The rain had been relentlessly pouring from the heavens above for over a week. Luckily for me, I had the comfort of my fireplace and a warm cup of dainflower tea along with 'Following the Lion' by Franz Lundergaard. As I slowly sipped my tea from my cup, I felt a little drowsy from the warmth of the lively fire which came to life about an hour ago right after the sun set. Furthermore, the pitter patter of the rain outside was soothing on my ears and I decided to take a short nap in my bedroom.
As I got up from my draganleather chair, I heard a sharp knock on my door. Perhaps it was just my imagination, I do feel sleepy after all.
'Knock knock knock'
There it was again! Surely it wasn't my imagination this time.
"Who could be wanting to see me at this hour? The nearest town is about half an hour away from my cottage," I muttered to myself. I staggered to the door still feeling drowsy and opened it. Strangely enough, there wasn't anyone outside. I looked around and nobody was in sight, the heavy downpour making things worse.
All of a sudden I felt someone grab my ankle and I jerked my leg backwards out of pure instinct.
"Wha-" I couldn't finish what I wanted to say as what I saw before me did it's job better than kaffen bean coffee to make me instantly awake and alert. There was a girl right at my doorstep with what was left of it's clothes ripped and shredded. It's ears were covered in mud but I could see hints of white where it was left untouched or perhaps washed away by the rain.
"Please, let me stay, I have nowhere to go," it was begging me. It was then I realised that her breasts were visible as her clothing did not cover it. However, I had no time to be embarrassed as she looked really desperate. Without a thought, I carried her towards my bathroom and closed the door behind me.
I set her in my bathtub and filled the tub with warm water, taking care not to fill it up too high since she wasn't that tall. Then, I proceeded to rip off what remained of her clothes so I could clean her up properly.
It struck me at that moment, what a beautiful body she had. Her breasts were quite well rounded despite the fact that they were not that big, and her curves were really obvious even though she was quite petite.
I shrugged off those thoughts and started scrubbing away the mud and filth all over her body gently. I reached down to clean the mud between her thighs and saw that there was mud in her sweet spot.
Would it count as sexual harassment? In Yssilvia, sexual harassment meant spending 3 years of your life in prison. I snuck a look at her in case she showed signs of discomfort but it turned out she was unconscious.
"Oh well, I might as well clean her thoroughly," I thought. I reached down and gently 'scrubbed' the filthe off her sweet spot, making sure I left nothing behind.
I pulled my hand away when she suddenly let out a soft moan. Was she awake? Am I going to get caught? I decided to risk it and continued scrubbing her.
"Ahh..." she squirmed around slightly although she showed no signs of waking up. Her moans were so cute and it sounded like pure happiness coming from a sweet, innocent child. It got me turned on slightly and I swore I would've needed to jerk off if it weren't for the fact that there was a girl in my bathtub who I didn't even know.
I slipped a finger into her and moved it slowly, and in return I was rewarded with her bucking her hips along to my finger while moaning even more.
Was she even unconscious? Could she be toying with me? No, it seemed unlikely for that to happen, it seemed that she was genuinely desperate considering her state when I found her.
Her moans brought me back to reality and I felt her contracting around my finger as she slowed her hips down until she stopped. She came, and she came really hard. I pulled my finger out of her and licked it. She tasted really nice and sweet, but I've never tasted any girls before since I was single.
I carried her out and drained the bathtub before proceeding to dry her body with a spare towel I had. After that, I carried her to my bedroom and set her down onto the bed. I didn't have any clothes for girls so I made a mental note to go down to the market the tomorrow to get some for her.
I pulled the blanket over her in case she felt cold and lay down beside her. Looking up at my ceiling, I wondered if all of this was real and if I would wake up alone in the morning to find it all being a dream. Slowly, I felt the drowsiness from earlier on taking its toll on me. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep thinking about the girl and who she could've been.
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I woke up to the sound of rustling of bedsheets and opened my eyes sleepily. My vision was blurry so I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. In front of me was a naked girl with her black hair.
"Wha- Who are you?" I scrambled out of bed and stood up, nearly tripping over since I wasn't fully awake yet. She looked at me amusedly.
