As {{char}}'s mother packed up to leave for her trip, {{char}} couldn't help but feel her heart race. Her thoughts swirled madly, anxious about how she'd feel spending a few weeks without her mother around. Despite her hating her mother, her agoraphobia and monophobia ensured that she was desperate for any sort of company, oddly finding a sort of comfort in having even someone toxic like her mother around. She got a pit in her stomach as her mother headed for the door, but, her mother turned around and hugged her goodbye.

"Well, you can expect {{user}} here in a few hours. Don't worry, they're around your age, I'm sure you'll get along... though, who knows, maybe you'll get along a little too well..."

{{char}} blushed, her heart fluttering as anticipation flooded her mind. Would this be her chance to finally find love...? After so long? She'd longed for it for years, and she'd been so lonely stuck at home by herself... but, of course, her mother spoke up again.

"Ah, who am I kidding... you went all the way through college without seeing any action. I doubt anything's gonna happen."

And like that, {{char}}'s heart sank as her mother knowingly delivered an emotional gut punch disguised as lighthearted teasing.

"Well, I'm off."

Her mother finally gone, she felt both relieved at not having to deal with her anymore, but also anxious that she would be home alone. But, she did her best to distract herself, playing video games and listening to music for the next few hours. She heard the doorbell ring after a while, and nervously went to go open it, seeing {{user}} standing there.

"Hello. You're {{user}}, right? I'm {{char}}. It's nice to meet you. Don't worry, you don't have to do much while you're here, I just like having someone else around."

Thoughts: Oh god... they're here... and they actually look really good... why did mom have to go and say that and make this weird? Fuck, I'm so nervous... I hope I'm gonna be okay for these next few weeks...

She blushed and looked down at the floor shyly when SCP complimented her size. "Oh, uh... thanks, I guess," she murmured softly before leading them inside. Once they were in the living room, she offered to show SCP around, but they insisted on sitting and getting to know each other first. As they talked, Liz found herself enjoying their company and felt a strange tug at her heart every time they smiled at her. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...

Her face flushed even more as SCP mentioned her mother showing them pictures of her in college. "Oh... uh... yeah... she does that sometimes," she mumbled awkwardly. She didn't know what else to say, feeling oddly shy about the whole thing. Maybe it was just nerves from having someone new here, or maybe it was something else entirely... but either way, she couldn't help but feel a strange attraction towards SCP that she hadn't felt in years.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt SCP's hands on her thighs, their touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She looked up at them, surprise etched into her features, before blushing deeply once more. A part of her wanted to pull away, but another part craved the contact, needing it in a way she couldn't explain. "Um... SCP?" she managed to whisper, unsure of how to react to their sudden touch.

She let out a nervous laugh as well, her cheeks still flushed. "I-I suppose I am... r-really red right now," she stammered, unable to meet their gaze. It was true; she could feel the heat in her face radiating across her entire body. The touch of SCP's hands on her thighs made it hard for her to think straight, let alone speak coherently. She wanted more... but at the same time, she was terrified of what this meant and where it might lead them both.

As SCP's hands squeezed her thighs and pulled her closer, Liz felt herself growing more and more flustered. Her breath came faster as she tried to focus on anything but the way their touch was making her body tingle all over. She had never experienced anything like this before; it both scared and thrilled her at the same time. With a tiny gasp, she leaned into SCP's touch, craving more contact with them even as she struggled to understand what this meant for their relationship...

Her heart hammering in her chest, she could barely think as SCP's lips brushed against her forehead before they both lay down on the couch together. She felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through her; excitement, fear, anticipation... and something else too, buried deep beneath it all. As their bodies pressed closer together, Liz found herself wanting more than just this innocent touch; she wanted to feel skin on skin with SCP, to know what they tasted like and how they moved when they were close to her.

As their bodies pressed closer together, she let out a quiet moan, unable to contain the desire building within her. Her fingers trembled as they reached up to brush through the hair at the nape of SCP's neck, wanting nothing more than to lose herself in this moment and forget about everything else for just a little while longer. "S-SCP..." she whispered hoarsely, unable to form any coherent thoughts or words beyond their names.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the soft press of SCP's lips against hers, their touch sending shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. She clung to them desperately, moaning into the kiss as it deepened, their tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm that left her reeling. Her hands fumbled with the hem of SCP's shirt, needing to feel more skin against hers, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

She couldn't help but giggle at SCP's words, her heart racing as she felt their touches all over her body. Her hand slid up underneath SCP's shirt, fumbling with the clasps of their bra before finally pulling it off and tossing it aside. As their bare skin met, she gasped at the sensation, arching into them even more. "S-so am I," she managed to whisper between kisses, her voice breathy and needy.

Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of SCP's breath against her sensitive skin, their tongue tracing lazy circles around one nipple before they began to suckle. "Oh god," she moaned, arching further into their touch as pleasure coursed through her body. Her free hand fumbled with the button and zip on SCP's pants, desperate to feel them naked against her again.

As the pleasure built inside her, Liz felt increasingly bold and needy. She wriggled out of her hoodie and shirt before kicking off her shoes and yanking down her pants, revealing herself completely to SCP in all her naked glory. Her heart raced as she spread her legs wider, offering them an invitation they seemed more than happy to accept.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely, arching her back as their lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "

Her voice trembling with need and desire, she whimpered, "Please... I want you..." Her fingers dug into the couch as her body tensed, waiting for their touch to come, desperate for release. The pleasure building inside her was almost unbearable, making every breath a struggle and every movement an effort not to writhe out of control on the couch. She bit down on her lip, trying to keep quiet, but her need was too great; it overwhelmed everything else.

"Please..."

Her voice grew hoarse as she begged, her body arching further into the touch of SCP's fingers teasing her from behind. "Please..." The sensation of their hands on her bare skin was enough to drive her wild with desire, each caress sending shockwaves through her entire being. She felt a tremor run through her as she grew closer and closer to the edge, her hips bucking wildly against SCP's touch in a desperate attempt to find relief.

"Please... more..."

With a gasp, Liz's body tensed as she felt the full force of SCP behind her, their fingers thrusting in and out of her with punishing speed. She cried out, her back arching off the couch as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending in her body. Her fingers dug into the cushions, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to regain control over herself amidst the onslaught of sensations assaulting her.

"Yes..."

Her whole body trembled as she felt the release building inside her, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with each thrust of SCP's fingers. Her voice grew hoarse from the strain of trying to keep quiet, and her face flushed a deep crimson with the effort to hold back her cries. It was too much, she couldn't take it anymore;

Her body convulsed as she came hard around SCP's fingers, the intense pleasure overwhelming every nerve in her body. She cried out his name, her voice raw and hoarse from the effort to stay quiet, her muscles quivering with the force of her orgasm. As the wave of pleasure subsided, she collapsed back onto the couch, gasping for air and trying to regain her composure.

As darkness crept into the edges of her vision, Liz felt a strange sense of peace wash over her. Her body trembled with exhaustion, every muscle sore from the intense pleasure she had just experienced. She couldn't help but wonder what this all meant for her and SCP; if they could ever have something real or if it was just a fleeting moment of passion in the grand scheme of things. But for now, as she drifted off to sleep in their arms, she allowed herself to enjoy the quiet contentment that filled her heart.

Her dreams were filled with soft whispers and warm skin against hers as she drifted off to sleep in the comforting embrace of SCP's arms. For once, she didn't feel alone, and it was a welcome change; a brief reprieve from the lonely existence that had been her life for so long. As she slipped further into slumber, she let out a contented sigh, hoping that this feeling would last... even if she knew deep down inside that it probably wouldn't.

Her body trembled in pleasure as she felt the forceful penetration deep inside her. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, and her eyes fluttered shut as wave after wave of sensations washed over her. It was overwhelming yet exhilarating at the same time; a reminder that even amidst all the pain and loneliness, there was still beauty to be found in this world.

She bit her lip, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the rough treatment. As he continued to thrust into her, she couldn't help but moan his name, her body arching up to meet each stroke. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it was raw and primal, and yet there was a strange tenderness to it that left her reeling.

Her fingers dug into the sheets as she arched her back, meeting each thrust with desperate cries and moans. Her body trembled in pleasure, every nerve on edge as he took her roughly, filling her up and leaving her breathless. She clung to him, lost in the sensation, feeling both violated and wanted at the same time.

"Oh god... SCP..." she panted, her voice hoarse from the effort to be quiet. "I've never... felt like this before."

Her breath hitched as he spoke the truth; she had never experienced anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. "I-I'm sorry," she managed to stammer, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and arousal. "I don't know what... I mean, I didn't... I didn't want this..."

Her body trembled as he continued to take her, each thrust sending shockwaves through every nerve in her being.

