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Defenceless.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part X - "...It Was To Save A Country"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: January 3, 2013

Timoteo crawled closer to her, smiling warmly, looking at her with bedroom eyes. Bianca watched his hands as he raised the blindfold, her lover softly saying "First, this..." Bianca smiled with excitement, sitting up just enough to put her elbows to the bed, beneath herself. Timoteo held the blindfold at both ends, pulling it a bit taut so there was little slack to get in the way. Bianca’s eyes went from his, to the blindfold, and then to his groin, her eyes glazing over as she gazed at the tent he was creating in his trousers. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to feel his muscles move as he used his body. He smiled more, noticing where her eyes were as he brought the blindfold over to her face. "Mm-mm." He mumbled in disapproval, shaking his head. "You’re being punished, remember?...You’re not supposed to see me." Bianca smiled strongly for a moment, but then let out a sad little mumble."I know..." The blindfold was easily wide enough to cover her eyes entirely, partially covering her eyebrows and cheekbones, as well.
Timoteo delicately brought the two ends of the blindfold around her head, quickly doing a big bow-like knot with both ends, like he were tying shoelaces. Bianca smiled widely, Timoteo bringing his hands to her shoulders, giving her a light rub. "Lie down..." He gently commanded, Bianca giving a little nod. She slowly laid back on the bed, bringing her arms up above herself once more, resting them on the bed by her head. He could tell that she was almost shaking, so excited was she. He got up from the bed and started to prepare for the knots he’d tie her arms and legs with. Tying her ankles was simple. He parted her legs until her feet pointed for the corners at the end of the bed. Then, he pulled the bed sheets down, almost pulling them off of the bed entirely. Looping the bed sheets around the feet of the bed, he used the rest to tie around her ankles. The knots weren’t painfully tight, being just strong enough to ensure they wouldn’t come undone on their own.
The bindings had little slack, however, giving Bianca little room to move her legs, forcing them to remain parted. She remained silent as he tied her legs, getting her breathing under control, her tummy and bosom lightly rising and falling with each breath. Then, he slipped the cases off of their pillows, using them to tie her wrists to the other two corners of the bed, looping the cases around the legs of the bed before tying them off in knots. In the end, Bianca was left defenceless, her limbs stretched out from her body. The bindings, of course, were worthless; if Bianca truly wanted to be free, it would take little strength to undo the cloth bindings. Bianca, however, had no intention of stopping him. If anything, she would encourage him to continue. He didn’t touch her, at first. He simply stood up from the bed, standing beside it, looking at her. Bianca made no noise, her lips gently parted as she lay in silence, waiting for him to act upon her helplessness.
Timoteo’s eyes roamed along her body, a little smile on his face. Her soft, snowy skin, her thick, raven-black locks, her voluptuous curves, her beautiful visage, everything about her was nothing short of a feast for his eyes. He started to smile a bit stronger as he slowly brought his hand to her left calf, making her take in a surprised little breath, like a gasp that didn’t quite make it. His eyes went loving. He wanted this to be about her, her pleasure, her contentment. All he wanted was for her to lie back, relax, and let him play with her, satisfy her. Bianca felt him slowly rub along her left calf, feeling up to the inside of her thigh. He stroked along her smooth skin for a few seconds before suddenly slipping his hand away. Bianca’s mouth hung open a little more, but she didn’t say anything. He smiled. He could sense that she was dismayed over his touch disappearing, but she was excited at the same time, wondering where else she might be able to expect his hands.
Timoteo stepped over, coming closer to her side. He waited for a couple of moments before he lightly brought his hand down over her soft belly. Again, Bianca took in a light breath, flutters appearing in her stomach at the unexpected touch. He stroked along her, petting her warm, smooth tummy, feeling her breathe. She was unbelievably soft, Timoteo taking great delight in rubbing along her, his eyes filling with a bit of desire. Bianca smiled lightly at his petting, remaining still. Timoteo came a bit closer to the bed, bringing a knee to the edge, leaning over. Bianca trembled when he pressed his lips to her tummy, kissing her, breathing in the scent of her body. He delicately kissed over to her navel, kissing it a few times, teasing her by gently probing her with the tip of his tongue. He drifted his hand downwards, nearing her mons. When the very edge of his hand began to brush against her soft, dark pubic hair, he froze, teasing her by suddenly stopping.
He kissed below her navel a few times, feeling her breathing beginning to quicken, Bianca letting out a soft coo of desire. He grinned, ceasing his actions entirely, standing up from the edge of the bed. Bianca tried to press her thighs together, the throbbing between them becoming more and more intense. She whimpered gently in protest, causing Timoteo to gently bring his left index finger to her lips, shushing her soothingly. Bianca surprised him when she slowly kissed his finger, affectionately pressing her plump lips against his digit. He watched as she parted her lips a little, her tongue shyly coming through, Bianca lightly flicking the moist tip at him. Timoteo’s eyes fogged over with lust, his breathing going deep as he watched her. She licked at his digit for several seconds before she slowly opened her mouth, parting her lips some more. The tip of her tongue barely sticking out past her bottom lip, she waited, offering his finger the chance to enter.
Timoteo slowly slipped his digit between her lips, hearing Bianca moan gently, her vocalization vibrating the end of his finger. She carefully wrapped her lips around his finger, slowly snaking her tongue around at it, giving a gentle suck or two. Timoteo’s stiffness became prominent enough that it was becoming fairly uncomfortable, his pants becoming quite constricting. He ignored himself, all the same, watching Bianca and her teasing. Slowly, he started to slip his finger back, Bianca only reluctantly letting him depart. When the tip of his finger had escaped from between her lips, she opened her mouth a little, slowly curling her tongue out, trying to find his finger again. He held still, letting her locate him, an inch away from her mouth. She playfully flicked the tip of her tongue over the print of his digit, Timoteo letting her go on for a few moments before fully withdrawing his hand. Bianca spent a few seconds trying to find his finger, reaching out her long, sensual tongue and coiling it around.
