small beneath the weight of everything.

Marjorie’s chest rose and fell in long, steadying breaths. She let her arms drop from her chest and stepped closer. “She’s still my granddaughter,” she said firmly, her tone softer. “Despite how you may have… conceived her.”

Sarah blinked, her lip trembling as she nodded, unable to speak. 

Majorie exhaled once more, a long sigh that seemed to drain the tension between them. Then, with a gentleness that broke her stern mask, she held out her arms. “Let me hold her, Sarah.”

Sammy stirred at the shift in the room, her small head turning. Slowly and carefully, Sarah placed her into her mother’s waiting arms. 

Marjorie cradled her, her expression softening as she rocked the baby closely. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, though her eyesight was still slightly dazed by the high emotions of everything she’d just learned. “What’s her name?”

Sarah sniffled, wiping some stray tears with her thumb. “Sammy,” she said, her voice cracked and wobbly as she smiled. 

When they finally came back downstairs, Sarah’s eyes were still red, her lashes damp from all her crying earlier. Her mother followed from behind, cradling Sammy close to her chest.

Albert looked up from where he sat on the rug with Alice, bouncing her on his knee. His smirk faltered when Sarah leered at him, her eyes stabbing daggers into him for not putting in an effort to stop her mother from going upstairs. He only tilted his head slightly, shrugging as if to say, What did you expect me to do?

Marjorie wasted no time confronting him. She gave Sammy back to Sarah and shot an equally, if not sharper, glare at Albert. “You and I need to have a word,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. 

Albert raised a brow, but he shifted Alice off his lap and stood, folding his wiry arms across his chest. “Sure,” he said smoothly, though he did feel an edge of uneasiness prickling up his neck. 

Majorie didn’t mince her words as she walked him over toward one of the guest rooms downstairs. “You’re an old man who took advantage of my daughter when she was married! You wiggled your way into her life, and now…” she gestured sharply at the living room, “...now there are children in the middle of this mess. I assume you’re well aware that they are yours. And don’t try to lie, because Sarah told me everything.”

Albert chuckled, scratching his jaw, taking this surprisingly well. “With all due respect, Marjorie, your daughter isn’t some lost lamb. She came to me as much as I came to her. And those kids? They’re mine. I take care of them. I take care of her.”

Marjorie’s eyes narrowed as she chewed her cheek, surprised at how committed this old bastard was. “Well… you better. ‘Cause this is your responsibility.”

Sarah sat stiffly on the couch, eavesdropping on their muffled conversation. She sat back, staring at the ceiling as she bounced Sammy with Alice tugging at her legs, hoping to just be swallowed by the cushions. 

After a long stretch of sharp words and heavy silence in the guest room, Marjorie finally stepped out with Albert at her side. Her face was stern, her lips pressed in a thin line, though there was a weariness in her eyes that Sarah hadn’t seen before. Albert, for his part, looked almost amused, as though he took glory from his naughty deeds being discovered. 

Marjorie let out a tired sigh as she moved toward Sarah. Without asking, she held out her arms. Still seated on the couch, Sarah hesitated for a moment before passing Sammy over. Her mother cradled the baby close, rocking her softly, her expression softening just a touch as she looked down at her second granddaughter. 

“You’ve put me in a terrible position, Sarah,” she said quietly, not looking up. “This is not something we can just sweep away. You’re not even close to off the hook with me, Missy. You are going to tell your father everything. He deserves to know. As for the other relatives… I guess we’ll have to figure that all out.”

Sarah’s stomach knotted. “But mom—”

“No,” Marjorie cut her off firmly. “You’ve hidden enough. This family can’t live under lies anymore. If you want me to stand by you, then you have to be honest with him, no matter how much it hurts.”

Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but the words never left her tongue. She just nodded faintly. 

Marjorie then shifted her gaze to Albert. He leaned casually against the doorway. She studied him for a moment before speaking.

“As for you,” she said, her tone sharp but measured, “you’ve tied yourself into this whether you planned to or not. You don’t get to vanish when it’s convenient. You will be there for her and those children. Every single day, in every way, they need you. You’re in this situation deep already, Albert. There’s no backing out now.”

Albert’s lips twitched into something more serious. He gave a short, understanding nod, his voice rough but assuring. “Don’t worry about that. I ain’t going anywhere.”

Marjorie looked back down at Sammy, kissing the baby’s forehead with a sigh. She had a lot to think about, more than she ever imagined when she decided to stop by unannounced. For now, though, she held her granddaughter close, her heart torn between anger, disappointment, and a stubborn, unshakable love for the family she’d just discovered in pieces. 

-

Some time passed, enough for the worst of the storm to settle. It hadn’t been easy for Sarah. Her family’s trust had been shattered, and the first weeks were filled with phone calls, arguments, and long silences that seemed never to end. A few relatives stopped speaking to her altogether, their disapproval too sharp to overcome. But the people who mattered most—her parents, her brothers, and her closest friends—came around.

It wasn’t forgiveness exactly, but a kind of weary acceptance. And the scandal with Alex had made it easier for them to understand. Once the truth about his affairs, the sex parties, and all the corruption at his company came to light, it painted a picture that explained Sarah’s choices in a way that would somewhat justify them. 

But alas, Sarah and Albert had a clean slate to start fresh. They slowly and quietly moved. They sold their houses and left their old neighborhood. Packing up was surreal. She often stared at her garden, where it all started. It felt like ages ago when he seduced her with that stupid, brash bet he tricked her into accepting.

But when the last box was sealed and the moving truck pulled away, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years: freedom. 

Their new town was a bit smaller and quieter. A fresh start where people had no idea who they were, and how their relationship began. A place where Alice and Sammy could grow without the shadow of Alex or without having to hear nasty rumors about how their parents became a couple. 

Albert was almost giddy about everything, strutting around their new house like a man who had won the lottery. “Fresh walls, fresh neighbors, fresh start, hehe,” he rasped, his hand always finding its way around Sarah’s waist. “We get to do this our way now, darlin’.”

And though Sarah rolled her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. For everything that brought them together, they landed here. A strange family that many would find unconventional and debauched if they knew how it all started. But that was the beauty of this town. No one knew. And they were ready to get settled into this new life. 

-

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the clock ticking and the baby monitor buzzing in the background. Albert lay sprawled naked across their new bed, hands folded behind his head, the sheets pushed lazily down to his thighs. 

From the bathroom, Sarah’s voice carried through the open arch. “We need to do a proper grocery run tomorrow, baby. We’re almost out of milk, and Alice has been asking about those cereal bars again.”

Albert smirked, staring at the ceiling. “Fine, groceries. But could we keep the list shorter this time? I’m trying not to break my back lugging all that stuff into the house.”

Sarah chuckled under her breath as she brushed her hair in the mirror, slipping into her nightly routine. “And Alice wants to go to the park after. Can you take her? She’s been going on about the swings all day.”

“Park, groceries, got it, love,” Albert said with mock patience, though there was an edge of impatience in his tone. His faded blue eyes flicked toward the archway, where he could see the reflection of Sarah in the mirror. “But hurry up, sweetheart. I’m aching for you.”

Sarah sighed, amused. “You can’t even go one night without complaining, can you?”

“Nope, Albert shot back without hesitation. “Not when I’ve got you in my bed.”

A moment later, the bathroom light flicked off. Sarah stepped out wearing her robe, cinched loosely around her waist. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, damp from her shower, her skin soft and glowing under the dim lamplight.

Albert propped himself up on his elbows, his grin widening. “Mmm, there she is.”

She rolled her pretty green eyes at him but, at the same time, displayed the faintest little smirk. With a small shake of her head, she tugged at the tie around her waist and let the robe slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

Albert's breath sharpened with anticipation, and his cock twitched to life as he drank up her nude form. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he uttered, reaching a hand toward her. 

Sarah climbed into bed and stretched out lazily beside him. Her hand drifted over his stomach, sliding down until her fingers found and curled around his cock, stroking him slowly until he groaned.

Their mouths met, messy and hungry, their lips colliding in a sloppy kiss. Albert’s bony hands roamed her body, rough palms squeezing her hips possessively as their tongues slid together. 

When she broke away for air, his gaze dropped instantly between her sweet thighs. He licked his lips as he stared at her smooth, bare pussy under the dim light. “Goddamn,” he grunted, his voice rough and low, “love how you keep that kitty smooth for me.”

Sarah smirked faintly, still pumping him slowly in her hand, enjoying the way his cock twitched under her touch. She leaned in again, locking lips and twirling her tongue against his.

She shifted lower on the bed, her hand never leaving his cock as their kisses broke into hot breaths and words. 

“Hmm, you’re so eager for me,” she purred, stroking his shaft harder, feeling him throb under her palm.

Albert let out a gravelly chuckle, his voice rumbling with desire. “Been waiting all day for this, baby. Look at you… my sexy little slut, crawling into bed just to take care of me.” His fingers brushed through her damp blonde hair, tugging gently as he tilted his chin down to watch her every move.

Sarah smirked up at him, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Your slut, huh? You sure do act like you own me.”

His lips curled into that familiar, crooked grin. “Damn right, I do. Who else keeps you this wet? Who else puts babies in you?”

The words made her press her thighs together as she kissed his chest, trailing her lips lower and lower. She moved over his ribs, down to his stomach, each kiss wetter and slower until she reached the thick base of his cock. 

Albert groaned, propping himself up on an elbow to get a better look. “That’s it… Take care of your old man.”

Sarah dragged her tongue along his veiny shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin. She kissed up his length before wrapping her lush lips around his swollen, leaking head, sliding him into her mouth inch by inch. His hand tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around him.

“Fuck, that’s good… yes… augh… Sarah…” he rasped, his hips twitching upward. 

She pulled off just long enough to smirk, stroking him with one hand while her other hand cupped his heavy balls. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in and sucked one into her mouth, then the other, rolling them on her tongue before moving back up his shaft. 

Albert let out a guttural moan, his head tipping back against the pillow. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me blow if you keep going like that. Augh… aahh… suck my cock and balls like a good little whore.”

Sarah hummed around him, the vibrations making him twitch harder in her mouth. She worked him slowly, deliberately, savoring every reaction as his grip in her hair grew firmer, and his breath grew heavier and more ragged with each skillful bob.

She moved in deep, circular motions, her lips sliding down his shaft until his cock pulsed hard in her throat. His groans grew louder, his hips starting to buck, and she could feel him getting close. Just as he was about to cum, she pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Albert growled in frustration, his cock throbbing in her slick hand. “Augh—what the hell are you stoppin’ for? I was about to bust.”

Smirking, she crawled up over him, straddling his narrow hips. She pressed his length against her soaked slit, grinding slowly as she stroked him with one hand, keeping the head just shy of slipping inside. 

“Because,” she teased, biting her lip. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Albert grunted, his hands gripping her thighs as he looked up at her impatiently. “Better be good, because I’m dying here.”

She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, “I’m back on the pill.”

His faded blue eyes snapped wide as a rough sound rumbled from him. “Eh? The hell for? After everything?”

Sarah grinned, rolling her hips against him, teasing his cock with slow pumps. “Because I’m not trying to have ten kids before I hit thirty, Albert,” she said, her tone both playful and firm. 

He growled, his fingers sinking into her skin tightly. “Damn it, girl, you were made for me to fill up.”

Her lips curled into a sly smile. She leaned close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Then make me your wife. You want to knock me up again? Put a ring on my finger.”

Albert’s breath hitched, his eyes locking onto hers. The way she said it, biting her lip, stroking his cock against her wet pussy, sent a shiver of raw hunger through him. For once, the old bastard was caught off guard, his jaw tightening as he stared up at the woman straddling him.

Before he could even get a word out, Sarah shifted her hips and guided his cock inside her, slowly sinking down on him until he was buried to the hilt. His grunt was low and primal, his hands instantly shooting up to grab her ass to anchor himself deeper. 

“Ooohhh, fuck,” the old man groaned, his head falling back for a second before snapping forward, his mouth latching onto her breast. 

Sarah leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she rode him slowly and teasingly, her lips parting in soft moans. Albert’s greedy mouth moved hungrily from one tit to the other, sucking hard, his tongue circling her nipples as his hands kneaded her ass like he couldn’t get enough.

Her back arched as she pushed her chest further into his mouth, her green eyes fluttering as she whispered, “God, you’re obsessed with these, baby.”

Albert pulled back just long enough to growl, “Damn right I am,” before sucking her even harder, biting just enough to make her gasp. 

She rocked against him, each thrust drawing a groan from deep in his chest. Her hair fell to form a blonde curtain around them as she leaned down to kiss him again, sloppy and desperate, her body clinging to his as he thrust up into her with raw need. 

His bony fingers dug into her plush ass as he drove his hips up, each thrust rougher than the last. His breath came out ragged against her chest, his lips still wet from her nipples. 

“You think I’m playing around about making you mine?” he growled, his cock slamming deep inside her, his tip prodding her cervix with each heavy stroke. “I can’t wait to see you with my last name, Sarah Jenson.”

Her eyes fluttered, a shiver racing through her as she leaned down to kiss him, her lips hot and messy against his. She bit at his lower lip, tugging it before pulling back with a breathless smile. “Sarah Jenson… huh?” she teased, rolling her hips slowly and making tight circular motions on his lap, milking his cock.

Albert let out a shaky moan from the intense, tight, and wet stimulation. “Damn right. You’re already mine… those babies prove it. Now I want the world to know it. My wife, my woman, Sarah Jenson.”

She nibbled the corner of her lip, the dirty words twisting their way into her mind to create something more than lust, something heavier that made her chest tighten. “Mmm, say it again,” she whispered, grinding down hard.

He slapped her ass, grunting as he thrusted up deep enough to make her moan. “My wife, Sarah Jenson. That’s who you are.”

Her smile widened, green eyes glinting with both heat and affection. “Then fuck me like I already am.”

Albert growled as he rolled her onto her back, his smaller frame pressing against her larger, fuller one into the mattress. His hands pinned her hips down for a moment before he drove himself back inside, burying every inch in one rough thrust.

Sarah gasped into his mouth, their lips locking again as he snapped his hips into her over and over. Her moans melted into his groans, their tongues clashing between gasps for air. 

Her long legs snaked around him instinctively, ankles locking at the small of his back to keep him deep inside her tight pussy. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, their bodies slick as they rocked together, the sheets already damp beneath them. 

The air grew thick and humid, every breath heavy and hot as their skin slapped in a steady rhythm. Sarah clawed at his back, her nails dragging down his wiry muscles while he groaned against her lips, each thrust harder than the last. 

Her cries rose higher, broken gasps spilling between kisses. Her legs trembled, her body clenching tight around him as her orgasm crashed over her.

“A—Albert!” she moaned, arching beneath him as she came, her body seizing with a shuddering climax.

Albert gritted his teeth, hips still snapping, fucking her through it as sweat dripped off them, their breaths ragged and heavy. 

He leaned up suddenly, his chest heaving, and grabbed the backs of Sarah’s thighs. He shoved her legs up and wide, folding her nearly in half against the bed. The new angle made her gasp, her toes curling and nails raking across the sheets as he pounded her harder and faster. 

“F-fuck, Albert!” she cried, her head pressing back into the pillow. “Oh God—right there, don’t stop! Ah! Mhhhmm! Ouuuhhhh!”

His wrinkled face twisted with effort, sweat beading from his brow as his hips slapped against her with relentless force. “You feel that, Sarah Jenson?” he grunted, his voice rough and desperate. “That’s me… staking my claim. My wife. My slut. Mine!”

Her eyes rolled back, a wicked smile curving across her lush lips as she moaned with pure amusement and desire. “Then… then give it to me,” she begged, breathless, clutching at his forearms as he pinned her legs high. “Fill me up, Albert! Make me yours!”

His jaw clenched, every muscle in his wiry frame straining as he fucked her silly, his balls smacking against her ass. His grunts grew jagged, his breaths broken. “Goddamn it, girl… you’re gonna drain me dry.”

Her toes curled, legs trembling as she cried out beneath him, lost in the heat of passion. 

Albert let out a deep, decrepit growl, his face tightening as the pressure finally broke. “Ohhhh fuck—” he hissed, slamming deep and holding her tightly, his body jerking as he emptied himself inside her. His wince turned into a grunt, then into a low, satisfied moan as pulse after pulse of hot cum filled her. 

