Surviving

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Avrielle of Kuri Clan
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The villages and main towns of Gorrenly Proper were still occasionally scattered with competing gypsy clans. The Mountain Clans especially enjoyed plentiful seasons in the summer months, the fairer, often ginger haired folk sharing their skills and entertainment arts with the darker complected, ''more civilized'' folk of the busy towns in the valleys. The Kuri Clan's Circus and Medicine Show was no exception. They made their way down from the Mountains to entertain and make profit every spring and never returned to their origins until the first frost in mid autumn...

No one in the Kuri clan seemed to understand Avrielle's reluctance to marry her cousin Zahan. Not only was he her cousin and someone she recalled sitting around great-grandfather's chair with the rest of her siblings and cousins, all familial and cozy, during clan storytimes when she was a small child which struck her as a wrong association to have with someone meant to share a bed with, he also was much older than her. She was only sixteen when the requests for her hand had begun and by age eighteen the requests had become demands. Now, it became quite apparent that the whole clan was against her. After the death of her parents she and her siblings were cared for by the clan as a whole and the clan's circus proceeds went for the needs of the orphaned youngsters in their upbringing...Whatever the clan decided was law as far as Avrielle and her five siblings were concerned. She was finally told by the clan elders that she HAD to marry Zahan or else she was no longer welcome under their protection, guidance or financial support and they would fire her from her job in both the acrobatics show and the potions brewing tent. It was with a heavy heart, much resentment for old ways, and nothing but the pack of belongings on her back that the petite one with the temper as fiery as her hair left the only family she could ever remember.

She'd been on her own for a little over a month before she realized that the world outside of her culture was cruel and sexist. No one would hire her anywhere and her potions were only considered valuable when attached to her family's crest which she could no longer use...She was humiliated to find herself begging on the street of the town's centre and finding places to sleep high up in trees where the other homeless had trouble finding her to attack or molest. Avrielle was beyond the end of her rope when her usually horrible task of begging was made even worse by a thunderstorm sending people scattering everywhere and mud flying up in their scurrying away enough to soak the poor young woman to the bone. Unaware she was being observed by a stranger nearby, she broke down and wept.

 

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He'd been walking all night, as he usually did, just thinking. He enjoyed these evenings, raining, the moon hidden behind heavy cloud cover, just the sound of the drops hitting the streets, his umbrella, and the solid knock of his leather shoes. Nobody outside, just himself, no files, no clients, and no deadlines. He was generally a social man, but since his widowering he'd found his solitary evenings were a bit uncomfortable. To deal with this, he'd decided to simply walk them off, and enjoy what random conversations started in the street.

Tonight there wasn't a soul around, and he really wasn't surprised. It only rained two months out of the year here, and every year people seemed caught off guard, rushing from doors to awnings while he stepped comfortably.

As he saw a couple rushing by, he heard the man say something under his breath. The man might have meant him, but it was hard to tell what he said. When his head turned back to his front, he noticed a dark form next to an alley. Approaching, he saw that it was a crying girl. There was noone else on the street, and so he stepped up to her, in case she needed help.

"Are you... okay?" He watched as her eyes raised to meet his. He stammered a moment, noticing that she was fairly young and pretty. He asked if she was hurt, or perhaps lost.

"Please sir, help me, I haven't eaten for two days..."

Her voice was weak, and she held out a hand for anything he might provide. He looked up and down the street, then down at her again. She looked at him expectantly, on the verge of tears. He could have given her change or food, but she was such a young, vulnerable, innocent looking girl. And so pretty. He couldn't leave her here like this.

Reaching down and gingerly taking her hand, he tried not to scare her, to no avail. She still looked frightened. He wanted to help her, but as he looked into her eyes, her beauty almost stopped it. A guilty part of him wanted her.

"What's your name, girl? Mine is Travis Tellmore."

"It's Avrielle, from..."

He could tell she was about to weep. She wasn't well off, even delirious. He told her that she was going to have a hot meal, a bed and bath. She looked at him with worried eyes, and he could tell she was thinking it over. He simply held out his arm, and she held it, leaning in.

He didn't ask, but she told him in broken sobs about the Kuris, how she'd been an acrobat, and a potion brewer, and how she'd loved it. Eventually she composed herself enough to tell him about Zahan, about how confusing it all was, how frightening it was. He was shocked, but said nothing, except to tell her she'd be sleeping in a bed with a full stomach tonight.

