Landingoparations

Chapter 4

And then the crying begins. If Denise has managed to deal with the sheer awfulness of her situation with your help, the realization that her own family doesn't believe her comes with unbelievably more harshness than anything she has experienced so far. Only you can prevent her from falling to pieces, but even your presence is a help, not a cure. While she has been able to process her situation quickly and efficiently, something she has only you to thank for, Denise now needs a few seconds to realize what has just happened. You sit next to her and watch how the terrible truth reveals itself and how an avalanche breaks over her.

It starts very slowly. A lonely tear rolls down her cheek as she stares again at the scratch in the dashboard. Then another tear comes. Your heart bleeds at the soft whimper that escapes her throat and swells, then subsides, only to burst forth again, even louder. Then she gets all red in the face and her chest heaves more and more jerkily. Her tears roll from her jittery cheeks onto her red shirt and light blue jeans, slowly but surely soaking her ensemble as she bravely yet futilely fights the tide.

"You're so brave," you mumble, knowing it won't help. Denise wants to answer you, but can only gasp in panic while trying to hold her soul together. Then you've seen enough and your primal instincts take over. Instincts that her mother, father and goddamn brother should have too. "Come here." Denise isn't wearing the collar, and it's not a command. You just know you have to be there for her and so does your girlfriend. With her usual grace, she climbs over the middle section of the car, holding onto your shoulders while you push the seat back as far as it will go. Protectively, your kitty tightens her legs, curls up on your lap, and wraps her arms around you. "Let go. I'll catch you." And then it starts.

A massive torrent of tears, sadness, despair and incomprehension pours down on you. Maybe it's because of your life, certainly it's because of the one of your sisters, but you've never seen such grief. Your kitten's shoulders shake so much that they make noises when they hit your body, her hands claw desperately at your back and her stomach presses so hard against you that you almost lose your breath. Bitterly Denise cries for long minutes, sobbing, wailing, whimpering and sniffling. She buries her face in your shirt, rubs her nose over your chest and finds refuge in your smell and your warmth. You yourself, meanwhile, are trying to fight down your own panic and your own fingers are also clinging to Denise in an attempt to hold her tightly against you.

Even you are at a loss for words as Denise detoxes on your body for endless minutes. They are terrible minutes and you can think of nothing but the smiling and happy faces of your girls, the satisfaction you see more and more often in the eyes of Denise. You have the luxury of knowing yourself very well, also and especially through your sisters. So you are surprised that you do not feel anger. But fortunately also no anticipation of the life with Denise at your side. That would be anything but appropriate at this moment. But while the girl's crying slowly, very slowly becomes weaker, she also changes you with her sheer presence. Stunned, you experience your change and understand all too well what this girl means to you and what she does to you. There are no words or thoughts in such a situation and Denise understands this as well. So you wait, close to each other, until your love and closeness change the worst thing that can happen to someone.

Finally Denise lifts her head, can barely see you from the tears in it and hair in front of her eyes. You want to pat her face gently but your slightly trembling hands pull her hair a little. Wide-eyed, you are startled when your love's face briefly contorts, and in your mind's eye you see everything go up in flames. But then the thought of a smile flits across her face... and then an almost human, friendly grin. Blinking hard, Denise seeks your gaze.

"I..." She chokes, has to cough, and then actually manages a laugh. "I'm looking forward to living with you" she says while holding her stomach and coughing. Neither of you doubts for a second the plan you've quietly decided on in total agreement. Still, you can only look at Denise, slightly afraid to tell her how great you think her decision is. Maybe that's what's going through her mind, or maybe something else. In any case, your friend bursts into tears again, but this time something is different. It almost feels... good. Your shoulder and chest are pleasantly warm and maybe you remind Denise of the womb, a warm and safe place. It's almost mystical.

The woman who gave her life with this homey place of living has taken away what makes Denise Van Buren human. You, a relative stranger, have given her the one thing that keeps her from just vanishing into thin air. Denise has found in you what she has been missing all her life and you are the only one who can give it to her. Purpose, love, affection, control and most of all people she can grow with, who will hold her up and support her. You and your harem of girls create a place for Denise that is so welcoming, so tailored to her needs, that she can cope with the loss of the people who made her life possible and later shaped it. And Denise knows this. She's smart. As her crying continues to change you don't have to talk to each other or use any commands.