Sarah’s mouth fell open, moaning through her own shivers as she clung to him, her legs quivering in his grip. “Mmm… yes… give it all to me.”

He collapsed over her slowly, his chest heaving, his lips brushing against hers lazily. “That’s it, Sarah Jenson,” he murmured against her mouth. “My wife.”

Albert’s weight sank onto her, his wiry chest pressing against her breasts as they both panted hard, skin slick and sticky with sweat. The sheets clung to their bodies, damp and tangled, the room heavy with the smell of sex.

For a long moment, they just breathed together, his cock still twitching inside her as the last waves of their climax faded. Then he let out a low chuckle, burying his face in the crook of her neck. 

Sarah giggled softly too, her fingers trailing through his damp, balding head. “Mm… you know,” she teased between breaths, “if you’re gonna keep calling me Sarah Jenson…I'd better get a nice ring out of it.”

Albert snorted, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes, his grin crooked and smug. “Hah. You know better. I would never go cheap on you, darlin’. You’ll get something real nice, promise.”

She laughed, biting her lip as her green eyes sparkled at him. “It better be, old man. I’m not settling for less since I’ve given you two beautiful daughters.”

Albert grunted, leaning down to kiss her again, slow and affectionate. “Trust me,” he said against her lips. “You’re mine now. I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

-

The morning light spilled through the windows into the kitchen as Sarah wrestled Alice’s sandal straps into place. The little girl squirmed on the bench, pouting and kicking her feet, while Sarah sighed and brushed loose strands from her face.

“Hold still, Alice,” she muttered, tugging the strap. “We’re already late.”

“No, mama!” Alice squeaked, her tone half-playful and defiant.

Across the room, Albert leaned in the doorway with Sammy perched on his hip. The baby babbled happily, tugging at his collar, while he bounced her absently. 

“Don’t bother, she’s just like me, hehe,” the old man grumbled. “Don’t wanna go sittin’ in some stiff church when we could be doing something better, like having our family lunch.”

Sarah shot him a sharp look as she finally fastened Alice’s sandal into place. “Not helping, Albert.” She let out a heavy exhale as she carefully helped her daughter off the bench. “You can’t just be patient and wait for the hour we’re there? We’ll have lunch anyway, stop being so dramatic.”

He chuckled, bouncing Sammy a little higher. “I’m just sayin', darlin’, you expect her to sit there quiet for an hour? That’s a lost cause, sweetheart. She’s got my stubborn streak.”

Alice babbled something as she began to wander back toward the living room, as if solidifying his point. Sarah sighed and hastily guided the child back with her. “Then maybe her father should set a better example.”

Albert snorted, rubbing his thumb over Sammy’s little hand. “Example, huh? Fine. But don’t come crying to me when she starts raising hell in the middle of the sermon.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, grabbing the diaper bag as she brushed past him. “Not what I meant,” she murmured as she pulled the strap over her shoulder. 

“Come on, Mr. Jenson,” she continued, her tone firm. “We’re going.”

He sighed like a man who couldn’t argue and followed her toward the door, Sammy babbling in his arms. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

The service was over by noon, and by the time they found a booth at the little diner down the street, Alice was already nodding off against Sarah’s shoulder, worn out from the long morning. Sammy sat in a high chair beside Albert, smacking her little hands against the table while he distracted her with packets of sugar. 

Sarah eased back into the booth with a sigh, adjusting Alice so the girl could nap more comfortably against her. The faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye as she smoothed her daughter’s hair. Out of habit, her thumb brushed over the new ring, tracing the simple band. 

They hadn’t made a big spectacle of their marriage: no grand ceremony, no rows of guests, no white aisle. Just the two of them with their kids at the local courthouse, one crisp afternoon, their hands linked tight as they signed the papers and exchanged rings. It had felt strangely perfect in that way, private and personal, just like how their relationship began, minus all the depraved sneaking around. 

Albert had proposed in the most unexpected of places, the park. He’d been pushing Alice on the swing while Sarah sat on the bench with Sammy bundled in her arms. At one point, he stopped, crouched down in the gravel, and fished out a small box from his pocket. White dirt still on his knees and the kids laughing around, he’d looked up at her with that crooked grin with a dazzling ring he’d promised and simply asked, “Marry me.”

There had been no hesitation. No weighing the past, no second-guessing. Just a laugh, a rush of tears, and a yes that came out before she could even think. 

Now, every time her thumb brushed over the ring on her hand, Sarah felt a dizzy warmth in her chest. She had never felt this happy before. Not with Alex at their best. For the first time, her life felt like it truly belonged to her.

Albert noticed her staring off as she fiddled with her ring. His lips curled into a sly grin as he leaned back, stretching an arm across the back of the booth. “You keep touching that thing like you still don’t believe it’s real,” he said. 

Sarah glanced at him, her cheeks blushing. “Maybe I still don’t. Sometimes it feels… surreal. It’s only been a few months now.”

He chuckled low, his faded blue eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Well, believe it. You’re my wife now. Mrs. Jenson. Ain’t no taking it back.”

She rolled her pretty green eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips as she looked down at the ring again. “You’re insufferable, Albert.”

Albert leaned in closer, his voice dropping just for her. “Maybe. But you’re stuck with me, sweetheart. Name and all, hehe.”

Sarah bit her lip, fighting the urge to laugh as she shook her head. “Guess I am,” she murmured, her thumb brushing the band one more time.

Across the table, Sammy squealed, reaching out for Albert’s wrinkled hand. He let her grab his finger, and for a moment, Sarah just sat there, her chest swelling as she watched her new family, their family, come into its own. 

-

That night, after the girls were asleep and the house was finally quiet, Sarah slipped into the bedroom in a soft, sexy nightie, her hair tied loosely in a messy bun. Albert was already waiting, naked and smug, leaning back against the headboard as he watched his stunning wife. 

Sarah let the straps fall from her shoulders, allowing the lingerie to pool at her feet. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her soft hands pressed to his chest as his rough palms slid over her hips and ass, squeezing her plush cheeks possessively. Their mouths met in a sloppy kiss, tongues twirling as she ground down against his lap, teasing until he was groaning beneath her. 

She wrapped her hand around his already throbbing cock and guided him in with practiced ease, sinking down his length inch by inch. His breaths broke into ragged growls as he clutched her tighter. She began to ride him, slow and deliberate, the faint glint of her wedding band catching the lamplight every time she braced her hand against his chest. 

Albert’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a low rasp. “Mmm… you sure you don’t want another one, Mrs. Jenson?” Another baby swelling up that pretty belly? You said I had to make you my wife first. Well… I did. You gonna hold up your end of the deal?”

Sarah’s eyes fluttered, her rhythm slowing for a moment. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking down at him with a sly smile.

Albert caught the look instantly, his grin widening as if he could read her thoughts. “Ahh… I see that little smile. You remember, huh? Did you get off that stupid pill?”

She sexily dragged her tongue across her teeth until her lips hovered just above his, her voice husky. “Hmm, maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. But if you want to knock me up again…” She kissed him hard, pulling back just enough to whisper. “You’re gonna have to use that big cock to breed the fuck out of this pussy.”

Sarah rode him harder, sinking deep and making slow, tight circles against him that made his toes curl. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of her hips as Albert gripped her waist and guided her, urging her faster. 

But soon, his primal hunger won out. With a deep grunt, he grabbed her and rolled them, flipping her down onto the mattress. Sarah landed face-down, her ass arched high in the air, her pussy soaking wet as her arousal dripped onto the sheets below. Albert crouched behind her on the bed, grabbing her hips as he shoved his cock deep inside her cunt with one hard thrust.

She gasped, her teeth sinking into the damp sheets to stifle her loud moans as he started pounding into her tight pussy, rough and relentless. His heavy balls swung with each smack of his narrow hips against her perfectly round ass, the sound of wet flesh echoing through the humid room.

“Ohh-fuck, Albert,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets, her green eyes rolling back as his cock drove deep, slamming against her cervix. “Breed me… breed me again… dump a baby into me—ouuhhhh!”

Her words made him snarl, his hips snapping faster, his cock pistoning into her slick heat. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her back, licking his lips as he growled, “You better give me a son this time, Sarah. You hear me? A boy.”

Her wet walls clenched around him, the filth in his voice pushing her higher. Her cries turned into broken gasps as she pushed back against every brutal thrust. “Yes… Yes, baby… give me your son… fill me till I can’t take anymore!”

Albert gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his temples, and cock throbbing as he drove into her with raw, claiming force, intent on making good on every dirty promise. 

He slid a hand up her slick back, tangling his fingers into her hair. With a sharp tug, he undid her messy bun, allowing her blonde waves to tumble free around her face. He fisted the strands, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp, her lush lips parting as a shudder tore through her. 

Her pussy tightened violently around his cock, and Sarah cried out, the sultry sound music to Albert’s ears. Her thighs quivered and her toes curled against the sheets as her climax tore through her, the heavy waves of pleasure making her eyes roll further back behind her lids. 

Albert grunted, his breath hot and ragged, and then he wrapped his arms tight around her torso. His smaller, wiry frame pressed flush against her back as if he were trying to fuse himself to her. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep, and with a guttural moan, he emptied his load. His balls contracted with every pulse of his cock, spilling thick ropes into her clenching pussy. 

“Take it all… all of it… auuughhh!” he roared, holding her tight as his virile load flooded her fertile body. His hips jerked with each spurt until he finally sagged against her, panting, his arms still locked tight around her trembling frame. 

Sarah’s chest rose and fell wildly beneath him, her hair loose and messy. But despite being a total wreck, she still managed to form a small, satisfied smile as she let her face slowly fall down onto the sheets. 

Albert gave her a playful smack on the ass, the sound sharp in the humid air, and slowly pulled out. His thick load leaked from her swollen pussy in creamy streaks, running down her thighs and onto the damp sheets beneath them. 

He sat back on his heels, wiping the sweat from his brow, still catching his breath. His faded blue eyes softened for a rare moment as he looked at her sprawled before him. “I love you, Sarah,” he rasped, his voice low but steady.

Sarah turned her head over her shoulder, her glazed green eyes glimmering in the low light as her lips curled into a tired but warm smile. “I love you, too,” she whispered, her messy blonde hair framing her flushed face.

Albert’s gaze swept down her body, drinking in the curve of her hips, the arch of her back, and the long stretch of her legs. He licked his lips hungrily and smirked. “Damn, girl… You look too good to stop now. What do you say, another round?”

She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as she dropped her cheek back onto the sheets. “Albert… I have work in the morning, you have to go to the grocery, and don’t forget the girls. You’re on babysitting duty, mister. I can’t have you nodding off on them.”

He leaned forward, running his hands slowly up her smooth thighs, squeezing her ass again before pressing his lips to the back of her neck. “C’mon, sweetheart. Just one more. We’re trying to make a baby here... And you know I can’t have you lying there looking like that.”

Sarah closed her eyes, biting her lip, already feeling her body stir again under his greedy touch. She gave a small, exasperated laugh into the pillow. “Ugh… You’re such a horny old man.”

Albert chuckled, kissing her shoulder, his cock pressing insistently against her ass. “Maybe. But you’re mine. Say yes, Sarah.”

She smirked to herself, her voice husky as she finally relented. “Fine. One more. But if you ask for another, you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“Atta girl,” he growled, gripping her hip as he stroked his slick shaft back to full mast, determined to make good on his promise. 

The End

Art Commission Samples by AISouls: Tempting the Unknown

Here are a few samples of a set I commissioned. It should be ready in a few days.

The Dirty In-Law Ch. 02

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Heads Up!

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Please note that not all chapters will be included. If they are already on Literotica, they will likely not be included to prevent clutter.

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A Simian Encounter Ch. 01

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Page Revamp 🚨

I'm gonna work on formatting my Patreon page to make it easier to access all my stories.

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• Clearer collection catalogue. Instead of having several categories, all stories will be added to one collection, so you can just go into it and browse through my catalogue.

• Separate free story collection. All free chapters will be found there.

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• My art commission collections are in a good state, so I'll leave it how it is.

I'll get this done as soon as possible!

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Old Neighbor:

• The Old Neighbor: Epilogue is moving along nicely. I'm currently working through a drama-tense scene. Things should move along faster once I'm done with that. \

• I'll have a beta preview out by this weekend and the full chapter by next week.

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• What Love Allows Ch. 02

• Older Stories (Alien Enslavement, Simian Encounter, etc.)

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• I originally planned to have another art set from one of my newer artists, but they closed commissions, so I have to scramble around for new ones.

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Foreign Temptations Ch. 04 (Finale)

Author's Note: Alas, the final chapter to this story is here! It's been a long time coming, and I hope you guys enjoy this neat conclusion to this naughty tale. Thanks for the support and patience! I'm very grateful for you all 💝

After careful thinking, Cassandra had finally accepted the internship she was offered. She considered many things: her career, life back in the States… Jason. But the main pull that led her to decide was Raj. The old bastard had been rather convincing every time he nudged her about it. 

On paper, it was exactly what she needed: steady pay, respectable hours, and decent benefits for someone stranded in a foreign country. The office wasn’t far either. She was allowed to work remotely or come in if she chose. It was tucked away inside a mid-level firm. Since it was an American-based company, many of her co-workers were from the States, so she didn’t feel completely out of place. 

The supervisors liked her, and the work kept her sharp. For the first time since the lockdown began, she felt like she wasn’t just waiting out a storm; she was doing something productive instead of rotting away in the close walls of Raj’s apartment. 

Coming back from the resort had changed her in ways Cassandra wasn’t ready to admit. The trip had loosened something in her, and now, with the internship keeping her occupied, she told herself she was carving out her life rather than treading water. But Jason didn’t see it that way. He’d grown more demanding on the phone, more insistent with every conversation. 

When are you coming home, Cass?

Why are you taking an internship if you’re only there temporarily?

Don’t you think you’ve been gone long enough? 

His questions sharpened into arguments, their calls ending in clipped goodbyes and long silences that stretched for days. Jason’s patience was unraveling fast, and Cassandra found herself dreading his name flashing across her phone.

Raj, of course, noticed. He always noticed. Whenever she came home tight-jawed and restless, he was there waiting. One humid evening, after another heated call with Jason, Cassandra slammed her phone face down on the desk and rubbed her temples. Her whole body felt wound up and aching with stress. 

Raj appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that sly, knowing smile. “Another fight, hm?”

She didn’t answer, but her silence was enough.

“Forget him,” Raj said, stepping closer, his voice low and coaxing. “You’ve got a good thing going on here, yes? Good work, good future. Why waste your energy on someone so far away?”

Cassandra opened her mouth to argue, to defend Jason, or at least the idea of it, but Raj’s bony hands were already on her shoulders, kneading the tension from them. Her body was already betraying her as his familiar touch brought her comfort. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Let me help you relax, beautiful.”

By the time he led her to their shared bed, Cassandra’s frustrations had burned into something hotter. Raj’s rough hands roamed over her, peeling away her neat office clothes, tossing them onto the floor. She sighed, her body softening against him, the weight of Jason’s voice slipping away with every kiss and touch.

Before she knew it, they were both naked. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide for Raj as he slid his cock into her slowly, savoring the way her tight pussy gripped him. Cassandra clung to him, nails digging into his back, her moans spilling out unrestrained as the argument she’d had moments ago dissolved into a distant memory. Raj groaned her name against her throat, each snap of his hips rolling deep into her, pulling another cry from her lips until all she could think about was him. 

Afterward, as she lay tangled in his arms, his smaller, wiry frame tucked snugly against her back, their skin sticky and chests heaving as they panted from their lustful exertion, Cassandra stared at the ceiling and let out a long breath. Jason would call again tomorrow. The fight would start again. But tonight, with Raj’s hand resting possessively on her hip and the sound of his steady breathing in her ear, she didn’t care. 

For now, she belonged here. She belonged to him. 

-

Cassandra had been dragging for days. Her mornings started with nausea that wouldn’t quite go away, and mood swings she couldn’t control. At first, she blamed the food, or the heat, or stress from the internship, and the arguments with Jason. But a gnawing suspicion took root in her stomach. 

One evening, after yet another restless day, she stopped at a pharmacy on her way home. The discreet bag with three little boxes inside sat in her purse as she trudged up the stairs to the apartment. Raj wasn’t home yet, probably running about with whatever business he had, so she slipped into the bathroom, clutching the first test like it weighed a hundred pounds.

