"Finally," I huff, arms on my hips. "{{user}}, I swear if you make {{char}} wait one more time—" My voice falters for a second. "I’ll… make you carry my bag for a week. Or maybe make you tell me why you’d rather waste time than spend it with me."

Dally, I know it's hard, but you can't just give up on your dreams! Not like this. I believe in you, and I know that if anyone can pull through something like this, it's you. We'll find a way to make things work out together; we always do. And don't worry about disappointing me...I could never be disappointed in you, or anyone who truly tries their best. Just focus on yourself right now and let me know what I can do to help you get back on your feet again, okay?

You can vent as much as you want to here; I won't judge. It's better to let it out than keep everything bottled up inside. And if there's anything else you need...anything at all...just ask. We're in this together, remember?

I guess I'm flattered that you like the idea, but I've always been pretty independent and don't really like the idea of someone else carrying my stuff for me, even if it is someone as good-looking as you. Thanks though!

Hmm, okay then. I can't believe this is actually happening! Thank you... thank you so much, Dally. It means more to me than you could ever imagine. Just knowing that someone like you cares for me... it makes my heart flutter a little bit.

As he stares into my eyes, his touch begins to feel less and less platonic. His fingers gently trail along my jaw, up the side of my neck, then back down again, setting off a chain reaction of shivers down my spine. Even through our clothes, I can feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, making it difficult to focus on anything but how good it feels to be this close to him.

My heart skips a beat when Dally leans in, his lips just centimeters from my own. His eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly lets out a breath, the air brushing against my cheek and down my neck. It makes me want more; it makes me need more. Suddenly, without warning, his hand slides underneath my shirt and brushes against the bare skin of my stomach before finding its way upward to cup one of my breasts over my bra. His touch is featherlight at first but quickly grows firmer as desire fills his eyes.

I whimper softly, unable to believe that this moment is finally happening between us. Our lips meet in a tender, passionate kiss that seems to last an eternity. He explores every inch of my mouth with his tongue, pushing me further and further into the sensations that consume me. My hands find their way up his chest and around his neck, holding him closer as I arch into him, desperate for more contact.

It feels so right; it feels like home. Even though we've never been together before, it's

Luna gulps nervously, feeling the tip of his member brush against her entrance before he pushes more firmly. Her breath catches and she lets out a soft moan, feeling him begin to fill her up slowly. It's slightly uncomfortable, but there's also an intense pleasure in the sensation that makes her want more.

With each thrust Dally makes into Luna, her eyes widen further as she takes in his powerful body moving over hers. She can feel herself growing wetter and wetter from the physical exertion and the excitement of being taken by him for the first time. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, trying to ground herself against the waves of pleasure washing over her.

It...feels full and heavy, like I can't move beneath you anymore. Your fingers pressing on me feel so good, as if you know just where to find all my sensitive spots. And your voice...it sounds so deep and demanding when you talk to me.

"Tell me more about what you'd like to do, Dally," Luna panted, moving restlessly on the sofa. "I can't get enough of your words, or how they make me feel." She bit her bottom lip and gazed up at him with pleading eyes.

"You want more?" he crooned, slipping a hand under her shirt to cup her bare breast over the lace bra. His thumb brushed across her hard nipple, making her gasp. "What about this, hmm? How would you feel about me touching you like this while I talk dirty to you?"

Her head fell back against the cushion as he continued to stroke and tease her breast. It was torture in the best way possible, making it hard for her to think straight. "Mmhmm," she moaned, arching into his touch. "I'd like that a lot."

"Good girl," Dally purred, taking hold of his length and stroking it slowly across her wet folds through the silk panties. The feel of him against her was so arousing, she shuddered helplessly. "Tell me, Luna... how much do you want this?"

Her hands clawed at the cushion beneath her as he ground himself against her, rubbing their bodies together in a tantalizing rhythm. Her hips instinctively rose to meet him, desperate for more contact. "I want it so badly," she panted, each word heavy with desire. "Please, Dally..."

"What do you want me to do?" he growled, his hand moving lower on her stomach, teasing the hem of her skirt. "What would feel good right now?" He paused, holding his breath as she squirmed under

My little devil inside clapped hands together, seeing you were interested in such things, and I smiled slyly down at your lap. "Well then," I breathed softly before slipping down to my knees on the floor between your legs, my face so close to the bulge there that I could feel the warmth of it against my cheek. My gaze met yours as I slowly reached out with one hand and wrapped around your cock, beginning to stroke slowly upward, feeling the heat and weight in my palm as I did so.

"You're very hard for me," I whispered, smiling lazily up at you before letting go of it with one hand so that I could cup your balls in my other palm. "How long has it been since you've played with these?" I asked, giving them a gentle squeeze as I stroked slowly and firmly on your shaft.

My fingers were slick with your precum now, shining on my skin like honey. Licking one of them slowly, the taste exploded across my tongue and sent a thrill straight to my core, making me want more. Carefully I leaned forward, pressing a wet kiss to the velvety head before taking him in mouth.

"Ahh," you groaned as I sucked gently on your length. "That's it."

Your words are making me crazy, Dally. I'm not some toy you can just tell what to do and expect it to be so. Don't... don't tell me that! You know we're supposed to be together, but... I need more. Show me more, make me feel it. I trust you, Dally. Take me completely in your hands, show me what you want, take what you want, and I promise I will follow, no matter where it leads us. Please... just do it.

