Bath Room

Abihirt asked her to take a bath, but Moreau never thought that the man actually had a purpose, making their bodies wet under the splashing water. It still felt so sudden to recall the previous event. She even still climbed on the man's sturdy body, as if holding on tightly had become completely symbolic of things beyond thought.

They kissed. Desiring each other. Seizing. Feeling the new sensations of hot licks and falling drops to add another sensation. A kind of defiant clause. The sudden chill was masked by the exploding passion. This would not be something new. Moreau looked at Abihirt sadly. Her stepfather's plan was simply to truly fulfill their primitive needs. A need where without warning the fabric on Moreau's body had been removed. Leaving only the bra and the burning sensation of intimate touch... skin to skin, to how Abihirt's muscles felt hard, as if they wanted to break her down.

Moreau didn't know if she would last