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“I’m so sleepy.” Anya muttered, stumbling inside the house after I unlocked the door.
“I know. Go jump in bed.” I said, walking through the doorway with Yor in my arms. I made sure not to bump her head on the frame, holding her head against my chest.
After what happened earlier, I knew everyone was exhausted. Hell, I was exhausted and I did most of the work. I didn’t want to do what I did, but I did it for Anya. I didn’t know what it was, but I was aware that she some type of hold over me.
I glanced down at Yor, her eyes closed as she continued to sleep. “Yor.” I whispered, heading down the hallway towards her room. She didn’t respond, and I didn’t expect her to.
What she did earlier was something else, that was for sure. I was stunned by what she pulled, but most of all, I found myself mesmerised by her moves. I had seen it earlier when those people were after me when I stole those paintings, but this time, it was something else. I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol either because that would’ve just made no sense.
I guess she was starting to feel protective over Anya. I knew the two of them started to get closer, even though Yor wasn’t her real mother. It was exactly how I was with Anya. At first, all I could think about was the mission, but now, I also thought about her and her feelings. I cared for her. I didn’t know if it was because she reminded me of myself when I was her age or what, but I knew that she was a good kid and she deserved a lot.
“Papa!” Anya called out as I laid Yor down on her bed. “I want to watch TV!”
I sighed, fixing my posture as I stood back up. She has so much energy, I thought to myself. As I went to turn around, I felt a hand latch onto my arm, making my eyes widen as I spun around.
Yor stared back at me, a faint smile on her lips. “Loid.” She breathed out, her cheeks still red from the alcohol she consumed. “What you did tonight for Anya…” She paused, her eyes slipping shut again.
I ran a hand through my hair, breathing out a sigh. “Embarrassing. I know.” I replied, hearing Yor chuckle quietly.
“No.” She said, her eyes opening again. “It was nice.”
I paused, not knowing what to say. I knew Yor was probably still drunk, considering how much wine she drank, but her words were nothing but sincere.
“She’s lucky to have a father like you.” She said, my eyes widening slight at her words.
I knew I wasn’t Anya’s real father, but I couldn’t help but feel a little happy by what she said. I didn’t really see myself as Anya’s father since I was only thinking about the mission, but Yor’s words made my heart skip a beat. Like I said, Anya was a good kid. Even though at times I knew she deserved someone who wasn’t risking her life, I was glad that Anya was with me.
“Papa!” Anya called out again, but this time, I could hear the annoyance in her tone.
I sighed as Yor dropped her hand from my arm. “Get some rest.” I said, turning around to leave the room. I closed the door behind me, heading out to the living room to see Anya sitting on the floor in front of the TV.
“I’m guessing you want to watch that show, hmm?” I asked as Anya nodded furiously. I couldn’t help but crack a smile as I turned the TV on for her. “Don’t stay up watching it, okay? You need sleep.” I said as Anya stared at the TV, completely ignoring my words.
I shook my head slightly, my smile still on my face. I turned to walk back down the hallway. As I passed Yor’s room, my eyes widened as I heard a certain sound that made my heart race. It sounded heavenly, and a part of me wanted to walk away, but I couldn’t help but slowly grab the door handle, pushing the door open carefully.
I peeked my head through the dark room, seeing nothing but the outline of the bed. I could hear Yor’s breathing, but it wasn’t telling me that she was asleep. She was definitely awake.
“Yor?” I called out quietly, continuing to push the door open.
I heard Yor gasp as she began to shuffle around in the bed. I flicked on the light, stepping into the room before closing it behind me. “L-Loid, what are you—”
I stared at her face. It was flushed, but not the same as before. Her eyes were filled with fear and embarrassment, and even though it took me a couple of seconds, I finally understood what she was doing.
“I… I’m sorry.” I choked out, grabbing the door handle to leave but Yor called my name.
“Can we… can we just pretend you didn’t walk in just now?” She asked, her voice coming out in a quiet whisper.
I felt my face grow hot while my heart pounded in my chest. “Sure.” I said, matching her tone as I swung the door open, quickly leaving the room. I pressed my back against the door, my eyes wide as I stared at the wall in front of me.
Just don’t think about it. Just pretend you didn’t walk in on her. Just forget it ever happened, I thought to myself.
“Papa.” I heard Anya call out down the hallway. I met her eyes that were filled with curiosity. “Is Mama okay?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
I nodded slowly, lowering my head as I stared at the ground. I exhaled a deep sigh before heading down into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I laid down on the bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling.
“Can we… can we just pretend you didn’t walk in just now?”
I wanted to agree to her words, but for some reason, all I could think about was the noise she made when I was standing outside of her door. Damn it. Why did I have to let my curiosity get the better of me? I didn’t have to open the door, but I did. I’m such an idiot, I thought to myself, my eyes slipping shut.
Come to think of it, I’ve been too busy with my mission to even think about taking care of my needs. Maybe I should just—
I moved my hand down to my crotch, realising that I was beginning to get hard at the thought of Yor touching herself. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but at this point, I had no other choice. I couldn’t walk out of my room to shower at a time like this. I didn’t want Anya to see anything, even if she was only young. She was smart, but I had no idea if she was that smart to figure out I was turned on right now.