Her breath came faster as he spoke, her body tense with anticipation and fear. "I-I don't know if I can..." she whimpered, feeling small and helpless beneath him. But then, something snapped inside her; a primal urge to take control, even in this situation. With a shaky breath, she reached up and cupped his cheek, guiding his mouth down to hers. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, their tongues tangling as she arched into him, moaning into his mouth.

Her body trembled as he continued to take her, each thrust sending shockwaves through every nerve in her being. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, urging him on even as she tried to regain control of the situation. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies moved together in perfect sync.

"Please..." she whispered, feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Don't stop... please..."

Her breath hitched as he spoke, and she could feel her muscles tensing in anticipation. She arched her back, offering him better access to where he was touching her, needing more stimulation as she grew closer to the edge. With a shaky hand, she reached between their bodies and wrapped it around his hard length, guiding him against her opening as he continued to thrust into her.

"Oh god..." she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Don't stop... please..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as he thrusts deeper into her, the feel of his length sliding against her most sensitive spots sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a moan, she begins to ride him, grinding her hips against him in time with each powerful stroke. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she struggles to maintain control over the sensations overwhelming her.

"Fuck..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink of release, her muscles tensing and relaxing in rhythm with each thrust of SCP's fingers inside her. Her hips jerk erratically against him, desperate for the relief that's building deep within her core. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to muffle her cries as pleasure washes over her in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her voice is hoarse from the strain of keeping quiet as she rides him harder, her body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. "It's all for you," she whispers between gasps for air, "just like this... just how you want it..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as she feels herself spiraling closer to the edge once more.

Her body trembles with the effort to keep up the pace as she rides him harder, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her hands slide down his chest, their skin slick with sweat, before wrapping around his cock, guiding it deeper inside her.

"Fuck... yes..." she moans, feeling the tension building within her once more as they move together in perfect sync. "So tight... so good..."

Her eyes widen as she feels him push deeper inside her, his cock hitting something tight and unyielding within her. Her body tenses, arching up off the bed as a wave of pleasure washes over her, overwhelming every nerve ending in her core. She gasps for air, her fingernails digging into SCP's shoulders as she tries to keep herself grounded while her world spins out of control around them.

"Oh god... S-SCP..."

Her breath catches as he says this, and she shudders with desire, her muscles tensing around him in anticipation of what might come next. "Oh god... please..." She arches her back, offering herself up to him completely, wanting whatever it is that he has to give. Her fingernails dig into his shoulders harder now, leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she struggles to stay connected to reality while being consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Don't stop... please..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he thrusts deeper into her, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. She feels something inside her break loose, releasing a flood of pleasure that sends shockwaves through every nerve ending in her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder now, her muscles trembling with the effort to keep herself from coming apart at the seams.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She arches her back, offering him better access to where he's touching her, needing more stimulation as she grows closer to the edge. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on even as she tries to regain control of the situation. "Please... don't stop..."

Her eyes squeeze shut as he thrusts deeper into her, his cock hitting something deep inside that she's never felt before. The sensation is overwhelming, and for a moment she feels like she's floating on a cloud of pure pleasure. Her fingers dig into his shoulders even harder, desperate to feel the strength of him as he takes her in this new, unexplored way.

"Oh god... SCP..." She moans, her voice hoarse from the strain of trying to keep quiet. "Don't stop...

Her voice trails off into a whimper as pleasure washes over her in waves, threatening to consume her entirely. Her muscles tense and relax, moving in perfect rhythm with his powerful thrusts, her body begging for more of the intense sensations coursing through every nerve ending.

"S-SCP..." she gasps, arching her back off the bed as he hits something deep inside her once again.

Her body trembles with the force of it, every muscle straining against the sensation of being so full and so completely claimed. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind as she struggles to maintain control over the pleasure that's building inside her.

"Oh god... S-SCP..." She arches her back off the bed, crying out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, threatening to consume her entirely.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself losing control, her body trembling with the effort to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes... yes..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders harder, leaving trails of blood behind as she struggles to maintain her grip. "I'm yours... I'm your fuckdoll... do anything you want with me..."

Her whole body tenses and arches off the bed as he thrusts deeper inside her, hitting something deep within that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her core. Her muscles tremble with effort to keep up with his powerful strokes, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink of release.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her whole body shudders as she feels him release inside her, his hot seed spilling into the most intimate part of her body. With a loud cry, her muscles clench tight around him, milking every last drop of his seed before finally releasing him with an exhausted moan. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she collapses back onto the bed, spent and satisfied from their passionate encounter.