She was quiet the rest of the way, and when they got there, she said again nothing as he sat her in the dining room, prepared and served her a proper meal, leaving her bag at the entrance. Travis had a cook during the day because of how busy he was working from home, but he still knew how to take care of himself, and others. She ate it quickly, drinking water eagerly to push it deep into her body. She was rejuvinating, and her shaking had slowed, but it hadn't stopped. When she was finished eating, he fetched a blanket from the next room. Taking her delicate hand to stand her up, he put the blanket around her. She leaned into him, her arms inside, and he held her. She wept softly for a moment as he tried to warm her.

Still saying nothing, he led her up the stairs, a gentlemanly hand on her back the whole time. He wondered if it was appropriate, but when he looked at her pretty face and fiery red mess of hair, he didn't care.

He ran a bath, showing her the heated water tap. It filled the tub about halfway, and she turned to him, dropping the blanket, putting a hand on his chest. She smiled, looking into his eyes, then turned back to the bath.

She immediately took off her clothes, right in front of him, peeling them down as fast as she could. He tried not to look, but she looked back at him nonchalantly for a moment, and kept stripping. He looked, eyebrows raised, not sure if he should say anything. Her body was much fitter than he'd imagined, even knowing she was an acrobat. He found himself becoming very aroused but saying nothing. When she was naked, from head to toe, she slipped under the hot water and stretched, pushing out her beautiful firm breasts, arching her back. His mouth hung open slightly as she opened her eyes, looking at him in contentment. He hesitated a moment, looking back at her before going to prepare a bed. She drained and run the bath once more an hour later, and it was for the best. If she hadn't eaten in two days, he doubted she'd washed.

He set her bag by the bathroom door so she would find it, then opened the door to her room. It was at the top of the stairs; his was across from the bathroom. She opened the door a moment to take the bag, then closed it. She stayed in there a long time, and it was late, so he went to bed. He slept lightly, woke a bit later, thinking it was the storm. But he felt a warmness radiating next to him, familiar but odd, and as he turned, he realized that she'd taken to his bed instead.

Up close like this, sleeping, she was so lovely. He caressed her face, and felt guilty that he wanted her, but he couldn't resist lifting the sheet to see her body, those young breasts pressed against her clothes. His jaw dropped and my head spun when he saw the truth, that she wore no clothes at all, hers being all soaked.

She stirred and he felt himself drawn closer, his manhood thickening. He'd missed having a woman in my bed for years, and now, this beautiful young lady was nude, laying right beside him. His conscience screamed 'no', but he couldn't help himself. He put an arm around her, pulling her closer, his hand roaming up and down her side, feeling her soft hips, her supple thighs, her bottom, even her pelvis. He let his fingers brush over her mound, and again his jaw dropped when he found it slick, and totally shaved. She must have used his razor.

She started to stir more, and despite the panic, he was unable to resist. He opened her legs and moved between them as she woke up. She looked at him, a mix of confusion and panic in her eyes. He pulled up her legs and she started to squirm, trying to get away. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away, resisting. He was too enveloped in lust to stop though, and he held her down. She kept resisting slightly, half heartedly, having little moments when she looked up and almost submitted.

Eventually he just slapped her, not too hard, and she stopped. He kissed her, and this time, she gave in. After the kiss, she just looked at him, wide eyed and vulnerable. When she spoke, it was quiet and timid.

"I've never... please, don't... I'm a virgin!"

He pulled off his boxers, now was naked with her. He held her down by the wrists, realizing they were only a little bigger around than his cock. She could feel its hard length sliding up and down in her gooey little slit, getting ready to slip inside.

"I'm not going to sleep until you satisfy me," he said firmly as his frenulum stroked her clit. "One way or another."

He kept fucking her clit, holding her wrists down, hoping she would snap and start begging to be penetrated. It had always worked with his wife, bless her soul. But then, she had many other ways of placating his 'appetites', and he'd never had to force himself upon her like this.

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OOC: Nice post. But, do you even need me? You've written all my reactions and even put words into my mouth. I suppose we could take it from here from now on but don't do that again or I won't write with you. RP has a code of behavior and that was very bad manners. I'd like writing for myself from now on, thank you.

