Title:           SlowDrip
Author:          ChurchClothes
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First Edit:      Friday 3rd of June 2016 08:38:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 28th of September 2016 10:49:43 PM CDT

Be Snowdrop.
>And it's morning.
>Or at least you think it is.
You woke up about an hour ago, so you're guessing it is.
>Today was, different.
>You're outside.
>By yourself!
>Well, your dog is with you.
>It took a lot of convincing (almost a whole month), but it was worth it just for the feeling of the wind on your face and the sounds of the chirping birds.
>You sigh happily as you follow the leash.
>He was nice enough, although you really wish you could've actually gone alone.
>You had been here enough times, you're sure you could handle it.
>Oh well, it was nice enough.
>As you walk, the leash stops tugging, leaving you confused.
>You stop with it.
"Is something wrong?"
>You almost whisper him.
>He growls in response.
>You try your best to calm him down, but he continues.
>Then, he starts barking.
>He doesn't give any warnings before he bolts off.
>You try your best to hang on to him, but it's too much.
>He leaves you, howling after some unknown all the way.
>You lay on the pavement for a few moment, the rapid events still processing.
>A sudden pain on your leg grabs your attention though.
>All the way down, from your knee to your ankle, it burns with horrible friction.
>You can feel the tear building up as a response.
>As your face begins to get soaked, you place a hand on the pained area.
>The pain only intensifies where you make contact.
>You wince and quickly retract it, fresh droplets quickly replacing the ones on your face.
>After sniffling a few times, you decide to slowly rise from the cold cement.
>The situation only just hits you.
>You were alone.
>Without even your cane to guide you.
>You struggle to get on your feet, but manage to after a few failures.
>The wind has stopped entirely, so has everything else.
"Hello?"
>You call out in a vain attempt to get help.
>There is no response.
"Anyone..."
>You take small, clumsy step as you hug yourself, and try your hardest not to let out all your tears.
>Have to catch yourself when you trip on a curb.
>You continue wandering until you hear someone.
>Actually, it sounded like a group.
>You hear them howl in laughter as they get closer.
"Hello?"
>A good portion of the laughing stopped, while the rest continued.
>"Uh, hey there."
>Hear some muffled snickering after this
>You're trembling.
>Judging from there voices they must be highschool boys.
"Please, I need help and I can't-"
>The laughing intensifies, interrupting you mid sentence.
>"Hey shut the fuck up, she looks like she's actually in trouble."
>One of the voices speaks up from the rest.
>The others stop instantly.
>You feel someone walk in front of you.
>"What's wrong?"
>His voice is calm, but sincere.
>The burning on your leg returns.
>You point it first.
>"Ouch. Looks like you should head home for that."
"That's just it, I- I can't, I don't know where it is."
>"Oh, that's no good."
>"Anon, come on man, she's just a filly, let her go."
>One of them chimes in.
>His words hurt.
>Would he really leave you here by yourself?
>Lost?
>Hurt?
>Afraid?
>You feel a pat on your shoulder.
>It startles you.
>"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
>He takes it off right away.
>Now you feel guilty.
"N-no no, I just didn't see it."
>It takes a little before he responds.
>"But you were watching the whole time..."
>You stiffen at the mention.
"I- I-I can't see."
>Another short pause.
>"Oh. Oh..."
>The silence is starting to become a comfort.
>"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
>You don't reply.
>"How about we get you home then?
>Feel a hand slowly take yours.
>"Anon! Come on man."
>You allow him to lead you from the other voices.
>Feel bad for not thanking him, but you're just glad to be away from them.
>"I'm really sorry about them, they can be a little annoying sometimes."
>He puts emphases on annoying and slows down, like he's looking back or something.
>You can't bring yourself to say anything.
>"Sooo... Can you tell me your name?"
>You actually feel well enough to respond.
>So you do.
>"Snowdrop?"
>You nod.
>"Snowdrop. That's a pretty name."
>Huh?
>It's weird.
>Your face feels kinda warm...
>No one's ever called you pretty.
"Thank you."
>"Do you know your address Snowdrop?"
>You do.
>And you tell him.
>"Huh. That's- That's pretty close..."