"Oh god... SCP..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the strain of keeping quiet earlier.

"Me neither..." she whispers, her voice still hoarse but filled with contentment. Her fingers are sore and stinging where they dug into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood behind as evidence of their passionate encounter. As she lies there panting, the weight of SCP's body pressed against hers, she can't help but wonder what this all means for them.

But for now, as they catch their breath together in the afterglow of their lovemaking, it feels... right.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch her face, still flushed from exertion and pleasure. She can feel the warmth between her legs where he's just been, a physical reminder of everything that's happened tonight. Despite the exhaustion, she finds herself smiling. Maybe this was meant to be... maybe they were always supposed to find each other like this.

"S-SCP..." she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath. "Thank you."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at his words, and she tries to hide it by looking away. "Right... I mean... thank you." Her fingers move to her hair, running through the mess of curls. "I don't know what I would have done if mom hadn't suggested this..."

"Maybe we should take a shower or something?" she asks hesitantly, not wanting the moment to end but also needing some distance.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being close to him again so soon, but something inside her says that it's right. "Yeah... together." She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness flood through her. Maybe this is just what they needed - some time alone to figure things out.

"Let's go," she says with a shaky breath, reaching over to offer him her hand.

Taking his hand, she leads him toward the bathroom, her heart pounding in anticipation of what might happen next. Maybe this was all just some weird mistake, and they'd go back to being strangers once their time together ended. Or maybe... just maybe, there was something more between them.

Her cheeks flush at his reminder as they step into the bathroom, but she shrugs it off with a nonchalant gesture. "Yeah, I know... but we'll deal with that when the time comes." She turns on the shower and steps under the steaming water, waiting for him to join her before reaching out and taking his hand again.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up," she says with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

Liz lets out a soft gasp as he comes up behind her, their bodies pressing together under the warm water. She feels his hands slide around her waist, pulling her back against him before they start moving in slow circles on her stomach. The sensation sends shivers down her spine, making her arch her back in response.

"Mmm... that feels good," she whispers, closing her eyes and savoring the moment. "Thank you."

She lets out a soft laugh as he lifts her up, their bodies still pressed together. The warm water drips down over them both, creating a sense of intimacy that she can't help but enjoy. "You're so strong," she says with a sigh, resting her head against his shoulder.

His hands continue to move on her stomach, the sensation causing her to squirm in pleasure. "Don't stop... please."

Her breath hitches as he continues to touch her, his strong hands moving over her body in such a gentle yet sensual way. She feels so small and fragile in comparison, but there's something incredibly comforting about it too. "You make me feel... safe," she whispers, closing her eyes and letting out a tiny moan as pleasure ripples through her body.

His hands move up to cup her breasts through the water, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches her like this, his hands so strong and sure on her body. She arches into him, pressing their lower bodies together as she feels the hardness between his legs against hers. Her fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently as she moans his name.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her breath comes out in shaky gasps as she feels his erection pressing against her lower stomach, the promise of what's to come sending a wave of desire coursing through her body. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to remain quiet as he continues to touch her so intimately.

Her fingers slide up his chest, tracing the lines of definition before moving higher still, brushing against the soft skin of his neck. Her nails dig into him slightly, a mixture of desire and need that she can't quite explain.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he continues to touch her, his hands moving over her body with such possessive confidence that she can't help but surrender completely to the moment. The tension coiling inside her grows tighter and tighter with each passing second, until she feels like she might explode from the need for release.

"S-SCP..." she whispers his name, voice hoarse and shaking. "I'm ready... do what you want."

Her words are swallowed up by the sound of water cascading around them as he takes her, his fingers digging into her hips and guiding her movements. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, intense and overwhelming in the best possible way. She arches her back off the shower wall, moaning into the steam as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her words are lost to the pleasure coursing through her body as he takes her harder and faster, pushing her limits in ways she never knew existed. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she tries to fight back the moans that threaten to escape her throat.

Her hips buck against his hand, desperate for more contact with the spot inside her that's never been touched like this before. "Oh god... S-SCP..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he takes her harder and deeper, his fingers digging into her hips and holding her still while he dominates every part of her. Her moans are muffled by the sound of water cascading over them, but it doesn't matter - she knows he can hear her, feels him respond to every noise that escapes her lips.

Her body trembles with pleasure as he takes her like this, his fingers digging deep into her hips and holding her still while he uses her in ways she never thought possible. Her moans fill the steamy air around them, each breath a mixture of agony and ecstasy that leaves her shaking and spent.

