YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW COME MORNING LIGHT YOU AND I'LL BE SAFE AND SOUND
PLEASURE
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as Seneca thrusts into me again. I clench around him, pretending that it is Cinna on top of me instead of the son of the Devil. Soon I reach my climax, writhing on the cold floor of the kitchen as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Three more hard thrusts has Seneca spent and panting beside me.
He holds me close to him, both arms around me and his chin resting on top of my head. It's always like this afterwards, like he's trying to protect me from some demon. He stands up and fixes his clothing before pulling me to my feet and helping me straighten my dress. I keep my head lowered as he pours us both a glass of watermelon-flavored liquor.
~/*X*\~
As Seneca sleeps, I snea