>He trails off.
>You don't really notice.
>He's continues to lead you.
>For a lot longer than you remember even coming.
>But you trust him.
>His hand is starting to get a little sweaty though.
>You want to keep as quiet as you can, but you can't help asking.
"Are you okay?"
>He takes a moment to reply.
>"Actually Snowdrop. There is something I kinds wanted to do."
>You felt a little guilty until he added.
>"W-with you."
>With you?
"What do you mean?"
>"Well, it's a special kinda..."
>He pauses.
>"It's something special, you'll se- find out."
>He grips your hand harder.
>And he's breathing a lot faster.
>It scaring you.
>But.
>He did say it was special.
>So you don't argue.
>He speeds up a little as you walk.
>It was still worrisome.
>You almost tripped a few times, but his hold on you was too strong to even try.
>You weren't going to either.
>Finally, you stop, letting you relax for just a second.
>In that second, he huffs and mumbles something.
>Then he takes off again.
>It's only a little more before you stop again.
>He takes a few moments before telling you to sit.
>You do so, your skirt letting out a soft "pomf" as it puff out against the air.
>"Comfortable?"
>Feels like you're sitting on some form of grass.
>It was soft enough, but something still needed to be addressed.
"Where are we? What are we doing?"
>You didn't mean to sound so worried, but you couldn't help it.
>"Hey calm down, I promise I'll take you home right after this."
>You jump a little when he moves your hair a little.
>Afterwards you feel his comfort.
>And you feel safe.
"Okay..."
>"Alright, now Snowdrop, I uh."
>He stops.
>"I'm going to show you something. Try not to freak out."
"O-okay."
>You hear him
>Unzip his pants!?
"What are-"
>"Shhh shh, remember what I said."
>You do.
>And you try to relax.
>Only recently had you been told about this.
>Even then you only knew so much, but you knew what he was pulling out.
>Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to move.
>"Okay Snowdrop, just um, can I see your hand?"
>You're basically shaking when you offer it to him.
>He takes it gently, and just as you expect-
>Nothing could've prepared you for it though.
>You gasp when you feel the warm, thick, flesh.
>He groans.
"It's- It's your-"
>You can't even say it.
>Your face is flushed.
>"You know?"
"A little bit."
>"That's good. Could you tell me what you know?"
>You say everything you could remember, which wasn't much at all.
>He compliments you for it though, mentioning how smart you are.
>Before you even realized, your other hand had joined.
>Even with both of them on, you barely managed to wrap around it.
>It was then that you finally snapped into reality.
>This was wrong!
>He was taking advantage of you!
>You remember hearing about this kind of thing before.
>But then the scent hit your nose.
>You paused instantly.
>Something caught you.
>Something about it just...
>You moved closer to it.
>In your clumsiness, you smack it against your cheek.
>You don't stop though.
>Slowly you bring back to your nose.
>Just then, you took a deep breath.
>The scent rocked through you, and you felt fuzzy.
>Your mouth opened on it's own.
>Th only thing that escaped was a gust of air that caused him to shiver.
>He moved closer, making what followed all the easier.
>You barely managed to get the tip in before your mouth was already full.
>After taking a few moments to relax into it her said.
>"T-Try moving your tongue."
>You did, but it only managed to move an inch as it was crammed against him.
>Barely felt him squirm while you did, you were too enthralled.
>You weren't even surprised when he put a hand on your head.
>He gave soft pushes of encouragement, as well as a few little tugs on your hair.
>You moan in slight discomfort as he does, but can't stop.
>He manages to work himself at least another inch due to his efforts.
>After a few minutes, you feel a strange sensation surging through your body.
>You've never felt it, but every time you heard him groan or makes a noise of satisfaction, you feel it run through you.
>Finding that he seems to like you licking the bottom of the tip more, you focus on that.
>That was, until he suddenly forces himself almost all the way in.
>You can only gag as you feel him hit your throat.
>"Sn-snowdrop!"
>He groans your name, you feel the tingling sensation return for a moment before your mouth and throat is pumped full.
>You choke and sputter as you're forced to swallow it.
>He doesn't let go.