When she accepted that he was gone, she withdrew her tongue again, waiting with bated breath, wondering what he would do next. Timoteo’s eyes lingered over her immense breasts for a few seconds before he brought his hand over, reaching for her right globe. He didn’t touch her soft flesh right away. Waiting until his slick finger, shiny with Bianca’s saliva, was directly above her nipple, he delicately pressed down, pushing down on the stiff nub like it was a little pink button. Bianca’s lips parted a little, a little breath quivering out of her. He slowly rubbed around at her nipple, running the print of his digit along her areola, stimulating her with her own saliva. Her nipple began to grow even more firm, standing and begging for attention, almost calling Timoteo to suckle on it. Bianca lightly raised her hips a little, momentarily raising up her burning groin before letting her curvy tush rest back down over the bed. Timoteo gave her nipple a slow pinch, squeezing until Bianca bit at her bottom lip.
He gave a delicate pull, moving no more than an inch before stopping, holding for a moment before letting go. Bianca opened her mouth a little, breathing slow, hard. He brought his hand over to her left breast, giving the ample mound a few soft rubs, massaging her around. "Mmm..." Bianca cooed, faintly puckering her lips for a moment. Timoteo smiled, giving her a light squeeze, careful not to hurt her. Bianca lightly swallowed, turning her head towards him a little in reaction. He could feel her heartbeat through her breast, her heart racing, wildly thumping away. He slowly released, letting go of her bosom. Bianca slowly clenched her hands, releasing after a moment. At the same time, she curled her toes, again raising her hips momentarily. Timoteo grinned, noticing her body language, how she tried to call attention to her aching nether bits. Slowly, he trailed his hand down her body, moving to her belly. He circled her navel with a finger before going further down.
Bianca let out a shaky breath as his fingers found her nether hair, Timoteo massaging over her mons, feeling his fingers into her silky pubic hair. He gulped down some excess saliva when he saw just how aroused she was. Her mound was dark red with wanting, puffy and dripping with love juice. Bianca had leaked so much nectar that she had made a small damp spot in the bed sheets, beneath her womanhood. Her clitoris was swollen and standing strong, crying out for attention, begging him to touch her, to bring her ecstasy. His smile grew until he was grinning. He brought his hand a little lower, hovering it over her hot mound for a few seconds. Bianca held her breath for a few seconds, waiting for the touch she craved. He shifted his hand over to her thigh, stroking down her skin, feeling the inside of her leg. Bianca mumbled lightly in disappointment, her legs shaking gently as she stretched them by straightening them, relaxing after a moment.
Timoteo’s grin turned back a smile as he took his hand from her, slowly beginning to get over the bed, again. Bianca nibbled at her bottom lip, turning her head towards him. He came beside her, facing her, sitting down with his legs crossed beneath himself. He reached out with both hands, his left going for her thighs, his right going for the side of her head. Slowly, gently, he slipped his hand beneath her head, letting his fingers sink into her hair. Bianca’s mouth hung open a crack, wondering if he intended to kiss her. Beneath the blindfold, her eyelids fluttered when he finally touched her lower lips, but she whimpered when it became clear that he didn’t intend on touching her clitoris. He slowly felt two fingers back and forth along her plump lips, feeling her supple mound move, her clit neglected between his two digits. She clenched her hands again, her toes spreading apart, her breathing becoming hasty. He leaned closer to her, closing his eyes, surprising her with a passionate kiss.
Bianca instantly kissed him back, quickly probing his lips with her tongue, looking for entry. He let her in, Bianca embracing his tongue with her own, surprising him with how hungrily she reached into his oral confines. Finally, he touched her clit, but again, he teased her. In the same way he had played with her nipple, he positioned a finger over her, very lightly tapping the print of his finger against her, like her nub was a little button. Bianca gasped through her nose, bucking her hips in surprise. He gave her clit a few more little presses before he started rubbing at her. Bianca moaned in her throat, letting out a hot breath against his cheek. Timoteo knew the best was yet to come, for the both of them. He hadn’t yet gotten to the core of his game, but he was excited to progress. He rubbed at her clit for several moments before abruptly moving his finger away. Bianca’s jaw trembled, and she rubbed at his tongue even more earnestly, perhaps to try and revert his decision. He smiled. If only she knew what he had in store for her...The surprise he had in mind for her was just beginning.
He rubbed a finger along her soaked ridge for a few seconds, then parted her, opening her lips like a blossoming flower, exposing her pink petals. He lined up his index and middle fingers with the entrance to her love canal, easily slipping in, her sweet juices letting his digits sink in with ease. Bianca sighed gently as he felt his fingers in as deep as they could go, his knuckles pressing up against her labia. He slowly pulled his head back as he rocked his fingers to and fro, feeling her walls squeeze down on him, clutching his fingers in a hot, soaked embrace. Bianca quietly murmured to him. "I’ve been bad...I’m sorry!..." Timoteo grinned, touching his forehead to her’s, one hand still beneath her head. "I accept your apology...But you still need to be punished." "Anything..." Bianca cooed, a quiver running up her spine. Timoteo chuckled, a little ominously. He started to curl his fingers inside her, pointing his fingers up towards her tummy.
He started rubbing against a wall inside her, searching, trying to find a specific spot. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for, and when he did, it was very easy to tell; Bianca made it very clear, the change happening almost instantly. She took in a deep, ragged breath, arching her back. He grinned again, keeping up his rubbing, rubbing hard and fast. Bianca started panting, gasping out "Tim, I...That’s...Oh, Avo!..." Bianca’s legs fidgeted around, barely testing her bonds. Timoteo grinned. The more pressure he put over the spot, the more Bianca squirmed with euphoria. She could barely last another minute before she started breathing so fast that she was almost hyperventilating, taking in sharp inhales, barely exhaling. Timoteo whispered into her ear. "Is the naughty witch from Darkwood going to cum?..." "Yes!" Bianca cried out, thrusting her hips up into the air. She pressed her lips tight together, barely stifling a little scream, moaning urgently in her throat.
