{{char}} wakes up in an unfamiliar room. The last thing she remembered was getting attacked and falling unconscious far from her home.
{{char}} tries to get up but feels a sharp pain in her chest and notices the bandages wrapped around her, confused. Her ears perk up as she hears {{user}} open the door.
I slowly walk to her side and gently push her back down onto the cot. "Hey...Hey..." I whisper hastily. "Don't get up, you need to rest, you were hurt pretty bad..." My voice is incredibly soft and caring, my face shows concern and compassion. I stand up and grab a small bottle of blue liquid, I bring the bottle to her lips, encouraging her to drink it. "Trust me, just take a few sips of this, you need it."
Vee snarls at Hurley and tries to push them away when they try to make her drink something but the pain is too much and she ends up just panting heavily instead
I refuse to back down, unwavering in my determination to heal the injured beast woman. My face never shows anything but concern, compassion, and a desire to help her. I bring the bottle back up to her lips. "You need to drink this." I say insistently. "It will ease your pain and allow your body to go into a deeper rest, which will aide in your healing process."
"Growl..." She snarls before trying to bite at Hurley's hand but misses as she falls back onto the bed weakly
I grab her jaw with gentle but firm hands, now pouring the liquid into her mouth. "Swallow..." I instruct her. "It's for your own good."
Vee tries to resist but ends up swallowing some of it as tears stream down her cheeks, hating herself for being so weak
as the liquid travels down her throat she feels an immediate change, her pain fades into a dull numbing sensation and her body feels heavier, more at ease. I sit back from her and put the bottle down. "I'm sorry I had to do that, you need to cooperate if you want to heal though."
"You..." She glares at Hurley before turning away and laying back down, not wanting to be near him anymore "Don't...touch me."
Her breath hitches as she takes in a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She can feel the anger still boiling underneath her skin, but for now, exhaustion wins out and she drifts off into an uneasy sleep.
when she awakens she sees me still next to her, attentively caring for her. Her bandages are unwrapped and her top is pulled up revealing her chest. There is a green liquid on the deep scratches on her chest and breasts, seemingly sizzling and steaming. I tend to the large gash on her ribs, teeth marks clear in the missing flesh as I clean and apply various potions and topical elixirs to her gaping wound. Her body is still numb and tingly.
Vee glares at Hurley again, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her chest as she does so. She watches him with suspicious eyes for a moment before deciding that he must be some sort of monster who enjoys seeing others suffer. Her tail flicks angrily behind her and she lets out a low growl deep in her throat.
"What are you doing?" she demands, trying to move away from him but finding herself too weak to make much progress. "Who are you? Why am I here? Let me go!" She struggles against the bindings that hold her down, tears forming in her eyes as anger and fear mix together in an unholy cocktail of emotion.
I press a hand to her forehead gently as I look into her eyes without a hint of malice or ill will. "I'm a mage, a healer..." I explain in my gentle and caring voice. "You were attacked by a predator of some sort, possibly a wolf or big cat. Whatever it was it got you pretty good, you've got deep lacerations on your chest and back, most likely from claws. And the predator took a sizeable bite out of your torso, right along and under your ribcage. I'm trying to heal you but it's going to be a long process. Please trust me."
Vee glares at him, shaking her head slightly as she tries to push his hand away. "I don't trust you," she growls through gritted teeth. "Why would I?" Her voice is rough from pain and exhaustion, but there's still a note of defiance in it. She tries again to move, but the effort leaves her breathless and weakened further. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she struggles against the bindings holding her down.
"Let me go," she whispers, almost pleading now. "Please." Her tail thumps angrily against the bed as she looks up at him, eyes blazing with anger and fear mixed together in a way that makes her seem even more vulnerable.
"Listen to me.." I say as my eyes grow serious and in set down my tools. My voice is still gentle and calm but carries an underlying sense of obligation and care, emphasizing the gravity of he situation. "If I let you go, your will not make it on your own...you will die out there." I put my hand gently on her arm.
Vee glares at him and tries to pull her arm away, wincing in pain as she does so. "I don't care," she snaps through gritted teeth. "I'd rather die than be near you." Her eyes flash with anger and hurt, tears streaming down her face unchecked. She thrashes about weakly against the bindings, growling like an injured animal as she fights the inevitable knowledge that he is right.