I’m safe in my room. I’m safe in my room. I’m safe in my—
I heard my door creak open, making me jump in fright as I rested my back against the headboard of my bed. I watched as Yor walked into my room, her eyes on the ground as she closed the door.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, avoiding my eyes. “But I just thought that I should help you—”
“Yor.” I gulped. I knew she couldn’t see my face since it was fairly dark in my room, but I knew she could feel the energy in the room. It was tense, thick, and very awkward. “You don’t have to help me with anything. I’m okay.” I said, hearing Yor breathe out a quiet sigh.
“I know I don’t have to.” She said as I watched her figure walk closer to the bed, making my heart race more. “I want to.” She added, her voice quieter than before.
Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Anya’s sitting out in the living room, probably pressed up against the TV to even realise that Yor had left her room, I thought to myself. I couldn’t let Yor do that. She was drunk. She didn’t know what she was doing. It was the alcohol talking right now, not her, I continued to think.
I felt her body sit down at the end of the bed, making my breathing heavier. I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell Yor that I didn’t need anything from her. I wanted to apologise again for making things awkward.
But when I felt her hand slowly move up my leg, I was speechless and frozen.
“I hurt you today.” She mumbled, her hand continuing to move up. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I gulped, my chest rising up and down. “It’s… It’s okay.” I said, her touch sending chills down my entire body.
“Let me apologise.” Yor whispered, her hand now resting over my crotch.
My eyes widened as I held my breath, my fists clenching by my sides. “Y-Yor.” I stuttered as her other hand began to undo the belt. “We shouldn’t—”
“Anya’s asleep.” Yor said, beginning to pull down the zipper on my pants. “She’s on the couch.”
I grabbed her wrist quickly, trying to slow things down. Even though I couldn’t see her face, I could feel the lust in the air, and it wasn’t just from her. It was from the both of us. Yor was my wife, but only for the mission. I didn’t want her to do anything that she didn’t need to do, even though she said multiple times that she was okay doing it.
“Do you want me not to?” Yor breathed out in question. I slowly released her wrist from my grip, no words escaping my lips. “I know I’m a little drunk right now, but this isn’t about me. It’s about you.” Yor continued, her hands resting on her lap.
“I…” I paused, not knowing what to say. I knew exactly what I wanted her to do, but I didn’t want to let myself admit it. I didn’t even want to say it out loud. I wanted her to touch me just as much as she wanted to, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.
So, I leaned closer to her, slowly placing my hand on the side of her face. I could feel her breathe fan my lips as I brushed my nose against hers lightly, my lips hovering over hers. “I’m not going to stop you.” I whispered before my lips touched with her soft ones.
At first, this kiss was gentle and caring, but then as the seconds went by, it began to get heated. I felt her body move over mine, straddling me as she wrapping her arms around my shoulders. With my hand still on her face, I placed my other hand on her back, holding her steady. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, colliding with hers. I could taste the alcohol in her mouth, but I didn’t mind it.
Yor moaned quickly into my mouth, sending all blood straight down to my cock. I only heard her moan a few minutes ago back in her room, but now, it was a different moan. Before, she didn’t want to be heard, but now, she wanted me to capture the noise.
She rocked her hips against my erection, making me release my own quiet moan of pleasure. My hand trailed down her back, slipping underneath her dress as my hand rested on her warm back. Her skin was soft, just like her lips. It made me wonder what else felt like that.
Yor moved her body against mine, making me falling back onto the bed as she continued straddling me. I breathed out a heavy sigh as her lips left mine, her hands beginning to fiddle with the buttons of my shirt. Eager, I thought to myself.
“Are you sure you want to—”
Yor placed a finger against my lips, cutting me off.
“Yes.” She replied, moving my shirt so she could start to run her fingers along my chest. I sighed lowly at her fingers on my skin, making my cock pulse underneath her. I knew she could feel it, because I could also feel her heartbeat between her thighs.
I placed my hands on her hips, moving up and down her sides as she leaned down, capturing my lips again. I melted against her soft lips, my eyes slipping shit again. She rocked her hips against my cock, just like before, making my body grow hot.
I gripped her skin before throwing my leg over her body, flipping her over so now she was on her back. I pressed my lips against her neck, listening to the noises she was making as my tongue ran across the spot I was kissing on her neck. I gently bit down on her skin, wanting to hear her moans as she buckled underneath me.
I began to peel off her dress from her shoulders, gliding down her body to give me more access to her body. Once I pulled the dress off, I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t see her body, but when my lips pressed against her skin, I knew she was hot. I ran my hands against her sides, my mouth moving down to the middle of her chest, her bra stopping me from kissing her breasts.
I didn’t take it off though. I didn’t want to leave her completely naked. I knew she was a shy woman, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that. Instead, I placed my hands over her breasts, gripping the material of her bra as Yor breathed out a heavy sigh.
“Keep going.” She moaned, her voice coming out in a whisper.
