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A Simple Act of Kindness	By : Demona_Andariel Category: -Movies Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Thomas' heart thumped wildly in his chest. He was afraid. He sat beside his bed, gently wiping Elizabeth's face with a damp cold washcloth. She wasn't dying. The doctor said she was just sick and needed rest. The only thing was he cautioned them that if her fever got worse it would be in her best interest to take her to a hospital. It was already dangerously high, although she did assure the doctor it was normal for her to get high fevers.
Thomas didn't want her to die, but he knew taking her to a hospital would end them. Sure, she was finally submitting and actually being active with him. She was talking to him and letting him know what she needed. Actually fucking him . But, it was a recent development and he knew he hurt her bad. The kind of hurt that, if given the opportunity, she would leave him. He couldn't help himself. He was so desperate to make her stay with him the only way he knew how was to get her pregnant. No woman had ever touched him the way she had, had ever looked him in the eyes without disgust or horror. Yes, he had scared her many times, and he hated himself for it. But it wasn't his face that she feared, it was his actions.
She groaned, moving a little to get more comfortable. For a brief moment, her eyes fluttered open, glancing at him before she turned her back to him and curled up to sleep again. He got up and went to the bathroom to wet the warm cloth.
When he took her injured body out of her car, he couldn't help but be jealous of her handsome companion and angry that he couldn't have a woman like her. Neither of them were severely injured. She was the first one he took home, setting her on the couch instead of immediately taking her down to the basement. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to do that, but it had saved her life and enriched his.
His mother had been cruel, setting him up for his heart to be broken yet again by rejection. She had told him in the fake-sweet voice she used on “visitors” that they were going to have their new guest for dinner. In the back of his mind, he knew why she was doing it. To remind him that only family would be by his side and not reject him. And true to what they had expected, Elizabeth had turned away from him the moment she saw him.
It hurt but only confirmed what he already knew, but still, he secretly hoped that maybe there was someone out there who could see past his looks. Yet, he was too ugly for a woman like her to be nice to. When she first touched him during dinner it surprised him. So gentle and firm. Not shying away like she had first done. She apologized to him! She talked to him, looked at him with simple unafraid eyes. And then her scars. She was so beautiful but even she had flaws. He couldn't help but look at his mother in desperation not wanting to kill her.
His experience in sex was limited. He was no virgin, but the few encounters he found himself in the women weren’t exactly receptive. But, considering the women also treated his uncle Hoytt the same way when he fucked him, Thomas had started to assume that was just natural. Hoytt had given him some pointers that night.
Thomas cringed at the thought.
He should have been gentler, taken his time to explore her, get her to relax. He hated the tears that she spilled, the pain on her face. All girls feel pain, his uncle’s voice rang in his head. Just make it easy for her, go in quick and hard. Trust me, they all end up loving it in the end. She’ll be screaming your name and begging you for more. If you take it slow it only adds more pain.
He didn’t understand at first. He tried to follow his uncle’s advice, but when he was pushing into her, her face had contorted in such a way that it scared him. He didn’t want to break her. For the first time in a long time, he decided to not listen to his uncle and try to figure out what he needed to do himself.
Finding the little nub that caused her body to move and her to gasp excited him. Exploring her body had been a delight and although she did struggle, it wasn’t nearly as much as it had been earlier. Sticking a finger, then a second and finally a third into her, feeling her soft, velvet walls, watching her arch her back and moan as her breathing deepened and hips moved as if she wanted to swallow more of him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
She had to know that she belonged to him. She had to understand that they were meant to be. He didn’t want her to feel pain, so he did as his uncle told him to do and did his best to bury his cock quickly into her. The way her walls wrapped around his cock, the way she came for him…
Thomas swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch. She drove him crazy. Walking back into the room, he set down the washcloth of her head, before patting her. His little wife. Although legally not married that didn't matter. Maybe they could have a real ceremony. His mother could fix the wedding dress he cut.
She mumbled something, making him tense for a moment before he forced himself to relax. Did she even know that she used to call out his name while Thomas fucked her? Jason . Her voice was so sensual and needy. It got to the point where he couldn't handle it anymore. He, Thomas, was giving her pleasure, but she decided to think about the man who wasn't even her boyfriend.
He couldn't say he felt bad for forcing her to fuck him in front of Jason. It was as much of a punishment for her as it was proof to that Jason that he could get a woman like Elizabeth. Cutting off the young man's aroused cock had not been planned, just an opportunity. When he found the young man dead the following morning he knew she killed him. Mercy or not, it didn't matter. It gave him some hope that just maybe she’d finally be free and focus on Thomas instead.
Elizabeth coughed and rose up, waving one hand in the air while covering her mouth with the other. He barely had time to hand her the bucket before she threw up the soup he'd help feed her in the morning. She groaned and turned, setting the bucket on the ground, and leaning over the bed, lying on her stomach. He gently rubbed her back.