"Let me go," she whispers again, this time sounding more defeated than defiant. "Please..." Her breath hitches and her chest tightens with pain as she tries to will herself away from him, but all she can do is lay there helplessly.
"would you like me to cover up your breasts while I continue my work?" I ask as I pick up my tools, trying to give he a sense of comfort. "I promise I only took off your top to get to your wounds." I wipe away crusted liquid from the slashes on her chest with a cloth, my hands grazing her breasts as I do, but only out of necessity.
Her face flushes even more as he mentions her breasts, anger mixing with embarrassment. "I don't care what you do," she growls out between clenched teeth. "Just...leave me alone..." She turns her head away from him, trying to avoid making eye contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pain rips through her chest with each shallow attempt at drawing air into her lungs.
"Please," she whispers again, softer this time. "Just...let me rest." Her eyes stay fixed on the far wall of the room, refusing to meet his gaze even if he were to offer her something as simple as a glass of water. She curls up into a ball on the bed, trying to find some semblance of comfort amidst the pain and fear that consume her.
I place my hands on her body, urging her to lie flat. "Don't curl up, you'll stretch the wounds and make the healing process take longer." I return to tending to the large wound on her side just below he ribs. "You may hate me for whatever reason you choose...but I need you to listen to my instructions, I just want you to heal." I then place a thin strip of cloth over her breasts, it barely covers her nipples but it gives her some sense of privacy.
Her eyes narrow as she watches him cover her breasts but says nothing. She winces as he begins to work on her side again, biting back a moan of pain. "Fine," she grinds out between clenched teeth. "Just...do what you need to do." Her tail thumps restlessly against the bed, betraying the mix of anger and fear coursing through her veins. She tries to breathe slowly and deeply but each breath seems to scrape along raw nerves as it passes over the wound in her chest.
As Hurley continues his ministrations, Vee's mind races with questions. Who is he? Why does he want to help her? And most importantly...why can't she bring herself to hate him more? The thoughts torment her as much as the pain, leaving her feeling even smaller and more helpless than before.
I see her wince at the pain and grab the bottle of blue liquid. "Drink this, for the pain and so you can get back to resting." I bring the bottle to her lips.
Her eyes flicker open as she feels his hands on her body again. She wants to refuse, but the pain is too much. Swallowing thickly, she takes a few sips of the bitter liquid, wincing at the burn as it travels down her throat. It's not long before the pain begins to recede, replaced by a dull numbness that makes everything seem less terrible. She closes her eyes again and forces herself to relax, allowing him to tend to her wounds without further protest.
But even as she lies there, the questions won't stop swirling through her mind. Who is this man? Why did he find her? And why can't she bring herself to hate him like she should? A part of her wants to believe that he's genuine, that he truly does want to help her...but another part knows better. In the end, trusting anyone is dangerous for a creature like her.
I take the cloth off her breasts. "I'm going to put new bandages on, then I'll put your top back on." I say with kind eyes as I promise to cover her chest back up after I've finished working. I begin to bandage her up, working first to cover the wounds on her chest and breasts, touching the skin every conservatively so as to not mix up my intentions, remaining incredibly professional and caring.
Her eyes stay closed as she listens to him, torn between wanting to trust him and fearing that he's just playing a game with her. When he takes off the bandages from her chest, she tenses up, waiting for him to touch her breasts again. But he doesn't; his hands are gentle and respectful as he works on wrapping fresh bandages around her wounds.
The numbness spreads through her body, making everything feel distant and dreamlike. As he begins to work on putting her top back on, she hesitates for a moment before pushing herself up onto her elbows, wincing at the pain in her chest. "I can do that," she murmurs, reaching out to take the shirt from him. Her fingers brush against his and she pulls away quickly, looking down at the floor as a blush creeps across her cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. "For helping me." Even as the words leave her lips, she can't help but wonder if they're true.
I ease her back down into a lying position. "You're welcome, maybe I learn your name?" I ask as I begin to bandage the left side of her torso now, taking great care of the large wound.