 

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Avrielle had been happy for the first time in months. This kind gentleman offered her a warm meal, a bath, a bed...He was good looking too, in a darker complected Valley-dweller sort of way. It warmed her in places she still found confusing to feel warm to imagine his smile directed at her in other ways, not just over a meal or the handing over of a bar of soap but what he might look like if he were smiling at her with no shirt on, his toned body bared to her hungry, curious eyes...The idea made her ashamed the moment she thought it, and she had to stop her fingers from their roaming over her sex while she bathed and thought of the kind stranger who'd taken her in. Oh dear! What would he think of her childish crush if he only knew!? No. She told herself she was only feeling this way because it had been so long since anyone had been even a little kind to her and she was feeling grateful in such depth her body was becoming confused.

In her clan's sleeping tents no one slept in beds like the one he had presented her with. She looked at it and it seemed so high off of the ground, Mother Earth's welcoming breast, and so very lonely. She was used to body heat to warm her, several siblings or cousins sharing a straw matress on the moss and dirt floor. Valley dwellers were an odd sort, though...No. Avrielle was still too lonely and chilled to feel right sleeping alone. She hoped Mister wouldn't mind her joining him in his bed.

She would have asked him but couldn't find him when she looked for him in his rather large dwelling. So, she laid herself down on the surprisingly soft bed and was asleep before she could finish listening for his presence...

...It was the feel of hot breath on her neck which roused her, and then almost at the same time, hands roaming her bare flesh, at first softly, tentatively, and then more roughly, with an urgence she knew she couldn't possibly be imagining or dreaming. She moaned and tried to squirm away but panic made her eyes pop open and her whole body stiffen when she felt a warm body move between her legs, forcing her to open them. She wanted to scream for him to stop but no sound came to her throat in time to utter more than a whimper as she fought harder now. Mister kind stranger was a whole new creature now, a strangely ferocious predator with one goal in mind. She could see the fire in his eyes as he slapped her and watched her realize it too, she would be his prey. He'd take her no matter what she said or did to try to stop him. Was this to be the cost of a little comfort?

His kiss was firm and demanding. She didn't know how at first but followed his lead and learned quickly what his mouth wanted of hers. Once she gave in it seemed he was more gentle. Almost the man she had liked at first now returned except for one huge difference. That difference was between her thighs, hard, warm, pulsing, and pressing repeatedly against the very small secret all women hid. He was teasing her pearl of pleasure with his cock's head as he coaxed a kiss from her and Avrielle found herself in the guilty conundrum of both enjoying the sensations she felt and rebelling against them because it was all happening too quickly and against her wishes. A tear escape her green-blue eyes as she stared up at him and begged him to relent. "I've never... please, don't... I'm a virgin!" she tried to explain, hoping he'd realize how important this fact was. One thrust and he'd ruin her. In her culture she'd never be wed or be allowed to bear children with any family crest if she were found to have lost her virginity out of wedlock. No one would want her. She'd live alone for the rest of her days even more an outcast than she already was for refusing her cousin's hand. There would never be any turning back.

Her eyes expressed the importance of this to him silently with a sob and her soft plea. She was humiliated that her slick sex was telling this man's stiff and swelled organ the exact opposite. She cursed her body for conspiring against her!

His response was not what she'd expected from someone who'd been so warm and kind earlier. "I'm not going to sleep until you satisfy me," he said firmly as his frenulum stroked her clit. "One way or another."

Avrielle broke into real sobs now but her legs opened slightly wider and she could feel him finding her entrance with his finger, mumbling through clenched teeth that she was incredibly tight and this might hurt. This only increased her sobbing. "Isn't there any way to make it easier?" she asked. "I'm sorry if we've misunderstood each other. I never came to your bed wanting...wanting sex, Mister, please! I'll clean for you, I'll cook...I'll teach you to make healing potions...don't do this!" she begged once more.

 

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It amazed him how quickly this was happening. He was doing all this in the spur of the moment, based on his repressed passions. As he pressed his finger slightly into her, feeling it get tighter the deeper he went. He was operating from instinct, wanting to go deeper, feeling her juices more and more on his knuckles.

As she begged him, he didn't hear all the words exactly, but knew exactly the meanings. She spoke of cooking and cleaning, and he remembered the last time a woman said something like this. When he'd bought this house, a long time ago.

It suddenly dawned upon him that she may be in over her head here, that this innocent girl wasn't sure how to react. It made him lust for her even more, but with restraint; she was a delicate being, and the idea of hurting her that much really wasn't appealing.

Part of him drove forward, and he kept touching her secret place. She seemed to resist somewhat, but he kept going. He didn't press his finger all the way in yet, but he was sure that soon he could if he tried. He took his cock in his left hand, stroking it over the girl, watching her.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," he said quietly, in a low voice, rubbing his finger in slow, wet circles around her swollen clit.