>You tap on him but nothing come out of it.
>Then following the first two bursts, he finally lets you go.
>As you go to refill your lungs, you choke, forcing some to burn your nose of the way out of it.
>You cough and cough, but still some of it remains.
"W-why did you-"
>You cough again.
>Force yourself to swallow what's left.
>"Amazing..."
>You hear him breathe heavily as you try to figure out what happened.
>"H-Hey."
>He takes another deep breath.
>"I think it's your turn."
>You freeze.
>Then another tingle runs down your body.
"W-what?"
>You're face is hot again.
>Jump when you feel a tug on your skirt.
>Instinctively, you put a hand over his.
"Wait, I don't think-
>You feel a single finger over your lips.
>"Come on, I just want to return the favor. It'll feel good, I promise."
"B-but this is wrong, you're not supposed to touch there."
>He takes your hand.
>"I know, I know, but you trust me, right?"
>You take a moment to actually think.
>But you settle.
"Yes..."
>"Then just relax and enjoy this."
>Despite everything you've been told, every warning, you feel the tingle, and say
"okay."
>You let go and let him slowly lift it up.
>Shiver when you feel the cold air around your now exposed legs.
>Your face only gets hotter.
>Suddenly you're aware of everything he's doing.
>You gasp when you feel him touch your leg.
>Shudder again when he rests his entire hand on it and runs it up and down a few times.
>You're breathing is matching his as you cover your mouth to muffle any noises.
>Then he finally reaches it.
>You gasp and wiggle a bit.
>He just barely poked your most sensitive area with a finger, but it felt like you had been struck by lightning.
>So he continued, gently prodding.
>Each one eliciting a noise from you.
>Then he mentions something about you being wet.
"W-wet?"
>It took a moment, but you heard a soggy sound with each touch.
>He chuckled and took your hand.
>You let him direct it towards your...
>Sure enough, it was wet.
>Completely drenched actually.
>He makes you touch it a few more times.
>But it feels...
>Different, when you do it.
>"See?"
"Mmmph"
>He laughs again.
>Then he raises your hand and-
"Ah!"
>He-
>He licked your fingers.
>You retract it immediately.
>He doesn't seem to mind either, since he hums happily.
>"You taste wonderful Snowdrop."
"T-taste?"
>"Would you like to try it?"
>You groan at the uncertainty.
>W-what are you supposed to say?
>You felt him raise his hand to your lips.
>In a similar way, he gently pushed his way into your mouth.
>You put a little resistance by squeezing your lips shut, but nothing else.
>As is entered, you instantly picked up a strange flavor.
>It was-
>Strange.
>He rocked his fingers back and forth, and over your tongue.
>Only then did you finally feel when the tingling sensation ended.
>Right between your legs...
>When he was satisfied with your expression, he removed them, leaving your mouth open.
>"Wonderful, like I said."
>You can't respond.
>"Now I think it's about time I get straight to the source. Lay back for me please."
>He grips your shoulder and gently pushes you down.
>Your back slowly hits even more of the semi-soft material.
>He motions for you to spread your legs.
>Naturally, you don't respond, but another jolt runs through you, doing as he wants.
>Then, he sets his hands on your thighs.
>You thought you were prepared, and while you were, you still gasp and bite the sleeve of your sweater.
>He repeats what he did before.
>Only this time after he stops poking, he takes hold of your underwear.
>You flinch and freeze in place, the only sound besides him being your deep rapid breaths.
>The feeling of being exposed makes you yelp.
>But he doesn't stop, not until he pulls them all the way off.
>Even then, it's only for a few moments.
>His presents keep it from getting you cold, you still shiver though.
>Those few moments felt like hours as he suddenly touches the bare flesh of your most private place.
>All you can do is huff and shutter.
>He traces the outside with a finger.
>You grasp when it happens.
>He stops and softly pokes you.
>It takes a few more, before they enter.
>He pulls them in and out a few time, going as deep as you think he can on the last entry, pushing against the internal wall a couple more times before finally taking them out.
>You get no rest as he immediately spreads you open with his digits.
>He hold it like that for a while, his huffs being felt there.
>You're face is now entirely covered by your arms.