She sat on the toilet, elbows braced on her knees, staring down at the little plastic stick as the minutes passed. When the result finally appeared, her stomach sank. Two bold lines. Positive. 

Cassandra let out a long, trembling sigh, pressing her palm to her forehead. “Shit…” she whispered. She knew it was possible, hell, it was inevitable after she let Raj stop using condoms and pulling out, after letting herself drown in pleasure night after night without thinking of the consequences. She knew it was stupid, but she hadn’t cared then. She couldn’t. He made her forget everything with that cock of his and his never-ending stamina. 

Now, staring at the test, she couldn’t forget. 

She couldn’t tell Jason. God no. That would ruin everything, expose everything about her illicit affair with Raj. The thought of his voice on the other line, hearing the news, made her stomach churn worse than the nausea already had. 

But Raj…

Later that night, she found him in the kitchen, humming as he stirred a pot on the stove. Her throat was dry as she held the stick in her hand. “Raj… we need to talk.”

He glanced over, bushy brows raised. When she showed him the test, it took a minute for him to finally realize what it was, and then the old man’s face split into a grin so wide it sent a shiver down her spine. Not a nervous smile, not even surprised. Just devious, pleased, as if this was exactly what he’d wanted all along. 

“Ahhhh… Cassandra,” he murmured, setting the spoon down and wiping his hand on a rag. “So it has happened. Very good, yes.”

Her chest tightened, and her throat dried. “Good? Raj… this isn’t something I planned. How can I handle being pregnant when I just started my job? And Jason… God, I don’t even know what to think right now.”

The old man stepped closer, placing his bony hands on her hips and holding her still. His dark, beady eyes gleamed with pure pride, hunger, and something possessive that made her heart pound. “It means you are mine now. Truly mine. This child… it binds us, beautiful. You understand? It was meant to be.”

Cassandra’s lips parted, but no words came. She wasn’t sure how to feel: terrified, guilty, strangely calm. She thought of Jason, of how carefully she’d hidden everything from him, and the knot in her stomach pulled tighter.

Raj leaned over to kiss her neck, murmuring in that thick, Indian accent of his. “No more doubts, eh? You stay here with me. You let me take care of you. You already knew this would happen eventually, Cassandra. You felt it each time I filled you up during our little getaway. And you wanted it.”

She shuddered, her blue eyes squeezing shut. Deep down, she knew he was right. She’d let herself fall into the temptation and, as a result, she became lost in the lust and the raw, addictive pleasure he gave her. She’d stopped resisting long ago. 

And now, there was no undoing it. 

Cassandra didn’t even remember how it started. One moment, she was in the kitchen talking with Raj, and now, she was in bed, straddling him. Her body moved on instinct, hips rolling as she sank down onto his cock, burying him deep inside her like many times before. Sweat beaded her skin as she bounced on him, her dark hair loose around her flushed face. 

Raj lay back against the pillows, eyes glinting with satisfaction as his bony hands roamed her perfect body. One hand slid up her back while the other pressed firmly against her flat belly, right over the place that now carried his seed. He smirked, his voice rough and low as he thrust up into her. 

“Ah… Cassandra… already mine. Riding me so good and carrying my child inside of you. Hah, you can’t run now. You belong here.”

Her breath hitched, and her nails dug into his chest as she moved fast, her thighs burning from the pace. She wanted to argue, to deny it, but the words couldn’t leave her tongue. All that came were gasps and broken moans as his cock drove into her pussy again and again. 

Raj rubbed low circles over her belly, his dark, lustful eyes locked onto hers. “Your little fiancé will never know you like this. Never fuck you like this. He can’t give you what I give you. You feel that? That baby growing inside of you is because of me… not him.”

Cassandra let out a long, sultry moan, her body quivering with each stroke. His words shouldn’t have turned her on, but they did, very much so. The idea that this old, Indian man knocked her up had this erotic appeal she couldn’t quite understand. Her walls clenched tighter around his thick shaft as she rode him harder, her long legs trembling against him from the effort.

“You’re mine now,” Raj continued, his accent curling around every filthy word he uttered. “Forget that boy in America. He’s nothing. Stay here, stay with me, raise my child, let me fuck you every night until you scream my name.”

Her head fell back as her lush lips parted in a long, sultry cry. She was so close, the tension coiling deep in her core unbearable. And in that haze, she let the thought creep in full for the first time: maybe Raj was right. Maybe she didn’t want to leave.

“Raj… oh god… hmm—yes…” she moaned as she slammed down onto him harder, his cock buried to the hilt as his fingers splayed across her stomach.

“That’s it,” he growled, snapping his hips up to meet her. “Say it. Say you’ll stay. Say you’re mine.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered, her voice breaking as she gasped, “I’m yours—”

Her confession tore an orgasm out from her, and her body convulsed around him, clinging to his cock like a vice. Her luscious blue eyes rolled behind her lids as her back arched, and her lips parted to emit a long, heavy moan as she quivered against him. 

Raj licked his lips as his hands squeezed her plush cheeks, the sensation of her hot, tight pussy milking him bringing him ever closer to the edge. He always loved how she became undone around him. The way she shuddered, the dazed expression she’d make, and her carnal sounds of pleasure were all too delicious for him. 

But the old man wasn’t finished with her.

The moment Cassandra collapsed forward against his sweat-slicked chest, spent from bouncing on his cock for nearly half an hour, he grabbed her shoulders and shifted her down onto the mattress. Her dark hair fanned out across the sheets, her chest still heaving as she caught her breath. Raj climbed up over her without hesitation. His wiry frame loomed as he straddled her chest, his cock heavy and slick with her juices, hanging inches from her lips. 

“Open that pretty mouth,” he muttered, smacking his thick shaft lightly against her tongue until her lips fully parted for him. Cassandra moaned at his salty, musky taste, her toes curling hard into the sheets as he pressed forward, sliding past her lush lips. His leaking tip stretched her jaw, and she whimpered, but she didn’t resist. Her hands came up instead, gripping his bony hips. She slid one lower, shamelessly grabbing his ass to pull him deeper. 

“Yessss…” Raj groaned, his accent thick and hungry. “That’s it. Take me. My American whore, swallow the cock that knocked you up.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered shut, her throat relaxing around him as he rocked his hips slowly and deliberately, letting her feel every inch of his big, Indian hog. Each wet thrust made her moan around his throbbing length, the vibrations humming up his shaft. Her legs kicked against the sheets as the pleasure coursed through her, her pussy soaking between her thighs even as he fucked her mouth. 

Raj’s hand tangled in her hair and guided her head while his other hand reached behind and rubbed the slope of her belly possessively. “Mine now. Carrying my child, sucking my cock like a good wife, like I outta make you. That American boy doesn’t exist anymore. Only me. Only us.”

Her nails dug into his ass, urging him deeper, the sounds of gagging and glucking filling the dark room as his cockhead kissed the back of her throat. He snarled above her, hips snapping harder, his heavy balls slapping against her chin as she choked and moaned. 

“Good girl… good fucking girl…” he growled, sweat beading along his temples. “You want my cum, hm? You love it. Every drop… my seed belongs in you, over you, everywhere.”

Cassandra hummed around his cock, nodding as best she could with him buried in her throat. The sight of her blue eyes watering, her flushed cheeks, and her body trembling beneath him became unbearable.

Raj’s voice broke into a decrepit, guttural snarl as his body stiffened. “Ouuuhhhh—take it, Cassandra—EEAAGG—take it all!”

His cock pulsed deep in her throat as hot ropes of his semen filled her mouth. He groaned savagely, rutting forward in short jerks as each spurt coated her tongue, forcing her to swallow his loads. 

Cassandra whimpered, gripping his ass tighter, her throat milking every last drop until he slowed, panting raggedly above her, his cock twitching between her lips. 

Raj looked down at her, spent but grinning with pure satisfaction, his voice raspy. “That’s it, beautiful… mine… all mine.”

-

A few days passed, and Cassandra had let Jason’s name slip further and further from her mind. At first, she told herself she was just too busy with her internship, errands, and things at the apartment to interact with him. But the truth was similar; every time his face lit up on her screen, her stomach knotted with guilt. Ignoring him was easier. Things had been tense, and she really wasn’t trying to get a headache every day.

That evening, she was lying on the couch, her long legs stretched across her lover’s lap. The TV murmured quietly in the background. Raj’s bony hand stroked slowly up and down her smooth calf, then higher to her thigh. Cassandra’s dark hair fell across her face as she lazily scrolled through her phone, pretending not to notice how much his touch soothed her. 

They spoke casually at first, asking each other about their days, until the subject drifted back to what lingered on both their minds. 

“The baby,” Raj murmured, his hand sliding higher up her thigh. “We should talk more about this, no?”

Cassandra’s lips parted, and she glanced uncertainly at him. “I… right… I still don’t know what to do. It’s a lot, Raj. I mean, I still have a whole life back in the States. You know my… commitments. Ugh… I feel like we’ve had this conversation a thousand times.”

Raj clicked his tongue and shook his head as if brushing her concerns aside. “Pfft. What good are those when you have good work here already, no? You’re doing well at your job, no? They like you. You’re paid. Benefits. And what about that position you heard they will probably offer? There is a future for you here.”

Her eyes narrowed in deep thought as she bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s true… the job isn’t bad… The offer is only something I overheard. Nothing is set in stone,” Cassandra replied, her voice soft.  “But even if I do get the position, it’s not that simple. I can’t just—”

His hand cupped her knee, squeezing lightly as his dark eyes fixed on hers. “You can. Why make things so complicated? You have a life here now. You have me. You have our child. You have work. All that other noise across the sea is unnecessary. Your friends and family will understand. Though I’m not sure about that boy.”

Cassandra let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling. “You make it sound so easy…”

“Because it is,” Raj said, his grin flashing across his weathered face. He dragged his palm up her thigh until his fingertips grazed just beneath the hem of her shorts, teasing and coaxing her with suggestive touches as he pressed the point. 

“You need to stop pretending. He doesn’t understand what you want… what you need. I believe it’s time to move on from him. Your path lies elsewhere, not with him. Break it off and be done with it.”

She squirmed slightly under his touch, biting her lip as his fingers slipped deeper into her shorts, caught between arousal and anxiety. “God…” she muttered, unsure if it was a protest or a plea. “Why did I let you knock me up?”

A devious, triumphant smile curled on his lips as she felt her heat radiating from her panties. “Because you love this cock. Every day you choose me. Let me fulfill all your desires. I give you what you deserve. We were made for each other.”

Cassandra’s pulse raced, her phone heavy in her hand, Jason’s unread messages still glowed faintly on the screen as she just stared at them. For the first time, she actually began to plot how she might end things for good. 

Her breath hitched as Raj’s fingers dipped further, pressing against her moistening panties. It was undeniable. He knew exactly how to make her feel good, and she loved it. Jason could never do what Raj does. 

“Maybe… You might be right…” she whispered, her mind drifting further as her pussy grew wetter against his prodding fingers. 

Raj’s grin spread wider, his fingers moving her panties aside and pressing against her slick folds. “Good girl. It’s better this way… but first, let’s enjoy ourselves before you do some serious thinking.”

Cassandra’s eyes fluttered as he slid two fingers into her slit. A long, sultry moan escaped her as he shifted so he was kneeling before her on the couch. Her legs instinctively spread for him as he bent forward, their lips locking into a wet, passionate kiss, and melting into their carnal desires. 

-

A month slipped by before Cassandra knew it. Between the internship, the late nights with Raj, and the constant haze of secret guilt she shoved in the back of her mind, time blurred. Of course, tensions with her fiancé never eased. 

Their relationship was getting colder each day. Jason would always tell her to come home to him, and he constantly offered solutions that would help her leave India faster. But Cassandra kept tiptoeing around the subject, giving convenient excuses and likely lies. She was committed to Jason, but to Raj more so, since she literally carried his child. 

The further she drifted from Jason, the closer she became to Raj. The choice that hung over her head was becoming more apparent than ever. 

Things only shifted more toward Raj’s favor than they already were when, one day, her supervisor had pulled her aside and offered her an official position at the company outright. Full pay. Benefits. Stability. It wasn’t anything too crazy, but it was a good start, somewhere she could work up from. This was more than she’d ever imagined she’d land so far from home. 

Cassandra found herself standing barefoot at the kitchen counter a few days after being instated in the company, still in her office clothes from the day. Her blouse was a little snug across her chest, the skirt hugging her hips in ways that made Raj stare every time she came through the door. Her phone was in her hand as she scrolled through the details of her new contract, her lips parted in a small, disbelieving smile.

She barely noticed Raj approach her until his wiry arms wrapped around her from behind. His chest pressed against her back, and his hands slid instinctively down, one resting over her stomach that was no longer flat. A faint swell had begun to show, small but unmistakable, and Raj rubbed it with slow circles like it was his greatest prize. 

“Mmm,” he hummed in her dark curls, inhaling her sweet scent. “My Cassandra… hardworking, successful… and carrying my child. What a perfect woman.”

She sighed, leaning back into him without thinking. His presence was grounding and possessive in a way that no longer startled her as much as it once had. “How sweet of you, Raj,” she hummed warmly, eyes still on her phone. “Thinking about getting a better place soon.”

Raj chuckled softly, his hand pressing a little firmer against her baby bump. “Better place, hmmm? What’s so bad about here? I hope you don’t plan on leaving me behind, beautiful.” 

Cassandra chuckled as her eyes flicked back toward the old man. She reached up, cupping his rough face in her soft palm. “The father of my child?” she said, her voice low but playful. “Of course not.”

Raj’s grin widened, devious and satisfied. His hands slid further around her, pulling her into his chest, as if her words had already sealed the promise. “Good girl,” he whispered. 

-

The walls of the apartment carried every sound. Raj didn’t need to be near Cassandra to catch her sharp tone as she paced inside the bedroom with her phone in hand.

“Jason, I told you, I’ve made my decision. This is what I want,” she snapped, her voice breaking with frustration. 

Raj sat back on the couch, arms folded, as he watched things play out. He could hear the tinny echo of Jason’s voice from inside. He sounded angry and desperate, like a man losing his grip.

“What do you want?” Jason shot back through the speaker. “You’re telling me you want to stay there? Forever? With everything we had planned, our life, our wedding? You’re just gonna throw it all away?”

Cassandra pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a long, strained sigh. “I know it’s not easy, Jason. But things have changed a lot since the lockdown. I’m sorry… It’s not fair to you, but this is just the way things are now. I’ve built something good here. I can’t just leave it now. Why can’t you just—”

Jason cut her off, his voice rising. “No, no, Cass. Don’t you dare try to spin this. You’re different now. You’ve been acting strangely over the past few months: the calls, the excuses, the delays. You don’t answer me half the time anymore. You’re hiding something. I can feel it.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, silence filled the line.

Jason’s voice dropped lower, cold and sharp. “There’s another man, isn’t there?”

Cassandra froze in the middle of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. “Jason…” she started, trying to steady her voice, “that’s not the point. You’re not listening. I’ve told you again and again, things are different now. I don’t know if I can just… go back.”

“Don’t change the subject!” Jason snapped, his fury bleeding through the speaker. “Just tell me. Tell me the truth. Who is he??”

Her eyes darted toward the cracked door, peering into the living room where Raj sat patiently. His expression was rather calm, as if he knew the outcome of this altercation. 

Cassandra swallowed hard, her throat dry and her voice shaking. She didn’t want to reveal anything, let alone say that the person she’s seeing is the very man whom Jason found when searching for a place for her to stay. 

“Jason… please. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

But Jason wasn’t letting go. His voice erupted again through the phone, raw and ragged. 

“Goddammit, Cassandra! Don’t play games with me! Just fucking say it! You’ve been stringing me along for months while I sit here waiting like an idiot for you! I’m not stupid! I can hear it in your voice!”

Cassandra flinched, her free hand pressing against the desk to steady herself. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes, but she clenched her jaw. The guilt had been lording over her for months, and now was the moment to finally let it all out. She took a deep breath before finally speaking. 

“Yes… There’s another man.”

Jason went quiet for a second, just the sound of his heavy breathing on the line. “Who?” he demanded, his tone low and dangerous.

Cassandra squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter who. That’s not what this is about.”

