Sweet things make it worth it

Oblivious to the passing of time you enjoy her company. The rug under you is starting to make your knees itch and the positation isn't all perfect either. Eleanor is doing the same as you, enjoying this special little adventure.

You make her neck slimy with saliva and smell her clean straight black hair. "Y-youuuu are too g-good to meeee, March..." She wails and takes her hands off your back and looks into your eyes like something is wrong. "What? Uhh, well, I'm not, I think..." you didn't expect such a pessimistic remark from her and gulp.

"I'm not goood enough for thiiis..." She covers her face and tries to get up, but struggles and falls over hitting her back on the couch - it obviously doesn't hurt, but you still feel so bad for her. "Oh, Leah. Do you really think I'm going to **** you, really? I see you as a human, dammit, not some object to have your way with, is that so hard to realize?"

She gives a **** and rather long groan of confusion and sadness and runs away she does. You can't let her embarrass herself naked and covered in your saliva. You run after her and tackle her making both of you stumble on the floor. You go grab her body from behind and keep her in a hug-type thing, which at least adds your weight to her. "AGHHH! NO, NO, NOOOO!" She screams exhausted and struggles to get off. "You don't fucking get it, March! You are... hurting me like this... I can't take this..." You hold her still and might be a little rough, but not at all more than you have to.

"Fuck you!_ I want to fucking die! _You can't do this! You fucking can't!" She struggles and even pulls your hair, which hurts of course. "Calm down, Leah! I'm here for you, don't fight me, when I just want to care for you!" She eases her fight against you and grunts: "I'm not what you think I am. I actually like it when people **** me, ok?! I get pleasure from that, you are just being mean to me right now!" She folds her arms and looks calmed down enough.

"I-Is that really true? Do you?" you can't frankly believe her and look into her dark eyes, which try to avoid yours. "Yeaaah, it is true. I just want to make people haaappy, is that so bad?" Her voice is starting to crack again and you hold yourself to not hug her instantly.

"No, Leah. People are assholes if they enjoy your suffering, people made fun of my... penis when I was younger and I guess I know pretty well how people see us... Us, who can't defend ourselves, blend in." You tell her that and hope it works, this was your last hope, afterwards you could do nothing to stop her anymore, it would be over for you two.

"M-M-March, your words hurt... agh... You are kidding, right? You want to **** my slutty ass, right, RIGHT?" She is tearing up again and gropes her breasts trying desperately to make you notice them - you don't anymore, she's a very beautiful girl, but the thing interests you now is the ugliness of her mind.

"No, I will never, not fucking ever use your body like that! Are you serious? I feel like we are going in circles here, are you a human or a fucking sex toy, honestly?" You feel a sudden ascending in your core, it's almost like you could fly if you wanted. "... "

She doesn't answer, there's a shocked and frightened expression on her face, she drops her arms back down and looks away into nothingness. "I'm trash, just a toy for others to use..." You grab her hand and a tear escapes her eye. "I'm just garbage, can't youuu see?" You guide her hand between your legs. "She looks at you with that expression and utters: "J-just trash..."

You let her feel your bulge and she does - she grabs it, grinds it, makes so many things to it and you stay unshaken. "What? I-it can't be..." She gets closer and lifts your skirt to see that you are still flaccid. She starts stroking it with her weak hands, but you remain soft and she looks up at you eye twitching. "You can't be..." She falls on her butt and looks down depressed.

"You are not making me aroused with your body. You have to realize that, Leah. You are not going to succeed, do you know why? Because I just want to love the real you, not... this." You say with your newfound strength. She looks up tears running down her cheeks. "I will, I will do whatever it takes, just... What can I doooo?" You are sure as you tell it to her: "Just be yourself, I know, but do that and everything will be just fine."

It takes a few seconds of silence, but eventually she lets out a long sigh and looks up at you, her eyes dry.

She nods her head and smiles at you. "I feel... light... ha ha! I'm h-happy, it's wonderful! Being just like this is so, relaxing!" She woops and covers her breasts and blushes. "T-thank you March, I've been a bit difficult haven't I... if you like me all boring and normal like this, then... well, I'm happy." She smiles and runs back to the living room to grab her cloth, which she wraps around her in that Greece dress way and for the first time ever, she looks genuinely happy. The little woman before you is such a bother, a bother worth it, you think to yourself.