Owen Grace, 25 year old twink

You roll out of bed and blush, sighing as you look at the rumpled covers. Sprawled atop them is a woman you don't even know. She's out cold, her dark hair fanning around her head, partially covering her face.

You remember how she got there. It's honestly not even that complicated of a story. She needed what you could give, and she wasn't afraid to be forceful. So, rather than try to fight her off, you stalled her enough to bring her home.

It's not that you didn't want to help. It's definitely not that you minded how it felt or anything, either. It's just... well, it's weird! Even if it's become the new normal, you're just not used to it.

For most guys, it's just easy. Simple. Some even take advantage of the urine addiction to get their way. But you're not most guys. You're smaller, and have less upper body strength than most guys. Heck, less than most women, too. Means that the things women want or need from you, you have a hard time refusing. And not just from a moral standpoint. The majority of women are simply capable of pinning you down and just taking what they want. The slow wearing away of consent as a respected standard cuts the other way for you: no woman is really going to let you say no when their sanity, mind, and perhaps life are on the line.

You flinch as you hear her stir. You blush harder, red creeping over your fair skin. You rush to dress. Just as you're pulling pants up over the wide hips you've always been self-conscious of, you hear her speak.

"Mmnh, pretty boy. Why are you covering up that sweet ass? Come here and give me what I need."

You turn to look at her, your face burning. "I, um. I have to get ready for the day."

She's standing up, getting out of your bed, completely unabashed at her own nudity. Her breasts hang plumply from her chest, her nipples already hard. Dark hair tumbles over her shoulders. She stretches, the movement highlighting her toned arms and muscular body. She's much taller than you. "Yeah. I'm sure you do, cutie."

She lowers her limbs, grinning down at you. "But so do I. And it wouldn't do to lose a few points of IQ because you kept that sweet cock all to yourself."

With that, she looms over you, leaning down a bit. One hand caresses your flushed cheek, the back of her fingers curled slightly. The other tucks itself into the front of your waistband. "Are you really gonna try to fight me on this?"

You sawllow thickly, shaking your head. Your breath hitches as she lowers your waistband, her grin widening as your pants fall around your knees and reveal your half-hard member. "There we go. Already so excited. Lets see how hard we can get you."

She puts one hand on your chest, pushing you backwards. Her other hand steadies your shoulder, guiding you as you stumble. Your knees bend, and you fall on the bed, your arms behind and to the side of you slightly as you land in a sitting position. She kneels before you, satisfaction and a teasing glint in her eyes as she pulls your pants the rest of the way off. "Mmm. You look just as tasty as you did last night."

She spreads your knees, bending forward and licking a stripe up the underside of your shaft, drawing a shuddering gasp from your lips. She chuckles quietly. "So responsive."

Your member swiftly twitches to full size. With that, she braces her hands on your hips and locks her lips about her head, swirling her tongue around it once, twice before immediately plunging your lengeth down her throat. The sudden motion draws a high sound from you, almost a mewling noise. She chuckles again around you, the sound vibrating along your shaft and straight into your core.

She starts bobbing her head, turning her head to one side as she travels up your shaft, and twisting it the other way as she lunges back down. Your sheets twist under your fingers as your hands clench into fists, the sensation drawing another sound from you and making your head rock back. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she picks up the pace, setting a punishing rhythm.

Up. Down. Up. Down. In time with your racing heartbeat, making your vision whiten at the edges. Your legs unconsciously spread, allowing her easier access as your hips thrust forward. She hums encouragement, clearly urging you to cum.

With a guttural, mewling cry, you do, shooting down her throat. You shudder and writhe as she swallows around you, taking the life-saving seed into herself with each pump of your member. She doesn't stop licking and twisting, wringing every last drop from you.

Once you're spent, she pulls off with a pop, licking her lips and grinning. You fall back on the bed, panting raggedly as she stands, her flashing eyes looking out over her wide smile, down at you. "Aww. Tuckered out, pretty boy? Well, thanks for the pick-me-up. See you round!"

With that, she dresses quickly and leaves, clearly off to start her own day, leaving you sweaty and flushed on the bed.