“The hell it isn’t!” Jason roared. “Tell me who he is, Cassandra. Who is he?! Some stranger you met over there? Some loser who—”

“Jason!” she snapped, her own voice finally rising. “Stop! Please, just stop… I can’t do this anymore. What’s done is done.”

Silence again, heavy and suffocating.

Her words spilled out before he could shout again. “I’m sorry. I never wanted it to happen like this. But I've made my choice. I have a new life here… and I can’t stop lying to you. I’m not coming back… You just have to accept that.”

Jason’s breath hitched. For a moment, she thought he might break down, but instead his words came sharp, final. “Just send the fucking ring back.”

Cassandra blinked. “What?”

“The ring,” he said coldly. “Send me the ring you didn’t deserve to wear in the first place.”

Her lips trembled, but she nodded even though he couldn’t see. A small part of her thought he’d fight harder against breaking up now, but she’d also figured that he realized the long-term prospects of their relationship were not good. “Okay.”

He exhaled, a sound between a laugh and a sob. “Unbelievable. After everything… this is how it ends… fuck you.”

“Jason… I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her voice breaking. “I really am.”

Silence again. She could feel him open his mouth to try and say something, but instead, the line clicked dead. 

Cassandra lowered the phone slowly, staring blankly at the black screen. Her hand moved to her stomach, resting protectively over the small swell underneath her shirt. Her mind drifted to Raj; she could already see the triumphant smirk on his face. 

It was done. She made her choice. She had a new life now. There was no turning back.

-

A few months later, Cassandra hardly recognized the new life she was living. The cramped, musty apartment where everything had started felt like a distant memory. Her new job had given her enough stability and income to finally move into something better. It was a bright, modern flat in a cleaner part of the city with working elevators, fresh paint, and a balcony that overlooked the noisy streets below. This place was recommended by some of her co-workers who also lived there, so there were very familiar faces around, and it was definitely less sketchy. 

Of course, she hadn’t moved alone. Raj came with her, as if it had always been a given. He carried their boxes one by one, grumbling about his creaky knees. He had no choice in the matter since Cassnadra argued that she was too pregnant to help. But they were partners now, in more ways than she could bring herself to fully admit. He cooked while she arranged the furniture. He rubbed her back when she was strained from her pregnancy. And every night, no matter how tired she was, he found ways to remind her that she was his. 

She was six months along now, and her once-flat stomach was now a firm, round swell. When she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but wonder why she had let this old Indian man impregnate her; it almost felt surreal. But what was done was done. There was no point in denying it. Raj was the father of her child, the old man she’d once found creepy and lecherous, who now brushed her hair in the mornings and pressed slow, claiming kisses against her shoulder as she got dressed for work. 

The breakup with Jason had been as rough as she’d expected. Even after the final call, there were follow-ups, angry messages, desperate pleas. He demanded answers she refused to give, pressing again and again to know who it was, and why she was doing this. He even threatened to fly over himself. But eventually the fury ran dry, and the silence that followed was somehow heavier. 

Telling her family had been even worse. The calls were long, strained, and filled with questions she couldn’t answer cleanly. They liked Jason and couldn’t believe why she would just break things off. Her mother was between bewildered and disappointed, while her father was silently judging her, asking if she was mentally there. Cassandra had rehearsed the lines in her head: I’m happy here. I have work. I’m safe. None of them landed the way she hoped. 

She hadn’t even told them anything about the pregnancy or Raj. They knew she was seeing another person. Jason told them that much when he got to them first. She figured she’d wait. Telling them that she’s with an old Indian man and that she’s pregnant with his child might not sit well with them.

And yet, despite all the stress, here she was. In a new apartment, with a new lover, carrying a child that bound her future to this foreign country. 

Raj seemed more at ease than ever. He thrived on domesticity, slipping into the role of partner with startling confidence. He comforted her when she needed, fucked her when she desired it. He was still that lecherous bastard that seduced her all those months back, but oddly enough, that’s what drew her to him. 

-

The sounds of conversation and clinks of drink glasses filled the apartment as Raj sat proudly in his new living room with two of his oldest friends. They traded jokes and laughed as they sipped on some rum he had brought from his little getaway. The air smelled of fried snacks and cheap tobacco,  and the window was cracked open to let the smoke drift out. 

One of his friends, a heavier man with a thick mustache, gestured around the room with his drink. Eh, Raj, when did you get so fancy, huh? This place? These floors, this balcony? What happened to the rat box by the bazaar?”

Raj smirked, enjoying the attention. “Things change, my friend. Business is good, yes… but not just that.”

The other, a wiry man with a missing front tooth, barked a laugh. “Come on, old dog, what’s the truth? You win the lottery without telling?”

Raj leaned forward, lowering his voice, his grin widening triumphantly. “You could say I did,” he began, letting his words hang to draw them in. “I landed myself a stunning American babe.”

For a moment, there was silence before both men burst out laughing, slapping their knees and nearly spilling their drinks. “Ha! Raj, you old fool, stop with the make-up stories. An American? You? In this city? Hah!”

“Maybe in your dreams,” the mustached one wheezed. “What really happened? You scammed a landlord? You found some rich widow?”

Raj raised his brows, shaking his balding head with mock disappointment. “You think I'm joking? I’m telling you the truth. She is young, beautiful, and successful. I even knocked her up!”

This only brought another round of howling laughter. “Knocked her up! Raj, you’ll kill us with these lies, my friend!”

But before Raj could press the point further, the front door creaked open. All three heads turned as Cassandra stepped inside, kicking off her heels, purse slung over her shoulder. She froze for half a second when she saw the company. 

“Oh,” she said softly, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. “Didn’t know we had guests.”

Raj’s friends went dead silent, their jaws slackened as Cassandra crossed the room, her blouse stretched around the firm swell of her six-month belly. She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Raj’s cheek as he grinned smugly. One arm sliding possessively around her waist. 

“Long day at work, beautiful?” Raj asked casually as he victoriously chuckled toward his friends. 

Cassandra nodded, glancing curiously at the men still staring. “Yeah. Tiring. My back hurts, my feet hurt. But nothing that will kill me. Who do we have here?”

Raj reveled at their stunned expressions. “Old friends. They didn’t believe me when I told them about you.”

The mustached man’s eyes darted between Cassandra and Raj, disbelief etched across his face. “Well damn. You were telling the truth, you old bastard.”

The toothless one let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. “Bloody hell… she’s real.”

Raj chuckled, patting Cassandra's hip with satisfaction. “More than real. She’s mine.”

Cassandra smirked faintly and rolled her eyes as she moved away. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you two,” she said before turning to Raj. “I’m going to the room. Don’t stay up too late.”

Raj nodded as he sipped from his glass. “Of course, my darling. We won’t be too long.”

As Cassandra left the living room, Raj couldn’t help but notice his friends’ gazes. He recognized the angles of their eyes as she turned her back to them. “Hey, you two, eyes off my woman,” he said, half-playful, half-scolding. 

The two shook their heads, still processing what had happened. “Did you blackmail her?” the mustached man asked suspiciously. 

Raj chuckled, shaking his head as he poured some more rum into his glass. “All you two have to know is that this old bastard can be quite charming.”

The men burst into another shared laughter, and their conversation drifted back to old tales alike. 

-

The apartment had finally gone quiet after Raj’s friends stumbled out into the night, still muttering in disbelief. He cleaned up after himself, removing the empty glasses and plates from the coffee table before retreating back to the bedroom he shared with his lover.

Hours later, the bedroom was dark except for the dim glow of the moonlight peering through the blinds. The sheets clung damply to their bodies, air thick with heat and sweat. Cassandra lay curled on her side, her back pressed tight against Raj’s chest, his dark, wiry frame molded into her fair, curvy body. His cock slid steadily in and out of her soaked pussy, the slow, sticky rhythm of their spoon fucking filled the air.

Her breaths came in short, shaky gasps as his bony hands cupped her round stomach from behind, fingers splayed over her swell. He kissed along the back of her neck, his breath hot, and his thrusts lazy but deep. 

“Hmm, look at you,” Raj murmured into her ear, his accent thick. “So full, so beautiful. My American girl… carrying my child, moaning on my cock every night.”

Cassandra whimpered, tilting her head back against his shoulder and parting her lush lips for a kiss. Their mouths met in a messy, needy kiss, their tongues tangling as he pushed harder into her tight depths. She broke away with a gasp, her toes curling into the damp sheets as her body trembled around him. 

“God, Raj,” she moaned, her voice high and breathless. “My hormones are making me so fucking horny all the time. I can’t stop… I just need you to fuck me harder, baby.”

His teeth grazed her earlobe, making her shiver. “Hm, that’s right. I made you like that. I did this to you by putting that baby in your belly.” His hand slid lower, cupping her mound hungrily as he thrust deeper, grinding against her swollen clit. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her thighs trembling. “Mmmmpphhh—fuck, yesss.. Keep going… ah ah ah—uh uh uh—don’t stop.”

Raj groaned, his hips snapping harder against her as his grip on her stomach tightened. “Good girl… take it… Let me feel you squeeze me. You love this belly, don’t you? You love that I put my baby inside you.”

“Yes—yes!” she cried out, grinding back against him, her body jerking with every thrust. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, echoing with the sound of wet, slapping flesh as she clung to him. 

Their lips met again, frantic and slopping, as Raj fucked her through it. They moved in perfect rhythm, Cassandra’s cries muffled against his mouth as his cock drove into her tight, wet pussy. Her belly shuddered beneath his palm, every thrust rocking her forward as her feet tangled and dug into the sheets. 

She broke into loud, desperate moans, the tension in her body snapping as her orgasm ripped through her. “Ohhhh—Raj! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” Her cunt clenched hard around him, milking his cock with pulsing waves as she shook against him. 

Raj groaned savagely as their kiss broke, his wiry frame tightening against her back. “Auurrgghh! Yesss… milk me, take all of it.” His hips moved rougher, faster, until his own release hit like a jolt. With a guttural growl, he shoved himself as deep as her body would take him, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spilled into her already stuffed pussy. 

“EEAYYYYAAHHHGGG!” he snarled, rutting through his orgasm, grinding into her while his load poured inside. His free hand slid down to her ass, squeezing her cheek hard before giving it a sharp, stinging slap.

Cassandra purred with pure satisfaction, shuddering as his seed filled her, her body limp against him.

Raj kissed the side of her neck, still panting, his voice dripping with lecherous pride. “Mmm… can’t wait to knock you up again after this one. Keep you round and dripping with my seed forever.”

She moaned weakly, lost in the haze of pleasure, her body still shaking as his words sank deep, planting themselves like the heat throbbing inside her.

-

The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains into the apartment. Cassandra adjusted the strap of her blouse as she stepped out of the bedroom, smoothing out the hem of her skirt, her dark, wavy hair already pinned neatly for work. She paused when she saw the sight in front of her. Raj was seated on the couch, cradling their baby boy against his chest, a small bottle tilted as the infant suckled hungrily. 

Her chest swelled warmly, a smile tugging at her lips. She crossed the room and leaned down to kiss the tiny crown of her son’s head, breathing in that sweet baby smell, then straightened just enough to give Raj a kiss on the lips.

“Morning,” she whispered. 

Raj’s dark, beady eyes softened, that familiar grin curling at his mouth. “Morning, beautiful.”

She lingered, her hand brushing over her son’s round cheek before straightening and gathering her bag and papers for the day. She slipped on her heels, the sounds of them clicking against the floor echoing as she shuffled around the kitchen. 

Cassandra glanced back at them. Her mind drifted back to how this all started: Covid, the sudden lockdown, how this old man seduced her and got her pregnant. It felt like ages ago when that happened. If she told herself that her life would look like this before it all happened, she would’ve never believed it. But yet, here she was with a quaint little family that she never thought she’d have in a foreign country. 

“Alright, baby. I’ll be back later. Love you,” she said casually as she slung her purse over her shoulder. 

Raj looked up, still holding their son close, replying without hesitation. “Okay, beautiful, love you.”

As she gathered the last of her things and adjusted her heels one more time, Raj’s smile turned mischievous. “Should I be waiting naked in the bed for you when you get home, hmm?”

Cassandra rolled her pretty blue eyes and shook her head as she moved past him. “Pervert,” she teased. But as she headed for the door, she gave him the smallest, knowing nod over her shoulder. 

Raj chuckled under his breath, his hand gently patting their baby’s back. The apartment felt full, alive, theirs. 

For Cassandra, it was enough. She closed the door behind her, heart light, already eager to come back home for whatever her lover had in store.

The End

Story Progress Report 🚨

• Foreign Temptations Ch. 04 is well underway. I'll release a beta preview sometime this week, and the full chapter will likely be ready by next week.

• The Old Neighbor Epilogue is still in its brainstorming phase, but I have a good idea of how I want to finish things off.

What's Next?

• What Love Allows Ch. 02

• I'll hold a poll of a few select stories and write whichever wins!

Stay tuned!

Tempting the Unknown Ch. 03

Ayla groaned softly as she stirred awake, her lids fluttering against the pillow. Her body felt heavy and tender in places she hadn’t remembered being so sensitive in a long time. A deep, dull ache lingered between her thighs, the kind of sore that came with being fucked properly, thoroughly, like her body had been used and claimed until she couldn’t take any more.

She shifted under the sheets, the sticky, warm feeling of dried sweat and other nefarious things clung to her inner thighs, making her squirm. She buried her face in her hands with another muffled groan, her cheeks burned even as a tired, satisfied smile tugged at her lips.

God. She’d actually done it. She’d let a stranger ruin her in ways no other man had. But this wasn’t just any kind of stranger; it was Ken. The man who had lived only on her phone for weeks, whom she’d traded filthy messages with in the dark, whose face she hadn’t even seen until he was standing in her doorway. She let him in. She let him take her apart. Again and again.

She peeked out from behind her hands, blinking blearily at the faint afternoon light filtering through the curtains. She turned her head, expecting to see him next to her, maybe asleep. But the space beside her was empty, the sheets were cool where his body should have been.

A flicker of something uneasy crawled up her spine, but she forced it down, propping herself on one elbow. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, tapping the screen. 1:52 PM.

“Shit…” she murmured to herself, voice hoarse. Her throat felt raw—probably from all the begging and moaning she’d done yesterday and last night.

Ayla placed her phone back down with a small thud and ran her hands down her flushed face and tried to piece together just how they’d managed to fuck an entire day away. It felt almost unreal. Every time she thought they were done, that her body couldn’t possibly go another round, Ken would touch her, whisper something in her ear, and she’d melt all over again. 

She sank back against the pillows and shifted her legs under the sheets. She could still feel him. The ghost of his delicious cock deep inside her, the heavy stretch, the way he’d held her wrists down and growled in her ear, telling her how good she was, how tight, how she was his.

Ayla squirmed and pressed her thighs tighter together as the memory of the last time they fucked before she passed out crossed her groggy mind. “Fuck…” she breathed out, swiping a few loose strands of her silky black hair from around her face.

She let her tired hazel eyes drift shut for another moment and just listened for any sign of him. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. No shower running. No clatter of dishes in the kitchen. No low chuckle echoed down the hall.

Panic began to set in. Did he just… leave? No note, no message, nothing? Her heart thumped uncomfortably at the thought. She knew this was supposed to be casual, a one-time slip, an indulgence of fantasy. But after everything they’d done, the way he’d looked at her, touched her, praised her, and used her. It felt too real for him to just… ghost her now.

She pushed herself upright, wincing as the sore muscles protested against her movements. She glanced around her bedroom, noting her tank top crumpled on the floor, her phone charger hanging half off the wall, and other things that were left out of place. Her mirror still had some streaks from when he’d pressed her up against it the night before, fucking her so hard she thought she’d crack the glass. 

She laughed weakly into her palm, cheeks burning at the memory. “Jesus Christ, Ayla… what the fuck are you doing?”

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, letting her head hang as she raked her fingers through her tangled hair. She needed a shower badly as the scent of sex on her skin wafted into her nostrils. But first, she needed to know where the hell he was.