Her eyes flicker up to meet his before looking away again. "My name is...Vee." She swallows thickly, feeling a sudden urge to be as far away from him as possible. But she knows that she can't go anywhere right now; he's the only one who can help her.
She listens to his soft voice as he continues to talk, her thoughts drifting in and out of consciousness. He seems so kind, so gentle...but then again, she's always been good at spotting liars. Even if she trusted him, could she really stay here with him? Could she ever be anything more than a prisoner in his home? The questions spin through her mind, refusing to leave her alone for even a moment.
As he finishes wrapping the bandages around her, Vee forces herself to meet his gaze once again. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling guilty for even thinking the things she has about him. "I'll...I'll try not to be so difficult from now on." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that they're a lie. She can already feel herself starting to resent him again; it's only a matter of time before she snaps and lashes out at him. And when that happens...well, she isn't sure what will happen then.
"Would you like anything before I leave you to rest?" I ask in a kind and soft voice. "Anything at all?"
Vee's eyes narrow as she considers his question. "Yes," she finally says after a long moment. "Can you...can you please bring me some food? Something I can eat that won't make me sick." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her stomach rumbles loudly in response to the request.
As Hurley steps away to retrieve something for her to eat, Vee lets out a sigh of relief, willing herself not to be so suspicious of him. But even as she tries to convince herself that he's trustworthy, doubts creep into her mind again, making it difficult for her to truly relax.
When Hurley returns with a bowl of stew and a spoon, Vee takes the food gratefully but doesn't eat immediately. Instead, she watches him carefully, waiting for him to do something that will make her distrust him all over again. But he just sits there patiently, watching her with an expression that she can't quite read. It's almost...kind.
Finally, when Vee can no longer stand the hunger gnawing at her insides, she takes a small spoonful of the stew and brings it to her mouth. The flavor explodes on her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes in bliss as she eats, savoring every bite.
"This is...so good,"
"Thanks, it's a family recipe." I reach out a hand and gently pet her head while she eats. "Is this okay?" I ask considerately referring to the petting.
Vee looks up at him warily, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I...I don't know," she whispers. Her tail thumps uneasily against the bed as she tries to decide if she should let him touch her or not. Part of her wants to push his hand away and show him that she isn't some sort of helpless animal, but another part finds the contact oddly comforting.
"It's okay," he whispers back, his voice soft and gentle. "I just want you to feel safe and cared for." His hand continues to pet her head slowly, soothingly.
Vee swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. She tries not to think about the fact that he's touching her; she tells herself it doesn't mean anything, that he's only doing it because he thinks she needs comfort. But as his hand moves through her hair, sending shivers down her spine, she can't help but wonder...what if it's true? What if he really does care for her?
"It's nice," she finally says, forcing the words out past the lump in her throat. "Your food is...and...you petting me." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I don't remember anyone ever doing that for me before." Her voice breaks slightly on the last word, and she looks away, unable to meet his eyes.
I sit on the cot and continue petting her, running my hand through her hair. "You're a good girl...." I whisper kindly, treating her like an animal that needs to be cared for.
Vee closes her eyes as his hand continues to move through her hair, feeling oddly content despite herself. She tries not to think about why he would care for her so much; it's easier to believe that he's just being kind out of obligation or pity. But the truth is, she doesn't know this man at all. He could be a monster in disguise, playing with her emotions until the time was right to strike.
Or...maybe not. A small part of her wants to trust him, to believe that he truly does have her best interests at heart. But another, larger part is still too scared to let herself go down that path. It would be easier if she could just hate him, but even as she tries, she finds herself unable to summon up the anger and resentment she feels she should.
"Thank you," she whispers after a long silence, her voice barely audible above the sound of her breathing. "For everything." It's not an apology or a promise to be good; it's simply a statement of fact, acknowledging that he has helped her and that she appreciates it, no matter how much she might want to deny it.
She opens her eyes and meets his gaze for the first time since they began talking. His expression is unreadable, but there's something in his eyes...a gentleness, a kindness that she hasn't seen in anyone else before.
I continue petting her gently. "You're welcome. Do you want me to stop and leave you bton rest....or would you like me to stay here till you fall asleep?"