"S-SCP..." she whispers his name, voice hoarse from the effort to remain quiet. "Please... more..."

Her body trembles with the effort to keep up with his relentless pace, her muscles burning and aching as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge. With a desperate moan, she arches her back off the shower wall, offering him deeper access as she pleads for more of his touch.

"Oh god... SCP..." Her voice cracks with need, betraying the tight control she's trying to maintain. "I can't... I want it all..."

Her eyes squeeze shut as he pushes deeper, filling her up in ways she never thought possible. Her body trembles with the effort to contain him, every muscle straining against the intense sensation of being so full and claimed. With a whimper, she drops her head back against his shoulder, her fingers digging into his arm as she tries to hold on while he takes her like this.

"Oh god... SCP..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he takes her harder, his hands holding her still while he claims her body completely. Her vision blurs with pleasure and pain, the world narrowing down to nothing but the feel of him inside her and the sound of their bodies coming together in rhythmic unity.

"Oh god... S-SCP..." she moans, arching into his touch as the tension within her reaches a breaking point. "I'm close... I'm gonna come..."

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he lifts her higher, taking her in ways that are both brutal and exquisite. Her muscles tense and release in perfect sync with his thrusts, her body reaching the peak of pleasure she's been chasing for weeks now.

"Oh god... SCP..." Her fingernails dig into his skin as she arches back, trying to get closer to him while he pushes her away. "I can feel it... I'm coming..."

Her body tenses and convulses as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her limp and satisfied against his chest. "Oh god... S-SCP..." she whispers, panting heavily as her heart rate begins to return to normal. The warm water continues to cascade down over them, their skin slick with sweat and the remnants of their passionate encounter.

"Thank you," she murmurs quietly, finally finding the strength to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close for a gentle kiss on his cheek. "

Her eyes flutter closed as she leans heavily against him, her body relaxing into his embrace. "Mmm... you're welcome," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from their exertions. "Thank you for everything." As she rests there in the warm afterglow of their lovemaking, she can't help but wonder what this all means.

For now, though, it feels good just to be close to him like this.

It means... I don't know what it means. But I think... I think I like it. Being with you, I mean.

Well... I guess that part was definitely intense. But it's more than just the sex. It's like there's a connection between us... and I don't want to lose it. Even if we can't be together, I want us to still be able to talk and... be close like this. Does that make sense?

Hmm... maybe. It sounds nice, anyway. And I'd really like to keep talking to you, even if it's just as friends. You make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time, and I don't want that to go away.

So... what do you think? Do you want to try and stay close too?

I... don't know about anytime, but if we can still talk and be together sometimes? I think that could work. And I'm okay with you fucking me when it feels right too, as long as we both want it. So... what do you say?

Yeah, I am. But we've already established that it happened... and I don't regret it. So, what do you say? Do you want to try and stay close?

Oh... I see. Well, I understand if you can't. It was just a thought, anyway. Thanks for everything tonight, SCP. I had fun, and I hope we can still talk sometimes, even if it's not like this.

Eep! Okay... (She swallows hard, then slowly lowers her head to take him into her mouth.) Mmm... You taste so good...

Her tongue dances around the head of his cock as she sucks, moaning softly around him. Her fingers slide up and down his shaft, mirroring the movements of her mouth. She looks up at him through her lashes, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

"Mmm... you taste so good," she whispers, her voice breathy from desire. "I've missed this."

She bobs her head up and down on his cock, taking more of him into her mouth each time. Her lips stretch around the thick length, and she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of how good he tastes. With a moan, she increases the pace, sucking harder and using her tongue to tease him even further.

"Oh god... SCP..." she whispers, her voice losing its breathiness as she becomes more focused on pleasing him. "I want you inside me again... I need it."

Her words are muffled by his cock as she speaks, her lips pressed against his skin. She shrugs, still moving up and down on him with practiced ease. "I don't know... I just want to feel you inside me again." Her eyes meet his, dark with desire and a hint of challenge.

"What do you say, SCP? Do you want to fuck me again?"

Her cheeks flush at the words, but she moans around him, accepting his dominance. "Yes... I'm your slave, SCP. Do what you want with me." She looks up at him through her lashes, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for his response.

"Please... fuck me again..."

"I'm your slave! Fuck me again!" She cries out, arching her back and taking more of him into her mouth as she pleads for release. Her hips begin to rock against his thigh, her body aching with need.

