Your Light (yor x twilight)

rainy daydream

another chapter with (very detailed) mature content :> please skip if this is not appropriate for you

Yor was just coming back home from work when it suddenly rained.

Thank god I brought my umbrella, she thought, then worried if Anya and Loid did the same. I'm such a bad mother for not making sure my family is prepared!

When she reached their apartment, she noticed the faint glow of light from the small gap underneath the door. Huh? Loid's at home this early?

It was a first. The lights were on in the living room when she stepped inside. But Loid was nowhere to be found.

Yor's instincts were activated. Maybe another person was inside their home. For all she knew, it could be a burglar or someone she messed with in her work.

She then creeped through the living room and into their rooms, making sure to double check every corner. She also grabbed a knife from the kitchen when she passed by it.

When she got to the hallway, a certain noise could be heard from Loid's room. Something wet that seemed to be repeatedly slipping through something. Loid never allowed us to go inside, but now he left the door open?

Maybe he didn't expect them to be home yet, but she still went inside to be sure.

She softly pushed the door open, but the sound of her knife dropping to the ground was a loud clang. She wasn't prepared to see Loid laid on the bed stroking his . . . erection. A surprisingly huge one. "L-Loid-san?"

"Yor-san!" Loid said her name in surprise, immediately covering himself. "Sorry you had to see that!"

"N-No, it's my f-fault for interrupting," Yor stammered, determined to get out of the room. "Well, I hope you enjoy your time!"

"It's just, you know, the stress," Loid sighed, trying to explain for himself. He noticed his statement concerned Yor so he quickly continued. "And—I hate to admit this but—the rain may have awakened some human needs in me."

"Oh, it's the same for me too. I'd have all these weird dreams," she added, "with you in it."

Loid became even redder if it were possible. It was his turn to stammer. "I-I see. I'm curious. What were we doing there?"

"May I help you with that?" Yor asked shyly, closing the door with her heel. "I'll show you."

Dear god, Loid thought as Yor approached him in his bed. He nodded while looking away from her self-consciously when she knelt on the floor beside his bed.

"Thank you, I'll do my best." She started by removing the sheets that covered his member and first touched the softness and wetness of his tip. Tracing it downwards with her finger, Yor could see the veins beneath the hard exterior that was stiff and throbbing. She then worked up some spit for her to use as lubricant, the motion of her saliva dripping down to his penis made everything more erotic.

She placed her palms along his wide girth and gently gripped it. Remembering what she saw him do earlier, she moved to stroke his shaft. "Is this what you like?" she said with an innocent face while her hands ran up and down his length.

Loid closed his eyes tightly. This was even beyond his dreams. He constantly tried hard not to think of Yor that way but the sight of her exposed back always sent him into a fury of desire.

When Loid thought he couldn't be any more pleasured, Yor first licked the purplish head and along its edges, then took his whole manhood in her mouth, the base of his shaft held in place. Her head  bobbed as she slid up and down while sucking it lightly, the end hitting the roof of her mouth. Sounds of her choking and the scent of spit and pre-cum sent intense waves coursing through his body. Loid found Yor's pace just right, and the heat kept on accumulating in his abdomen until he couldn't help but release.

He let it out on her face with a moan, and Yor couldn't help but think it was a nice change from the usual blood splatters. Gazing at Loid with eyes full of lust, she swallowed his cum and licked the remaining liquid on his decreasing hardness.

After that round, Loid and Yor went to the living room to wait for Anya. They were sprawled on the couch watching the television. Imagine Anya's surprise when she saw her parents—finally—cuddling during this rainy afternoon, her not knowing what else would come after her bedtime.