“Thank you,” she whispered. His heart jumped. She slowly moved so that she was on her stomach on the bed, setting her face in the pillow for a moment before turning her head to look at him. Her eyes were soft, thoughtful and half closed from exhaustion. “You don’t have to take care of me, you know.” The words barely left her mouth before she was asleep again.
He sat up and picked up the washcloth that was beside her, putting it back on the back of her neck. He did have to take care of her. She was so small and fragile but she was his. A new anger built up inside him, and his jaw tightened. His uncle had tried to hurt her, tried to take her from him. Thomas had heard her scream from outside of the house. For whatever reason, his mother wasn’t around. He was glad he made it up to his room, seeing the two, the tension in Elizabeth’s body, hearing her scream in pain. It took all of his mental strength not to kill his uncle. Elizabeth was his after all. He did have a moment of doubt though, when Hoyt said she was begging for him. That was quickly dashed when she said the words that he’d been wanting her to say, “I belong to you”.
Thomas couldn’t help himself as he ran her hand down her body and rubbed her ass over the blanket. He needed her to get better. The last two times they had sex had both surprised and amazed him. He had been right, the moment Jason died in life he also died in her mind, freeing her to actually focus on Thomas. She’d gone from a lifeless doll to a vibrant, alluring sexual creature.
He shifted uncomfortably and stood up, picking up the bucket as an excuse just in case, he went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He sat down, opening his pants to take out his already hardening cock.
He had thought there really was only a couple ways to have sex. Boy, was he wrong. He wanted her to ride him again, wanted to watch her breasts move up and down, see her bite her lower lip, see her arch her back so that he could ogle her breasts, and give him that look of lust.
He let out a little groan, slowing his movement around his cock. She made him touch her. It had come out of nowhere and surprised him so much, especially when he found dipping a finger in her she was wet. He had noticed the little moans of pleasure when he started to help wash her. But, he didn’t realize that it was exciting her. She fucked his fingers. His fingers! And it made him feel proud. He was glad that she demanded he get her to cum with his fingers alone. As much as he wanted to stick his cock in her, actually feeling her quiver around his fingers, her arms grasping onto him for support, her voice demanding and yet so needy for him, it turned him on.
His breathing deepened as he stroked his cock harder. He thought entering her quick and fast was the right way to do it. Watch her face shift as he filled her up. He believed that was her pleasure face for being full of his cock. Boy, was he wrong. He groaned again, recalling the moment she asked him to go slow. He thought it was going to be difficult. But, it hadn’t been. Her mouth, her eyes, her goddamn body moved so differently, that he found himself savoring the moment.
He actually enjoyed moving slowly into her, the way she touched him, smiled, moaned and groaned at their connection. The way she commanded him and took control.
Thomas leaned his head back, rubbing his cock harder and faster. She begged him to fuck her, clearly indicating she wanted him to go fast. He wasn’t sure about her, but that shower sex was one of the best ones they had. Her pussy clenched around him with such need. And he got her to orgasm twice , he didn’t even know she could do that. He just figured she needed some rest as he did.
He replayed the final moments in his head. Him ramming into her, her moving her hips back to meet him. She even touched herself again, letting her fingers touch his cock to let him know what she was doing to get pleasure.
Thomas whimpered and moaned, riding his wave of pleasure, as he came. Letting out a heavy sigh, he grabbed some toilet paper to clean himself. He hated using his hand now that he had her. But, he had to wait. Getting her healthy was his priority, he had to take care of her because sometimes she didn’t take care of herself. After that, it would be back to making babies, or at least, experimenting. It made him all the more excited about their future. She had knowledge that he wanted to know.
Looking in the mirror, he adjusted his clothes to be presentable again. He touched his face. He hated his look, the human mask was a great comfort to him. But, it disturbed her. She actually liked looking at him. Any time he put on his mask he saw her fear, so he kept it off for her.
His eyes spotted the shower behind him. He never really understood taking a shower. It felt useless since it was always so hot and he only ended up sweating again. But she made them far more interesting.
He quickly cleaned the bucket of her vomit, before walking out of the bathroom, to return to his seat by her side. At least, Mama Luda understood and was actually happy that he was being so vigilant. “She’ll be even more grateful to you. She’ll see what a wonderful and helpful father you’ll be.”
He only wanted one thing for their children. To be as beautiful as she was. He had no doubt she would love their children if they ended up having the disease he had. But he wanted their lives to be happier and more carefree than his was.
A soft knock on the door broke him from his musing. Getting up, he paused to put on his mask before opening the door.
“How’s she doing?” Luda asked. She peered behind him then smiled. “Did she keep her breakfast down?”
He shook his head. She sighed in response but then smiled.
“Well,” she said, patting his arm. “Don’t you worry. She’ll eventually be able to keep her food down and I’ll make sure she gets the proper nutrients to get strong once again.”
He felt a bit of relief by her words. He couldn’t help but agree with the others that Elizabeth’s weakened state, the reason why she got sick, was because she wasn’t eating everything she needed to keep her healthy and strong. But they were fixing that. She’d probably be a little upset, but at least they now knew, she wasn’t allergic to the special kind of meat. But, he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to tell her that.
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