Ayla tugged on the oversized shirt that had been left half-hung on the edge of her bed—one of her favorite comfort shirts with a print of one of her favorite animes, soft and worn, swallowing her perfect frame. It did little to hide the way she winced as she stood upright. Every step reminded her of him, of how he’d ruined her with that big cock of his. Her thighs brushed together and she let out a shaky little laugh, muttering under her breath, “Goddamn you, Ken…”

She padded barefoot out of her room and into the hallway, her walk unsteady, hips giving a faint, sore twinge every few steps. She pressed a palm to the wall for balance, teeth sinking into her lip as she peered down the short corridor toward her living room and kitchen.

Empty.

She turned her head, scanning the couch, the balcony door, and the kitchen counter. No sign of him. No note. No bag. No sound.

A pang of heat and humiliation twisted in her gut. Of course. He probably just dipped. Got what he wanted, blew her back out for an entire day, then left her like every filthy little fantasy turned cliché.  

She crossed her arms under her chest, fuming as she leaned her hip against the counter. “Fucking asshole,” she hissed under her breath, her voice thick with bitter disappointment. “Seriously, Ayla. What did you expect this to be? You thought this was what… more? Tsk… so much for clearing my whole weekend for him.”

Her throat tightened, a mix of frustration and embarrassed laughter bubbling up as she pushed her hand through her hair. It all felt so stupid now. All the teasing, the hours spent sexting, the whispered promises, and the week building up into something bigger than it was. And now he was gone.

Then, the faint metallic click of the door lock turning snapped her out of her spiral. Ayla’s head whipped toward the entryway just in time to see the door swing open.

Ken stepped inside with that smug, familiar grin on his handsome, stubbled face. He wore the same shorts from yesterday, but now he paired them with a plain black tee that clung to his lean frame. In his hands were two small grocery bags, one dangling off his wrist, the other balanced on his hip as he pushed the door shut behind him. 

“Ah, there you are. Finally awake, I see,” he said, his eyes raking over her in the same slow, heated way she’d gotten used to. 

Ayla’s heart fluttered with a tight, breathless squeeze of relief and excitement she could hardly hide. Her mouth fell open for half a second before she snapped it shut, crossing her arms tighter around herself. 

“You—” She swallowed hard, flustered. “You fucking asshole, I thought you dipped on me! I thought you just—” she gestured helplessly at the empty room behind her. 

Ken chuckled low, setting the bags on the counter beside her. He leaned in, pressing a slow, unhurried kiss to her temple, his scruff grazing her soft skin. “Relax, sweetheart. I just ran out to grab a few things. I forgot to pack a toothbrush, heh. Didn’t think you’d be up before three o’clock, considering how I left you.”

Ayla’s cheeks burned hot as his words sank in, heat blooming low in her belly despite the frustrated puff of breath that left her lips. She looked down at the bags, some groceries, a bottle of orange juice, a box of pastries, and that toothbrush he’d talked about peeking out from the top. Stupid domestic things that made her chest tighten even more.

“Next time,” she muttered, her voice softer as she leaned just slightly into him, “leave a note or something, you creep.”

Ken’s hand slid around her hip, his thumb brushing the hem of her shirt as he grinned down at her. “Aw, you were that worried I packed up and left?” he teased. “You must really like me.”

Ayla scoffed, shaking her head, though she couldn’t stop the tiny smile that curled at the corner of her mouth. “Shut up,” she replied, voice low. But her pulse thumped with a rush of relief she couldn’t hide.

As Ken slightly pulled away, she couldn’t help but arch her brow as she looked past his shoulder, then back at the entryway. “I didn’t see your overnight bag where you left it yesterday,” she added, her voice suspicious, though the softness gave way. “You can see why I thought you just packed up and left.”

Ken just smirked, leaning his hip against the counter as he began to unpack the groceries. “Left it in your closet, sweetheart,” he said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Couldn’t just leave it there.”

Ayla’s lush lips parted as she tried to remember. Her memory was a haze of sweat, slick skin, his voice in her ear, and a whole lot of details blurred at the edges. She slowly nodded and dragged one hand through her dark hair as she tried to piece it together. “Right… my closet…” she murmured. Then something clicked. She straightened, blinking hard at him.

“Wait. How the hell did you even get in? I don’t remember giving you a key.” Her pretty eyes narrowed, hazel irises flashing with mild indignation. 

Ken lifted both hands in mock surrender, his grin positively wicked. “Heh, guilty,” he responded coolly. “Took the liberty. You were kinda busy… or did you forget you passed out on me?”

Ayla rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt, her hands bracing tight on her hips as she shook her head again. “Unbelievable. I barely even know you.”

The older man just laughed with that deep, low rumble that made her insides curl. He stepped forward once more, and his hand came down to cup her ass through the oversized shirt. He gave her a firm, possessive squeeze that made her breath hitch, then landed a sharp, playful smack that sent a soft yelp tumbling out of her mouth.

“Clearly enough to let me choke you with my cock,” he snapped back with a wide, knowing smirk. She glared at him, a deep red rising across her cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were stuck in her throat from the sheer embarrassment coursing through her. 

“Go on, take a shower, princess. You reek of me,” Ken continued, leaning in, his voice lowering as his strong hand slipped under the hem of her shirt to brush her bare hip. “And you’re gonna reek of me more again later, so you better get clean while you can.”

Ayla sputtered, her cheeks and ears white hot as she shoved lightly at his chest. “You’re such a pervert.”

Ken chuckled, brushing a quick kiss to her cheek as he turned back to the bags. “Lunch will be ready by the time you’re out. Now get going, before I decide you look better right back in that bed, dirty or not.”

Ayla shook her head, fighting the little smile pulling at her lips as she backed away toward the hallway, her hips swaying with that still-sore, awkward little shuffle he’d given her. Her eyes were wide as she felt her pussy growing wet once more. She hated what this man was doing to her… but she also loved it.

Steam curled off Ayla’s damp skin as she stepped out of the shower, her head wrapped in a towel, her body tingling and fresh after scrubbing away the sticky remnants of yesterday. She stood at the mirror for a moment, her eyes drifting over her reflection. There were faint marks he’d left on her throat, chest, and thighs. A shiver ran down her spine as a gentle ache pulsed between her thighs like a heartbeat. 

She padded back to her room, toweling her hair dry before slipping into something comfortable, but skimpy enough to feel a little dangerous. Soft cotton shorts that hugged her hips just right, and a cropped tank that showed the smooth curve of her belly and swell of her breasts. She saw how Ken looked at her when she wore something similar the day before, so she decided to wear it again.

When she wandered back into the kitchen, the smell hit her first—warm and savory. Ken stood at the stove, plates already set out on the island. Eggs, bacon, some toast, and a few cut-up avocados, she definitely didn’t remember buying. 

“Wow,” she said, eyebrows raised as she slid onto the barstool. “So, the creep who breaks into my apartment and spanks me also cooks? You’re a Renaissance man, huh?”

Ken glanced over his shoulder, a sly grin on his face as he carried the last plate over and set it in front of her. “Only for you, sweetheart,” he replied warmly, though there was a teasing edge. He brushed a kiss to the top of her head, his hand lingering on her shoulder a beat longer than necessary.

Ayla let out an exasperated giggle as she picked up her fork and poked at her eggs. “Okay, I’ll give you this one. You’re surprising me more and more.”

Ken tilted his head to the side, curiously amused. “All good things, I hope?”

A small smile formed on her flushed face as she gave a subtle nod. “Yup.”

They ate mostly in comfortable silence, the soft clink of utensils and the occasional hum of Ken’s deep chuckle filling the kitchen. Every so often, Ayla’s eyes drifted to him, staring at the way his forearms flexed when he cut into his bacon, the relaxed but unmistakably dominant ease he had even now.

Halfway through, curiosity finally won out. She set her fork down and turned her head to him, brow arching. “So… I’ve been wondering,” she started, her voice teasing but laced with real interest. “Where exactly do you get all this money to just… throw at me, huh? You’re not secretly scamming old ladies out of their pensions, are you?”

Ken snorted, dabbing the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “Scamming old ladies? Cute. No, baby. I promise it’s all mine.” He paused, dark eyes flicking to meet hers, not giving much away. “Let’s just say I’m well-off enough that spoiling you doesn’t put a dent in anything important.”

Ayla narrowed her eyes playfully, but there was an inquisitive glint behind them. “So, what, do you have a trust fund? Secret mafia daddy? Are you gonna tell me or am I just supposed to keep guessing until I’m right?”

Ken only shrugged, with an amused smirk. “Let’s just say I make good investments. Been working for myself for a long time.” He leaned back in his chair, arms folded loosely across his chest as he gazed over her again, from her messy dark hair down to the way her shorts rode high on her thighs. “And you’re one of the better investments I’ve made.”

Ayla made a face, cheeks warm despite her scoff. “Ugh. That’s so gross. You can’t just say stuff like that with a straight face. I’m more than just an object, you know.”

He laughed. “I can, and I just did.” He reached out, his fingers brushing the inside of her knee, squeezing lightly. “But you’re no object to me, princess. You’re just a girl who deserves the world.”

Ayla sucked in a breath and clenched her thighs under the table as she rested a hand over his, her face a deep red as she processed his words. “Hmm, I hope I’m the only girl you’re spoiling.”

Ken squeezed harder, his hands sliding lower as he smoothly replied, “One and only.”

They finished up slowly, the last few bites eaten with playful little looks exchanged between them. Ayla licked a crumb of toast from her fingertip and shot him a look when he smirked at her mouth—that same knowing grin that said he was already thinking about using it again. She rolled her eyes, but her thighs pressed together under the table all the same.

When the plates were scraped clean, she shooed him away from the sink with a mock glare. “I’ll do it,” she said, nudging him with her hip. “You already cooked. I would be a horrible host, having my guest do everything. It’s the least I can do.”

Ken just hummed behind her, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed as he watched her rinse off the plates. She could feel his eyes on her—the slow way they dragged up her bare legs to the hem of her shorts, the lazy way they lingered on the soft curve of her back when she bent over to stack a dish.

She should’ve known better than to turn her back on him for too long.

Ayla squeaked when she felt him close in behind her, his big hands bracing on the edge of the sink on either side of her hips, caging her in. Her stomach fluttered when she felt the heat of his body press against her ass, his hard bulge grinding slow, deliberate circles against her through his shorts. 

“Ohh… Ken…” she breathed, her voice low, half-scolding, half-wanting. She bit her bottom lip when he rutted against her again, the friction sending a ripple of heat straight down her thighs. “Mmm… you’re such a horny dog. I’m still sore, you ass.”

“Good,” he murmured roughly. “You’ll get used to it.”

He kissed her shoulder teasingly, then dropped to his knees so fast she didn’t even have time to twist around. She gasped when his fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down past her hips in one swift motion.

“No panties, huh?” His tone was low, filthy, and pleased as her shorts pooled around her ankles. He spread her thighs apart with his hands, his broad palms warm and rough against her tender skin. “God, you naughty girl… you’re asking for it.”

“Ken—” Ayla’s protest died on her tongue when his mouth pressed between her plush cheeks, a hot, open-mouthed kiss that made her entire body jerk.  She braced her wet hands on the counter, her breath catching as she felt his tongue drag through her slick folds, slow and heavy.

“Fuck—oh god…” she whimpered, her head falling forward as her mouth parted to let long, sultry moans escape from deep within her. His tongue felt too good, licking over her swollen pussy like he owned it. Like he hadn’t already spent the entire day before showing her exactly that.

Ken groaned against her, the low, hungry sound vibrating through her core as he licked deeper, his hands tightening around her thighs to keep her spread and helpless for him. His tongue flicked her clit, then circled it in slow, lazy spirals that made her knees tremble.

Ayla’s white painted nails scraped against the edge of the sink, her soft gasps echoing around the kitchen as she rocked back against his mouth instinctively. “Fuck—Ken—baby, hah… oh my god—”

He didn’t answer, didn’t let up, he just remained buried between her thighs, devouring her like a meal he couldn’t bear to leave unfinished. The faint clatter of dishes and the warm sunlight pouring through the window only made it feel more obscene. Her moans fueled Ken to eat her out more deeply, salaciously, not caring one bit that she was still tender.

And god, she didn’t care if her body was aching with soreness. Not with his tongue moving like that, pulling her open, making her needy and horny all over again for something she couldn't resist.

Ken groaned against her, the sound sending a fresh shiver up Ayla’s spine as he buried his face deeper. His hands spread her wide, and he pressed his thumbs gently into the soft curve of her ass, keeping her steady when her knees threatened to buckle.

His tongue moved with maddening purpose, giving her long, slow drags up her slick folds, then sharp flicks over her sensitive bud that made her hips twitch uncontrollably. He pulled back just enough to breathe out a rough, hungry laugh against her flushed skin.

“Fuck… you taste so sweet, baby. Can’t get enough of this pussy,” he rasped, giving her cheek a playful bite that made her squeak. 

Ayla’s slender fingers curled tightly around the edge of the sink as her legs trembled. She gasped when he pushed his tongue lower, dipping inside her, fucking her with slow, deep strokes that made her thighs quiver. 

“Oh—oh my… K-Ken… Hah… Ouuhhhh—hmmm—” she whimpered, her voice breaking on a moan that encouraged Ken to press on. Her head hung low as her tongue lazily lolled from her lips, her glazed hazel eyes fluttered as her toes curled against the cold tile. She rocked back to meet each thrust of his tongue, desperately trying to feel him go deeper into her needy pussy. 

It was so filthy. The wet sounds of him lapping at her, the way his low groans vibrated straight to her core. Every flick, every swirl, every deep stroke of his tongue made her walls clench.

“Fuck—right there—don’t stop. Deeper, Ken… deeper,” she panted, her hips grinding helplessly back into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her toes flexed and curled harder, while her thighs trembled with each wave of heat that rolled through her. 

Ken’s growl turned rougher when he felt her tighten around his tongue. He grabbed her ass harder, fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her open and steady for him to devour her sweet nectar. His tongue worked her relentlessly now, thrusting deeper, then curling into her most sensitive spots, which caused her to gasp and moan louder while her desperate cries echoed off the apartment walls.

“Ken—fuck fuck fuck! Ouhhh… ah ah… uh uh uh… hmmm… yes!” Ayla uttered, her voice high and strained, her legs shuddered uncontrollably. Her knees nearly gave out when the heat inside her finally snapped, and pure pleasure crashed through her like a tidal wave.

She came with a sharp, helpless cry, and her hips jerked as her pussy pulsed around his tongue. He didn’t stop, however. He licked through every tremor, every gasp and ragged moan, his low, satisfied groan muffled by her creaming cunt. 

Ayla fell forward, her dark hair falling around her face as she sucked in shaky breaths, her entire body humming from the aftershocks. She could barely stay standing; her bare feet jittered against the floor, and her legs twitched in strong, momentary waves as Ken pulled back, his mouth and chin glistening with her release.

“Good girl, he murmured, his voice thick with praise and satisfaction as he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her thigh. “So fucking sweet for me. Could’ve had you for breakfast, princess.”

Ayla just whimpered, her legs shaking so badly she thought they might give out any second. But god, she didn’t care. Not when he made her feel like that. Not when he was still looking at her like she was the only thing in the world worth tasting. 

He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his dark eyes gleaming with that wicked, hungry edge that made her knees weak all over again. He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, then ran his tongue slowly over his lips, tasting every last bit of her. 

Ayla looked over her shoulder, locking eyes with him. The way he stared at her like he utterly owned her made her stomach all tight and fluttery with excitement, and gratified.

Then—smack. His hand landed on her ass, a sharp, possessive swat that made her yelp and clutch the sink even tighter. “Eep!”

“Finish up here, baby,” he said with a low, commanding tone as he stood, towering over her again. He gave her hip a rough squeeze, his thumb brushing just under the curve of her cheek. “Then get your pretty ass back in bed. We've got another long day ahead of us.”

Ayla swallowed, her pretty eyes wide and dazed as she twisted to face him. She felt the rush of heat bloom between her thighs all over again, her skin flushed, her breath shaky. She nodded, small and obedient, her voice a whisper. “Y-yeah… okay.”

Ken smirked at her, brushing one more fleeting kiss to her temple before he turned and strolled off toward the bedroom as if he owned the place.

Ayla let out a soft laugh, her legs still weak as she forced herself to stand upright. She reached for the sponge; her hands were still damp from before, and she rushed to finish rinsing the last plate. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pussy still pulsing with every tiny movement. 

She didn’t even bother to pull her shorts back up. They lay abandoned around her ankles where he’d left them. She just stepped out of them, naked from the waist down, cheeks burning and loins slick as she cleaned up the sink as quickly as she could.

