The rain pattered against the window of my small apartment, a steady rhythm that matched the heaviness in the air. Tommie sat on the edge of my couch, her shoulders slumped, knees drawn up as if trying to make herself smaller.
It had been weeks since her boyfriend walked out, calling her a freak because of what she was—a futanari with a body that didn’t fit his narrow ideas. I’d been there every night since, holding her through the sobs, whispering that she deserved better.
But tonight, as she leaned into me, her soft curves pressing against my side, I felt the familiar ache in my chest. I loved her, more than as a friend, and seeing her like this twisted something deep inside me.
I shifted closer, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her trembling body tight against mine. Her skin was warm through the thin fabric of her tank top, and I could feel the subtle quiver in her frame, like she was holding back a storm.
‘Tommie,’ I murmured, my voice low and steady, ‘you’re safe here. Always.’ She nodded, but her eyes stayed fixed on the floor, glistening with unshed tears.
She took a shaky breath, her hand clutching at my shirt. ‘It hurts so much,’ she whispered, her voice breaking. ‘He made me feel like… like I’m broken. I try to move on, like you keep saying, but every time I close my eyes, it’s his words echoing.’
Beneath her sad words, there was something else—a leak of desire, raw and unspoken. I could sense it in the way her body shifted, her thighs pressing together, the faint bulge stirring under her shorts.
Her futanari nature, that part of her she’d always been shy about, now seemed to pulse with the pain she carried, begging for release.
My hand moved slowly, tracing the curve of her arm, then down to her waist. Her skin was so soft, yielding under my fingers as I stroked gently, feeling the tension ease just a fraction.
‘You’re not broken,’ I said firmly, my thumb brushing the hem of her top. ‘You’re beautiful, Tommie. Every part of you.’ I let my touch drift lower, over the fabric of her shorts, where her cock ached, hardening slightly at the contact.
I teased it with light pressure, my dominance gentle but insistent, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. The outline of her shaft grew firmer under my palm, and I felt a thrill run through me—finally, a chance to show her what she meant to me.
Tommie shivered, her body arching subtly into my hand. She didn’t pull away; instead, her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and vulnerable, begging silently for more.
The air between us thickened, charged with the years of friendship now tipping into something deeper. Her breath hitched as I cupped her through the shorts, feeling the heat radiating from her cock, the way it twitched eagerly.
‘Please,’ she murmured, almost too quiet to hear, her submissive nature shining through in the plea. She craved this—more than just words of comfort, she needed to feel wanted, to surrender to someone who saw all of her.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. ‘I’ve got you,’ I promised, my voice a low rumble. ‘I’ll protect your heart, Tommie. No one will hurt you like that again.’
As I spoke, I slipped my hand under the waistband of her shorts, fingers wrapping around her aching cock. It was thick and warm in my grip, the skin smooth and veined, already leaking a bead of precum that slicked my palm.
I stroked slowly, base to tip, watching her face contort with a mix of relief and building pleasure. Her hips bucked faintly, chasing the sensation, and I tightened my hold just enough to remind her who was in control.
She moaned softly, her head falling back against the couch, exposing the line of her throat. I kissed it, tasting the salt of her skin, while my other hand roamed up her top, cupping one of her full breasts.
Her nipple hardened under my thumb, and she whimpered, her body trembling harder now. ‘I… I don’t deserve this,’ she gasped, but her cock throbbed in my hand, betraying how much she wanted it—wanted me to take her, to fill the void her ex had left.
‘Yes, you do,’ I replied, my strokes growing firmer, twisting at the head to draw out more of that slick precum. The scent of her arousal filled the space between us, musky and intoxicating, mixing with the rain outside.
I could feel my own desire building, my pants tightening, but this was about her—about claiming her submission inch by inch. Her free hand gripped my thigh, nails digging in as she fought to stay still, letting me lead.
Tommie’s eyes fluttered shut, her breaths coming in short pants. ‘More,’ she begged, her voice a whisper laced with need. I obliged, pushing her shorts down just enough to free her cock fully, watching it spring up, flushed and eager.
My mouth watered at the sight, but I held back, savoring the way she submitted to my touch, her body opening to me like a flower in the sun. The emotional weight of it all—our friendship, my hidden love—wove through every stroke, every gasp, making this moment feel inevitable.
I leaned down, my breath ghosting over her tip, tasting the salt on my tongue as I flicked it lightly. She cried out, her whole body shuddering, and I knew we were just beginning.
Her heart, her body—they were mine to cherish, to dominate with care, and as the night stretched on, I intended to show her exactly how deep my feelings ran.
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