“Willow? Willow, honey, are you awake?”

I open my eyes to the sound of someone calling my name and gently stroking my hair. I tried to sit up, sending a bolt of pain up my back.

“Oww!”

“Hey, slowly now! Are you okay?”

I looked beside me and saw Marc cradling me in his arms like a baby. He was already dressed, I was wearing a clean shirt and underwear as well.

“Wha... what happened?”

Marc frowned at me.

“Don’t tell me you forgot ev’rythin’?” he asked with a pout.

“No... I remember having sex... then...”

“Sorry!” Marc said, holding both my hands, “It’s all my fault, it felt so good that I didn’t notice you pass out! I’m really sorry!”

“No, that’s fine, I’m pretty used to it,” I told him. “I was just surprised that... you’re still here...”

“Huh? Where else should I be?” he looked confused.

“You... cleaned me up, too?”

“Of course, it’s common curt’sie to clean your partner after makin’ love.”

I looked around and saw that the sun was starting to go down.

“What time is it?”

“About four in the afternoon,” he answered, “Dome came out earlier and we had some takeout lunch.”

“I was out that long? Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?”

“How can I, when you were sleeping like an angel?” I felt my face burn as I watched the silly grin in his face widen. “Anyway, I told Dome you were really tired and needed a rest,” he added. “I ain’t so sure if he bought it, though.”

Probably not.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“Nothin’ much,” Marc replied, “just that he’s glad I’m here to take care of `ya since you always forget to take care of yourself.”

“Oh...”

I tried to laugh, but tears came streamin’ down my face instead.

“Woah, is something wrong? Are you hurtin’ somewhere?!” Marc asked, full of concern.

“No... I’m fine... I guess I’m just... relieved...”

“Relieved?”

I placed my arms around him and held on tight.

“That I have you to take care of me,” I said between sobs, “that I can just let go...”

“No, don’t let go!” Marc said, holding me tight, “I wanna stay like this longer.”

I chuckled and kissed his lips.

“Don’t worry, that was a different kind of lettin’ go,” I said with a laugh.

Marc thought for a while, then kissed me back.

“If that’s the case, then do let go. And don’t cha worry `bout anything, since I’m gonna be here to catch you.”

“Yeah... I ain’t lettin’ go of this one,” I assured him as I rubbed my face on his broad chest. “Not in a very long time.”

We had takeout dinner that night.

Marc picked the kids and brought home some food. We all had a big feast together.

I started officially going out with him that day.

He was very sweet and sensitive and was always making me laugh.

The kids loved him too.

They called him big uncle Marc, and didn’t mind even when they caught him creeping our of my room at night.

He was just like an over-sized puppy, always looking for a good cuddle, always eager to please, and in a way, I guess he was like an angel as well.

After all, he showed me that even someone like me deserved salvation.

“Alejandro,” Marc called me by name, “I’ve always wanted to ask you where you got this scar?” he asked as he kissed the gunshot wound on my left hip.

“Oh, that?” I gave a light chuckle. “Once I had a little fling with a soldier while I was still in the academy. He was a little too clingy, though, so I decided to break up with him. He kinda took it hard and went after me one day. He caught me in bed with someone else, and started shootin’ at us.”

“Woah! He shot you?!” Marc asked, wide-eyed.

“Nope. He actually shot the poor bugger I was fuckin’. I tried to push him out of the way and got shot instead, but three other shots found its target. Poor thing was dead on the spot with two bullet wounds to his chest and one to his head. It was then that I decided never to get in a serious relationship again.”

“W-what about us?” he asked.

“You’re different,” I pinched his cheeks, “you’re my sweetheart. I can’t even lie to you for some reason.”

“And your ex? Did they catch him?!”

“Of course, they did, he got life for 1st degree murder and is still servin’ time at the pen.”

“Thank goodness!” Marc said, holding me tight in a big hug. “I was afraid he might still be after you, you’re so cute, after all.”

I sighed and snuggled on his chest.

“I’m not some fragile virgin, `ya know?” I told him, “In fact... there are so many things about me that you still don’t know.”

“Well, the past don’t matter no more, and you can just tell me `bout those other stuff when you feel like it,” he mumbled, sounding sleepy. “Oh, and before I forget, Timo and Rico’s soccer game will be this Friday, the organizers told us to bring some snacks for the event.”

“Okay, we’ll pick somethin’ up when we go grocery shoppin’ tomorrow,” I replied.

“But that new mission with Dome is also set for Friday,” he said with sigh, “and we’ve been looking forward to watching the kids play too!”

“Don’t worry, there will be other games.”

“But this is their first game ever! I was supposed to wear the mascot’s uniform!” he complained.

“Can’t help it,” I laughed, “Dome needs you as his back-up, too.”

“Yeah, I know... it’s just too bad that they fell on the same day...”

“Hey?” I looked up at him and smiled mischievously, “Can you borrow that costume after the game?”

“Huh? What for?”

“I think it would be kinky to see you wearin’ it in our room,” I grinned, “just the head and trousers part would do.”

I laughed as I watched Marc’s face turn red.

“Y-you know I can’t just use the sacred mascot costume for... for...”

“It was a joke!” I kept on laughing, “You know we could always buy one for ourselves. I think a big fluffy puppy dog would fit you.”

“Really?” he looked excited, “Actually, I’d like to see you in an angel costume!”

“Don’t you mean as a devilish succubus?” I laughed.

“No, white looks better on you!”

I stared at him and smiled.

Then I sat on top of him, waking his monstrous dick as I rubbed my slippery ass on his crotch.

“You up for another round?”

“Do I still need to tie you up?” he pouted.

“How? When you’ve broken all my leather straps and even the new harness I bought you?” I chuckled. “I’m beginning to think you’re doin’ it on purpose.”

Marc slyly looked away.

“Get yourself ready, I’m gonna get `ya back for breakin’ my toys!”

We both laughed as I jumped him, pouncing on his thick chest and clawing at his shoulders.

I guess I don’t need my toys as much as I did before.

Not now that I have found tenderness that can make me wetter than any pain or punishment can ever force out of me.

Just one more part to go . . .