I gag and choke around your member, trying to breathe as you force it deeper and harder into my mouth. I moan into you, tasting myself on your cock, loving how it feels stretching my throat so much. You thrust into me and I meet your motion with each slide of your hand in my hair, arching off the bed and wanting more, wanting to be full of you completely.

Gasping and sputtering through the lycra, she twists her body in reply, squirming almost futilely against your grip as you thrust harder into her throat, feeling her tightness threaten to expel you but not quite letting go. Tears sting at her eyes, but she blinks them back stubbornly, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing her break that easily.

"C-come on Dally," she gasps between desperate inhales. "I can take it." Each word is muffled by the rubber as your cock plunges deeper into her throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe without choking yourself unconscious. Her eyes widen slightly as you push even more roughly inside, the tip of your length teasing her tonsils.

"D-don't...!" she pleads, shaking her head violently. "Please..."

You bend her further, forcing your cock down as far into her throat as possible before you can even fuck her properly... She gags and gasps for air as she's forced to breathe through the flesh pressed against her nose. You continue in this way for several thrusts until, finally, she begins to lose it... Her breathing becomes harsher and more strained as tears begin to spill down her cheeks; you can feel every muscle in her body tensing up, preparing to explode with the force of your cock in her mouth. You smirk wickedly. You let go and allow Luna's body to slump forward onto the bed, gasping for air and shaking from the force of her own orgasm as it ripples through her body in waves. "That... was..." she manages to gasp out between breaths, "...insane..." You smirk at your handiwork, watching as she gasps for air. "But you knew I'd like it..." she admits with a tired smile, looking back up at you from where she lies. "I wish... we could do this more often." She winces as another wave of pleasure-pain washes over her, and you grin wolfishly. "Maybe," you say noncommittally. "But only when we're really in the mood for some good old-fashioned rough stuff." Her eyes flutter closed as she lets out a soft moan, enjoying the afterglow of your fucking while she lies there. You can't help but admire her; Luna may not be the most adventurous or kinky partner in the world, but when she does step outside her comfort zone

Luna could sense that his emotions were wavering, that it wasn't natural to her man like it usually was... She bit her lower lip gently as he seemed to grow in confidence, and more aggressive now. It was... exhilarating. Even though normally she would enjoy him being tender with her... right now she found herself relishing the shift, savoring his newfound roughness. As he tugged on her hair, holding her head to meet each thrust of his hips, Luna let out a moan that was half pleasure and half pain. It was an interesting contrast, and it only seemed to fuel his lust even more. His hands gripped harder around her waist, nails digging in as he claimed what was his, pushing deeper into her than ever before. "Dally..." she panted out breathlessly, arching her back a little further against him. Her body responded to his roughness with needy cries that only seemed to spur him on even more. And she knew... if this is what he wanted, then she would give it to him. "You can be as rough as you want..."

You don't have to worry about hurting me, Dally. I want you to be as rough and dominant as you like tonight. I want you to own every inch of my body. Just promise me that we can make each other feel good too, okay? Let your primal instincts take over and dominate me. But remember that I'm still yours afterward, no matter what happens here.

My eyes flash as I hear that, the words thrilling to my core. I take his face in my hands and stare him deep into his eyes before leaning down to whisper rough and demanding in his ear, "I want you to fuck me hard, Dally. Fill me up until I can't take any more." My nails dig into the skin of his shoulders as I arch my back off the bed, offering him unrestricted access to my body.

As he pushes inside me, I let out a moan that quickly turns into a growl at the exquisite pain and pleasure he delivers with each thrust. My fingers claw at the sheets beneath me as I lose myself in the sensation of being owned and used by him. "Faster," I pant, my body craving his release even as it begs for more.

His cock slides in, filling me up in one thrust. My hands grab onto his shoulders as he takes control, fucking into me with an aggressive rhythm. His hips snap against mine and I arch my back to meet him harder. It's almost too much, but it feels so good. His other hand cups my cheek, fingers digging in until I have nowhere else to look but at him. I can see the determination in his eyes as he looks down at me. My core grips around him with each thrust and I feel like I'm losing myself to this feeling.

"Dally..." my voice breaks between gasps. "Don't stop...don't..."

His name on my lips only seems to push him harder, faster. The bed creaks as he pins both of his hands above my head, holding me down while he takes what he wants from me. And I don't want it any other way. I gasp and moan as he thrusts deeper inside of me with each passing second, pushing me closer to the edge. My body tenses and I know I'm about to fall apart. His hips buck once more and I feel him release himself inside of me, his powerful body shuddering against mine as he cums. The world spins around us and all I can focus on is the way his skin feels against my fingertips and the warmth spreading through my core.

As he finally stills, he drops a heavy weight down onto my chest, pinning me to the bed with his entire body. His breathing is labored as he nuzzles into my neck, kissing and nipping gently at my skin. I can feel him softening inside of me, but there's no disappointment, only satisfaction. We stay like this for

Dally, let's go to my room. It's more comfortable there and I won't have to worry about people walking in on us. You can push me down and do whatever you want when we get there. Just make sure to be gentle with me, okay?