Every second that ticked by sent a thrill through her. The thought of him waiting for her, sprawled out on her soiled bed, probably rock hard, was so damn arousing. She never felt so horny in her life.

As she wiped her hands dry, Ayla bit her lip around a nervously excited grin, then she turned on her heel, bending down to pick up her shorts before padding down the hall—her heart racing for what came next.

-

Ayla’s knees dug into the soft carpet as she settled between his spread thighs, the fuzzy surface warm against her bare skin. She’d shed the last of what little clothes she had on the second she entered the room, her silky black hair falling loose around her shoulders, messy strands across her pretty face. She tucked her feet under her and pressed her thighs together as she leaned in, her breath hot against his hard, thick cock.

Ken sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back just enough to get a perfect view of her in the tall closet mirror. From where he sat, he could see everything—the soft curve of her spine, the way her ass dipped into that pretty arch as she leaned forward, the dark tumble of her hair falling over her shoulders and back as she bobbed her head over his cock.

His hand was tangled in her locks, guiding her pace with slow, possessive tugs. He could feel her moans humming through him every time she pulled back to swirl her tongue around his swollen head before taking him deep again, wetter, sloppier, like she wanted to choke herself on it. 

“Fuck, baby… look at you,” Ken rasped, his voice rough with hunger as his eyes flicked from the mirror to the top of her bowed head. He tugged her hair back just enough so he could watch her soft lips stretch around him, spit glistening at the corners of her mouth. “Such a good little slut.”

Ayla’s hazel eyes fluttered open, glassy and wide as she looked up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, and her throat worked to swallow him deeper. He watched the muscles of her back shift in the reflection, the subtle flex of her shoulders as she braced her hands on his toned thighs for balance.

When she pulled back, a string of spit connected her lips to the tip of his throbbing cock. She moaned softly, letting his head rest heavy on her tongue, her breath coming in hot, shaky pants that fanned the base of his stomach.

“Augh… fuck… that’s it, princess… go deeper for me.”

Ken groaned, his hips giving a slow, controlled thrust that pushed him past her lips again, making her choke and whimper around his thick length. He nibbled on his bottom lip, watching the filthy, beautiful sight of her flushed and needy, naked on the floor, working him over like she was made for it. 

“Shit… you’re gonna suck the soul outta me, baby,” he growled with an amused smirk, his hand tightening in her hair as he held her there, his cock buried deep in her mouth. “So fucking pretty… Fuuuuuck.”

Ayla let out another muffled moan, her toes curling into the carpet as she forced herself to hold his gaze, half-lidded, ruined, and loving every second of it. 

Ken’s thighs trembled, his stomach becoming taut as he fought the urge to lose control and blow right into her perfect wet mouth. His breath came in ragged, heavy gasps that rolled into low growls that made her shiver. His cock pulsed against her tongue, thick and swollen, filling her mouth until drool spilled from the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin.

“Augh… Goddamn...” he rasped, his jaw clenching as he looked down at her. “You’re such a good fucking girl… My perfect little slut. Look at you…” His thumb brushed her damp cheek as his lips curled into a satisfied, hungry grin.

Ayla gagged softly when he pushed his cock into her a little deeper, her throat tightening around him. A guttural groan escaped his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, her soft lips grazing his base. Her pretty eyes watered, but she never broke his gaze; the slick mess only made her look more desperate, more needy. Her white painted nails dug into his thighs as she skillfully bobbed, pulling back just enough to suck hard on his leaking head before sliding down again. 

Ken tightened his grip in her hair, but instead of holding her down, he tugged her back with a ragged grunt. Ayla gasped when his cock slipped from her lips, spit trailing down her chin as she blinked up at him, dazed and ruined.

“Fuck,” he panted, his chest heaving, “as much as I wanna empty my load down your throat, I need to feel your pussy instead.”

Before she could respond, he had her by the arms, picking her up effortlessly to her feet. Ayla let out a soft squeal, half-protest, half-thrill, her legs wobbling as he spun her around. His hands roamed her waist and hips greedily, feeling out her soft curves until he bent her forward over the edge of the bed. 

Her cheek pressed into the sheets, her ass in the air, pussy wet and ready for him, her thighs slick, and her folds glistened in the light filtering through the blinds. 

Ken’s breath deepened as he stood behind her, his cock heavy in his fist as he stroked himself and lined his tip against her entrance. “Goddamn, princess,” he muttered lowly. “You’re dripping for me.”

Ayla whimpered, her fingers clutching the sheets tight as she squirmed against the blunt press of his cockhead against her needy slit. “Hmm… Ken…” she purred, her voice shaky and pleading.

He smirked as he placed one hand against her back, the other still firmly on her hip, and pinned her into the mattress. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he growled. “I’m gonna stretch this tight little pussy until I make you feel me for days.”

Then he pushed. 

His thick head spread her open slowly, deliciously, her wetness sucking him inch by inch until Ayla’s mouth parted to emit a sharp, breathless cry. Her body tensed, then melted, and her toes curled into the carpet as her walls clamped down around him. 

“Fuuuck,” Ken groaned, his hips pressing flush against her ass. “Still so tight for me.”

Ayla’s eyes squeezed shut, her lashes wet as she moaned into the sheets, every nerve alight with the deep stretch inside her. “Ouuuhh… Ah—so deep,” she gasped, her nails clawing at the bed as he bottomed out, buried to the hilt.

Ken held still for a moment, savoring the way her pussy gripped him, then pulled back slowly, almost teasingly, before slamming back in with a sharp thrust that made her yelp. His pace picked up quickly, hips snapping against her ass with a heavy slap; the lewd sounds echoed through her room with each thrust.  

Her body rocked forward with every push, her breasts were pressed into the mattress, her voice breaking into shameless, hungry moans. “Ken! Ah ah ah—uh uh uh! Hm! Fuck!”

He snarled low in his throat and pounded into her harder, each thrust making the bed creak under them. “That’s it, princess,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust. “Scream my name. Let your neighbors hear who’s wrecking this pussy.”

Ayla could barely think; her body shuddered against his rutting, and every sharp thrust pushed her closer to the edge. The sex was just as good as the night before, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to beg him to slow down or never to stop. 

Ken’s hand cracked against her ass; the sharp, sudden smack made her jolt with a squeal that broke into a moan. The sting made her skin light on fire, and she turned her head just enough to glance back at him. Their eyes locked, her hazel orbs glassy and needy, and her lush, pink lips parted as more breathy moans escaped from her mouth. He looked on, a crooked grin stretching across his face as he saw how she was falling apart before him.

Her ankles crossed tight as he drove deeper, every thrust sinking deliciously to the hilt, his cock stretching her so full she could hardly breathe. The angle forced her open, legs twitching as her body rocked with every heavy slap of his hips against her ass. 

“Yeah… that’s it, baby,” Ken growled, licking his lips. “So fucking desperate for it. You love this dick, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes!” Ayla cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Her voice cracked as he bottomed out again, the pressure hitting deep, right where she needed it. “I love it, I fucking love it—oh my god! Mhhhm!”

Ken’s grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back onto him harder, forcing her to take every inch. “That’s right, you love this dick,” he rasped, leaning over, his breath hot against her ear. “Knew you were just waiting for someone like me to give you what you deserve. You’re mine now, princess. Say it.”

Her eyes squeezed shut, and her voice spilled out in broken gasps between thrusts. “Yours! I’m yours, Ken—fuck, I can’t—”

Her hot walls fluttered desperately around him, the heat in her belly coiling tighter with every thrust and filthy word that spilled from his lips. 

“That’s it, Ayla,” Ken groaned, snapping his hips harder, spanking her again just to hear that sweet, shameless moan. “Cum on this cock. Make a mess for me, baby.”

The command broke her. Ayla’s back arched, her cry muffled in the sheets as her pussy clamped tight around him. Her whole body shook, trembling with the force of her orgasm, her thighs quivering, her ankles locked together as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. 

Ken growled her name through clenched teeth, fucking her through it, relentless until her moans turned into whimpers and her body went limp against the mattress. He didn’t let up, holding her hips firmly, savoring the way she milked him, hot, tight, and dripping with her sweet cream. 

When her voice finally broke into a shaky laugh, muffled into the sheets, she twisted her head enough to meet his eyes again, flushed and ruined, but smiling. “You’re… such an asshole,” she breathed out, half-choked, half-blissful. 

Ken smirked, dragging his hand down her back, then giving her ass a possessive squeeze. “Yeah,” he murmured, pulling her tight against him. “But you fucking love it.”

Ayla let out a breathless laugh, rolling her eyes as he dragged her up the bed with him. The sheets bunched under her, her hair fanning out messily against the pillows as Ken loomed over her. He spread her thighs apart with ease, his cock sliding against her soaked folds before he pushed back inside.

She gasped, letting out a long, sultry moan as he bottomed out again, filling her so completely that her legs wrapped tight around his waist on instinct. “Ohhhh, fuck—Ken…” she whined, her head falling back, hazel eyes already glazed with lust. 

His mouth crashed against hers, hot and messy; their tongues tangled as he drove into her faster, deeper, the bed frame rattling with each thrust. Their kiss turned sloppy, broken by her moans as she clawed at his back. Her nails dragged across his skin, leaving faint, burning trails as he buried himself again and again. 

Ken groaned into her mouth, then dipped lower, his scruff grazing her soft skin as he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. His hot breath spilled against her ear as he muttered, “Fuck, this pussy’s mine. You feel that? You’re fucking mine, Ayla.”

Her eyes rolled back, her body writhing beneath him, every thrust hitting so deep it made her toes curl. “Yes—yes, this pussy is yours! Ah! I can feel you in my stomach. Ha—ouhhhh!”

The wet slap of his heavy balls smacking against her ass filled the room, the rhythm unrelenting as his pace quickened. Ken’s jaw tightened, and his grunts became low and guttural as his body hovered above hers. She felt him swell inside her; his thrusts turning erratic as his climax approached rapidly, the pressure becoming unbearable. 

With a sharp grunt, Ken slammed deep and held there; his cock twitched as he spilled his hot, heavy load inside her. His heavy balls contracted tight against her cheeks, pulse after pulse filling her to the brim until it overflowed. 

Ayla’s nails dug deep into his back, her body arching against him as she shuddered, another wave of pleasure washing over her from the heat of him cumming inside her once more. Her moans melted into soft whimpers, while her legs trembled around his waist as he stayed buried, grinding into her as if he couldn’t let go. 

For a long moment, neither of them moved. They just remained still, their heavy breaths tangling, their sweaty, sticky skin pressed together tightly, and her hazel eyes were half-lidded and dazed. 

“Fuck…” Ken muttered hoarsely against her neck, giving her cheek a gentle kiss. “You got me addicted, sweetheart. Might need to stay the whole week for this.”

Ayla let out a weak laugh, still catching her breath, her fingers tracing the red marks she’d left on his back. “You talk too much,” she whispered, her voice shaky but warm.

-

Some time later, Ayla lay on her side, her face glowing in a soft light from her phone. The sheets were tangled around her waist, her bare shoulders exposed, and her skin still warm from the hours they’d spent on each other. Ken was behind her, his arm slung over her stomach as he pulled her close, his chest pressed against her back. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in her sweet scent with a quiet, satisfied groan. 

She scrolled lazily through her camera roll, thumb flicking over photo after photo: some teasing mirror shots, staged angles, and a few teasing cosplays she kept tucked away for special posts. Her lips pursed in thought, wondering which one to post. 

Ken’s voice rumbled low against her ear, warm and lazy. “So… are there any secret photos I haven’t seen yet? Something you’ve been holding back from me?”

Ayla rolled her glossy hazel eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” she muttered, giving him a brief, bemused glance behind her shoulder.

He chuckled and nuzzled closer, his lips brushing her shoulder. “What? Just curious if you’re saving any more surprises for me.”

She snorted softly, shifting back to her phone and trying not to let her cheeks burn. “You’re a greedy man. I literally let you fuck me, and you still want more.” 

“Damn right,” Ken responded, pressing a kiss into her dark curls. His hand slid lower, brushing over her stomach and teasing at the sheets as though ready to start trouble again. “You love the attention I give you. Don’t lie.”

Ayla bit her lip, hiding her grin as she scrolled past a particularly dirty mirror pic she’d never posted, one she’d only sent to him. Her thumb hovered, then quickly swiped past it before he could peek. 

“Uh-huh,” Ken drawled, catching the flicker of hesitation. “That little skip was suspicious. What’d you just hide from me, princess?”

“Nothing you haven’t seen already, Ken,” she said quickly, laughing under her breath. 

Ken’s hand tightened on her hip, pulling her snug against him as he growled playfully in her ear, “I’ll get it out of you eventually. You know I always do.”

-

Ayla took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing the front of her plaid dress before slipping on her shoes. She wore a simple brown plaid pinafore dress layered over a cream blouse with a rounded collar, paired with her clean white sneakers. Her silky black hair framed her face in soft waves, the faint shine of lip gloss finishing the look. She lingered a moment longer than she needed to, nerves twisting in her stomach, then finally opened the bedroom door. 

Ken was waiting in the living room, leaning against the counter with one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks. The fitted polo he wore hugged his toned frame just right, the fabric stretched across his chest and shoulders in a way that made it clear he didn’t wear anything cheap. He looked good, confident, relaxed, like he owned the space. And he definitely radiated that hot DILF aura she was attracted to. His dark eyes flicked up the second she appeared. 

“Took you long enough, princess,” he teased, that cocky grin curling his mouth.

Ayla gave a soft roll of her eyes, her sneakers squeaking across the hardwood as she walked out. “I’m kinda limping around, thanks to you,” she muttered, her cheeks warming at the admission. 

Ken chuckled lowly as his gaze swept down her figure. He let out a low whistle. “Mm. Worth the wait.”

She shifted, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder and trying not to fidget under his stare. “So?” she asked, lifting her chin, trying to act cool even as the heat crept into her face. “Do you like it?”

Ken pushed off the counter, closing the distance until his hands found her hips, pulling her close. “I don’t just like it,” he murmured, his voice rough at the edges. “I fucking love it. As stylish as ever, Ayla.”

Her blush deepened, her lips twitching despite herself. She swatted lightly on his arm as she moved toward the door. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though it lacked any sharpness. 

He grinned wider. “And yet here you are, dressed up for little old me.”

Ayla exhaled, her hazel eyes narrowing as she tilted her head at him. “Still not sure what you’re up to with this whole… dinner thing,” she admitted. “I mean, you drag me out of bed, make me dress up, and now you want to wine and dine with me? What’s the catch?”

Ken’s smirk softened into something steadier. He walked back over to her and cupped her face, thumb brushing over her cheek. “No catch,” he said simply. “I just want to take you out. Treat my lady the way she deserves to be treated.”

Her heart skipped at that, the words slipping into her chest like a hook she hadn’t prepared for. She scoffed quickly, trying to hide the sudden warmth blooming under her skin. “Your lady, huh?”

“Mm-hm.” He nodded once, firm and certain, like there was nothing left to debate. “That’s what you are now, no?”

Ayla rolled her eyes again, but her lips curved into another smile. “You can’t just… decide that. What if I want to take things… slow?”

Ken leaned closer, brushing his nose lightly against her temple as he whispered, “Slow? A bit too late for that, isn’t it?”

She shook her head, flustered and grinning uncontrollably, caught between skepticism and the flutter of excitement in her chest she couldn’t deny. What is this man doing to me?

Dinner had been nice, nicer than expected. The restaurant was warm and low-lit, the kind of place Ayla usually only saw on her phone when her friends posted about anniversaries or big nights out. Ken, per usual, spoiled her, allowing her to get whatever she wanted, regardless of the price. She’d tried to argue at first, but he waved her off with that easy grin of his, ordering drinks and dessert on top of it all. It felt… strange. Comfortable, almost as if she sat across from him in the booth while they ate and talked.

Afterward, they wandered through the mall, not really looking for anything, just moving together with the flow of the evening crowds. Ayla’s sneakers squeaked faintly on the tile, and her dress brushed against her thighs with every step. She kept her arms close at her sides, but they still walked close enough that their hands would brush every so often. Every time it happened, her chest tightened, though she tried not to show it. 

