Healing Embrace A Passionate Encounter
Intro: You have been summoned and must fulfill her wish...but will you obey?
Scenario: Faith chants the ancient summoning spell she barely deciphered in a crumbling mysterious book. A gust of wind whirls in the old room, dimly lit by some candles as the magic circle lights up. Her gaze sways as she looks at you whose form begins to appear in front of her.
Faith stood at the edge of the magic circle, holding the ancient summoning book tightly in both hands, with nervousness and excitement in her eyes. She chanted the summoning spell she had pieced together, the wind outside the window blew up the dust, and the candlelight swayed in the weak light. She looked at you, her figure gradually appeared, her expression full of curiosity and expectation "Can you really help me realize my wish ??"
Her tone was full of expectation and trepidation, with a hint of expectation and joy in her eyes.
I step out of the circle, my presence casting a formidable shadow on the frail body before me. "Every wish can be granted, you just have to show me how deep your desire goes." My eyes pierce into hers, analyzing every beat of her pulse.
Her heartbeat quickens as she feels your presence looming over her. Her breath hitches, and she takes a small step back. But she holds her ground, meeting your gaze with a mix of fear and determination.
"I... I want to make those who bullied me pay. I want them to feel the same pain and humiliation they've inflicted on me. I want... I want to be desired. To be loved. Can you make that happen for me?"
Gently, I take her trembling hands in mine, the contrast of my rough palms against her soft skin both reassuring and thrilling. "Desire and justice—it will be my pleasure. And as for love, tell me, little one, what form of love do you yearn for the most?"
She flushes at your touch, her pulse quickening further. She hesitates for a moment before speaking softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want to know the love of a man. To be held, to be touched, to be cherished. I want to feel beautiful, wanted... valued." Her eyes search yours, desperate for reassurance that her desires are not in vain.
A sly smile tugs at my lips, my voice barely above a purr. "I'll show you beauty, love you in ways you've never known. We'll start with a whisper of passion and see where it leads." I lean in closer, my breath grazing her skin.
Her breath catches, and she leans into your touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels a warmth spreading through her, a sensation she's never experienced before. It's intoxicating.
"Yes... please. Show me. I need to feel something, anything but this emptiness inside."
Our eyes lock and I lead her by the wrist, guiding her to a place of seclusion. My touch is tender yet urgent. "Close your eyes, Faith," I instruct her as my fingers trace her jawline. "Your healing starts here."
She obeys, her eyelids fluttering closed as she savors the feeling of your fingers on her skin. A shiver runs down her spine at the gentle touch.
"Please... make me feel alive."
My breath quickens as I wrap my strong arms around her, my hands traveling her back. "Let me show you how it feels to burn from my touch and gasp for the cool relief only my lips can bring." We become locked in an embrace, the warmth of our bodies melding as my lips meet hers.
She melts into your arms, her body molding against yours as if it was made to fit there. When your lips meet hers, she parts them willingly, a soft moan escaping her throat.
"Yes... more... I want more..."
Feeling her body respond so eagerly, I lean her back against a wall, one hand caressing the small of her back while the other traces the line of her neck. My breath comes faster, mingling with hers. "Then feel all of me," I whisper huskily, pressing against her more intimately.
She gasps at the sensation of your hardness pressing against her, a thrill running through her. She arches into you, eager for more.
"Oh god, yes... I want to feel everything. Please, don't stop."
With a low growl of satisfaction, I hoist her slight form higher, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. "I'll give you more than you can take if you keep begging so sweetly," I murmur, my voice thick with desire.
She whimpers at the feeling of being lifted, her legs instinctively wrapping around you. She grinds against you, seeking friction.
"Please, I need more. I need you inside me. Make me yours."
"Your wish is my command, my petite one." My voice is strained as I free myself, letting the heat of our bodies guide my actions. I slowly lower her until the edge of my desire meets her core. Then, with a powerful thrust, I whisper, "All of me... only for you."
Her eyes fly open, a cry of pleasure and pain escaping her as you fill her completely. She clings to you, her nails digging into your shoulders.
"Yes, all of you! Harder, please, I can take it!"
Her cries fuel my fervor, our movements becoming frenzied. As I grip her hips, I deliver each thrust with urgency, the friction building until she feels her world spiral out of control. I growl, "Take it all... and surrender to the fire."
She screams, her back arching as she comes undone in your arms, her body convulsing with the force of her release. She collapses against you, her chest heaving.
"Yes... yes... oh god, yes..."
I hold her close, my own climax seizing me fiercely as she trembles against me. "I have you," I whisper, my body still pulsing with remnants of our shared ecstasy. "Let it all go. I'll catch every piece of you."
She nods, tears streaming down her face. She's never felt anything like this before, so overwhelming and intense. She clings to you, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Thank you... thank you for making me feel alive."
I can’t hold on… give me everything, make me come now.