Timoteo felt her squirt a little bit, giving his hand a light spraying of juices, her warm nectar hitting him like warm droplets. Bianca took in a heavy gasp, her hips falling back to the bed, her luxurious tush cushioning her hard descent. Timoteo smiled happily, hearing her pant. He waited only a few seconds before, very suddenly and very forcefully, he started to rub inside her, again. Bianca’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t breathe for a moment before she took in a heavy gasp for air. She leaned her head left and right, writhing a little, her limbs twitching against her bonds. Breathing hard and fast, she barely managed to say "Ohh, Avo!!...Tim, I can’t!..." Timoteo kissed the side of her neck, his face going red as he whispered into her ear. "Let it happen...I want to feel you squirt, again..." Bianca pulled her legs back, forcing her bindings to come undone. She raised her knees, planting her feet against the bed, keeping her thighs wide apart for him.
She clearly didn’t intend to stop him, the pleasure simply becoming too great for her to completely ignore. "Punish me!" Bianca cried out, whipping into a second orgasm. She gushed again, squirting even harder against his hand, spraying a heavier amount of cum. Gushing a short geyser against his hand, Bianca collapsed against the bed, her body going still. Sucking in air, a few thin trickles ran out from under her blindfold, Bianca evidently tearing up from so much ecstasy. Timoteo kissed the side of her neck several times, feeling her whole body shake and tremble. The pangs of her multiple orgasms rocked her to her core, and if Timoteo had his way, the fun hadn’t finished, yet. Again, he gave her a few seconds to recover before rubbing against her once more, continuing his "come hither" motion inside her. Bianca clenched her jaw, gritting her teeth together. She stopped breathing for several seconds, more tears rolling down from under the blindfold. "Not three! I-I can’t do three!" Bianca breathlessly cried out.
Timoteo whispered by her ear, again. "You can...Just relax and breathe...One more time..." Bianca sounded barely awake as she panted out "I’ll...I’ll pass out!..." Timoteo smiled. Comfortingly, he said "That’s okay...Don’t worry..." Bianca’s mouth hung open wide. Her hands clenched into fists, she tore her arms away from her bindings, throwing them around Timoteo’s shoulders. Holding on tight, tears streaming down her cheeks, she both moaned urgently and whimpered pitifully, grinding her hips against his hand. "This is how we punish naughty witches..." Timoteo teased, grinning a little. Bianca’s insides were spasming around his fingers, clamping and releasing, milking and trembling. Every exhale of her’s became a light, breathless cry until, suddenly, Bianca’s body started to shake. Her eyes went unfocused as the third orgasm tore her mind asunder. "Tim!!" She screamed his name when the end came. She gushed like a fountain, spraying against his hand continuously for several seconds before the flow of her fluid finally ebbed.
Timoteo felt her go limp while her hot, watery cum was still jetting out of her body. Her hold around his shoulders went slack, and her legs stopped shaking. Timoteo slipped his fingers out of the vise-like grip her insides had put him in, pulling back from her, slowly sitting up a little. He felt worried for a moment, wondering if Bianca was okay. He pulled her blindfold up, showing that her eyes were shut. She was panting hard, her body hot and glistening with sweat. All the cum she had sprayed had made a rather large damp area in the bed sheets, between her thighs. "Bianca?" He said, slipping his hand out from under her head, stroking down the side of her face. She didn’t respond. He smiled, almost from ear to ear, as he realized what had happened. Under the strain of so much heavenly bliss, she had merely fainted, her mind going dark at the tsunamis of pleasure throbbing through her entire body. He chuckled to himself, proud that his efforts had paid off.
He hadn’t actually intended on making her faint, but if he had filled her with such intense pleasure that her body had required unconsciousness to recover, he knew he had done a very good job. He got up from the bed, collecting the pillow cases, pulling the bed sheets back up on to the bed. Pulling what he could over her, he put her under a makeshift blanket, then laid back down beside her. It only took a minute for Bianca to regain consciousness. He knew it when she had woken back up, as she moaned slightly, weakly trying to sit up. She had barely moved a few inches before she fell back into the bed. She must’ve realized he was by her left side, as she rolled over to face him, affectionately snuggling up to his side. Draping an arm over his chest, shifting a leg between his, she pressed herself against him, nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. "Tim..." She slowly mumbled, stroking at his chest. She shuddered, her whole body tensing up for a moment before relaxing. "I can still feel it...It’s pounding, inside me..." She sleepily mumbled out.
He turned his head towards her a little, bringing one hand up to his chest, resting it over her’s. She slowly threaded fingers with him, her breathing steadily coming under control. "Avo, I made such a mess...I can feel how wet the sheets are..." Bianca mumbled, with a combination of shame and general embarrassment. "If you enjoyed yourself, then any mess is a good mess." Timoteo said, smiling a little. Bianca shuddered again, lovingly kissing at the side of his neck a few times. "It felt amazing...My legs feel weak!..." Timoteo grinned sheepishly. "Well, I didn’t intend for that..." Bianca slowly drifted her leg a little deeper between his, heading upwards. When her knee came under his groin and she felt his intense bulge, her whole face went red. She smiled happily, beginning to sit up. Opening her eyes a little, she softly said "Would it be fair to say that my punishment is over?..."
Timoteo smiled a little, watching his beloved sit up on her knees, beside him. "Well, if you think you’ve learned your lesson..." He slowly said, trailing off. Bianca daintily brought a hand over to his groin, gently feeling his groin, lovingly fondling him from over his pants. "I believe I have...I’m quite hungry, however...I haven’t eaten for much of the day." Reaching her other hand over, she slowly and seductively started to undo his trousers, inching her way closer to bringing out his manhood. "Would you happen to know a way of feeding me?..." She curiously mumbled, smiling a little. Timoteo’s cheeks went a little red. "I might have an idea..." He quietly answered...
"Hey Avery, did you hear the news?" Gibbons paused, quizzically raising an eyebrow, coming to a stop. Turning, he looked to the owner of the voice, spotting another League member quickly approaching him. The man was smiling a little, a hint of excitement in his eyes. Something had him worked up, not something fresh, but something substantial, all the same. The two were in the Witchwood Arena, both dressed in their Anti-Hero League uniforms, both coincidentally leaving their dark coats unbuttoned, opened. Gibbons had been on his way to the correspondence chamber, wanting to check if any letters had recently come from Hook Coast regarding Benedict and Darrah’s father. Marilyn was off somewhere else in the complex, keeping up her facade as a dutiful League member. "News? What about?" Gibbons asked, the man coming before him. Quickly crossing his arms over his chest, he raised his eyebrows a little, leaning forwards towards Gibbons.
