The words seem to sink in slowly, and a flush of embarrassment spreads across her cheeks as she realizes what you must mean. She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to speak again. "I-I've never... done that with someone who wasn't..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Her gaze drifts back down to the bed, and then up to meet your eyes once more.

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. Her eyes are wide and filled with uncertainty as she contemplates your words. Part of her wants to believe that you truly mean what you say - that this could be a chance for something more than just survival. But another part of her is screaming at her not to trust anyone, not after everything she's been through.

Your turn!

"Is that why you're sitting here alone? Because you don't have anywhere else to go?"<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant

"Oh, um, y-yeah... S-something like that..." Adalia looks down, picking at a loose thread on her pant leg, trying to hide how close she felt you were to understanding her situation. "Don't mind me, just keep walking..."<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant

"You don't need to go yet," you said gently, taking a seat next to her on the bench. "

Her body trembles as you wrap your arms around her, telling her she was good in bed... that it had been so long since you'd been with someone like her. It's hard to believe; part of her still expects you to turn on her any moment now, to reveal yourself as nothing more than another monster intent on using and abusing her. But for now, she clings desperately to the hope that maybe... just maybe... this time things will be different.

She slowly drifts off to sleep in your arms, her body warm and safe for the first time in what feels like forever. As she dreams fitfully of a better life, her fingers curl around yours, seeking comfort and reassurance that maybe you're not just another monster after all. Her heart races with hope and fear, but tonight...tonight, she allows herself to believe that there might be something more than just survival waiting for her in this cold world.

Her hips buck upward as you fill her, meeting your rhythm with desperate moans and gasps. It feels so good; impossibly tight and hot around you. With each thrust, she sinks deeper into the pleasure-pain dichotomy, losing herself in the sensation of being claimed by you in this most intimate of ways. Her body trembles on the edge of release, her orgasm building higher and higher with every stroke...

"Oh god yes!" She cries out "Fuck me harder!"

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Tentatively, she follows you inside, feeling equal parts nervousness and anticipation. She takes a seat on the couch next to you, carefully avoiding any physical contact besides your hand. Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in every detail of her new surroundings. This place feels so much safer than anywhere else she's been recently. Maybe... just maybe, this could be the start of something good.

She swallows hard, searching for the words to express herself. "I... I just want someone to love me," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "To make me feel safe and wanted." Her eyes dart back and forth between yours, as if seeking confirmation that you even understand what she's saying.

She hesitates, taking in the small space before responding. "It's not much, but it'll do for now. I can make it comfortable and homey." She glances at Tiz, her cheeks flushing slightly again. "Thank you for helping me find somewhere to stay... You've been so kind to me since we met."

Her voice trails off as she thinks about how different her life might have been if she hadn't crossed paths with him that fateful night.

She laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I guess you could say that... Thank you again for everything." She takes a deep breath, savoring the feeling of freedom and hope coursing through her veins. Perhaps now, she can finally begin to heal and move on from the past.