Chapter 2: A Hypothesis

The basement was dimly lit as usual, the soft glow of fairy lights creating an ethereal ambiance. Jane sat on her bed, lost in thought, when she heard the faint sound of Tomas’ footsteps above her. It had been a week since their last encounter—a welcome reprieve from the daily grind of their arrangement.

She’d used the time to reflect, pondering the strange turn their relationship had taken. Despite the circumstances that had brought them together, Jane couldn’t shake the feeling that something was changing between them. Tomas had become increasingly gentler in his interactions, almost as if ... she shook her head, dismissing the thought as wishful thinking.

The door creaked open, and Jane looked up as Tomas descended the stairs. He wore a pair of sleep pants, his bare chest gleaming in the soft light. His eyes held an unspoken question, and Jane nodded slightly, understanding his unspoken request.

She stood up, letting the gown she’d worn slide off her body, reveling in the cool breeze against her skin. Tomas’ eyes widened as they roamed over her naked form, taking in the gentle swell of her hips and the perky breasts that proudly stood at attention.

With a slow smile, he crossed the room, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, and leaned in for a soft kiss. Jane’s heart skipped a beat as his lips touched hers.

She melted into him, her hands slipping around his neck as their tongues danced together. Tomas’ hands trailed down her body, pausing at the swell of her hips to squeeze them gently. Jane moaned into his mouth, the familiar heat pooling in her core at his touch.

Breaking away from the kiss, he guided her towards the bed, their eyes locked together. Jane felt a flutter in her stomach as he slowly lowered her onto the mattress, his gaze never wavering.

Tomas crawled onto the bed beside her, his hands roaming over her body, mapping every curve and dip with gentle touches. He paused to tease her nipples, eliciting soft moans from Jane as she squirmed beneath him.

He moved lower, kissing along her collarbone and down her chest, his breath hot against her skin. Jane’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as he reached the juncture of her thighs.

With a gentle smile, he parted her legs, revealing her swollen folds. He blew a soft stream of air over her core, causing her to buck involuntarily. Tomas chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, before dipping his head and taking her into his mouth.

Jane’s hands fisted in the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Tomas’ tongue worked expertly, lapping up every drop of her juices, and she couldn’t help but moan loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

He looked up at her with a lustful grin, his eyes dark with desire as he stood up. He reached for the belt on his pants, undoing it slowly. Jane watched, transfixed, as he slipped his pants off along with his underwear, revealing his thick, erect member. It twitched in anticipation.

Tomas’ hands gently gripped her thighs, spreading them wide, and he settled himself between her legs. He paused, gazing into her eyes, before slowly pushing inside. Jane sighed as he filled her completely, the familiar stretch sending shivers down her spine.

He began to move, his pace slow and steady, hitting all the right spots with each thrust. Jane moaned softly, her hands finding their way to his shoulders for support. Tomas leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me hear you. Come for me.”

Jane’s fingers dug into his flesh as the pleasure intensified, and she cried out, the sound muffled by his presence. Tomas continued to thrust, his movements deliberate and deep, and soon Jane was bucking uncontrollably beneath him, her body quaking with each orgasmic peak.

He held on just a little longer before pulling out, leaving her feeling empty but sated. The basement was quiet save for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex. Tomas rolled onto his back beside Jane, his eyes drifting closed as he relished the post-coital bliss. He felt content—sated in a way he hadn’t for a long time.

Tomas opened his eyes and turned towards Jane, gazing at her soft features in the dim light. She looked so peaceful, her hair splayed across the pillow, lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply.

He propped himself up on an elbow, studying her intently. “Jane,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “We’ve been ... doing this for quite some time now. But we don’t really know each other, do we?” The words were out before he could stop them, and Tomas felt a momentary flash of embarrassment—he wasn’t great at emotional conversations. But Jane merely smiled, an understanding glint in her eye.