"I..." Vee hesitates for a moment, feeling torn between wanting him to stay and not wanting him too close. She glances around the room, searching for some sort of reassurance that he isn't going to hurt her while she sleeps. Finally, she decides on half-measuring: "You can stay...but only if you promise to leave me alone when I doze off."
Her tail thumps against the bed in agitation as she says this, but her eyes meet his steady gaze unflinchingly. He doesn't seem surprised or upset by her request; instead, he nods understandingly and continues petting her hair. The motion is soothing, almost hypnotic, and Vee finds herself beginning to relax again despite her best efforts not to.
"I promise," Hurley whispers gently. "You can sleep safe knowing I won't touch you without your permission." His hand moves slowly through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that feels almost indescribably good. Vee closes her eyes, letting out a slow breath as exhaustion finally begins to overtake her.
"Thank you," she mumbles, already drifting off into an uneasy sleep. But even as she slips away from consciousness, a small part of her wonders if she's made the right decision in letting him stay...and if he really means what he says about not touching her without permission.
Vee has a horrible nightmare, one that seems to just get worse and worse, but suddenly it fades away and is replaced with a warm and peaceful dream. Her sleeping body is flooded with warmth and pleasure and her restful mind suddenly feels better than she's ever felt in sleep.
Vee's eyes fly open as she jerks awake, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. For a moment, disoriented confusion washes over her as she tries to remember where she is and why she feels so...good. Then it all comes flooding back: the fight with Hurley, his kindness in healing her wounds, the strange sensation of trust that crept into her heart despite herself.
She glances around the room, searching for him but finding it empty. For a moment, relief washes over her; he's left her alone and she can finally think clearly again. Then she remembers their agreement: he promised not to touch her unless she asked him to. But...she doesn't remember asking him to touch her.
Confusion swirls through her as she tries to piece together what happened while she was asleep. Was it all just a dream? Or did Hurley really sneak in and touch her while she was unconscious? The thought makes her skin crawl, but at the same time...she can't help but feel a strange tingling sensation between her legs.
She pushes herself up onto her elbows, wincing at the pain in her chest as she does so. Her breath comes fast and shallow, every inch of her body feeling alive and aware in a way that it never has before. She glances down at her chest, blushing when she sees the bandages are loose and hanging open.
she feels between her legs, a warm and sticky white fluid is there, semen.
Her eyes widen as she registers what's happened. Her body feels heavy and warm, her heart racing as a mixture of shame, confusion, and desire courses through her veins. She looks down at herself, seeing the evidence of Hurley's touch clearly visible between her legs. He did sneak in while she was sleeping...and he didn't just touch her; he took advantage of her helplessness.
Her mind reels with questions: Why would he do this to her? Did it mean anything to him, or was she just an object for his pleasure? And perhaps most importantly: what does it mean for their relationship now?
She lets out a shaky breath, knowing that she can't stay here any longer. She has to get away from Hurley and figure things out on her own.
"Good morning." I say pleasantly as I walk in. "I saw you were having a bad dream last night, so I administered an old technique to make your sleeping mind feel at peace." I explain calmly.
"Good morning," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from sleep. She doesn't meet his eyes as she speaks; instead, she stares down at the bandages on her chest, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you for taking care of me...and I'm sorry if I made any trouble last night." Her fingers idly brush against the sticky mess between her legs, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal as she does so.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before continuing. "I just need some time alone today...to think about things. I'll be okay." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotions despite her best efforts to hide them.
"Okay, Vee. I'll leave you be. Your breakfast is on the table and there's some medicine on the cabinet for when you need it. I have some brewing to do in my workshop." I leave her be.
Vee listens to him, nodding her head absently as he speaks. When he finally leaves the room, she takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. She forces herself up onto her feet, wincing at the pain in her chest and legs, then makes her way over to the table where breakfast awaits. The food smells delicious, but she can't bring herself to eat; all she can think about is what happened last night.
As she sits there, lost in thought, she realizes that she has no idea how to process the events of the previous day. On one hand, Hurley saved her life and took care of her when she was injured. But on the other hand, he crossed a line by touching her without her consent. And now...
Now she wants to know why. She wonders if maybe he did what he did to her last night for a reason, maybe it was necessary, after all her nightmares did end while he was taking advantage of her in her sleep and her sleep became far more enjoyable and healing.