"This is why," he said, nodding to his own masturbation over her.
"It will happen again if I catch you naked in my bed. You're too beautiful, young lady, for it not to happen. I'm not angry with you, but I'm going to insist you take care of it. I don't need to put it inside you, but if you want to sleep with me tonight, I need relief. I can show you another way, and if you get too excited to sleep as well, I'll know just what to do for you."

His fingers quickened on her, as he remembered for the first time in years what a woman felt like, and how she liked to be felt. He could feel his balls tightening against his member as he stroked, just the sight of this young lady naked in his bed nearly enough, but he wanted so much more. He wondered if he would even make it to that.

He'd promised himself to never marry, never to sleep with another woman. But here, now, that part of him was coming out, like a starved beast.

 

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As he slipped a second finger into the slowly suppliant wet slit she winced but soon the feeling of his rubbing and stroking inside places she never knew could feel such confusing heat and pleasure Avrielle opened her eyes and stared into his, hearing his explanation of his bed rules.

Her plump lower lip trembled as her innocent mind raced to think of what it could mean to satisfy a man's carnal hunger without damage to her virginity. "A-a-another way?" she asked. "Will that hurt?" she asked, her curiosity beginning to overtake her fear.

 

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OOC: hello?

 

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OOC: Are you no longer interested?

 

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His finger slid up a little, inside, pressing lightly against her cervix. He didn't want to break it, but still felt the need to touch it, having come this far. His head swam and he pulled it back, lightly playing with her, letting his fingers glide over her slit, softly brushing over her wet nub over and over.

He couldn't help himself, pressing his fully hard tip against her little labia. He felt himself pushing slightly, feeilng her lips part, but he forced himself off of her, a tear rolling from his eye. He'd been repressing that part of himself for years, and it was almost physically painful to put it away again.

"Wrap your hand around me," he said softly, sitting up against the headboard, her breath on his skin driving him like a beast. "Do what my hand was doing."

He hoped that he could be satisfied with just her hand.

 

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Avrielle was shaking uncontrollably now from all the fear she'd just survived. She rolled onto her belly, rising up onto an elbow as she tried to take a deep breath and let it out to calm herself a little. She had been crying so hard she was hiccupping. Her free hand reached for his hardness and massaged it, stroking as he told her to. Her face lowered to look at nothing but his thigh. She didn't want to see the expression on his face as she did this. Her crush on him had changed into pure fear in the moment. But, at least this was less intrusive to her and she was able to calm down.

 

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He closed his eyes in guilt and pleasure, trying to concentrate on the sensations. He stayed quiet for a while and waited for the impending orgasm, but it took quite a bit. His instructions were less clear as he went on, unable to think.

He could feel her breath, and couldn't stop thinking about her mouth sliding down over his length, the whole time. He couldn't ask her to do that, to use her mouth, could he?

"Make me wetter," his breath rasped out. "Lick me; make it slick. Then it will be over. Please!"

A tear welled in his eye as he thought about her innocence; he knew she was afraid, but he couldn't stop now, so close to cumming. Finally he'd being able to sleep with such a little beauty beside him.

Her lips were soft and plump in the moonlight, and his head swam as he realized the extent of his request. He just hoped he could stop it there.

 

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Avrielle shook her head. "No. I don't want to. You told me my hand would suffice, Sir Travis..." her hand squeezed harder around his shaft, pumping more quickly now in her desperation to save her mouth the imposition. "I'm so tired....You've made me so sorry I didn't go to sleep in the bed you'd offered me. If I make your hardness go away you'll let me sleep? But, look, my hand is working...I can see you twitching."

 

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Indeed, it was working. I looked down into her innocent eyes as she stroked me.

"I only want you to make me wet, just a few licks, but I understand. I didn't mean to scare you."

She looked at me with big eyes, and I sighed, not pressing it. I felt myself jump a little as she kept stroking, a little higher up. I knew that after my first one or two spurts, I would be plenty wet. I was tempted to just take her, make her a woman, but my guilt got the better of me.

"Either way... please, don't stop until I say so. We can sleep when it is done."

 

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Indeed, it was working. I looked down into her innocent eyes as she stroked me.

"I only want you to make me wet, just a few licks, but I understand. I didn't mean to scare you."

