Lucien: Taking Care of Her

Lucien

Proserpina had come awake at dawn again and rushed to the bathroom. He came awake at once and hearing her retching violently, he rose, following her to the bathroom. She stood, swaying and then leaning against the wall, ashen-faced, purple bruises under her eyes. Without a word, he helped her wash and brush her teeth for she insisted and then he helped her back to bed. Standing over her, his face tight with concern, he watched as she sipped a cup of weak tea that Beatrice brought up immediately at his summons. She had also slipped in a sedative, again on Lucien’s instructions.

Proserpina fell asleep soon after in his arms, holding his muscular arms to her chest. He had felt his manhood swell and knew he wanted to take her but not like this, not when she was so vulnerable and exhausted, mentally and physically after her ordeal. After a lot of agonising moments, he had made do with wedging his hard shaft between the cheeks of her rounded a*s. She had murmured in slight protest bu