All you have to do is slide your hand down her back and her fingers unclench and move down as well. With her face buried in your chest it takes you a bit, but eventually her jeans land crumpled on the dirty floor of your car. Your pants follow a little faster and when that's done you can spread your legs while Denise presses her firm bum onto your lap. Still sobbing she lifts her head, puts her forehead to yours and your arms go under her armpits. Quickly and determinedly you lift her up, Denise willingly helping with her legs. You don't think about how you could get hard in this situation, just know that Denise understands you and likes it... she loves it. She loves you. Her tears wet your cheeks as you two feel you at her entrance. Unlike you, she's not quite ready and even if you like it when she plays with her tongue around your fingers like a well-behaved kitten, she's just your friend now who needs and wants you in her life.

Your own saliva is enough for both of you and with three soaking wet fingers you caress her warm opening, rubbing her clit and running over her labia. Even though her body isn't ready yet, her mind has already gotten used to you and her breathing is getting faster while you feel the twitching of her inner walls. You take your time, being gentle, and you both don't care that your car is parked in front of the Van Buren family home.

"You're a Lynchwood now" you murmur in her ear, drawing more tears from Denise but she smiles contentedly and rests her chin on your shoulder. Then you are both ready and first you put your love on top of you so that she can feel the throbbing of your cock on her firm belly. Denise enjoys the moment when the anticipation mixes with the reality of feeling your tool on her naked skin while pulling her shirt up a bit to feel it on her. Then you pull her into position, Denise willingly lets herself be guided until she looks you in the eyes. The experience has left traces on her face but you know how to wipe them away.

Slowly you penetrate her, lowering her onto you and watching how the features of her face change with every inch you penetrate her. First her eyes flicker, then she inhales without letting the air out again. Then - and you admit to yourself that she looks beautiful doing this - her eyes twist a little, a cute squint as she loses focus. And then a pleasant 'Aaaaahhhh' as you hit bottom.

"Welcome to our world Denise Lynchwood" you grin while the twitching of her walls almost makes you cum. You could go on like this for a bit, even so you don't cum right away, but Denise wants you for everything in the world and it's all about what she wants. It's always about what Denise and all the other perfect girls in your life want. With her forehead against yours she starts bobbing on top of you. Her thighs press tightly against you and your hands move over her rumpled shirt to her breasts. One hand stays wrapped around her, the other wanders under the red fabric, caressing her belly, circling her navel several times and then moving upward. The flesh of her hand-sized breasts is soft and her skin tender. Her tits fit perfectly in your hand and her nipples stick out stiffly. You take her nipple between two fingers and drive slowly but steadily over her soft flesh while she bobs in time with your movements on you.

There's not much room in the car and so you can't thrust very hard or far into her but your hands gently move her body sideways. A little startled, Denise squeals as your cock moves inside her, stretching and spreading her, but soon she's looking at you with her mouth wide open. After only a few seconds she lets her hips gyrate on their own and you can turn your attention back to her breasts. With flying fingers she pulls her shirt up to her neck and pushes her mounts into your face while her ass circles and dances. Your lips press against each other and when your tongue slides into her mouth and your teeth pinch her lip she has to cry a little again. But this time they are tears of joy.

Finally you notice that Denise is getting more and more impetuous. She gasps loudly, her tears are dried up and her eyes are red but she has an overjoyed smile on her lips and her body rears up every time your spear pulsates inside her. The windows of the car are already thickly fogged up but you don't care while your graceful lover rears up, presses her back against the folded sun visor and lets herself fall on you with surprising pressure. A deep moan escapes you as you hold her ass and let her fall on you one more time, supporting her and feeling your spear bore into her, widening her and changing her insides for you. Once more and Denise comes with a soft whimper. It's not much of an orgasm, but it's enough to make her slump on top of you. With a happy grin on her face, she lets you lift her up one last time and as you push against her cervix, you come too. Your lips unite again as you squirt into her, pressing her firm ass down on you.