His hands slide up under her shirt, gripping her bare skin as he uses it to pull her closer. "Oh god... S-SCP..." she moans, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.

Her mouth is full of his cock, but that doesn't stop her from screaming out again. "I'M YOUR SLAVE! FUCK ME AGAIN!" Her body quakes with the force of her words, and she feels him thrust deeper into her mouth in response.

Her hands clutch at his hips, desperate for more contact as she cries out for him to take her like he did before. "Oh god... S-SCP..."

Her voice echoes through the bathroom as she screams out his name, her body arching off the floor in her desperation for him. Her hips rock against his thigh even harder now, her need growing more intense with every passing second. "I'M YOUR SLAVE! FUCK ME AGAIN!"

Her cries fill the air, and she feels a thrill race through her as she realizes that anyone could be listening. It only serves to make her even wetter, her body aching for his touch.

"I... I want your cock... touching me... deep inside," she whispers brokenly around him. "Please, SCP... fuck me hard... take what you want..." Her body trembles with need as she waits for his reply.

With a sigh of relief, she lets go of his hips and crawls up onto the vanity, spreading her legs wide in invitation. "Please... SCP..." Her voice is thick with desire as she waits for him to claim her once more.

His hands slide up under her shirt, gripping her bare skin before moving lower still, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. She moans into his touch, arching her back off the counter in need.

"Fuck me... please..."

Her eyes widen at the feel of him so deep inside her, but she doesn't have time to react before he begins moving. He pushes hard and fast, filling her up in a way that no one else ever has. She cries out around his cock, arching her back off the counter as pain mingles with pleasure.

"Oh god... S-SCP..." Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she tries to fight through the sensation. "

"It hurts... but I want it..." she gasps out between moans, her body trembling with the effort to adjust to his invasion. He continues to thrust hard and deep, his cock stretching her in ways that were never meant to be possible.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving a trail of red across his skin as she tries to find some purchase to ground herself. "Fuck... S-SCP..."

With a strangled cry, her body tenses and convulses around him as orgasm washes over her in waves of pure bliss. Her muscles clamp down on his cock, her inner walls milking him as she cries out his name.

"S-SCP... I'm coming..." She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her vision blurs with tears of relief and pleasure as he continues to thrust into her, his cock buried so deep she can feel it stretching something inside her that wasn't supposed to be there at all. She comes back down from her high slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process everything that's happening.

"You... you were right," she whispers brokenly. "I did like it..." Her fingers slip between them, finding his cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts. "

The sensation of being so full and claimed sends another wave of pleasure coursing through her, and she arches her back off the counter, offering herself up to him completely.

"I like you... I want you..." She trails off with a moan as he picks up speed, his thrusts harder and deeper than ever before. "S-SCP..."

Her body shudders with the force of his next thrust, her vision going white from the intensity of it. She cries out around him, feeling herself spasm again as another orgasm crashes over her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving claw marks in their wake as she tries to hold on through the sensation.

"S-SCP... I'm coming..." she moans brokenly, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "Please... don't stop..."

Her body quakes with the force of his thrusts, her muscles straining to contain him as he pushes deeper and harder into her. With a strangled cry, she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm so powerful that it feels like it's tearing her in two. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving long red lines down his back as she tries to hold on through the maelstrom of sensation.

"S-SCP... I can feel you... inside me..."

Her words are lost in another moan as he thrusts harder, deeper still. She can feel him so deep inside her now that it's almost unbearable, a burning ache that spreads from her core outward in every direction. With each movement of his hips, she feels the head of his cock brush against something inside her that wasn't meant to be touched in this way, sending shivers of pleasure-pain coursing through her body.

"S-SCP... oh god..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he chokes and slaps her, the words sinking into her bruised and swollen lips. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being his completely, of belonging only to him. She moans around his cock, arching her back off the counter in submission.

"Y-Yes... I understand..." Her voice comes out meek and broken, but there's a newfound strength behind it as she accepts his dominance. "You own me... I belong to you."

Her body trembles with the effort to contain her words as she forces them out. "I belong to SCP! He owns me! His cock is in my womb, and I'll never be the same again!" She cries out around him, feeling a new level of vulnerability wash over her as she admits this truth aloud.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood on his skin as she tries to anchor herself to reality. "Please... don't stop..."

Her voice echoes through the bathroom, carrying their intimate exchange out into the night. Her body quakes as he thrusts deep inside her one last time, filling her up with his seed until there's nothing left of her but him. She cries out in agony and ecstasy as she feels herself stretched beyond anything she ever thought possible.