>"You're very beautiful Snowdrop."
>Something was now burning inside you.
>All the new feelings were starting to make you a little sick, not physically though.
>He surprises you again.
>When he suddenly.
"Ahh!"
>His mouth was on it now.
>All you could do was squirm and shake as he began licking you.
>The loud slurping sounds only made you hotter.
>The sensation was over whelming, your body just couldn't handle it.
"Ssttoo-"
>You can't even say anything.
>Shaking, shuttering, groaning do nothing as you bite your sleeve and try your best to ride it out.
>You had just about calmed down enough to get used to it when-
"Ahhh!"
>He runs his tongue over the very tip of it.
>That little spot felt like the entire experience being repeated again amplified several times over.
>But that was just one touch, and he continued gently caressing it in sloppy wet licks.
>Finally, you began feeling the build up.
>You were confused, even scared, but in the end there was nothing you could do.
>As it built, your screams only got louder.
>Then it all stopped.
>Your back arched and you let out your loudest scream yet.
>Your body spasmed as the pleasure ripped through it.
>That made him even more diligent as he lapped up the liquids that you had apparently released.
>It was short but beyond describable.
>Now you lay, spent, breathing slowly as he licks you clean.
>"Feel good?"
>His words barely reach your now drained mind.
>You mumble something you didn't even fully understand.
>"I'll take that as a yes."
>He chuckles.
>You're not even surprised when he kisses you.
>You weren't really paying attention.
>Even if you were, it would do you little good as his experienced mouth works yours.
>His tongue moves around inside, no resistance being made or even attempted.
>You're somewhat aware when he pulls away.
>"Now then, how about we get to the real thing?"
>Real thing?
>You think as you feel him crawl over you.
"W-what do you mean?"
>"Oh? I thought you said you knew."
>You tried to think.
>And you did, that's when you remembered.
>Butterflies invaded your stomach as the memory returned.
"B-but-"
>You barely manage to get out.
>"Something wrong?"
"I-"
>You choke.
>At least you think.
>You're not sure anymore, all you know is your mouth can't say whatever it was you were about to.
>"Hey, just relax, I'll take of everything."
>His words bring you some comfort.
>You've forgotten everything up until right now, your mind is too busy worrying about what's happening to process anything else.
>Your mouth closes, can't reply to that, instead you try your best to do as he says and relax your body.
>It barely works.
>You're on edge, every little sound or movement only intensifying your internal fire.
>Once he notices your attempt at calming down, he continues.
>You let out a short surprised scream as his thing touches yours.
>He shushes you in a comforting way.
>You hold your breath.
>He rubs it up and down a few times.
>Despite what happened earlier, this comes as a form of relief when it happens.
>But then he says something that makes you shutter.
>"This is gonna hurt."
"W-what?!"
>"Only for a second, I promise."
>You shake.
>He's been honest this entire time.
>And he said-
"Gah!"
>Your thought was stopped as he starts pushing it against you.
>The only thing you hear is his huffs as he tries forcing it into the all too small hole.
>Even that was an understatement.
>The tip alone almost entirely covered your petite entrance.
>Your fingers dig into the ground as he goes for another attempt.
>This time, he forces in just a tad, but it still makes you squeal.
>He huffs and mumbles something.
>The your body shakes as it's broken into.
>He gently applies more pressure.
>Your head rocks back and your mouth opens as it only gets thicker on the way in.
"Nah!"
>It was-
>It was stretching it!
>You were sure.
>You could feel it forcing you to make room for the added mass.
>He keeps going.
>More and more of it slips inside.
>You briefly wonder if this was what was supposed to hurt.
>But you were quickly corrected.
>He stopped for a second before giving one swift and powerful thrust.
"GAH!"
>Instantly you tensed up.
>The pain surged through you.
>Even though the cause was obvious, you couldn't find an exact source, it seemed to be everywhere.
>Your hand desperately tapped his arm as your eye began to fill with tears.
"Stop, t-take it out p-please!"
>Your eyes couldn't handle it and let out little streams of tears.
>He didn't remove it though.
>He just shushed you.
>You can't do much else.