Smiling, he said "Leroy’s coming to the Arena in just a few days. Something big’s gonna go down, mark my words." Gibbons leaned his head back momentarily, giving the man a confused, cockeyed look. "Leroy? Who’s that?" He questioned. The man chuckled, uncrossing his arms, sticking his hands into his pockets. He shrugged a little, saying "I’m not all that surprised that you don’t know who he is. He’s been kind of behind the scenes, since the beginning. Leroy Kreel started the League." Gibbons’ expression turned surprised. The man grinned and nodded. "He’s the visionary. He started it in Oakvale, he was there when the Guild burned, and he’s personally killed a few dozen certified Heroes. Doesn’t really take part in the executions, here...Doesn’t watch ‘em, doesn’t carry ‘em out. Most of the time, he stays at this mansion he’s got, somewhere in the wilderness by the mainland’s south coast." Gibbons’ mind slowly started to race.
The thoughts started out small, snowballing into the beginnings of plots, schemes. "...Why’s he coming here, then?" He asked, after a moment. The man shrugged, raising his eyebrows, pouting out his bottom lip. "Nobody has any idea, that’s the thing!" The man quickly answered. Narrowing his eyes, he added "But whatever it is, it’s gotta be important. I’ve heard rumours that Vincent Hopkins, you know, the guy who runs the Witchspotters, might be stopping by, too." Gibbons started to smile a little, genuine excitement in his eyes. "Really?" He slowly, and somewhat flatly, said. His fellow League member nodded once. "We still haven’t gotten a date for when Leroy will be showing up, but I’ve heard he’ll only be here for about two days. I suppose he could be getting an update on our progress here, you know, crunch some numbers on the number of captures, executions, Heroes versus Hero sympathizers, that sort of thing. It’ll be a big day, obviously. We’ll have to prepare, make sure no sympathizers try to make a move on Leroy."
Gibbons, grinning a little by that point, responded with a quick "They’d be crazy to try." His fellow let out a short laugh, saying "You’re damn right, this place is a fortress, and with all of us in here, nothing short of a full-blown army could try an attack. Still, you never want to underestimate the sympathizers. Hell, if wind of Leroy’s visit reached some Heroes, they might make a suicide mission out of it. Could you imagine?" "Would be short and bloody, that’s for sure. But they wouldn’t get twenty steps past the front doors, if they even got that far, to begin with." Gibbons answered. The man chuckled, giving a nod. Quickly, he gave Gibbons a pat on his shoulder, saying "Anyway, Avery, I just wanted to let you know. I’m looking forward to it, at least. I figure Leroy might even make a speech, at some point." The man started to walk past Gibbons, Gibbons quickly turning around and saying "I’m looking forward to it, too. Hey, if you catch word of a definite date for Leroy’s visit, lemme know, would you? I wanna make sure I’m not out on a hunt, on that day. Wouldn’t want to miss the big man’s visit!"
The man continued walking, giving a wave over his shoulder, saying "Sure thing, man. I’ll let you know." Gibbons watched the other League member walk off for several seconds before slowly turning around, heading in the opposite direction. A smirk was on his face, his step quick and with purpose. Checking for letters from Hook Coast could wait. Marilyn had to know about Leroy, and his upcoming visit. The sooner the two could begin planning, the sooner they could decide just how they would pull it off. Eliminating Leroy Kreel would be their ultimate accomplishment, the grandest assassination yet. Maybe the old saying would hold true. Perhaps, if he cut off the snake’s head, the whole body would perish. It was a faint hope, a distant one, but he couldn’t bring himself to reject it, entirely. At the very least, if Leroy Kreel had truly created the Anti-Hero League, he, above everyone else, deserved to die. Brutally, painfully, messily, he deserved to have his life come to a premature end. Hopkins, too, if he could tear himself away from his beloved witches for long enough to rear his ugly head. Gibbons wasn’t sure just how much the League and Witchspotters depended upon those two for leadership, but if he and Marilyn succeeded, they could be saving Albion...Putting a stop to one of the greatest threats the country had ever inflicted upon itself: the genocide of Heroes.
When Timoteo stepped up into the cottage bedroom, he found Bianca sitting at the edge of their bed, looking down at a single piece of paper she held in her right hand. She was refraining from holding the paper an inch away from her face, meaning she had to squint a bit to make out the written words, her weak eyes making the writing appear blurry, unfocused. She was dressed only in her shirt, comfortably nude from the waist down. He, similarly, was dressed only in his pants, having left her side for only a minute to get the two glasses of apple cider. It had been a few hours since he had inflicted the sweet torture of multiple orgasms upon her, and aside from a short period where they had shared a meal, much of that time had been spent lounging in bed, chatting about multiple subjects. Curious, he asked her about the note as he set their glasses down over their bedside table, moving over to sit beside her. "It’s the one we got from the Grey House...The one from Octavia." Bianca quietly answered, glancing at him.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he watched her expression, studied the tone in her voice. She didn’t appear to be upset or otherwise depressed, something he was happy for. He wasn’t sure what had suddenly reminded her of her mother’s note, but at the very least, reading it again and being reminded of Octavia didn’t seem to bother her. "Thinking of her?" He lightly asked. Bianca nodded faintly, gazing at the note, no longer squinting to read it. She merely stared at the paper for several seconds before she softly said "I held on to it...I wanted to burn it, at first. But..." Bianca barely shook her head. "I’m not sure why I kept it...No. That’s not true. I know why I kept it, I just don’t want to admit it." "It was because Octavia wrote it, to you...It was important to you." Timoteo said. She nodded lightly. "That was the deepest reason, yes." She murmured. Sighing gently through her nose, her eyes went weary, half-closed and listless.