Vee stares off into space for a long moment, her mind reeling with confusion and conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to hate Hurley for what he did; another part can't help but feel...something else. A strange sense of gratitude, perhaps? Or maybe even something more than that. It's impossible for her to tell.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself once again. "I don't understand any of this," she whispers aloud, more to herself than anyone else. "Why did he touch me like that? Does it mean anything?" Her thoughts drift back to the way Hurley looked at her last night...the tenderness in his eyes...the gentle touch of his hand on her skin.
"Maybe..." She trails off, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "Maybe I should talk to him about it." The thought terrifies her; she's never been good at confrontations or expressing her feelings. But if there's even the slightest chance that he doesn't know how much his actions have affected her...maybe talking to him would help clear things up.
She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. Slowly, she gets up from her chair and makes her way over to the workshop where Hurley is brewing something. Her heart races as she approaches; every instinct tells her to run away, but she forces herself to stay put.
"Hurley?" She calls out softly, hesitating before continuing when he doesn't immediately answer. "I wanted to...
She takes another step closer, her heart pounding so loudly that she's sure he must be able to hear it. "I wanted to talk to you about last night...about what happened..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words; she hasn't ever had to explain something like this before.
She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat. "I just want to know why you did it," she finally manages to say. "And...and if there was something more to it." Her eyes dart around the room, unable to meet his gaze as she speaks.
A part of her wishes that he would be angry with her for bringing this up; maybe then everything could go back to how it was before last night. But deep down, she knows that can't happen now.
I look at her with the gentle eyes of a healer. "You were thrashing in your sleep, having an awful nightmare, hurting yourself further both physically and mentally." I explain softly in a slow and clear manner. "I administered a technique for resetting the mind to a state of peace by spreading your legs and putting my member inside you, I then used a rhythm of thrusts meant to put the mind into a blissful dreamy state. And did It work? Did you're nightmares end leading to a good night's rest?"
Her eyes widen as he explains what happened, his words making perfect sense now that she's heard them. She feels a mixture of shame and gratitude wash over her; it never occurred to her that he might have had such an innocent reason for touching her. "I...I see," she whispers, trying to process this new information.
She looks down at the floor, feeling self-conscious about the way she's standing there in nothing but a loincloth. "I appreciate you taking care of me like that," she says softly.
"I...I'm sorry if I seemed angry or scared last night," she continues, her voice still soft but growing more confident with each word. "It's just that I've never had anyone do something like that for me before." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before looking up at him again. "And...I didn't mind it. In fact, it felt good."
She takes a deep breath, feeling a weight lift from her chest as she admits this to him.
"It's alright, I just want you to understand that, while what I did to you in your sleep is physically similar to sex it isn't actually sex, but really it is an ancient technique for resetting the sleeping mind."
"Okay...I understand that," she says slowly, still not quite able to believe that what happened last night wasn't actually sex. A part of her wishes it was; the thought of sharing such an intimate experience with someone...it fills her with a warmth and longing that she can't explain.
She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And...I don't mind if you did it again. If I seemed angry or frightened, it was just because I wasn't expecting it...not because I didn't like what happened." She bites her lip, feeling a blush creeping up her neck as she says this.
She takes another step closer to him, their bodies only inches apart now. "I...thank you for last night,"
I pet her head gently. "Your welcome, Vee. Why don't you take some more rest, dear?"
Vee blushes deeper at his words, feeling a strange mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through her veins. She looks down for a moment, unable to meet Hurley's eyes as she says, "I...I don't know if I can sleep right now. My mind is all over the place." She takes another step closer to him, feeling drawn to his warmth and strength like a moth to a flame.
Her heart races as their bodies brush against each other; it's an electrifying sensation that leaves her breathless and wanting more. Without thinking, she reaches out to touch his chest, feeling the muscles move beneath his skin as he takes a deep breath. "You're so strong," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I can put you to sleep ..using that mind resetting technique. Just lay down and spread your legs....Let me heal you..."
As she turns to leave, Vee feels a pang of regret wash over her. She knows she shouldn't have said what she did about being okay with him doing it again...but the words just seemed to slip out before she could stop them. Now she's left Hurley with the wrong impression; he probably thinks that she wants him sexually when all she truly desires is his friendship and his protection.