>Just cry and let the stinging pass.
>But even that is made difficult.
>After only a few moments he starts moving again.
>You scream again as he fills the rest of your untouched insides.
>He stops only when he reaches another end.
>Whether that's truly it, you weren't sure, and after what just happened you couldn't possibly expect it to be.
>But he does stop at this one.
>His thing is entirely inside now.
>You squeal when he starts pulling it out.
>As you half expected, he doesn't so it fully, instead stopping with a little still inside and slamming back into you.
>It hits your insides hard, causing your eyes to roll back and a guttural gasp to come out your maw.
>Your still sore parts are scrapped as he does, causing a little more pain.
>And he continues.
>Slamming.
>Each time hitting your insides to their limit.
>His efforts forcing your legs open with his motions.
>You just wince as you feel them being stretched beyond hope.
>But.
>It stops hurting, leaving you in a slightly uncomfortable position for a few moments before a somewhat familiar build up begins again.
>It's different.
>The feeling is coming from the friction.
>This one comes quickly too.
>The pleasure surges once again as you groan and release more fluids onto him.
>He, who doesn't even notice, too busy still laying into you,
>You can't relax.
>The sensation fades, only to be replayed swiftly by another rising feeling.
>It must've happened at least a few more times before he slowed down.
>He huffed even harder than before.
>His hand went up your shirt and groped the still developing skin.
>You tried your best to contain your panic as you knew what was happening.
>But your mouth was to dry and tired to say anything.
>There was no warning.
>You just slowed even more and gave short, but forceful pumps as he tried to get even deeper.
>It fails to, but it comes all the same.
>All you can manage is a whimper as he fills your tiny womb with his seed.
>Of course it doesn't all fit, a lot leaks out, down your inner thighs.
>Even with your limited knowledge, you knew exactly what was at risk.
>He grunts as he pumps even more, moaning your name as he finishes.
>All you hear are his huffs of satisfaction as he gathers himself.
>Finally, after some more time, he removes it from you, a squelching sound being make as it goes.
>It leaves you feeling
>Empty.
>Tired.
>Confused.
>And most of all.
>Scared.
>The panic doesn't stop.
>Especially when he audibly winces.
>You expected him to mention what you were so concerned about but-
>"That's uh... That's a lot of blood."
>You're fears only intensify.
"B-Blood?!"
>You manage to get out.
>He just laughs.
>Why was he laughing?!
"W-what happened? Am I-"
>He quickly notices the desperation in your voice and shushes you.
>"Don't worry, please , that's supposed to happen, it just uh, surprised me."
>He tries to comfort you further.
>Successfully.
>You had too many questions and worries to even begin thinking about, and he managed to make them seem so pointless.
>Soon, you he sat you up.
>After a little more, he asked if could stand.
>He held your hand as you tried.
>You managed to, albeit a little wobbly.
>But he held you tight, making sure you didn't fall.
>Next, he began leading you.
>You couldn't bring yourself to say anything.
>Just trust him...
>You heard a door open and close.
>The air was a little bit colder here, but you didn't mind.
>You didn't stand for too long though, he sat you on something and told you to open your legs.
>You did so while you heard some running water and paper tearing.
>He wipes your face with something warm and damp, making sure to get rid of the light residue you had forgotten about.
>Afterwards, he gives you a little warning before cleaning your special place.
>He puts even more effort into that.
>Even going inside a little.
>You shiver when he does.
>Lastly, he puts away the rags and put something around both your ankles.
>Recognizing the soft fabric, you wiggle and allow him to pull them up your legs into their proper place.
>Now to his satisfaction, he lets you hops down and take his hand, promising to take you home.
>And you smiled.
>Before you leave.
>"Snowdrop?"
"Y-yes?"
>You were tired, so you were a little worried he'd what something else.
>Not that you were scared, you just wanted to go home and rest.
>"Can you make me a promise?"
>But he asked.
>So you answered.
"Okay."
>"Don't tell anyone about this."
>Though you didn't fully understand yet, you knew what you had done to be wrong.
"O-okay..."
>He thanked you and finally.
>You walked home.
>There, you had to explain everything to mom.
>About the dog.