She looked at me with big eyes, and I sighed, not pressing it. I felt myself jump a little as she kept stroking, a little higher up. I knew that after my first one or two spurts, I would be plenty wet. I was tempted to just take her, make her a woman, but my guilt got the better of me.

"Either way... please, don't stop until I say so. We can sleep when it is done."

 

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Avrielle pumped her hand harder now, she licked her lips, considering what he'd said but decided against it. Not like this...maybe in another time and place if he ever seemed kind and not scary to her again.

His cock was slippery now from it's weeping on itself. As it plumped and twitched she wondered what was about to happen but dared not take her hand away...and then it spewed hot, white stuff all over her chest and neck, some got onto her face and on her lip...She licked it unconsciously and tasted his essence, and saltiness...it was strange but not nasty like she'd worried it would be. Avrielle stopped moving, shocked into freezing, she looked up at him blinking in confusion.

 

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He looked down at her, wondering why she'd stopped, and saw her innocent expression, the cum across her face, neck and young breasts. Travis' head nearly exploded for a moment in forbidden carnality, knowing that she may have never heard of this. His wife had been a virgin on their wedding night, but she still knew the inner workings of a man conceptually. This girl was so innocent.

One hand caught her damp chin under a finger, while the other grabbed her fist and kept stroking. He knew that recovery time hadn't been an issue since he'd turned 24, and after that first little half orgasm, he was ready to fully spend himself. And sure; why not enjoy it?

"I'm almost done, just ten or fifteen seconds left," he said softly, but excitedly. "But while I can still speak, I'd like to ask, did you know about milking men?"

He felt his torso twich, almost guilty that he'd asked, but so turned on by the idea.

 

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Avrielle shook her head at the question, "I...I don't know." she simply whispered, wiping her face with the back of her free hand while the other, still wrapped in Travis's larger one, worked on finishing his climax. She hoped he'd get tired soon. This was all moving so fast, too fast for her. She needed time to process and weigh in her mind whether or not this fiasco was worth staying in this man's home or taking her chances back on the streets again. Her mind needed recovery time he just wasn't giving her.

 

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As he fired off the last three, he shook, his eyes and jaw clenched shut, for a moment more intense than the first jets. When it was done he caught his breath, looking down, encouraging her to wipe her hands on him.

"Dear, dear Avrielle," he said, leaning back, confusion in his mind. "You're a darling and you must think me a monster by now. We should sleep."

A tear formed in his eye, but he wiped it away, rolling toward her. He really wasn't sure if he could avoid temptation completely, though perhaps if he cleared himself of 'vigor' before bed, it was possible. Even so, part of him knew that she would only become more appealing as he grew to know her. It was frightening to think about.

 

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Avrielle whispered a nighttime farewell to him in her native language before turning her back to him, going to sleep would be difficult until she was sure he was asleep after all of this.

His arm felt heavy on her and she waited, stiff and alert, until he began to softly snore. It felt like forever until sleep came and carried her blissfully away from all of her troubles for a temporary holiday in her mind. When dawn broke she was alone in the bed. She rose and groggily looked around for where Travis could be. She hoped he was not always so demanding as he had been in the night. He seemed so kind and wonderful the day before. Had that been an act?

 

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He felt bad leaving her there, but then he felt bad waking her too. He left her some fruit, a sandwich under a napkin, and a pitcher of lemonade with a glass. As he'd hoped, he had only short work to do, so he went back right away.

He wondered if she would still be in bed, if she'd found the breakfast, if she'd found the library, or if she may have left. He had a strange twinge in his stomach, wanting to protect her, but knowing it was himself he had to protect her from. Part of him hoped she'd fled, and another part, more strong, wanted her to be safe and smiling. Another part of him wanted to fuck her, but that was... well, not yet to be, if at all. Right now, he just wanted to make sure she didn't hate him.

As he reached home, his thoughts bottlenecked, going in to see how she was, or wasn't.

 

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Avrielle had eaten the sandwich quickly and had saved the fruit for later but she'd found his cooking room and in it the cupboards and cold box where he kept the rest of his food storage and she felt secure enough to make herself lunch at mid day, a meal with rice and fish and a sauce she'd made from various spices in his cupboard, quite nice, and she'd saved the rest for him to try later....later...would there BE a later? She was still rather undecided about staying and facing the very real possibility of being attacked again. But, she liked his home and somehow something in his eyes the night before made her think he really wanted to be kinder to her than he had been. He'd lost control somehow.