For a minute you stay like that, Denise against you, her chin back on your shoulder. Her tears have soaked both of your shirts and the two of you are stuck to each other like you are to your girlfriend. Your fingers slide through her hair, keeping her beautiful face exposed as Denise begins to tremble. The adrenaline is flushed from her body and like a soldier after a battle her small firm body jitters on top of you while you pull her shirt back down and your cock inside her slowly recedes.

It could have been ten minutes or an hour but finally Denise rises heavily off you, propping her arms against your chest and looking you in the face.

"How are you my brave kitty?" you ask. Denise looks down at herself and slowly lifts herself up. Her every movement is ponderous as if she is struggling with gravity. But at least it's just that and not her life anymore. One more time you feel her pussy tighten around your penis, then you separate. Getting dressed is even more awkward this time but it doesn't take long before you're sitting semi-presentably on your own seats again. You open the windows a little, the air conditioner does the rest and while Denise fixes her hair you stow your 'problem solver' back in your pants. When you're done, you look at your sweetheart again, who is already feeling better. But still Denise frowns. You ask her what's wrong, not worrying that the question is redundant.

"You didn't have to do that" she mutters but doesn't manage to banish the satisfied smile from her face.

"Do what?" you ask again, stroking your hair as well. Denise chews on her lower lip. "Di I need to get the collar?" you ask with amusement, making Denise laugh. That you can conquer the world is beyond doubt for you at this moment. Your kitty shakes her head.

"Did you mean it? That I'm now a..." She actually can't believe it. "Lynchwood?"

"Of course," you encourage her vigorously.

"But I don't want to take you away from the others," the blonde girl says, looking to you. She is serious about this point.

"Denise, you deserve me just as much as anyone else, understand?" She nods, making you feel good.

"But...Megan...and Millie. Those two have loved you a lot longer than I have. It wouldn't be fair if I let you...you know." At first you don't understand, but then a light comes on. Denise is really smart and has thought of a point you didn't had in mind at all.

"Denise, this isn't about getting married, is it?" you laugh, then **** on your words. "I mean, I wouldn't have a problem with it. You suit me." You curse yourself for putting that across so stupidly, but also understand where Denise is coming from. For the longest time in your life, you imagined Megan in a white dress by your side... and then, of course, Millie by the other... Now you've gone... maybe a little overboard. "Maybe I won't get married at all" you mutter,

"I get it...honey." Denise smiles at you so enchantingly that you fear it's you who's about to cry. "Stupid laws." She grins at you.

"I can't influence what happens in the future," you say a bit pained, cursing modern society as well. "But I can influence who I let into my life."

"I don't have to be a Lynchwood. It's not like we got married" Denise now brings her point home clearly. "I love you just the same, and I know you know that." You have to grin as you see how hard that is for her. Right now, or maybe always, Denise has wanted to be special. No wonder. Her brother treated her like a piece of meat and no wonder she chose to be yours. She's the only one who does it that way. And you can help her with that.

"But you are my kitten, my property. I want you to be a Lynchwood, understand?" you ask, satisfied, only strengthening your pact. "Marriage will come eventually. I've got to go on a date with Megan first, lay the world at Emma, fall for Maureen, do right by Millie, be a good...father to Susan and Claire, and set Karen straight." You get giddy at the thought of what's to come. "But no matter what else comes, and who may end up standing next to me at the altar, you will always be mine, always belong to me, and I will always belong to you."

"Whatever you command me." You roll your eyes but it's just what you want for Denise. Something that belongs to her alone and that gives her strength.

"I wish it" you say anyway, just to show her that you've made the same decision for the kitten as you have for the girl.

"And your wish is my command." And then comes the laugh that you are used to from her, shrill, happy and above all naughty. A kiss on the cheek, then immediately another one because one is too little for her. A quick hand on the cheek and then it's done.

"Come on, Denise Lynchwood," you say. "Let's go home."