Taking his hand, I led Lucca to the stream behind the camp...
Although he told me to get dressed, I preferred to walk naked beside him. Maybe he would punish me for that....
Even though I was all bruised, I had never felt so good.
That tingling sensation was finally scratched...
Now I wanted more...
Just looking at this man made the itch in my mind and legs grow...
He wasn't handsome.
He wasn't strong.
He wasn't rich.
He was nothing...
Even so, I wanted him.
... He wanted me to, too. Ever since he woke up...
He looked at me with lust. With desire.
But not as a woman. Rather, as a necessity. Almost like an object...
No. I was an object in his eyes.
It made me tremble like never before. I wanted him. I wanted him to use me...
But it wasn't the right time yet.
That's what I thought.
Many had looked at me that way before, but something was missing. It was always missing, so nothing ever went ahead.
... Soon I understood what was missing. Courage.
They were all cowards. They fantasized about defiling my pure appearance, but they didn't have the courage.
Lucca didn't have it either, but with him it was different. He had the courage to admit his desire...
That he wanted to take advantage of me. That made me curious, despite my disappointment, because he wasn't being cowardly about defiling me but about deceiving me.
Why? I couldn't understand it at first, despite the growing itch. If he could just take advantage of me, why didn't he? That was my desire!
This contradiction only made the itch scream like never before in my mind. I felt myself getting wet at that moment...
The same thing happened when I gave him a bath. He seemed so harmless unconsciously; now he was talking about his desire to dirty me...
This contradiction...
Despite this, I held back... I wanted to understand more about his motives and thoughts.
But in the midst of it all, his gaze came...
Did Lucca look at me as a woman? Anger consumed me for a moment, but the increasingly noisy itch dissipated any negative feelings...
All because he looked at me as an object too...
Woman and object. Same gaze.
Another contradiction. Then I understood.
It wasn't just courage that was lacking, but contradictions.
That's what the itch was saying...
I wanted him! I wanted him more than anything now...
Despite that, I kept my pure side on display. That was the me to be stained. Taken. Dirty and corrupted...
It had to be that way. Only then would he have me entirely.
But then a question came. I answered...
But all I got in return was mockery and rejection.
Was I rejected?
Another contradiction. He rejected me, even though he said he was everything I wanted. Needed. Required...
His body didn't lie about wanting me either, so I threw myself at him, alleviating his only concern, which was that he wasn't handsome...
What did that have to do with anything? The possibility of someone handsome defiling me only lessened the itch.
So Lucca was perfect. That's what I thought, and that answer only solidified in my mind when he hit me...
The pain of being thrown to the ground...
The humiliation of rejection...
That treatment...
I've never been so wet. So excited in my life. It was much more than when I read...
It was different. It was real. It was with me....
I came right away. My excitement is reaching its peak!
My panties and pants were soaked when I touched them...
The smell. The taste... It was all intoxicating!
I looked around, desperate for more...
But, another rejection. Lucca left...
My heart ached as I came once again!
I staggered out of the tent, then saw him running...
His goal...
Bianca...
No... No! Please...
I couldn't watch my master go to another woman without accepting me...
Luckily, Bianca rejected him, and no one helped him either.
I felt relief and irritation. Another contradiction...
Why didn't anyone help him?
I looked at each of their faces. The seed of hatred sprouting...
I wanted to do something, but Lucca was more important now...
His image increasingly occupies my entire mind.
He wanted me. I wanted him...
So why was he running away?
I didn't understand, but the itch was exploding. I had to do something.
... I couldn't lose him! Much less accept his rejection...
Not when his gaze and body said the opposite of his words. His mind was lying to him... I had to do something.
... I felt my stomach churn at the thought. Disgust.
I felt disgusted with myself. It was supposed to be the other way around...
He was supposed to force me! Not me doing it...
But even when I reached him, he still refused me, so I had to take the first step...
It was so good...!
The feeling of him inside me... It was the best thing I'd ever felt in my life! But something was missing...
His control...
That was missing...
And when it came... I couldn't stop coming!
His foot on my face, while dirt and dust got in my eyes and mouth...
How he held my arms...
Hit me...
Pulled my hair...
Called me names...
Used me...
Degraded me...
... It was the best thing I've ever felt in my entire life. I felt complete. Totally complete for the first time that night and for the first time in my entire life...
Even now, my legs were weak. Shaky...
The pain from the bruises made me itch...
.
.
.
Reaching the stream, Lucca jumped right in...
I looked at him for a few moments. Feeling my legs wobble as I caressed my belly...
Please...
Germinate.
I could still feel his seed... Slowly running down my legs, along with the dirt from my body.
Getting pregnant after being used... It was a wonderful thought.
Smiling, I entered the water too...
My hands cleaning his body, while I felt his gaze...
He was going to use me again.
Ahhh...
Yes. Please, master!