>Turns out he came back home not too long ago with a fresh squirrel.
>About scrapping your leg, which was treated right after.
>And about Anon.
>You knew his name now.
>And like you promised, you kept the other parts to yourself.
>She thanked him so many times after that.
>You won't be going outside in a long time now it seems.
>It didn't really bother you that much either.
>He stayed a little longer.
>Said he wanted to make sure you were okay.
>Then your mom asked him to stay for dinner.
>And he agreed.
>For a while, you just sat down and let Anon tell her what he saw.
>It was basically what you said.
>She asked if you were hungry yet, but you told her no.
>Then she offered Anon something.
>He asked for water, while sitting opposite of you.
>As she left to go get it, he sighed.
>"You have a very lovely home Ms. Drop."
>She thanked him again.
>You heard some tapping and humming before some shuffles.
>He reads aloud the title of one of your favorite books.
>Not that you had many...
>You never even finished that one either.
>It's a little disappointing when he starts from the very beginning.
>Still, it's nice to hear it again.
>You're brought back into that universe as he continues reading.
>It's interrupted as your mother returns.
>Anon thanks her as you silently complain.
>"Oh, you were listening?"
>Or at least you thought you were silent.
"Uh. Y-yes..."
>There's silence for a little while, but your mother ends it.
>"Well don't keep us waiting Anon."
>You hear him laugh.
>"Alright then..."
>He clears his throat before starting once more.
>Your mother gets closer to you, slowly like she usually does.
>Eventually she hugs you.
>And as Anon keeps reading she plays with your hair.
>It was all too much.
>You yawned once before unknowingly falling asleep on your mother's lap.
>It wasn't too deep a sleep.
>In fact, you could still clearly make out their voices.
>The reading stopped shortly after.
>Then your mother began.
>"Thank you again, I'm not sure what else to say, just thank you."
>She says as she strokes your hair.
>"I was really no trouble at all ma'am."
>"But it was, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't have come when you did."
>She sounds sincere, though you can't really feel it, you were definitely guilty for making her worry so much.
>"I just did what anyone else would've done. Miss."
>"Oh but you can't be too sure about that now-a-days."
>It's quiet for a moment.
>"I guess you're right..."
>There's another short pause.
>"Well I think I should get Snowdrop to bed. I'll be back down in just a minute."
>You snuggled a little more into her at this, your mind making sense of her comment and moving in anticipation.
>"Actually Miss, do you mind if I come along?"
>There's a little gap here, where you assume she asked why.
>"I just want to make sure she gets to sleep okay before I go."
>You didn't know, but his affection truly touched her.
>And how could she say no?
>So she carried you to the warm awaiting bed.
>You let out a little sigh of satisfaction as she tucked you in.
>After which, they both stood and watched you snooze, taking in the adorable innocent sight before them.
>As they did, your mother put a hand on his shoulder and rest her head on it.
>While Anon didn't mind, barely even noticing, your mother retracts after almost a minute.
>"Oh goodness, I'm sorry! I've had such a long day I didn't realize what I was doing."
>"It's okay Miss."
>She then remembers you sleeping not 10 feet away.
>"Come now. We shouldn't wake her."
>He nods and leaves with her, giving you one last look before doing do.
>Now fully asleep and in another part of the house, you're unaware of what they do next.
>Anon walks with your mother.
>"Would you still like to stay? Dinner won't be for a while."
>"Oh, yes, that's fine."
>She smiles at his well mannered response.
>"Well just make yourself comfortable, I'll be just over there."
>She gestures to the kitchen before walking to it.
>He in the same couch and takes a deep breath.
>He spots the same book and shrugs.
>Starting from the page he stopped at, he begins again, silently this time.
>"You can turn on the television if you'd like."
>He briefly thinks.
>"I'm fine, thank you though."
>She smiles again.
>It was nice to see someone so
>Mature.
>At -that- age no less.
>A few minutes pass.
>It was silent save for the ticking of the clock and the burning of the stove.
>A tad too quiet for her.
>"So what grade are you in Anon?"
>He hums.
>"11th ma'am."
>She's actually a little surprised, but doesn't mention it.