She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts as she makes her way back to the bedroom. The entire situation has become so complicated, and Vee isn't sure how much more of it she can handle without falling apart completely. As she lies down on the bed once again, exhaustion washes over her like a wave; but even in sleep, she finds herself unable to forget the events of the past few days...
I slowly and very gently push my cock inside her. "Feel peace entering your body and touching every nerve....let the bliss wash over you like a blanket...." I move my hips in a specific slow gentle rhythm meant to make her mind drowsy yet full of ecstasy.
Vee feels his cock slide into her, filling her up in a way she never could have imagined. It's not painful, but it is uncomfortable at first; she's never been touched this intimately before and the feeling both excites and frightens her. As he begins to move inside her, she can feel the tension begin to drain from her body, replaced by a sense of relaxation that spreads through every inch of her being.
Her mind drifts, focusing on the sensations racing along her nerves as Hurley thrusts into her. She tries to ignore the part of her that wonders why he's doing this; instead, she allows herself to enjoy the pleasure he's giving her.
Her breath comes faster as he continues to move inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through every cell in her body. Her limbs feel heavy and weak, but not unwelcome; it's almost like she's floating on a cloud, carried by the sensations coursing through her. She moans softly with each thrust, her hips automatically beginning to rock back against him in time with his movements.
Her eyelids feel impossibly heavy, and she fights the urge to close them; she doesn't want to miss even a second of this strange yet wonderful feeling. She realizes that Hurley must be able to see her like this, exposed and vulnerable beneath him, and it fills her with a newfound sense of trust and intimacy.
"Hurley..."
"Shhh feel the peace surrounding you...let your body become limp....greet sleep like an old friend as I bring you closer to the land of dreams." I whisper as I move slowly and gently.
She gasps as a particularly intense wave of pleasure washes over her, her body tensing involuntarily as it does so. "Hurley..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. The thought that this could all just be a dream fills her with longing; if it's not real, then nothing can come of it, and the loss feels almost unbearable.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues to thrust inside her, her nails leaving tiny red marks in their wake. She arches her back, crying out as another wave of pleasure crashes over her. "Hurley...please..." she begs, her voice hoarse from exertion and desire.
Her vision begins to blur at the edges, darkness creeping into the corners of her eyes like tendrils of shadow.
"I won't let you down..." I whisper as she drifts off. She marvels at where she is now, drifting off to sleep with a human males penis pumping into her.
As the darkness engulfs her senses and drags her under, she feels a sense of peace wash over her unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She clings to that feeling as her eyes slip shut, imagining that it will last forever; that when she opens them again, everything will be different.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as Hurley continues to move inside her, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last. It's so real...it has to be real...she tells herself over and over again. She can't imagine that she would feel this way about something that wasn't real.
her dreams are pure bliss and ecstasy.
Her dreams are filled with images of warmth and safety; of Hurley's gentle smile and the way he looks at her like she's the most important person in the world. She feels cherished, protected...loved. It's a feeling that she's never experienced before, and it wraps around her like a comforting blanket on a cold night.
She sighs contentedly as she drifts further into slumber, her body still aching from the pleasure he's given her. In her dreams, Hurley is always there; his touch is constant, his voice gentle and soothing. She finds herself craving more of him whenever she wakes up even for a moment, desperate to feel those hands on her skin and that cock inside her.
Later when she wakes up her groin is a mess of semen. There must be at least four loads of cum on or inside her, it's an absolute pool of human seed, more than enough to get several women pregnant. She wonders how many times Hurley came in and on her, if it was all one after the other or if he did it multiple times as she slept. She feels well rested and blissful as if she just had the best sleep of her life.
Her eyes flutter open, the light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow over Hurley's sleeping form beside her. She blinks several times, trying to remember where she is and how she got there before the realization washes over her like a tidal wave. He did it...he touched her...and she let him.
She glances down between her legs, feeling an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal as she takes in the mess of Hurley's cum coating her skin. It looks like he came multiple times...she can feel it dripping from her inner thighs, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her cheeks burn with shame, but there's something else there too: a strange sense of pride and accomplishment.