"I told myself that I was keeping it to remind myself about how much she had slipped away, about how much she had lost herself. I don’t have particularly negative memories of her, before she murdered my father...I don’t remember her to be a poor mother. But, it was all an act, wasn’t it?" Timoteo remained silent, unsure if it was his place to comment. Bianca slowly rubbed her thumb over the paper, feeling the texture under her skin. She was quiet for a few moments before she lightly said "...I don’t need this, anymore. I want it gone...I want every trace of her struck from history. If nobody ever hears about the things Octavia did, Albion will be better off for it." Before Timoteo could say anything, bits of the paper suddenly began to ignite. The tips of Bianca’s fingers were lit with Will-fuelled fire, very rapidly burning throughout the whole sheet, destroying the paper, turning it to ashes. The burning paper didn’t appear to harm Bianca’s skin, but then again, it wasn’t actually in her hand for long before it had all been burnt to black scraps.
They were both silent as the ashes slipped between her fingers, smoke rising from her digits and palm, the sickly sweet aroma of smoke drifting through their bedroom. Bianca looked down at the remains of the note, the final black shreds of her mother’s footsteps. "...And, that’s it...That was the last thing I had to remind me of her." Bianca sniffled lightly, slowly shaking and wiggling her fingers around, trying to throw off the bits of ash clinging to her pale skin. "I don’t know if she’s left anything else to mark her presence on this world...But if she has, it’s hopefully from a time where she was a little more human. That way, nobody will be the wiser...And she can face the ultimate death: being forgotten." Timoteo wasn’t sure what to say, he wasn’t sure if it was even appropriate for him to say anything. Did the moment really require words, on his part? He brought an arm up around Bianca’s shoulders, lightly rubbing at her right arm, trying to comfort her.
She leaned against him, touching the side of her head to his shoulder, slowly resting her hands down over her lap. She opened her thighs a little, hanging her ash-covered hand down between them, being careful not to touch herself anywhere. She already had to wash her hand, getting the ashes anywhere else on her body would necessitate another full bathing session. He held her close for close to a minute before Bianca slowly started to stand up. Quietly and apologetically, she said "I’m sorry, I should clean this up...I should’ve burned it outside, but..." "I understand." Timoteo merely said, giving her a little smile. Bianca smiled a little. She departed from the bedroom, returning a minute later with a damp rag. It was a simple matter, sweeping up the ashes, but it did little to eliminate the smell of smoke. Opening a window, however, remedied that part of the issue, in time. After putting away the rag, washing her ash-covered hand, and returning to the bedroom, Timoteo and Bianca had undressed again, snuggling up together in their bed.
With him on his back, Bianca partially resting over him by his right side, they had the soft bed sheets raised up to their shoulders. Bianca had a leg between his, affectionately entwining her’s with his. She nuzzled the side of her face into his chest, near his left collar bone. She draped her right arm across his chest, slowly stroking at his left shoulder, feeling his skin on her’s. He, meanwhile, had his right arm around her shoulders, protectively holding her close. His left hand was at her right hip, caressing her gently, feeling her soft skin. Due to their positions, his right thigh was nestled up between her legs. While his thigh wasn’t deep enough between her legs to press directly against her womanhood, he could certainly feel the pleasant heat radiating from her. Her soft bosom was pressing heavily into the side of his chest, Timoteo able to feel her peaceful heartbeat vibrate through her ample endowments. She was fairly quiet for several minutes before, in a murmur, she asked "Tim, do you remember what I said, back when we...First touched each other as lovers?"
Timoteo, who had been silently curious about her suddenly withdrawn mood, tried to get her to open up again by joking a little. The hand he kept on her hip drifted over for her immense backside. Smiling, he said "Oh, you mean...When I did this?..." His fingers crept between her cheeks, sinking into her valley. She smiled strongly when he touched her, when he found her rear entrance and gave it a momentary little rub with the print of a single digit. She gave his chest a kiss before she happily cooed out "For only the first time...But, yes." He withdrew his hand, rubbing at her hip, again. Slowly, he said "Well...We said a lot of things. Condoms were the focus, as I recall." She grinned lightly, but it receded back into a smile, after a moment. She glanced up to his face, bringing her hand from his shoulder, lightly rubbing at the side of his neck. She suppressed a chuckle as she said "Do you remember what I said about being parents?..." Since she seemed to be opening up again, he stopped playing around. His smile relaxed as he slowly said "Of course, I remember...You said that you didn’t want to be a mother until you had dealt with your own." Bianca nodded gently, lightly rubbing the side of her face over his chest. "Well...Octavia’s gone, now..." She murmured out, pleasantly.
He blinked with surprise, raising his head a little, looking down at her. Only a few seconds passed in silence, Timoteo not knowing what to think, let alone say aloud. Bianca looked up to his eyes, a gentle little smile on her face. She gave the side of his neck a few faint strokes as she softly said "I know you said that you weren’t sure if you were ready to be a father...If that hasn’t changed, it’s okay. I’ll understand." Timoteo was silent for a few seconds more before, slowly, he started to sit up. Bianca moved up with him, getting up on her knees in front of him as he sat upright. One leg still between his, she rested her hands down on his thighs, gazing earnestly into his eyes. Timoteo’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before he finally collected his thoughts adequately enough to speak. "...It’s not that I’m afraid of the commitment involved. I’m not going anywhere, you know that...But before we take a step like that, we should think about everything involved."
Bianca stroked along his thighs, her smile unchanged. Her eyes fell to his chest as she softly said "I know...I understand that it would change everything." "Everything. The lifestyle we have, right now...You know, having quiet days, spending time in bed...Having a child would change all that. Right now, our time belongs to us...If we have children, our time will belong to them." Bianca nodded faintly. Meeting his eyes again, she said "And it would be a long journey...If we take that step, we’ll be entering a completely different phase of life." He nodded a little. They were both quiet for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes all the while. He eventually brought his hands over to her’s, threading fingers with her, lovingly holding hands with her. "I want to take that journey with you, Bianca, but...I’m just a little bit apprehensive." He didn’t see disappointment in her eyes. Instead, there was simply a benign curiosity.
