Soft Love

Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Your hard on didn't subside through Petal's moaning and whimpering as she drew closer to her limit. Ending in a small scream that echoed all the way to the kitchen. You sigh a little bit, your trousers growing tighter by the minute. And your mind dipping in to the more deprived sides of lust. But your morals held strong... For now.

A few minutes later a bright red glowing little filly trotted in to the kitchen, trembling a little with every step she took. Her eyes fixed on the ground for the most part, but she peeked up at you once she stepped up closer to you.

"I-I'm sorry if I was.... loud." She whispers and fiddles with her front hooves a little bit.

You just smile some and take a mug out of the cupboards and fill it with the warm chocolate you had been preparing. Kneeling down to her and putting the mug in he hooves.

"Don't worry about it Petal. You got to do what you got to do." You smile softly at her and pat her on the head. "Now, let me see that lip."

Examining the little cut on her lip it was as you expected, nothing more then a minor scrape, the bleeding having stopped long ago. But still, a little band aid wouldn't hurt. You pick the one you prepared earlier off the counter and gently set it in place. Smiling brightly at the little filly.

"There we are, all better now." You chuckle and pat her on the head softly. The winds from the outside howling and pushing the house a bit, causing it to groan. The little filly looking confused and a little bit frightened, stepping closer to you for comfort.

"Nothing to worry about little one. The storm has come early, so you'll probably have to spend the night here. But you're safe and sound. That's what matters." You explain to her as you lay a gentle hand on her back. Instead of her freezing up like she's normally done, she actually leans in to the touch, looking up at you with eyes mixed in joy and a little bit of worry. "Now drink up and relax some. I'll get some dinner started."

She nods with a small smile and trots over to the living room, as she passes you notice a little bit of a wet spot where she was standing and glance back at her. She was completely dry you thought. But as her tail sways to the side you notice that her lips were still winking, and leaking quite a bit. Which really didn't help your situation.

You decide not to think of it to much and rather would like to get started on dinner. A salad, some baked potatoes, with greens, soup and some bread would do nicely. Some good variety of tastes.

Getting most thing prepared you just had to wait for the soup and the baked potatoes to finish their respective cooking processes and figured you'd relax in your chair a bit, as your ankle was starting to ache a little. It was the cold, always wreaked havoc on your bum leg. But never mind that.

You walked in to the living room where the little filly was sitting in your favorite chair, her tail wrapped around her for a little bit of warmth, with a book in her hooves, quietly reading. You have to stop for a little while and just watch her, a small endearing smile coming to your lips as the white little filly shivered a little bit.

"You cold?" You ask as you step in to the living room, startling the little filly, getting a little squeel out of her.

"M-Mhm... But I'm used to it." She says dismissively and you can't help but chuckle softly, walking over to the fireplace and stacking the wood.

"Hell no need to go cold in this house. I want my little guest to be comfortable don't I?" You smile while setting the fire, the house steadily starting to warm up before walking over to your favorite chair, picking the little filly up and sitting down with her on your lap. "My chair by the way." You smile and lean back a bit.