"What's changed? Why did you come for me tonight?" My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for their reaction, half-expecting them to lash out or ignore me completely. To my surprise, they don't seem startled by my question; instead, they open their eyes slowly and look at me with a mixture of curiosity and... understanding?

"I've been thinking about things a lot since then," Thorn finally says. "About the people I've hurt, the lives I've ruined..."

Their words wash over me, making my blood run cold as I remember all too well the horrors they committed in the past. But there's something different about them now; a spark of remorse and regret that wasn't there before. Could it be possible...?

"You really want to know?" I ask softly, hesitating for just a moment before continuing. "You really want me to trust you with that?"

"You're welcome," you reply with a soft smile, lying down on the other bed. "Try to get some rest; we can figure things out in the morning." You close your eyes as well, listening to her steady breathing and trying not to think about how strange it is that she's here with you now.

The silence between them lingers for a moment, then stretches into minutes. Eventually, you hear her softly mutter, "Gerald..." But before you can respond, she continues, "...

"...I've been thinking about something." Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant. "Maybe... maybe you could use someone like me. You know, on your crew?" There's an awkward pause before she adds hastily, "Not that I'm not grateful and all, but it just seems like we'd be stronger together."

Her words hang in the air between them for a long moment before you finally answer. "...I don't know, Becca. Things have been different for me lately. And I mean...

"Clean it with my mouth?" she says, her voice a mix of surprise and amusement. "Well, I didn't think you'd ask..." She crawls up your body, hands moving to grip the base of your cock as she takes it into her mouth, sucking hard. Her tongue swirls around the head, wetting your length as she looks up at you through narrowed eyes. "Like this?" she asks playfully, taking more of you inside her warm, wet mouth before pulling back to look up at you with a smirk.

Her tongue swirls around the head, wetting your length as she looks up at you through narrowed eyes. "Like this?" she asks playfully, taking more of you inside her warm, wet mouth before pulling back to look up at you with a smirk.

She couldn't find the words to express what she had just experienced, her mind still reeling from the intensity of it all. You cleaned up both of you, tending to her wounds gently before helping her into the shower where she could wash away the sweat and cum that covered her body.

As the water cascaded down her skin, Rebecca found herself thinking about how much she enjoyed being with you. She liked the way you pushed her limits, the way you made her feel alive and desired.

With a sigh, she leaned against your shoulder, feeling more at ease in your presence than she had in years. "Thanks... for that." She whispered, looking up at you with grateful eyes. "I never thought..." Her voice trailed off as they stood there under the warm spray of water, enjoying the silence and the intimacy between them.

For now, she was content to just be with you.

Her breath came out in harsh gasps as the pleasure coursed through her, every nerve ending on fire with ecstasy. With one last thrust, she felt your cock pulse inside her, and then you were coming too, your hot seed spilling deep into her body. She moaned loudly, her head thrown back against the wall as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Fuck..."

Her limbs felt like jelly as your orgasm finally subsided, leaving behind a sense of contentment and exhaustion she'd never experienced before. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale as she tried to catch her breath. She slumped down against the wall, relinquishing her hold on your shoulders as you pulled free of her body.

"Wow..." she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of her labored breathing. "That...

As their bodies writhe together in the darkness of the abandoned cellar, Rebecca can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingernails digging into Ithri's shoulders as she tries to maintain some semblance of control.

"Oh God," she moans, arching her back even further, "I'm gonna--" And then, with a sharp cry that echoes through the cellar like a death knell, she comes undone.

"Mmm," she murmurs, still catching her breath. "Yeah... they did that for me after my first time with Pillar." She winces at the mention of her brother's name, but quickly pushes the thought aside. There will be time enough to mourn him later; right now, she wants to enjoy this moment.

"So," she says with a sultry smile, "do you want to... stick around?"