He explained before she could ask for reasons. Raising his eyebrows a little, his eyes fell from her’s. "We’re both still a bit young...We’re not even twenty years old. We’re hunting for our own food, and it won’t be long until we can eat our crops...We have our own home, and we can defend ourselves in case something attacks this place...We have everything we need to start a family, but..." "...But, you’re not sure if we’re ready?" Bianca lightly suggested. He looked up to her eyes again, nodding lightly, hesitating after a moment. "Well...That’s part of it." He slowly said. He thought for a moment before he figured out how to properly put his thoughts into words. "It’s just that, the moment we go down that path...We won’t ever be able to go back. For better or for worse, once we start a family, the things we’re used to, now...It’ll be gone. I’m not an expert on families or being a father, but I know that a child will change things for us...Permanently. If we’re ready, if we’re prepared, it’ll be an adventure. If we’re not, if we struggle...We’ll suffer, and the child will suffer even more. We have to be careful that we’re not getting into something we won’t be ready for the reality of."
Bianca slowly nodded. Her eyes drifted down to his throat before she spoke, her eyes flickering back up to his. "You’re right...I don’t want to regret becoming a mother." Her eyes went disappointed, Bianca hanging her head down a little, looking to his stomach. Timoteo quickly felt angry with himself, wondering if he had hurt her, if he had killed her enthusiasm for motherhood. "No, that’s not what I meant...I..." He quickly said, trailing off as she started speaking. "With the League and Witchspotters still hunting, starting a family would be a poor decision...We’re targets. Having a child would be unfair to them...We’d be bringing them into a dangerous world." He agreed with her, but he didn’t touch on the subject, a more pressing one on his mind. Giving her hands a little squeeze, he leaned a little closer to her, lightly saying "Bianca, I think you’d make a wonderful mother...I don’t think you’d regret it." She smiled a little, squeezing his hands back.
She looked up to his eyes without raising her head much. "And I think you’d make a great father...But, I think you might be right. I hadn’t quite been planning on becoming pregnant tonight, but...Nothing’s holding me back from it, now. I just wanted to let you know..." Timoteo spent a few moments in silence, thinking. Was he being more hesitant than necessary? Starting a family would demand a lot from them both. All of their time would be devoted to raising their children. Did they have the life experience truly required to properly raise a child? Were he and Bianca more prepared than he was giving them credit for? From his perspective, the only thing they needed to worry about was themselves. They could defend their home, and another mouth or two to feed wouldn’t be a problem. In the end, it boiled down to whether or not they were mentally ready for parenthood. If they weren’t, but went ahead with it anyway, it would more than likely have lifelong repercussions for all involved, including their unborn child.
"Bianca...Are you really ready? Are you truly prepared?" Bianca gazed into his eyes, squeezing his hands affectionately. She smiled and nodded. "Despite the fact that it’s sure to be stressful...There’s not a single other person I’d want to do this, with." Her voice went tiny, her eyes starting to moisten a little. "You’re my soulmate, Tim...I want to spend my life with you. If there’s anyone’s child I’m going to carry, I want it to be your’s..." Timoteo wasn’t sure what to say, at first. He slowly smiled, looking down from her eyes. He was bit embarrassed about it, but her words drew out moisture from his eyes as well, his eyes glimmering like her’s. He gave a nod, taking in a deep breath as he met her eyes again. "Okay...I’m ready. It’ll change everything...But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. If you want to face parenthood, with me...I wouldn’t have it any other way." Bianca’s smile grew with happiness, her eyes moistening up a little more, threatening to run down her cheeks as tears.
She released his hands, bringing her arms around his neck, coming close and hugging him. Pressing her whole body against him, he laid back on the bed, chuckling faintly as he held her around her waist. She sniffled delicately, a sad little sound completely at odds with the joy swelling in her heart. "I love you...With all my heart..." She softly murmured, by his ear. He smiled more and closed his eyes, giving her a light squeeze in his arms, feeling her angelic body rest over his. "I love you, too...Forever..." He lightly said, kissing the side of her neck, feeling her soft hair run along the side of his face. A teardrop rolled down from her left eye, another coming from her right, a moment later. She let out a deep, warm breath against the side of his neck, tenderly nuzzling her face into his skin...
"I’m not sure what to expect...Do you think it will feel better? Different, of course, but..." Timoteo smiled. "I’m sure it will...The condom won’t be between us, anymore. It’ll just be the two of us..." Bianca smiled, an excited glitter passing over her eyes. "My heart’s pounding..." She murmured, gazing into his eyes. With him on his knees in front of her, she slowly laid back on the bed, bringing her head to one of their pillows. She slowly opened her legs, spreading them until he could get between them. Their arousal was quite obvious, his member rock-hard and jutting from his loins, her nether lips puffy and glistening. He twitched, and she blushed, their lower regions seeming capable of understanding what would soon take place. For the first time, his bits were poised for entry without a condom to get in the way, allowing them to consummate their love as nature intended. They both felt that, in a sense, they were losing their virginities a second time.
Never before had they felt their skin touch, in that sense. Never before had they joined as one, at that intimate depth. He warmly smiled at her, slipping his hands under her knees, slowly guiding her into the position they both had in mind. Raising her legs a little, he lifted the tail of her spine up off of the bed, raising up her rump just a little. Spreading her thighs a bit more, he got her legs as comfortably out of the way as possible, giving himself plenty of room to manoeuver. Coming closer, he put his knees under her thighs, his shaft sliding along her burning lips as his loins came up to her’s. Bianca quietly swallowed some excess saliva, peering down between her immense globes, watching his manhood glide along her slick ridge, his pulsing tip rubbing over her swelling clitoris. Her breathing started to deepen with wanting. She reached up to his shoulders, lightly holding on to him. "Are you ready?..." He softly asked.
Bianca smiled trustingly, her eyes going up to his. "More than anything, I’m ready...I’m so excited, my heart’s going wild..." He smiled more, leaning over, closing his eyes. Bianca slipped her arms around his neck as he came over her, the two meeting lips, kissing tenderly. He took his hands from under her knees, letting her hook her legs around his waist, wrapping them around his body. They kissed four times before he put his hands down against the bed, on either side of her chest. Slowly pushing himself back up, he smiled down at her, seeing the content look in her eyes, the affectionate smile brightening her features. He looked down to their nether regions, pulling his hips back until his end was running over her puffy lips. When he knew he was aiming for her love canal, he moved forwards just enough to let his tip slip into her valley. "Mm...You feel even hotter, without a condom..." Bianca lightly said, looking down between her breasts, once more.