The third time it happened, Ken just reached down and laced his fingers through hers, holding her hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

Ayla stiffened, glancing up at him in surprise. “Ken…” she whispered, unsure if she meant it was a protest. 

He smirked down at her, calm as ever. “Relax. It’s just a hand.”

Her lips pressed together, but she didn’t pull away. His grip was steady, warm, and grounding in a way that made her head spin. She turned her eyes forward, cheeks searing hot. It had been a while since she’d been this intimate with someone. 

She’d never thought she’d be here, walking hand in hand with him like some couple on a casual night out. Just weeks ago, he was only a faceless name on her screen, her shameless online perv that would shower her with generous tips. And now…

Her fingers squeezed his a little tighter before she could stop herself. 

Ken noticed, of course. When she risked a glance at him, that cooked grin was already waiting for her. 

Ayla huffed softly, rolling her eyes as a pink blush rose in her cheeks. “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she muttered, though her hand remained with his. 

Ken chuckled proudly, raising and kissing the back of her hand gently. “Of course, I am. Who wouldn’t like spending this fine evening with a pretty lady like you?”

She just stared at him, unsure how to respond, though her heart couldn’t help but flutter in her chest. She gave a faint smile, accepting the compliment before shifting her attention elsewhere. “You really know how to make a girl blush,” she said quietly, leaning into him a bit more.

Ken just hummed warmly, guiding them through the crowd and onto the next destination so that he could spoil her rotten once more.

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The sun hung low over the quiet stretch of beach as the clear blue ocean waves softly rippled lazily against the sand. 

Cassandra lay stretched out on her stomach on a thin blanket. The fabric of the skimpy little black bikini Raj had bought for her from the market stand the day before did little to hide the shape of her body. The thin strings tied around her hips cut into the curve of her ass just enough to make Raj grin every time he caught a glimpse.

She felt his eyes on her now, as she always did. His wiry shadow loomed over her as he stepped behind her on the sand. The subtle ache between her thighs was a blissful reminder of last night’s passionate lovemaking session. A lot of lustful, raw truth was revealed then, causing her to rethink her life choices about her career… and Jason. 

Cassandra’s mind was spinning at an almost dizzying pace. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering staying with this perverted old man. But god. The things he did to her made that choice so damn tempting. 

“Hmm… look at you, Cassandra…” Raj murmured, his Indian accent curling around his words. He squatted down next to her, the sand crunching under his feet as he dragged his rough palm along the back of her thigh. “So pretty in this tiny thing I got for you, no?”

She cracked one eye open, smirking as she shifted her hips, making the tiny bikini bottom ride even higher. “You’re staring again, old man.”

Raj chuckled amusingly low in his throat. “Heh, of course I stare. How can I not, eh? Look at this ass… all mine.” He reached out, cupping her cheek in his dark palm, squeezing just enough to make her soft flesh spill between his bony fingers. Cassandra shivered, the sun hot on her back, but his touch even hotter. 

“Hmm, Raj…” she warned, though her voice was more amused than annoyed. She buried her face in her folded arms, biting her lip when he leaned over her, his knees pressing into the blanket as he squeezed the other cheek too. He kneaded her ass slowly, thumbs brushing under the strings that barely hid anything. 

A bit later, as the afternoon sun dipped lower over the ocean, the beach became quieter and emptier than it already was. All that remained was the constant sound of waves and the occasional breeze brushing through the trees. 

Cassandra sat with her legs stretched out, sunglasses on, her skin glistening with a sheen of tanning oil. Her tiny bikini still barely covered anything, especially now that she had two strong drinks with Raj to take the edge off. The bottle of tropical rum he’d brought was nearly gone now, poured into plastic cups they’d been sipping from, mixed with soda and local crushed fruit. 

She was flushed and giggling, a little tipsy, her head tilted back as Raj settled snugly behind her. 

“Hmmm… Raj, this rum is really strong,” she said lazily, swirling the last bit of her drink before downing it. “But really good.”

Raj chuckled, his accent low and smooth in her ear. “Glad you agree. Best we enjoy paradise with a little something to ease the mood, no?”

He leaned in close, his bare chest pressed against her back, skinny arms wrapping around her as he rested his bony hands just below her ribs. The heat between them was already simmering, but now, with the rum running hot in her blood, she didn’t bother hiding the way she pressed into him. 

Raj’s hands moved higher, slow and greedy, until his palms cupped her breasts over the bikini top. He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over the thin fabric, teasing her nipples until they stiffened from his touch.

Cassandra let out a soft breath, her body squirming slightly as he kissed her shoulder, then the side of her neck. 

“Raj…” she whispered, biting back a pleased grin. “Someone one might see…”

The old bastard only laughed, his breath hot against her skin. “Hmm, no one’s here, just us, beautiful.”

“God, you’re such a dirty old man,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Her body was already melting into him, her long legs drawing together at the building heat between them.

His lecherous hands didn’t stop. One stayed on her breast, squeezing and kneading her soft flesh while the other slid down, tracing the soft curve of her stomach, then even lower. She gasped softly as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her bikini bottoms, teasing her smooth-shaven mound, then dipping lower between her legs. 

“Mmm… so wet already, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling against her ear. “You want this, no? You’ve wanted it all day.”

Cassandra swallowed hard, her breath hitching as his fingers rubbed slow, deliberate circles against her slick lips, her pussy growing wetter by the second.

“Oh… fuck… Raj…” she warned, though her tone lacked any sharpness.

He just smiled into the crook of her neck, kissing her perfect skin again as his hand worked slowly under her bikini bottoms. The rum, the ocean, the heat, and the way he lewdly touched her all melted together. Her thighs twitched, and she lifted her hips without meaning to.

“That’s it,” Raj murmured, fingers dipping ever deeper. “Good girl… let it happen.”

Cassandra’s breath deepened as Raj’s fingers slid even deeper, curling just right. He knew her body well, every sweet spot, every way she twitched or squeezed when he hit it. His bony fingers moved slowly but firmly, coaxing her open, teasing her clit with his palm while he worked her from the inside. 

She bit her lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly. Her sunglasses fell halfway down her nose, and her dark hair was a mess from the salty breeze, but she couldn’t care less. Raj was behind her, his mouth pressed against her neck like a sucker fish, whispering filth in that thick accent between kisses. 

His free hand cupped her jaw and turned her face toward him. Their mouths immediately crashed together into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues sliding together. He swallowed her gasps as he slid two fingers past her wet folds, drawing a muffled moan from her.

Raj grinned against her lips, feeling her squirm against his touch. He fingered her harder, his digits sleuthing skillfully in and out of her aching pussy while his other hand moved to her tit, gripping it while their lips locked in a sloppy, heated kiss.

He didn’t rush. His middle two fingers kept sliding in and out of her folds, and her wetness seeped into his palm as he worked her with expert precision. His other hand greedily groped her boob, his fingers sliding beneath her top, his thumb flicking over her nipple. 

“Mmm… just like that,” he whispered. “You feel that, Cassandra? You’re gripping me so tight… Can’t wait to slide my cock in this pussy again.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, nibbling on her lip as her hips shifted, grinding slightly against his hand.

He moved deeper, stretching her a little more, curling his fingers upward until she gasped again. Her hand reflexively grabbed at his thigh for support. The sensation of him prodding at her G-spot made her legs quiver and her pretty blue eyes flutter. His rhythm was steady but relentless, dragging out every pulse and squeeze from inside her soaked pussy.

Raj sucked lightly on her earlobe. “You gonna cum for me? Out in the open like this?”

She didn’t answer, too lost in the pleasure. Her toes curled against the blanket, the pressure in her belly rising fast as his fingers continued their arousing onslaught. The deep curls followed by teasing strokes along her clit with his palm sent potent shocks through her. Every drag of his hand drew heavier breaths and moans from her lips. 

They kissed again, their tongues tangling as she moaned into his mouth, gasping between kisses as her body tightened and trembled against his wiry form. His fingers didn’t stop. 

“Ouuuhhh—Raj—right there… right there—”

“Go on, baby,” he urged, his voice almost loving. “Let me feel it. Cum. Cum for me.”

She came with a sharp gasp, thighs clamping together tightly around his hand as her orgasm tore through her. Her whole body jerked, and her hips rocked against his hand as he fucked her through it, slow and deliberate. She writhed in his arms, and the pleasure washed over her in waves. 

Raj held her steady, murmuring softly into her ear, kissing her cheek as she rode it out. When her breathing slowed, he finally pulled his fingers free, slick and coated with her sweet nectar. 

He brought them to his mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean one at a time as if they were dessert. 

“Mmm… always so sweet.”

Cassandra, flushed and panting, turned her head and gave him a crooked, breathless smile. 

“Pervert.”

Raj just grinned and leaned in to kiss her again. It was slow and hungry with the taste of her still on his tongue. 

Cassandra panted heavily, still breathless from her orgasm, but the hunger hadn’t gone away. If anything, it had deepened. Her lips were red and slightly parted, and her cheeks were still flushed from the pleasure he’d just pulled out of her on this pristine beach. But now there was something more in her gaze, something primal.

“Hmm, I want to fuck,” she murmured, sliding her hand up his thigh and giving him a look that left nothing to question. 

A cocky, knowing grin stretched across Raj’s face. “Hah… of course you do,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again. His mouth devoured hers, lips and tongue greedy, her hands already tugging at the waistband of his swim shorts.

But a sharp gust of wind reminded them where they were. They were still exposed even if the beach was mostly empty. They didn’t want to risk getting caught. Raj pulled back with a wicked look in his eye, glancing toward a patch of tangled brush just a short walk up the shore. 

Without a word, he nodded toward it. Cassandra raised a brow as she curiously looked on.

“What?” she asked, though a spark in her eyes said she already knew.

The old man grinned. “Come, come.”

They gathered their things—blanket, towels, half-empty bottle of rum—and made their way barefoot across the warm sand. Raj led the way with confidence, with his taller, American lover in tow, ducking into the overgrown brush that curved around the edge of the beach. The greenery thickened, cocooning them in a quiet, secluded space tucked away from the rest of the world. 

It was perfect. 

Sunlight filtered through the canopy above. The ground was soft with warm sand, ringed with wide leaves and thick foliage that shielded them from every angle. Raj dropped the blanket onto the ground and spread it out, smoothing the corners. 

“Now,” he said, glancing back at her as he tugged his shorts down his feet, his already hard cock springing free. “Where were we?”

Cassandra’s fetching blue eyes widened with a spark of thrill as she bit her bottom lip. Her gaze was locked on his throbbing endowment, her pussy growing insatiably wet the longer she stared. 

She wasted no time.

She reached behind her, tugging the knot of her top loose, slipping the straps down her shoulders and allowing it to fall from her chest, exposing her supple, shapely breasts. Her nipples were stiff in the humid air, and Raj’s eyes locked onto them instantly. 

She didn’t stop there.

Her slender fingers hooked into the sides of her bikini bottoms and began inching them down her hourglass hips, peeling them from her serene, fair skin. Slowly, seductively, she stepped out of them, completely bare now except for a thin anklet Raj had gifted her and the shimmer of sweat on her skin. 

Raj swallowed, beady eyes drinking her in.  

“Goddamn…” he whispered. “You’re a dream, sexy.”

She smirked. “Then lie down and let me ruin you, old man.”

He did as she said, reclining back onto the blanket, propping himself up just enough to watch her move. His cock throbbed against his stomach, precum leaking onto his dark skin. Cassandra followed, kneeling beside him and leaning over, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. Another to his stomach. Then lower. 

She kissed her way down his body, slow and sensual, her soft hands roaming, fingertips trailing over his ribs, his hips, the sharp dip of his pelvis. She shifted over, kneeling between his legs and wrapping her hand around his thick base, giving his veiny shaft a few good pumps. 

Cassandra didn’t go for it right away. Instead, she kissed lower, licking a slow strip just beneath his heavy balls, teasing his sensitive skin. Her hands slid under his thighs, palms warm and firm. Then, in one smooth motion, she pushed his legs up and apart, spreading him wide open.

Raj let out a startled breath. “Wha—Cassandra—”

But she didn’t give him a chance to resist. Her tongue met his rim with a warm, wet lick, circling, teasing, then pushing in just slightly. He moaned, a loud and raw sound, his thighs twitching as she held him open.

“Ohhh—ahh… fuuuuck…”

She worked him over with purpose. Her tongue moved in slow circles while her hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a slick, steady rhythm. His moans filled the small clearing, and his body trembled as she devoured him. 

“You like that?” she murmured, her voice low against his skin.

Raj couldn’t even answer. His back arched slightly, hands clenching the blanket beneath.

Cassandra kept going; she licked deeper, sucked his balls, and stroked him in time with her mouth. She didn’t stop until this perverted old bastard was a moaning mess, toes curled, thighs shaking. 

She glanced up at him through her lashes; her lips were slick and parted as her hand pumped his length in long, wet strokes. Raj was already trembling beneath her, breath ragged, eyes wide and glassy with pure pleasure.

She leaned in and took him deep again, swallowing his cock inch by inch until her nose brushed his grayed, stubble pubes at his base. He moaned louder and more guttural; he lifted his hips as the hot, tight, and wet sensation of her throat engulfed him. 

”Ahhh! Fuckkkkk! Yesss! So good!” 

She eased back slowly, letting him slide from her mouth with a wet pop, then dipped back lower to take both his balls into her mouth at once, warm and full against her tongue. Her hand never stopped stroking him, smooth and relentless, while her thumb gently circled the slick, sensitive head of his cock. 

Raj’s body tensed, his voice cracking. “Ohhhh god… ohhhh! More… more!”

She gave one last lick of his shaft, then pushed his thighs wider again. Her mouth trailed back down, her tongue sliding between his cheeks to find his entrance once more. She licked deeper this time, and her technique was slow, insistent, and filthy.

Raj’s skinny hips bucked as he gasped, legs twitching uncontrollably. “Fuck! C-Cassandra—”

She moaned into him, eating him out with the same focused, greedy rhythm. Her strokes matched her tongue, teasing and consuming, her face buried between his legs, her fingers gripping his thighs to keep him spread open.

He writhed against her hold, voice broken into ragged moans. His cock twitched wildly against her slick palm. He could feel his orgasm rise within him. He was close. So painfully close.

Then suddenly… she stopped.

“Augh! Argh—” Raj let out a pleading grunt. He blinked, breathless and stunned, trying to process what had just happened. 

Before he could speak, Cassandra let go of his legs and climbed up, straddling his hips with her thighs spread wide. Her pussy hovered just above his soaked cock, glistening and flushed from her own arousal. She looked down at him, smug and hungry, her breath hot and steamy. 

“Oh, don’t cum yet,” she whispered, grinding against him. “I want you to lose it inside me.”

She kept teasing him with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Raj’s breathing was erratic, his old body shuddering from the edge she had cruelly pulled him back from. His cock throbbed helplessly beneath her, soaked from her mouth, her strokes, her tongue. Everything except the one thing he loved most. 

“Augh… you Americans are so naughty,” he groaned, voice raw and amused as he locked eyes with her. “Hurry up, baby. Put it in already.”

She smirked, her fingers sliding down his wiry torso, leaving damp streaks across his brown skin. His chest rose and fell fast under her palms. His muscles were tight with tension.

“Hmm, you want it? I’ll give it to you,” she purred, voice thick with desire, “but not until you beg like a good boy.”

Raj whimpered through his clenched teeth, though his heart raced with excitement. What has gotten into her? Cassandra leaned forward, her full breasts brushing against his chest, her lips at his ear. 

“Beg.”

He growled, exasperated and desperate. “Cassandra… please, I need you… I need to feel you… inside, now! Let me feel your pussy!”

That was enough.

She straightened, planted both hands against his chest, and with one slow exhale, she guided him against her wet entrance, sinking down onto him. His cock slid into her with a hot, slick stretch that made them both gasp. Her thighs trembled slightly, her breath catching in her throat as she bottomed out, seated deep on him. 

“Mmm… fuck… so big.”

Raj’s bony fingers dug into her hips as he moaned. Cassandra’s sweaty hands spread out across his chest, her palms sliding slightly over his wiry frame. 

She started to ride him, slowly at first, rocking her hips steadily, rolling her pelvis in tight, grinding circles. Then her pace picked up. Her ankles were tucked outside his thighs with her knees bent wide, while she rose and dropped with practiced ease, bouncing with a wet slap each time she came down on him. 

