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They are reading a book, all of them sitting in the purple couches. Aurora is next to Luke, who's reading aloud.
They have been taking turns to read.
It has become a common activity, with the purpose of teaching Aurora about their world.
He chose the tale today, with a purpose. With it, the others will do his work for him.
The tale it's innocent enough, and once finished, it comes the discussion. A few topics are commented on, till a question is asked: Should the little fox (as all characters were animals) keep the secret?
A few things are said. He promised. But was it okay to hide something like that? Yes, the others wouldn't understand. Sometimes it's okay to hide things.
That's the discussion he was interested in having, and he was certain, given the adventures the boy was involved in, he would agree with the character’s choices.
He remains quiet, only answering when someone asks.
“It's important to keep this a secret. The others won't understand." He pauses to touch her cheek softly with his hand, "You can't tell anyone about this. Promise?”
She nods, and he kisses her, before adding:
“I’ll be careful.”
There is no need to damage her, so he’ll be.
He undresses her slowly, admiring her pale skin, and makes her lay down on his bed. He has seen her before, but decided to wait and make sure she won't talk for the next step.
He kisses her body, her breasts, her neck.
He rubs between her legs, he didn't know if she'll produce natural lubricant, so he uses some lube on his fingers as he introduces them.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.”
Once she's ready, he penetrates her, moving slowly.
“Does it feel good?”
“Not really.”
“It feels great to me." He moans softly, "Does it feel bad?”
“No." She gasps at the movement, "It's just weird.”
That's enough, she won't tell the others.
He kisses her again.
“I think you like that.”
“Yes.” There is a shy smile on her face.
He finishes, satisfied, and helps her clean herself. There is no blood. He didn't use protection, he doubts she's able to get pregnant.
“Can you do this for me again?”
“Do you like it?”
“I do.”
“Okay.”
"Thank you. It means a lot to me."
She rests on top of him, she likes to cuddle. She whispers:
“I love you.”
“Love you too.” He partially lies. He has a sort of fondness for her, but doesn't want to get overly attached. She wouldn't be an adequate companion either, not in the long term. She probably doesn't really know what it means to love, her childish comprehension based on the books they lend her, and her discussions with the twelve years old boy.
She might not even be around when everything is over.
He’ll let her stay for a while, but will probably take her to her room once she falls asleep.