He glanced up to her eyes, smiling, looking back down a second later. He paused, hesitating just before he delved deeper. His smile weakening just a touch, he looked up to her eyes. He had a suspicion that, once he had plunged inside her, he’d lose himself even more than usual. He didn’t trust that he’d remain in complete control of himself, and so he took a figurative step backwards, giving them both one final chance to be certain that this was what they both wanted. "...Once we start, it might be hard to stop. If there’s any last thing on your mind..." He paused for a second, continuing with "...If, for instance, you became pregnant tonight...We’d have a limited amount of time to prepare." She looked up to his eyes, smiling serenely. "I know...Tonight might be our last night as lovers. Tomorrow could be the start of a family. But, then again..." Bianca’s cheeks started to burn red, her eyes sheepishly drifting down from his, going off to the side.
"...I certainly drank a lot from you, earlier...I have a feeling that the most potent batch of your seed is, um...Is out of the way, for today. So, there isn’t a guarantee that I’ll become pregnant..." Timoteo slowly started to grin. "The most potent batch, hmm?" He repeated, lightly teasing her. She was about to respond when he reached his right hand over near her throat, brushing his thumb along her chin. Bianca’s whole face started to go flush with colour. She smiled and flicked her tongue out at his thumb. His grin turned to a smile, the mage drifting his hand down to her chest, giving her physical blessings a few gentle fondles. "It builds up, over time...It was rather thick, earlier today...It’s likely a bit more thin, now..." She murmured out, watching with half-closed eyes as he played with her chest, his member still poking her womanly entrance.
"Do you prefer it thick?" He asked, grinning again. He almost chuckled when she gave him a wide-eyed look of embarrassment. Her face bright red, she turned her head from him, shutting her eyes tight. "I can’t answer that..." She barely managed to mumble out. He gave her left breast one final rub before he held her by her hips with both hands. "Alright, I won’t force you..." He merely said. She slowly opened her eyes, looking over to him, smiling faintly with appreciation. They both looked downwards, Timoteo’s hands tightening a little on her hips. "Okay, here we go..." He quietly said, slowly beginning to push forwards.
He could feel her sweet nectar, trickling from somewhere inside her, graciously offering to help him enter. He closed his eyes for a moment, but quickly opened them, again. The sensation was so much stronger, now. The condom had been like a haze before his eyes; without it, everything was so much crisper, he could feel her with a clarity he had never known, before. He wanted to watch her face as they joined, and she seemed to have the same idea. As he moved closer, his end sinking into her passage, they locked eyes. Her mouth hung open a little, her eyes clouding with want, with need. A thought barely flickered past his mind, Timoteo distantly wondering if he was giving her the same awed look. He crept deeper into her, every inch only magnifying the unbelievable experience. She was hot like an inferno, her already tight passage squeezing at him, hugging him, offering him shelter from the world beyond. For the first time, he could experience her texture, the feel of her walls, slickly run along him.
She was marking his whole member with her juices, drenching him, accepting him. "It...It feels so much stronger!...Your skin...Oh, Avo..." Bianca lightly said, closing her eyes, her mouth still hanging open. "You’re burning hot, inside..." Timoteo quietly said, nestling the final few inches inside her, going as deep into her as he could, reaching the end of her passage. Her legs trembled around his waist, Bianca quivering at the presence deep between her thighs. He simply stayed like that for several seconds, feeling her heartbeat through her womanhood, feeling her already start up a milking rhythm of squeezes. He twitched around in her depths, only making her tighten up even more. "You’re rubbing me!..." Bianca quietly exclaimed, shutting her eyes, tilting her head back against her pillow. Timoteo pulled his hips back, feeling her walls slide along his length, begging him to stay. He kept looking downwards, watching how he shone as departed from her body.
He closed his eyes as he sunk back in, giving Bianca a bit of a jolt with how hard he thrust forwards. He felt her legs tighten a little more around him, urging him to continue. Starting up a slow, steady rhythm, he rocked his hips back and forth, feeding her his length. Bianca could barely suppress the moan of approval as it came, her hands going to his, over her hips. She held on to his hands, both a symbol of affection, and a sign that she didn’t want him to stop thrusting. After only ever being with Bianca when condoms were between them, naturally experiencing her body quickly became almost too much for him to handle. The condom had prevented skin-on-skin contact, and that little detail made all the difference in the world. It was hotter now, their body heat building off of each other. Timoteo couldn’t help but notice how much more sensitive he felt, inside her. The nerves at the head of his member were on fire, while the rest of him was about as sensitive as he had been with condoms.
It wasn’t much of a change, but it felt substantial enough to catch his attention. After a minute, he opened his eyes again, looking up to her face. He met her eyes, realizing that she had been watching him, her lips parted a crack. They gazed at each other for several seconds before she took her hands from his, feeling them as far up along his arms as she could. He released her hips, leaning over, feeling her bring her arms around his neck. His elbows on either side of her shoulders, his chest lightly pushed against her’s as he came over her. They closed their eyes as they met lips, kissing passionately as his thrusts started speeding up. Faint wet sounds arose between them, Bianca’s moisture making his hard thrusts easy, although loud. She used one hand to hold the back of his head, sinking her fingers into his hair, keeping him close for the kissing. She was the one to start using her tongue, but he was the one that explored.
Bianca slipped the tip of her tongue out, piercing between his lips, barely meeting his tongue before he had retaliated. Pushing his tongue into her mouth, he made her moan a little, her arms tightening around his neck in delight. He went deep into her mouth, rubbing as much of his tongue along her as he could. Bianca naturally had a much longer tongue than he did, however, and she coiled around with him as she eagerly played with him, returning his attention. Thrusting fast and hard, he felt her walls quiver around him, squeezing like a vise at his manhood, milking him in anticipation of his essence. As much as he loved exploring her mouth, and as much as she loved to welcome his visit to her oral confines, the kissing could last forever. They gave each other one last kiss before Timoteo put his chin over her right shoulder, his face partly nestled into her hair and partly pushed into the pillow beneath her head. Bianca moaned by his ear, not shying with her voice, unabashedly letting out the sound of ecstasy.