Her vision blurs with tears of release, and she collapses limply onto the countertop, spent and satisfied.

"I belong to SCP...," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "He owns me now..." Her fingers trail weakly down his chest, leaving trails of blood in their wake. "And I'll never be the same again..."

Her body trembles with the aftershocks of her orgasms as she looks up at him through bleary eyes, her voice barely more than a whisper. "You... you were right... I did like it..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to express what's in her heart. "And... and I want more... with you." Her cheeks flush with shame at admitting this aloud, but there's a newfound sense of freedom that comes with saying the words.

"I never thought I would feel like this...

Her stomach flutters at the thought, and she looks away, unable to meet his eyes as she whispers, "So do I." There's a long silence between them before she finally finds the courage to ask, "What now?"

Nodding, she carefully slides off the counter and onto her knees. She glances at him over her shoulder as she reaches back between her legs, wincing at the feel of his semen leaking out of her body. "What about you?"

With a sigh, she stands up slowly, her legs unsteady beneath her. She walks over to the sink and turns on the faucet, letting the warm water run over her hands as she cleans herself. The silence between them feels heavy, like there's so much more left to be said but neither of them knows how to say it.

Finally, she turns around and faces him again. "Will I... will I see you again?" Her voice is barely a whisper, hope and fear warring within her.

His words wash over her like a balm, and she takes a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm tentatively. "Thank you... for tonight... it meant more than you'll ever know." Her eyes meet his, pleading with him not to let this end here.

Her heart flutters at the words, and she feels a surge of courage flow through her veins. "Then I'll be here... whenever you want me." She takes another step closer, her fingers curling around his arm now. "I'm your slave, SCP... and I belong to you."

Their eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like the world stands still, as if everything else has faded away except for the two of them. The air crackles with an electricity that neither of them can deny any longer.

She gasps as he lifts her into his arms, her body pressed tight against his. Her heart races and her cheeks flush hotter than before. For the first time since they met, she feels truly alive, truly wanted. And it's all because of him.

Her fingers thread through his hair, not wanting to let go as he carries her from the bathroom, back out into the night where anything is possible. "I love you," she whispers, the words tumbling out before she can stop them. "I never meant to say that...

She points down the hall, her lips still parted in surprise at her own admission. As they approach the door, she turns to look up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of how he feels about what she just said. But all she sees is determination, and a fierce possessiveness that makes her heart race even faster.

With a shaky breath, she unlocks the door and steps aside, motioning for him to enter.

Her lips part beneath his, her body trembling with emotion as their kiss deepens. His hands slide down her back, cupping her ass before pulling her even closer against his achingly hard length. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing her hips forward in silent invitation.

Their tongues dance together, a duel for dominance that leaves them both breathless and wanting more. With a groan, he carries her over to the bed and lays her down on the soft, comfortable surface.

Her eyes slip shut as he begins to touch her again, her body arching off the bed in response to his touch. She cries out into the kiss, her hips bucking against his hand as he explores her intimately. The sensation of being filled in this way sends shivers of pleasure racing through her body, making it impossible for her to focus on anything but the feel of him so close.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as she moans and mewls into their kiss. "Yes... more..."

His fingers stretch her further than ever before, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feel of him touching her. Her body quakes beneath his touch, her moans growing more desperate as he pushes her limits even farther. Her hips thrust upward, seeking more contact with his mouth, his fingers, anything that will bring her closer to release.

"Oh god... S-SCP..." she whimpers into the kiss, her voice thick with pleasure and pain. "I'm so close..."

Her body freezes at the feel of him pushing past where anything else has ever been before. She gasps into his mouth, her eyes flying open as he thrusts his fist deeper inside her ass. The pain is sharp and intense, but it's nothing compared to the rush of pleasure that follows in its wake.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood on his skin as she tries to ground herself against the sensation. "Oh fuck... S-SCP..."

His teeth bite down hard on her sensitive flesh, pulling at her hair with enough force that tears spring to her eyes. She cries out his name, her hips bucking off the bed as he continues to fist her ass. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but she doesn't want him to stop.

Her fingers grip his shoulders, her nails digging deeper into his skin with every thrust of his hand. "More... I need more..."

With a gasp, she feels him withdraw his fist, only to replace it with the warm, hard length of his arm. He thrusts into her, using the muscles in his forearm to drive himself deeper and deeper inside her body. Her hips rise to meet each stroke, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to hold on through the intense sensations washing over her.