>"So you only have 2 year left?"
>"Yes, thankfully."
>She giggles at his response, making Anon feel a little proud.
>Making a grown woman laugh will do that.
>The two continued to talk, as she cooked and as he read.
>Several topics came up.
>Like what classed he was taking, what he planned to do afterwards.
>But eventually a thought occurred to him.
>He was extremely hesitant, for good reason.
>When he thought about it longer, he concluded that even if he asked, he had the excuse that it was still working hours.
>So with nothing to lose, he sucked it up asked her something for once, making sure to seem naive.
>"So when does your husband get home? I wouldn't want to be too much of an inconvenience."
>She stopped.
>The hesitation was definitely warranted.
>She wondered how to respond.
>Anon tried his best not to break under the regret.
>But she composed herself.
>"Oh, I'm not married..."
>He sighed to himself.
>"That so? I understand. My mother's been with too many men to name now."
>"Oh my."
>"Yeah."
>And that was the last the topic was brought up that day.
>The subject quickly changed to Anon's mother.
>He tried his best to talk about her, really only mentioning how she was perfectly fine with him staying so late.
>She still wanted to call and confirm, but Anon assured her that it was really fine.
>While she was skeptical, she dropped it and put faith in him.
>The only topics that followed were small.
>As they discussed the irrelevant subjects, she finished up the meal.
>While she set the table, a thought convenient thought came up.
>"Would you mind getting Snowdrop? I'm just a little caught up at the moment."
>"Oh of course."
>She smiled.
>"Thank you."
>Anon waits another minute before he sets the book down and stretches.
>A smile slowly grows on his face as he returns to the small bedroom.
>You drool slightly onto the pillow as you continue to snooze.
>He closed the door behind him and came to you.
>You mumbled a bit as he got closer.
>He knew it would be a little risky, but he couldn't help it.
>You suddenly became cold as the blanket was moved.
>His finger started slowly crawling up your leg.
>You mumbled again in discomfort.
>He didn't stop.
>Not until he felt the warm little crevice between your thighs.
>You groaned and started shuffling.
>He cooed you, stroking your face as he did.
>Finally you woke up.
"W-what- What's happening?"
>"Sh sh sh sh sh sh. Just relax."
>His voice brings back the memories.
>So you tried your best to do as he said.
>You realized what was happening after feeling two small objects, well...
>His fingers were exactly where his thing was.
>It was confusing and unintentionally tensed your muscles around.
>When this happens, he stops and rubs your crotch with the other hand.
>"Relax, it'll feel good just like before."
>Once more, you try to calm down.
>This time you manage to relieve the tension around them.
>He pats you once and get back to stroking.
>His finger weren't as big, but they still felt like a tight fit.
>Otherwise, it was the same.
>Same build up.
>You squeal as you squirt all over his hand.
>He seems more focused on catching as much as he can.
>You're left a sweaty mess.
>There's a literal second of silence before an obnoxiously loud slurping takes over.
>You're far too tired to ask.
>He hums as it stops and sighs.
>"Dinner is waiting Snowdrop."
>You had some questions, but he gave you no opportunity to ask as he took your hand and started to lead you.
>His hand was still a little damp.
>When you mentioned it he just chuckled.
>Other than that, there was nothing besides the sound of foot steps.
>Then you heard the sound of your mother's voice.
>She had made soup.
>You smiled.
>It was one of your favorites.
>As you went to sit, you felt around the table to guide you to your usual spot.
>Well you were, until you felt something grab your hand and take you directly to it.
>You weren't sure what to do.
>"Come on, sit down please."
>You turned to the voice and looked in confusion.
>After a few moments, you nodded and sat down.
>While you did, you felt the chair slowly inch forward until it was in just the right place.
>You were surprised to say the least.
>"Snowdrop."
>You turn to your mother's voice.
>She sounded stern.
>You didn't know, but she was smiling.
>You were scared, but she continued.
>"Don't you have something you'd like to say to Anon?"
>Her tone was positive.
>She was really just ecstatic to see this kind of affection again.
>You thought for a moment.
"Th-thank you."
>He laughed.
>"It was nothing, really."