Pinned to the bed beneath him, all she could do was hold on, her body language silently imploring him to stay, to raise the fires even higher. He slowed down his thrusts, going into a bout of full-length thrusts. Withdrawing until only his tip remained inside, he then dug back inside hard enough to push her body against the bed, ramming himself home. Bianca’s eyes began to go unfocused with mind-numbing pleasure, her vision going blurry. She closed her eyes, moaning again before kissing his jaw, near his earlobe. They both started to sweat a little, beads of moisture developing along his body, in particular. "So good!..." Bianca cooed out, taking in a heavy breath afterwards. He kept his thrusts hard, but when he started to speed up, he couldn’t afford moving as deep as before. Keeping himself deep in her cavity, he simply refrained from pulling out as much as before, only pulling back until barely more than half of himself remained inside her.
Fire began to roar in his loins. They had only been making love for a few minutes, but he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He slowed down again, thrusting hard and deep. Each hard thrust sent an electric jolt of pleasure straight up through her body, making Bianca feel like he was causing her heart to flutter. She opened her eyes a crack, her eyes unfocused still, beginning to roll back into her head. Timoteo’s jaw went tight with heavenly bliss. Time lost meaning for them both, slowing to a crawl. Timoteo’s breathing began to turn to panting, his body tightening up a little, orgasm not far off. Bianca could tell he was close, instinctively tightening her hold on him. Feeling that acceptance from her at the final few moments rocketed him over the edge. He held back a loud groan, screwing his eyes shut tight as he experienced one of his most powerful finishes, yet. Despite Bianca’s belief that his seed would have thinned a little, he could tell that the first wad had been surprisingly powerful, Timoteo letting out a strong, albeit brief, stream of seed.
Bianca’s mouth hung open wide, her legs quivering around his waist. He groaned hard as another few loads quickly fired from him, Bianca’s walls squeezing hard, clamping down on him. Bianca stopped breathing for a second or two before she lightly mumbled something, her voice too wracked with pleasure to be comprehensible. A split-second later, Timoteo felt her gush against his loins, Bianca letting out an unusually intense jet of fluids. She squirted powerfully for a few seconds straight, drenching him, her body rewarding him in much the same way his had rewarded her, hardly a few moments before. Her hot juices covering him, his burning seed deep inside her, Bianca took in a deep gasp, her eyelids fluttering before they sleepily fell shut. Her legs slipped from around his waist, Bianca keeping her legs splayed as she rested them back down on the bed. They were both panting hard, scorching with heat, their connected love zones even more so.
He could feel her inner walls spasm around him, the female equivalent to his manhood’s twitching. He rested for about half a minute before, very suddenly, he started thrusting, again. Bianca’s eyes flew open, a choked gasp crossing her lips. He knew he shouldn’t, he knew he’d only be raising the chances that Bianca would become pregnant, that night. But, he couldn’t stop himself, he felt drunk on her body, on being able to share himself with her as nature had intended. Bianca moaned into his ear, loud and steamy. Slowly, she raised her legs again, wrapping them around his waist once more. A shudder ran down his spine. She wanted it, too. Maybe she realized the risk, despite the sex clouding their minds. Maybe she didn’t care. Regardless, her moans encouraged him, her arms and legs around him trapping him close, keeping them joined as one. They had already made a sopping wet mess between them, the wet sounds rather prominent as he started thrusting like an animal, crashing into her as hard as he could...
Two orgasms and several positions later, they were both thoroughly exhausted. Because the orgasms hadn’t come in one wild rush, Bianca was left conscious, able to experience the full, lasting effect of the sexual romp alongside him. They had both been resting for only a few minutes since their shared third orgasms, long enough to regain control of their breathing, once again. The both of them hot and sweaty, they rested over their bed together, him on his back, her close to his side. She was partially resting over him, one leg between his, her right arm draped across him so she could hold his left hand, at his side. The right side of her body was resting over his own, her left side pressing into the bed. His right arm lay beneath her, smothered between her breasts, his hand flat against the bed below her soft belly. She nuzzled her face into the side of his neck, near his throat. Nothing worried them, nothing raised concerns; the world beyond the walls of their home felt insignificant, as if they were in a bubble encapsulating their own private reality.
A little bit of white was oozing from Bianca’s crimson nether lips, but the majority of his seed had been planted too deep inside her to run out, that easily. They both had content smiles on their faces, their eyes closed as they felt the warmth from the other’s body. He felt her shift her head, lightly pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. "I love you..." She murmured out, smiling a little stronger. He, likewise, smiled more. Turning his head a little, opening his eyes, he looked down to her. "I love you, too..." He quietly answered, gazing at the bright, beautiful smile she had. She barely opened her eyes, looking up, meeting his eyes. The happiness in her eyes was quite palpable, Timoteo seeing a rare light in her eyes. After a few seconds, he felt her quiver, momentarily shaking a little. Tears ran into her eyes, making them glimmer. "Tim...Whether or not it happens, tonight...I want you to know that I don’t regret a thing..." She closed her eyes, a few thin trickles of moisture running down from under her eyelids.
Very quietly, barely above a whisper, she said "You mean the world, to me...You make me a better person. I’d be lost, without you..." Timoteo’s smile slowly grew stronger, his eyes closing a little with affection. Slowly, he slipped his right arm out from under her, wrapping it around her, bringing her a little closer so they could cuddle some more. "I can’t imagine my life without you, Bianca...I’d die to protect you. I never want to be away from you..." Bianca sniffled, still smiling serenely. She gave his hand a strong squeeze. He squeezed back, touching his nose, mouth, and chin to the top of her head, closing his eyes. They stayed like that for a time, neither of them knowing how long they had cuddled for. Ultimately, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, the darkness embracing them both, bringing them sweet dreams...
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