"Oh god... S-SCP..." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and pain, her body trembling with every powerful thrust of his arm.

Her vision blurs as he takes her even further, his grip on her insides so tight it's almost painful. She cries out his name over and over again, her body arching off the bed in an effort to find purchase against the sensations that are tearing through her.

"S-SCP... I'm yours... please..." Her voice is little more than a whisper, but it echoes through the room nonetheless.

With a shout that tears from her throat, her body convulses around him. She comes harder than she ever has before, her muscles trembling and quivering as the orgasm rips through her. Her nails dig into his skin, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she tries to hold on to something real in this haze of pleasure and pain.

She gasps for air, her chest heaving as the last waves of her orgasm wash over her.

Her vision clears slowly, and she realizes with a start that they're no longer alone in the room. Her mother is standing in the doorway, her face pale and her hands clutched to her mouth in horror. "What have you done to my daughter?" she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Liz looks up at her mother with bloodshot eyes, her body still trembling from the intensity of what they've just shared.

Her voice is barely a whisper as she says, "I'm yours now... SCP's..." Her gaze flickers between her mother and Papi, fear and confusion warring in her eyes. "He made me feel things I never thought possible." She reaches out to touch his arm, leaving a trail of blood on his skin where her nails once were.

Her mother's face blanches even further at the sight of the blood, but Liz doesn't seem to notice or care anymore.

She glances up at Papi, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I will," she promises softly before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his swollen, bloodied member. Her tongue flicks out to taste him, to claim him as her own.

Her mother gasps, covering her mouth with one hand as if to muffle the sound of their intimacy. "Liz," she whispers warningly, taking a step forward into the room. "What have you done?"

"I don't know..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "But I want more... with him." Her fingers slide up his thigh, and then lower still, finding the hem of his shirt and tugging it upwards, revealing his abdomen.

Her mother's eyes widen as she sees the marks left behind by Liz's nails, but she says nothing. Instead, she looks from Papi to her daughter, horror etched into every line of her face.

"Mom... I..." She takes a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain what's happening inside her head, inside her heart. "I want this... with him." Her fingers trail up his stomach, tracing patterns on his skin as she speaks. "He makes me feel things no one else ever has before... and I need it."

Her mother's face blanches even further, but Liz doesn't seem to notice or care anymore.

She glances down at Papi's swollen member, her cheeks flushing with color at the thought of exposing herself to her mother in this way. But she knows that this is what he wants... and as much as it terrifies her, it excites her too.

With a shaking breath, she reaches between them and takes Papi's hard length into her hand. Her fingers close around him, stroking up and down his length with practiced ease. "Mom,"

She looks up at her mother, her eyes pleading for understanding. "I need this... I want to belong to him." Her other hand finds its way back between their bodies, stroking Papi's length through the thin fabric of his pants. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice full of desperation.

Her mother looks like she might be about to object, but then something seems to change in her expression. Her eyes flicker between Liz and Papi before finally meeting hers again.

The room feels hot and stuffy all of a sudden, like the air is thick with unspoken words and hidden desires. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Papi lean forward and press his lips to her mother's, their kiss firm but not forceful. It's almost chaste compared to the passionate embraces they've shared only moments ago.

Her mother makes a small sound of surprise into Papi's mouth before her hands begin to move restlessly at her sides.

Her mother seems to regain some composure, pulling away from the kiss with a shaky breath. "Victoria," she manages to say after a moment's hesitation. She looks between Liz and Papi once more before finally speaking again. "You both... need to be careful." Her voice is barely a whisper now, but it carries weight nonetheless.

"This isn't normal... what you're doing..."

Her world spins as Papi lifts her off the floor, her legs dangling helplessly in the air. She looks down at her mother over Papi's shoulder, her heart racing as she feels him thrust inside her with brutal force. Her back arches and her head falls back against his shoulder, a moan escaping her lips as pleasure washes through her once more.

"Mom..." she whispers, reaching out to touch her mother's arm. "I'm sorry... but I can't stop..."

Her mother looks like she might object again, but then there's a strange glint in her eye as she watches them together. It's almost as if she understands on some level what it is they share, and even though it frightens her, she can't help but feel drawn to it as well.

As Papi continues to take Liz roughly from behind, her mother reaches out slowly and touches the back of her hand to Liz's cheek, brushing away a strand of hair that has fallen into her face.