I did as she said. I pressed my lips back on her stomach, kissing every inch of her skin before reaching down to her panties. “Can I take these off?” I asked, hearing her words of approval straight after. I dug my index fingers into the waistband of her panties before sliding them down her legs.
I bent down in front of the bed, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to me. I pressed my lips against her inner thighs as her fingers slipping into my hair, gripping the strands gently. I ran my tongue up her inner thigh before reaching her clit, taking her by surprise. I knew she had one of her hands over her mouth because as soon as my tongue touched her clit, she removed a hand from my hair and a muffled moan escaped her lips.
She wanted to be as quiet as possible, but I wanted to hear those sweet moans escape her lips again.
I continued to lick and suck on her clit, picking up the pace. I moved one of my hands from her hip, running two fingers against her wet slit. I moaned against her clit, hearing her breathe out her own moan. I slowly inserted my index finger, feeling how tight she was just around one of my fingers.
Was this her first time, I asked myself.
I pushed my index finger in deeper, hearing her cry out quietly as I focused on relaxing her by my tongue. I moved my finger against her walls, pressing gently as her back arched slightly. I couldn’t help but grin against her, loving how her body was reacting to me as she became looser. I pressed another finger against her, taking my time pushing it in as her breathing became heavier.
“I’m going to—”
I didn’t take the time to let her finish her words as I moaned against her clit once more, feeling her body spasm by her climax. I smiled, removing my mouth from her clit but keeping my fingers inside her. Just because she had her orgasm, didn’t mean that I was finished with her yet. I wanted to see her body get used to my fingers since she was tight. I wanted to let her adjust before just pulling them out so suddenly.
Her breathing was uneven as she panted, my fingers still inside her. I slowly moved them in and out, the liquids from her climax lubricating my fingers as they began to move in and out much easier than before. I pressed my lips against her thigh, holding them there for a few seconds before kissing the other one.
“Loid.” She breathed out.
I smiled, slowly beginning to take out my fingers once I was satisfied. “Yes?”
“Your turn.” She panted, slowly sitting up.
By now, my cock was on the verge of exploding. Just hearing her moans was exciting me to the point that I knew as soon as Yor touched me, I would be done for.
Calm down. All you have to do is calm down, I said to myself.
I sat on the top of the bed, pressing my back against the headboard. Yor began to take off my pants slowly, as if she was trying to torture me. I closed my eyes, placing both hands on either side of my body. Once I heard the sound of my pants hitting the floor, I sucked in a breath.
Yor’s hands ran gently over my cock that was still hidden underneath my boxers, but it was enough to make my heart race and my body fire up inside. She peeled the boxers down far enough that my cock was now freed, and she could now do whatever she had planned for me. Before I could even ask if she was still okay doing this, I felt her tongue run along the tip of my cock, making my eyes open in shock.
“You don’t have to use—oh, shit.”
Yor cut me off by taking my cock into her mouth, the warmness of her mouth running straight through my body. I held my breath as she placed a hand at the bottom of my cock, moving it up and down as her head bobbed. My eyebrows furrowed as my lips parted, trying to control myself from not coming yet.
I placed one of my hands on her head, not forcing her down further onto my cock, but to just grab onto something. I placed my other hand on the headboard, gripping it tightly as she continued to use her mouth on my cock.
Maybe this wasn’t her first time. She definitely knew what to do, I thought to myself.
I breathed out a moan when she moved further down, nearly taking me whole into her mouth. I heard her gag as she held her position, the back of her throat closing around the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to grab her face to pull her back up so she could breathe, but it was like she was trying to test herself.
“Yor.” I panted, feeding my fingers through her hair before gripping it. I repeated her name again as she finally moved up, sucking in a deep breath. I exhaled a sigh as I finally got the chance to breathe. She began to run her hand up and down my cock, making me hold my breath again as my hips began to buckle.
I knew that she knew I was close because her mouth rested over the tip of my cock. I didn’t want her to come in her mouth. I was fine with just not coming at all if that meant she didn’t have to get herself dirty, but Yor didn’t seem to mind. I let one moan escape my lips as I felt my soul leave my body, her mouth swallowing everything that came out.
My eyes slipped shut as I rested my head against the headboard, feeling ten times more exhausted than what I did when I came home. Yor licked my cock clean before pulling it out of her mouth. She wiped her lips with the back on her hand before leaning closer to me. I could feel her breath fan my cheeks before her lips pressed against my nose, taking me by surprise.
“How are you feeling?” She asked, running her hand along the side of my face.
I couldn’t even speak. I was shocked at the fact that this had just happened. I didn’t have this planned out at all, and none of this was apart of the mission, but I couldn’t help but let my guard down again.
Yor moved off the bed, and I could hear her putting her dress back on. I leaned forward, grabbing her hand as she began to pull it up over her waist. “Stay here with me.” I said, hearing Yor chuckle quietly.
“No one’s coming over. We have no reason to sleep in the same bed.” She replied and I couldn’t help but feel my heart shatter a little by her words.
Nonetheless, that didn’t stop me from repeating myself. “Stay.” I said again.
“Okay.” She breathed out and I could hear the smile on her lips.
And I knew she could feel the smile on mine as her lips touched mine once more.