“It’s true,” she said, her voice soft. “We know each other’s bodies well, but...” Her voice trailed off as she shrugged, a small frown creasing her forehead. Tomas could tell she felt the same loneliness he did.

He felt a nudge of courage and continued, keeping his tone light. “Well, I’d like to change that. Tell me about yourself. What was growing up like for you?”

Jane’s eyes widened in surprise, and she laughed softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You’re serious?”

“I am,” he assured her, wondering why he’d never thought to ask before. He really didn’t know anything about Jane other than how well she could take his cock.

She scooted closer, her naked body brushing against his, and Tomas felt his pulse quicken in response. But he kept his focus on her face as she began to speak, her voice low and husky in the stillness of the night.

“I grew up in the Claymore neighborhood,” she started, her eyes gazing off into the distance as if seeing the scenes play out before her. “My folks were ... strict, I guess you’d say. They had high expectations, especially my dad. I was a bright kid,” Jane continued, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Topped my class every year. But it wasn’t enough. No matter what I did, it was never enough for him.” A muscle twitched in her jaw as the pain of those memories resurfaced. “So I started rebelling,” she said with a small smile, a hint of mischief creeping into her voice. “Skipping school, hanging out with the wrong crowd ... It was exhilarating.”

Her brow furrowed as she remembered the arguments, the fighting—the eventual breakdown of her family. “I ran away when I was sixteen. Lived on the streets for a while, did some stupid things...” She trailed off, the memories too painful to dwell on. “But I survived,” she said with a shrug, a hint of defiant pride in her voice. “I learned to look out for myself, became pretty good at it too.”

There was so much he wanted to ask—about her life on the streets, how she’d ended up breaking into his house, the events that had led them here. But he knew better than to overwhelm her with questions. Instead, he remained silent, content to listen as she shared snippets of her past in the quiet night.

Hours passed as they talked, their conversation meandering through the past and the present, touching on hopes for the future. Tomas found himself entranced by her vivid imagination, her unwavering determination.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the small window, they lay together in exhausted silence, their bodies curled up against one another. Tomas felt a sense of peace he hadn’t experienced in a long time—an unexpected connection formed with this woman he’d kept at arm’s length for so many weeks.

He listened to Jane’s even breathing, her chest rising and falling against his as she slept soundly, and a smile played on his lips. Gently extricating himself from her embrace and tiptoed towards the stairs, not wanting to disturb her rest.

The days following their heart-to-heart blurred into a haze of contentment for Tomas. Their interactions grew softer, more intimate, and he found himself looking forward to their daily trysts in a way he never had before.

In addition a curious thought continued to lurk at the back of his mind—an idea that niggled at him as he went about his day-to-day life upstairs. It was something he observed during their recent sessions—the strange, almost supernatural ability his cum seemed to have over Jane’s body.

He ran some tests on the drug Jane forced him to take. It was supposed to be an antibiotic and antiviral combination. And the way it worked was to halt the aging of those cells so that they didn’t multiply. Was his semen also halting the aging of Jane’s whole body? Had he found the fountain of youth? “I am the fucking fountain of youth!!!” he scrramed to himself!

He got a hardon from the notion that he wielded such power! It stirred his fantasies of power and control. His cock raged to fulfill a secret power kink he had fantasized about but never tried. His mind and heart battled against his groin and hormones.

But with Jane, he could, right? She’s his to dominate, it’s her Pledge. His groin argued.

Remember last night, and she is more to you than a toy.

This is your chance, take it!

And so the argument raged inside him. As so many men know, when the little head demands, it can override heart and logic. So Tomas grabbed a bunch of rope, a small cage and headed downstairs.

He placed the cage in the village then shrunk himself and the rope to Jane’s size and went to find her.

She was working in the garden he set up for her, with shrunken plants; an experiment to see if they would survive and grow.

In a tight crop top, cleavage plunging, and short shorts, she was hot. She was bent over on her hands and knees, a bit of dirt on her face and her boobs working the elastics of her top.