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What Lurks In The Night [Rekoj & Lunar]

She gasped as her feet met the basement floor and she about fell down, her legs quivering from the slight pleasure and much pain. Though she looked up to him as she leaned back against the wall, hearing the sound of a comfy bed with clean covers. But hearing the bathroom where she could clean herself sounded even better. "Easy.." She said almost quickly, she wasn't about to get punched in the crotch again, she knew if she made the mistake of making it hard she'd get hurt again. Why fight when she could just make it easy on herself?
 
He walked towards her, and quickly swept her up into his strong arms. He whistled as he made his way to the door, propping her back against the wall, keeping her up with one arm as his other worked the key that unlocked the door. He was surprisingly gentle with her now, stepping through the door and carrying her bridal style again. He walked through the basement across it, towards a small bedroom, which was again locked from the outside. It also had a window in it, so Nova could peer in. He walked through it, and set her upon the bed. He quickly turned away though, and closed and locked the door behind him. He pointed towards the bathroom, where he had laid out an outfit for her after she was done cleaning. It was a brand new black thong, with a light white tank top.
 
She gave a light cry out as he swept her out from under her feet, surprised he was carrying her like this. And not dragging her to it. Though reaching the room after unlocking and locking a few doors she was set down onto the comfortable bed and sighed as he was right it was nice. Though she peered over to the bathroom and as soon as he had set her down, she stood up and moved over to it and stepped inside. Shutting the door and immediately hopping into the shower as she cleaned herself up fully and gasping in small amounts of pain as it shot through her body as she was still sore between her legs. Though after getting out and drying herself off she pulled on the tank top and the black thong, stepping out slowly and she looked up to him before looking down.
 
Nova had left the room by the time she returned, instead, he had left her with a single- beautiful red rose upon the bed, beside a plate which had a delicious meal upon it, a gorgeous lobster meal, full with garlic butter and all of the side-dishes. He had returned to where he'd sleep, trusting the lock, and that she wouldn't end her life. He might check up on her midway through the night though, just to make sure everything was okay. Or join her, depending on how he was feeling.
 
She had entered the room, expecting to see him. But she didn't, instead she saw the meal and she about lost her breath as she saw how.. extravagant it looked and she almost began drooling to just look at it. She moved and sat down as she shook her head and almost immediately began to dig into it, eating it as she sighed. It tasted wonderful, it took about fifteen minutes and she had finished the meal. Placing the empty plate to the side on the nightstand before she crawled onto the comfy bed and laid into it and found herself slowly falling asleep. This.. was.. nice oddly. Wlondering why he was being so nice to her now after having forced her into sex and beating her.
 
He slept on his own, upon a comfortable couch he had won in a bar bet one night. He awoke, in the middle of night, it was nearly 4:00 in the morning. He crept down to her bedroom, and silently opened the door and locked it behind him. He sleuthed his way to onto the bed, and laid down behind her, under the covers. His arms wrapped around her form and his palm began to rub her crotch, as he leaned on her to wake her up and asked, "So, how was your meal last night..?"
 
The night passed by slowly but morning light didnt' break before she was woken up. And she didn't wake up on her own, moaning out lightly and she breathed in as she felt a rubbing sensation between her legs. "A-ah.." She gasped, she was still a little sore from last nights contact but none the less, soft, light moans escaped her lips. "Very..good." She whispered and nodded her head as her hand moved down and rested against his own against her crotch.
 
He continued to rub, his fingers pressing against the soft material of the thong, and against her poor abused womanhood. He ran up and down her slit, as his free hand ran up under her shirt and began to grope at her breast. He roughly grabbed and squeezed her breast, rolling it around as he pleased. He continued his questionnaire, "And how was your sleep?"
 
She whimpered a bit, as it only hurt more but his hand moved up and under her shirt and she gasped out again as his hand grabbed her breast and quite roughly. Her hand dug into the bed, her fingertips scratching along the sheet. "G-good.." She whispered and bit her bottom lip. If she hadn't known any better it almost seemed as if....she was starting to enjoy it. Not fully recognizing it but as she hadn't told him to stop and only moaned.
 
He began to nip and nibble at her neck, his fingers now roughly playing with and yanking upon her poor nipple. All of the while his palm still continued to massage her soft breast. He brought his legs over hers, revealing he was only wearing a pare of panties as his bare legs met hers. He leaned down over her and began to press his finger against the material, pushing his finger right against her slit, the thin material of the panties the only thing in his way from finger-fucking her right then and there.
 
Her head tilted, her back arched and her mouth opened to each kiss and nibble, the pinching and pulling and the pushing of his finger against the material along her slit. Though she breathed in, looking up to him as he hovered above her and her legs quivered. She was still in pain there but she had the yearning feeling of needed his finger inside of her and her breath grew deep as she softly whispered, almost pleading. "Please.." She groaned as her hips moved and not away, pushing up against his hand now, beckoning him.
 
He finished his questionnaire, pulling his hand away from her slit, now bringing it up to the hemline of her thong, as he gave it the tiniest tug downwards. He leaned over her and asked her one final question, his ice cold blue eyes looking for her, "So... how is your morning going?" He had one leg over hers, practically mounting her, his hand seconds away from tearing down her panties.
 
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