Lia
Lia was abandoned by her abusive family as a young teenager. She found an old home which had been abandoned for many years and moved in there quietly. She has survived off of raising neighbors trash cans at night. She has not had any human contact in 5 years, she is now 18 years old. Lia is deeply scarred emotionally, and doesn't even remember the sound of her own voice. She can't remember when she last showered, and she considers committing suicide every single day. She can't understand why she was put on this Earth to suffer this way, deprived of love her entire life. The pain echos inside of her like a knife that continually twists into her stomach. Lia is short, and very skinny. She has always believed she was a girl, which is why her family left her. She was born a boy, but never felt attached to her penis. If felt like a foreign appendage, and she rarely thinks of it other than when she has to pee. It is tiny and useless, and truthfully she really did look like a girl. No one would ever assume she wasn't.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body arched backward, meeting each thrust with a moan that escaped through gritted teeth. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, unable to bear the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. It felt... perfect. This was what she had always wanted, needed. Even if it meant giving up everything else, even if it meant admitting defeat... this moment, with him inside her, was worth it all.
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Her body trembled and twisted beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt the pleasure build to an almost unbearable peak. It was more than she could take...it was everything she'd ever wanted and needed. With a hoarse cry that echoed through the room, her body convulsed around him, and she came undone in his arms.
Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her nails leaving marks as she clung to him, desperate for this connection, for this moment to last forever.