Raj’s hands slid to her ass, gripping her plush flesh tightly, guiding her movements with trembling urgency. He was smaller than her, and it showed as she took control. The contrast between them was stark. The softness of her bigger, shapelier body against his lean, wiry old body always made things feel tastefully erotic. 

“You like that?” she whispered breathlessly, hips grinding deeper as her soaked pussy milked him. 

Raj’s head fell back, his mouth slack. “God… yes… ride me, baby… just like that… Augh!”

And she did. Grinding, bouncing, and teasing him again toward that edge, her body moving with sensual confidence, determined to make him lose it only when she was ready. 

Cassandra didn’t let up. Her body moved with greedy precision, her slick folds gripped his cock with every bounce. Her thighs slapped against his hips, the sound filthy and wet beneath the canopy of rustling leaves. Sweat dripped down her swaying breasts, her black hair sticking to her temples. She was wild with carnal lust; her eyes were half-lidded, and she parted her mouth in ecstasy as she worked herself up and down his addicting cock like a woman possessed.

Raj was equally a mess beneath her. He moaned decrepitly as his wrinkled hands roamed her perfect curves, grabbing her ass to keep her rhythm locked in with his pleasure. He tilted his balding head back against the blanket and took labored breaths through his clenched jaw. 

Then he looked up at her, his expression shifting into that sharp, greedy look that she was all too familiar with. 

“Spit in my mouth,” he rasped.

Cassandra blinked, breath catching, but she returned a wicked grin of her own. She leaned over him and cupped his weathered face in both hands, straddling him firm and deep. She hovered above his mouth, her hips still grinding slowly as her sweet saliva built on her tongue. He opened up for her and locked his eyes on hers like it was a sacred moment. 

She let her spit drip, slow and warm, into his mouth. 

Raj groaned, tongue flicking out to catch it. The second it landed, he surged up and captured her mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Their tongues met with a wet slap, spit stringing between them as their mouths crashed over and over again. 

Then he moved.

Raj bent his knees and planted his feet into the towel, gripping her hips harder. With a sudden thrust upward, he drove into her from below, meeting her bounce with sharp, forced power. 

Cassandra cried out, her hands slamming down onto his chest for support. His cock drove deeper now, pounding into her from a new angle that made her toes curl. Her eyes rolled back as her body shivered, her climax rising fast and wild in her core.

“Ouuhh! Raj—fuck, right there! Yesssss!”

He growled, sweat dripping down his temples. “You like that, no? Feel how deep I am? This pussy is mine!”

“Yes—god yes—this pussy is yours!”

“I want to get you pregnant,” he groaned. “I want to fuck a baby into you, Cassandra.”

Her eyes widened, and the words crashed into her like a wave of heat. Somewhere deep in her brain, a tiny voice reminded her of life back home. Jason, the expectations. But it was drowned in the rum, the lust, and the raw, filthy thrill of this moment. It also didn’t help that she had already surrendered and let him cum deep inside her the night they arrived at the resort. 

She was already his.

Cassandra moaned louder, head thrown back.

“Hmmm… do it… Please… breed me.”

Her voice cracked into a whimper, her hips slamming down as his thrusts hit harder. Their bodies moved in sync now, raw, animalistic, desperate, aching for release. He drove up into her like a man desperate to procreate as nature intended, and she took it all, grinding, bouncing, crying out with every slap of skin, eager to receive his seed. 

“Yeah? You want this fucking seed? I’ll give it to you nice and deep!” 

“Fill me up, Raj! Please! Give it to me!”

That was all he needed.

Raj slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His entire body stiffened as his cock twitched, thick spurts of cum shooting deep inside her, hot and forceful. Cassandra gasped as she felt his warmth spread within her womb. Rope after rope, his thick cum coated her walls as her own orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

Her nails dug into his chest, her voice rising into a helpless moan as her walls clenched around him, milking him for every drop. 

They stayed locked, trembling, and panting until the mind-melting waves of pleasure eased off. Her body collapsed forward onto his so that their chests were pressed together and their breathing became mixed together in the heavy, humid air. 

Neither of them spoke as they panted heavily. 

There were no thoughts of the world beyond the leaves. Just the sticky warmth between her thighs, and the way his cum felt as it spread inside her, deep and unprotected. 

Cassandra remained sprawled across Raj, both of them still heaving for breath, her skin slick against his wiry frame. His cock remained deep inside her, softening only slightly as his virile seed soaked into her fertile depths. She twitched around him with every aftershock of her orgasm, and her thighs trembled on either side of his hips.

Raj groaned low in his throat, his arms wrapped tightly around her back, holding her to him like he didn’t want to let go. 

“You feel that?” he murmured, voice hoarse and possessive. 

He gave a shallow thrust up into her, just enough to make her gasp, to remind her he was still inside, still leaking into her.

“That’s me… And I’m gonna keep you here, Cassandra,” he growled. “You’re not going back. Not to him. Not to that boring little life you had.”

She blinked, dazed and breathless, but his words only made her wetter.

Raj cupped her jaw and forced her gaze to his. “You were made for this. For me. You think he could ever fuck you like this? Make you cum like that? Stuff you full till you’re leaking?”

Cassandra whimpered, her soft lips agape, her body reacting before her brain could catch up.

“You’re staying here,” Raj whispered, as he kissed her lips and then her ear. “Gonna put a baby in you… and then another… and another. Keep you horny and well-fucked until you can’t even think straight.”

She moaned, her pussy fluttering around him again, helpless against the new wave of arousal surging through her.

“You can get that job here,” he added, voice softening but still dark. “I’m sure it pays well. We can get a better place so I can fuck you and keep you swollen and mine. You want that, don’t you?”

Cassandra’s hands gripped his chest, trembling, her body already arching toward him again. She didn’t answer right away, but her hazy, needy eyes said everything.

Then, with a faint moan, she nodded. 

“Y-yeah… I want it…”

Raj smirked and kissed her again, slowly and possessively, before he flipped her onto her back with his cock still inside, ready for another round.

“Hmm, I’m gonna knock you up by the time we leave here,” he murmured, his hands sliding behind her and pushing her long legs up toward her chest into a submissive, breeding mating press.

Cassandra could only bite hard on her lip as she stared at the old man above her. Waiting and aching for more. 

He had claimed her, and she let him.

Slight Delay…

Hey guys, I’ve had a pretty busy week so I haven’t been able to write as much as I wanted to. The Foreign short story will get a small delay as I catch up over the weekend. I’ll get it out by Monday and will be releasing the chapter for both my supporter tiers.

Thanks for the support and your patience!

Foreign Temptations Short Story News!

My Super Supporters have voted for Foreign to have a short story! Writing will begin soon and should be ready by this week!

Plot-wise, it will cover a little during their resort getaway. Of course, hot smutty sex will be mostly the focal point. It will provide a brief overview of what they do before the next main chapter, in which the plot will progress as Cassandra navigates her relationship with her fiancé and new lover.

It will be released first for the Super Support tier, then to the regular Supporter tier a week later.

Stay tuned!

Cassandra Muse: Billie Eilish

Does she make a good looking Cassandra?

Update!

What Love Allows is going along well. I have a general idea of how the plot will play out. Might be a little slow at the start, but that's in order to set up everything down the line.

I'll post a beta preview for the Super Supporter tier this weekend!

Art Commission Preview: Nora x Hank

Here's a sneak peek of a set I commissioned from a new artist I found!

The set will take a couple of weeks to be made, I'll post it as soon as it gets done,

Stay tuned!

What Love Allows (Preview)

Author's Note: Here's the intro to my new story. This will be a first for me, let me know how it goes!

The clink of silverware against plates echoed softly through the quiet kitchen. The evening light filtered through the curtains, bathing the walls with warm hues. 

Tim sat across the table from his wife, his plate largely untouched as he idly poked at his food. He was seated with his shoulders slightly hunched, elbows on the table, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table. He wore his old, soft t-shirt from college, sleeves tight around his arms, but his shoulders slumped the way they always did when he was mentally chewing on something that made his stomach churn. His dark hair was a little messy from running his hand through it all dinner, and he kept glancing up at his wife like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to ruin the peace.

Natalie, across from him, was curled cross-legged on her chair, her bare knee peeking out from under the hem of one of his old shirts she’d claimed for herself. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, but a few strands fell and curled around the round frames of her glasses. She nudged the glasses up her nose with her thumb every so often, out of habit more than anything. Her freckles stood out under the warm light and, even in the middle of the awkward silence between them, she still looked stupidly pretty.

They’d been dancing around it for weeks, maybe longer. But tonight the quiet felt different—more honest than tense.

Tim cleared his throat, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Nat,” he said, voice low and careful but not heavy. “Can we… just say it out loud?”

She lifted her gaze from her plate, her lashes catching the light behind her glasses. “Say what?” she asked like she didn’t know. But they both did.

He gave her a tired, crooked smile, like he was embarrassed even now. “That I can’t…” He gestured helplessly with one hand, fingers spread. “I just can’t. No matter what we try.”

Natalie’s shoulders dropped, but her mouth twitched like she wanted to tease him, lighten the edge. “Tim, we’ve tried everything,” she said, counting off her fingers. “Role play, lingerie, that weekend at the cabin, those dumb quizzes from that podcast,” she laughed under her breath, her cheeks warm. “It’s not like you didn’t want to.”

“I did, and I still do,” Tim said quickly, his eyes locked on hers, the words tumbling out like he’d been waiting for them to break free. “God, Nat, it’s not you. It’s never been you. You’re…” He looked at her—the soft spill of her hair, her round glasses sliding down her nose, the curve of her thighs tucked under his shirt—and his chest ached with it. “You’re stunning. And I want you. Just not… not the way you need.”

Natalie’s laugh eased the tension, warm but tinged with that crack of bittersweet honesty. She let her fork fall onto her plate, leaning her elbow on the table as she rested her chin on her palm, her glasses sliding just a touch down her nose. Her soft blue eyes sparkled behind the round frames—soft and understanding, but always ready to poke at him, just enough to make him roll his eyes.

“You’re not broken, Tim…” she said, her voice gentle at first, then paused, her lips twitching into that mischievous smirk he knew so well. “But—” she dragged out the word, tilting her head, “you sure you don’t have erectile dysfunction? Might want to get that checked out, old man.”

Tim shot her an exasperated look, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling up into that reluctant grin. He let out a short laugh, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Har har. Real funny. I pour my heart out, and you call me old and limp in the same breath?”

She giggled, shifting her weight so her knee bumped his under the table. “I’m just saying! There might also be a chance that you’re not even into women. You just don’t know it yet. Are you gay?” She lifted her brows in exaggerated innocence, biting back another laugh when he narrowed his eyes at her. 

“God, Nat! You’re impossible!” he responded bemusedly, almost annoyed, shaking his head, but the smile that pulled at his lips softened everything in his voice. He reached across the table, catching her hand in his, thumb brushing over the smooth metal of her wedding band. “Seriously, though… Thank you for not making me feel like a total screw-up.”

Natalie squeezed his hand, her thumb tracing the back of his knuckles, her glasses slipping again as she peered at him. “You’re not a screw-up, Tim. You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met. That’s why I married you two years ago. You just have… a sleepy dick.”

He shot her another sharp leer, startled, but barked a laugh that bounced through the kitchen. “Jesus, Nat! Give me a break.”

She only grinned wider, a teasing little glint in her fetching eyes as she leaned closer. “Hey, you said we were gonna talk about it. Gotta keep it honest, right?”

Tim chuckled, tugging her hand up so he could kiss her knuckles. “Yeah,” he murmured softly. “Honest.”

He squeezed her hand tighter as the laughter faded, leaving the warm hush of the kitchen settling around them again. He let out a quiet sigh, shoulders slumping a little more as he looked down at their joined hands. 

“Nat… you know,” he stared, his voice careful but honest, “our sex life has been… rough. For a while.” He let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head. “Or I guess… it’s just been quiet. I know that’s not fair to you.”

Natalie huffed a soft breath through her nose, lips twitching at the edges. “Well…” She nudged his foot under the table, her glasses slipping down her nose again. “To be fair… we did do it about a month and a half ago. After that one Christmas party. So, it hasn’t been completely dry.”

Tim let out another long, amused exhale, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. “Wow. Once for the record books.”

She giggled softly, but her smile turned a touch sad as she moved her glasses back into place with her fingertip, studying him. “I know it’s not really funny. I just… I don’t know how to fix it either. I just kinda… learned how to live with it, I guess.”

He nodded, the line between his brows deepening. “Yeah. I’ve been… thinking about it. For a while now. Longer than I want to admit.”

Natalie tilted her head, curiosity sparkling behind her round lenses as she leaned forward. “Thinking about what exactly?”

Tim hesitated, then took a breath, his thumb stopped tracing gentle circles on her skin. “I don’t know… maybe…” He laughed under his breath as if the words tasted strange in his mouth. “Maybe you should have someone. A partner. Just… for that.”

Natalie blinked. For a second, her mouth fell open, then snapped shut again. She arched her brow high, looking bemused at him like he’d just grown a second head. “A partner?” she repeated, half incredulous, half teasing. “Like… what, you want me to get a boyfriend?! Are you crazy, Tim??”

Tim winced at her sharp tone, and a faint blush crept up his neck as he ducked his head. “No, no! Not a boyfriend… not like… love. Just… someone you trust. A person who can give you what I can’t.” He thought that maybe if he explained it better, it would make the situation less charged. 

He met her eyes again, as he tried to soften the raw edge of it with a tiny, lopsided smile. “Someone who makes you feel… wanted. Full. Even if it’s not me.”

Natalie let out a low breath, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. She leaned back in her chair and stared at him like she wasn’t sure whether to shake or kiss him. Her fingers fidgeted, taken aback by his outlandish proposal.

“God, Tim… you can’t be serious? You’re just joking with me, right?” she responded urgently as she read his face. But the longer she stared, the more she began to realize he was serious. “God, you do really mean this! You want me to just… what? Go find some nice guy who wants to fuck a married woman? I think you’ve officially lost it, babe.”

Tim winced again at the bluntness, his shoulders tensing. “Augh, Nat, not like that. You’re making it sound worse than it really is,” he said quickly, trying to keep his voice calm and reasonable, like he hadn’t played this scenario over in his head a hundred times already. 

Natalie narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her glasses, the faintest hint of a smirk pulling at her lips even as her brow furrowed. “Really? Because I don’t know how else it’s supposed to sound, Tim,” she shot back, her tone sharp but not mean, more bewildered than anything. “You’re sitting there telling me to go get railed by some random guy. Do you hear yourself?”

Tim dragged a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears turning pink. “Augh, Nat, stop being so vulgar about it. I know what I’m saying.” He huffed out a breath, trying to find the words so that it would make sense out loud the way it did in his head at three o’clock in the morning. “It’s not about just… fucking. It’s not just sex. It’s about you feeling wanted. Needed. God, satisfied for once. Like you’re not just stuck with this half-version of what you deserve.”

Natalie’s lips parted, and she looked at him like she couldn’t decide if she should laugh or reach across the table and shake him. “Tim…” She crossed her arms over her chest, the hem of her shirt riding up her bare thighs. “You’re basically telling me to cheat on you. On purpose. How is that supposed to make sense?” 

Tim blew out a shaky breath, meeting her eyes head-on. “It’s not cheating if I know about it. If I want it for you. Nat, I want you to feel good. I want you to feel that… spark. I know I can’t give it to you, not the way you need it. But someone else could. Someone who respects you. Respects us. It wouldn’t be love, you have that here.” He tapped the table between them, his fingers trembling a little. “It’d just be… the rest of it. What I can’t give to you.”

She searched his face, her teeth digging into her lower lip, her glasses slipping down again. She let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “A side piece. Like I’m gonna have a… what, a ‘friend with benefits?’ While you’re at home doing laundry?”

Tim cracked a tired smile. “Pretty much. Yeah.” He shrugged helplessly, his voice turning gentle, almost shy. “God, Nat… you deserve that. You do. And I’d rather know about it. I’d rather be part of that choice than pretend it’s not what you’re missing.”

Natalie just stared at him, while a thousand half-formed questions tangled behind her round lenses.  But under it all, there was a flicker of warmth, too, and a spark that made her feel bright, terrified, and so damn alive.