Is there more to it?

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 ****, begging silently for more.