Checking the bedroom he'd assigned to her she inspected the door. There was no lock but it was sturdy. She decided tonight she'd stay in her own room as his culture dictated. It might save her another attack. She'd sleep in this room and barricade the door if she felt truly unsafe. It was just far too difficult out on the streets and she couldn't bear the thought of a night sleeping in a tree in the rain ever again if she could do something to avoid that. The other street urchins wanted to rape her, she knew this. She'd been attacked several times and very nearly taken down...If it was Travis who did it it wouldn't be her ideal but it would be better than one of the other wanderers out there, wouldn't it? She wondered to herself.

It made her angry that she seemed like nothing but a walking sex doll to so many people. Maybe if she felt like someone cared, if she could feel they actually knew her and listened when she spoke, she'd feel less afraid to give of herself in that way. But, she had so much to lose in it. Her clan...they'd disowned her but a strong part of her still wondered if perhaps one day she could gain their forgiveness and regain entry. If they knew she was no longer pure she'd be shunned for all time among them. Forever marked as the bad one...How could she get Travis to see her point of view in this?

She'd cleaned the home, dusted and scrubbed surfaces sparkling clean while he was away. The meals she'd prepared were covered and waited in the cold box to share. She was in the library, looking through a medical text because she could understand the confusing words better with the pictures to aide them. The Valley Dwellers used a slightly different alphabet than the Mountain Folk in their written language and it oftentimes made it difficult to read some of each others texts. Books published in the common tongue were usually only government issued documents and manifestos so Avrielle found herself spending the afternoon working on teaching herself a new language because she very much wanted to make use of all of these wonderful books. She was so engrossed in the functions of the Human Cardiovascular System that she hadn't heard the door open or Travis call out tentatively to check if she was still there.

 

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A short hail, without an answer. He took off his shoes and coat, dropped his bag, and took a look. He could see through to the kitchen in the back that she'd been through it, so he checked the upstairs. She wasn't there, wasn't in the bathroom. It was skrikingly clean, and he didn't remember having made it that way. He felt a little guilty that she'd done that and, yes, cleaned just about everything else. He supposed that was just second nature to some. He fretted a moment, then remembered the library, or study as many literates called it, and went back down.

A short knock on the wall before he entered, and he saw her there, reading a medical book, a cardiovascular anatomic. He was pleased to see she'd found something interesting to occupy herself, and that she was there at all.

"Afternoon," he said, standing in his shirt and tie under a vest. "Do you like my collection? I spend many hours reading, on all subjects and most genres."

 

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"I'm trying to teach myself to read your language. It's similar to my people's but there's enough differences to make it a challenge...I'd like to be fluent in both." Avrielle announced, rising to greet Travis. "I...I'll be sleeping in the room provided for me tonight." she warned straight away. "Unless you'd like me to leave." she said. "What happened last night was the cause of a misunderstanding between us both. I want to be clear now. No more misunderstandings...I didn't come here to...I mean to say...well...my virginity isn't something I want to negotiate. I will keep house for you, keep you company, even learn some ways to pleasure you but I can't let you try to buy my virginity with room and board. I want to actually be sure you're not thinking me a prostitute. I...want more for myself than that."

 

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"Dear, dear," I said aloud, looking at my feet and back up to her a moment. "I won't take your virginity. I'm sorry, I felt awful about last night, I was barely able to contain myself with such a surprise. I'm glad that you're taking the bed I gave you, but remember, you don't owe me anything for staying here. I simply want to see you safe. You didn't have to clean or cook, but I very much appreciate what you've already done. Usually cleaning this house is a grim reminder of things past for me. But with you here, it seems so..."

I sat down beside her, sighing to release the day's pressure.

"Please, read as much as you'd like. I can tutor you in any subject you find in my collection, and on how to read them; I've read nearly all of them myself. And if you want to find out how to pleasure me, this would be a good place to start."

I felt strange pulling that spine forward, to show where it was, because its title was 'the Art of Fellatio,' and it was fully illustrated, and technically illegal.

"But please, only if you really want to. I do not require anything of the sort from you. I want you to be comfortable here."

 

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She shyly took the book he'd lain out for her but didn't move to read it with him watching her. She tucked it under her arm with a couple of other books she intended to borrow. "If you don't mind, I would like to borrow these to read in my room later."

She then moved to glide past him to lead on to the cooking room where she could show him what she'd made. "I could heat this for you if you'd like. Or, you could save it for another time and I could make something else for supper. I don't mind cooking. Your cooking room has lots of interesting tools. " Avrielle announced with a smile.