Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The light of the candles threw a soft glow over the room, its sole occupant sitting in a small wooden washtub in the center of it, her pale skin gleaming wetly. Strawberry-streaked platinum hair lay plastered against her head and face, eyes closed in enjoyment as she sat curled up in the scented water. The slightest sound caught her attention, and she stood up, spinning around to see who was there. He stood framed in the doorway, one hand reaching over his head to grasp the doorframe, his stance arrogant and supremely male, one leg cocked to one side, a prominent bulge showing in his tightly fit trousers. His long white-blond hair spilled over his shoulders, chest bare. He had obviously made himself at home before finding her at her bath. She blushed faintly, her gaze sliding down to his groin and staying there, unable to look away from the evidence of his arousal. "You're home..." Her voice trailed off lamely, not sure what else to say. "Did you miss me? I expected more of a welcome." As if his words had swept away all awkwardness, she suddenly bounded from the tub, racing to throw herself into his arms, no longer mindful of her nudity, her body still dripping with water, soaking him and the floor. She hugged him tightly, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his forehead, his neck, anywhere she could reach, simply loving the feel of him close to her again. "I missed you so much, words can't describe..." As the fervor of her welcome faded slightly, their situation once again made itself known. She was nude, pressed tight against him. His only clothing--his trousers--was drenched, clinging wetly to his body like a second skin, only accentuating the parts of his body they were made to hide. She took a deep breath, looking up at him, her gray-green eyes meeting his. Her small pink tongue crept out to wet suddenly dry lips, eyes turning the color of smoke as he watched. As she pulled back slightly, hardened pink nipples brushed against his chest, forcing a soft moan from both of them. No words were spoken, nor were they needed as he picked her up with ease, carrying her towards the large bed in his room upstairs. He grinned at her as he tossed her onto the bed, watching as she bounced a few times before stopping, his trousers down around his ankles in the few moments that had taken. Stepping out of them, he stood unashamed before her, his toned alabaster body beautiful to her impassioned gaze, his cock thick and hard, thrusting forward towards her. Almost instinctively, her legs parted in invitation, but he would not be rushed. Moving until his muscular legs pressed against the bed, he leaned over her, one hand tracing over the curve of her cheek, the slender length of her next, the swell of one breast, as if memorizing every line. His fingers brushed over her nipples, drawn hard and tight in arousal and anticipation, the color of ripe raspberries. He moved to kneel on the bed, bending down to take one in his mouth, as if to taste if it was really as sweet as it looked, his tongue flicking gently against the hardened nub. A soft whimper and her hands moving to his hair was his reward. Her long, delicate fingers tangled in his long hair, holding him tight against her breast, pulling at him almost painfully in her feverish excitement. The scent of her arousal permeated the room now, her moisture glistening on her inner thighs as he pulled back to look at her, peeling her hands from his white-blond locks. "So beautiful..." His words trailed off as he looked at her, his hand continuing its journey once more, tracing the flat plane of her stomach, the slim contour of her hip, then slipping across, between her legs, a whisper-soft brush of fingers against her swollen, aching petals. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped her, her hands tangling in the bedclothes as her body arched towards his touch. He chuckled softly at her response, brushing his fingers against her again, teasingly, knowing how much she needed his touch, but drawing it out almost painfully. A pleading whimper forced itself from the girl's throat as her hips writhed hungrily. One long finger slid between her folds, feeling how wet she was for him, her inner muscles clinging to him. In to the knuckle then out, only pushing back inside when she cried out sadly, trying to reach for his hand. He trapped both of her delicate wrists in one hand, holding them above her head almost effortlessly, his other hand continuing to slide impossibly slowly into her tight pussy, pushing in, then pulling out, ignoring her pleas. Finally, he slipped a second finger inside, her hips thrusting up, taking him to the knuckles again as she begged wordlessly for more. "Mmmm, you have missed me." He pulled his fingers from her as she sobbed in frustration, her smoky eyes almost black now with passion, pleading with him, only to flutter closed as he climbed over her, the thick head of his cock replacing his fingers at her entrance. Soft, kittenish mews escaped her as she moved restlessly against him. He pressed a kiss to one eyelid, then the other. In response, her eyes opened again, hazy with passion and need. He smiled slowly, his eyes meeting hers as he began to push into her, slowly, inexorably, stretching her wide around him. Her eyes widened, a combination of surprise and pleasure, her tight muscles straining to accommodate him, even as wet and aroused as she was. He smiles slowly, enjoying the broken little sounds of pleasure she made as her body gloved him, squeezing him, the sensation forcing a long, low moan from him. Finally, he stopped for a moment, inside her to the hilt, just luxuriating in the pleasure as she squirmed underneath him in pure animal need. "Please, Dami..." The words were little more than a growl of longing. "Please what? Please take you? Please fuck you? Please make you scream my name?" She just nodded frantically, her hands struggling to be free of his hold, legs wrapping around his hips. He pulled back slowly, painfully slowly, withdrawing a fraction of an inch at a time, her whimpering growing louder and more frenzied, pausing with the head of his cock barely inside her, watching her hips lift, trying to pull him back in, her legs tightening around him. Suddenly and without warning, he slammed into her, filling her completely in one thrust and pulling back in the next smooth movement, hard and fast, the reins of his control finally slipping as he watched the innocent young woman writhing beneath him in pure pleasure and lust. His cock impaled her with each thrust, sending shockwaves through her whole body, cries of need forced from her as he filled her. Looking down, they both watched as her hairless pussy stretched around his thick cock, the lips pushed down as he thrust into her, clinging to his cock each time he pulled out. Shifting slightly, he reached his free hand between her legs, his thumb brushing lightly against the soft bud of pleasure there. She cried out louder as a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through her body, then simply whimpered helplessly as he pushed back the protective fold of flesh and repositioned himself slightly, his cock rubbing against her clit with each thrust. In less than a minute, the fever was upon her. She screamed his name in a ragged voice, her body nearly convulsing in ecstasy, her inner muscles tightening rhythmically around him as she came, nearly milking his cock. Her orgasm triggered his, the contractions of her pussy sending him over the edge. A choked cry--perhaps her name--escaped him as his cock swelled inside her before he exploded, filling her with his seed, collapsing down against her, their sweat-dampened bodies sticking together as he continued to move inside her as he rode out his climax, his mouth covering hers roughly, tongue forcing itself into her mouth, mimicking the movement of his body inside hers. She moaned softly into his mouth, trembling beneath him from the aftershocks of pleasure radiating through her body. After some time had passed and they had both come down from their high, he pulled out of her, laying down next to her and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her against his chest, their hearts still beating in unison. "I love you, sister." He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I love you too, brother..." She woke slowly, reaching out to hug him again, then blinked away as she felt nothing but empty space and the pillow she had curled up with last night. Sitting up, she glanced around the room, finding it pristine as always. No one had shared this bed with her last night, no one had been here. As the last vestiges of the dream melted away, she lay back down, curling around the pillow and closing her eyes, a lone tear forcing itself past her tightly closed eyes.