A World Without Sun discussion

Room with one bed. This is where guys come to breed with you.

James walked up to the door and knocked lightly. He'd done this millions of times. Talk, sex, go home. He knew better then to become friends with breeders, it always ended badly on his end.

Maybella was sketching the door. She sighed. Beano always interrupted her. She walked to the door her blonde white hair hung behind her. She opened the door and flushed. "Oh." She sighed. Not Beano.

James waved, "hi." He had short black hair, tanned skin and perfect white teeth.

Maybella glanced at him. She tired her head to the side. "Why hello there! I haven't met someone new. Like.. Ever!" She laughed.

He chuckled, "oh ya? I'm James."

"Well, hello there Mr. James!" She laughed

James chuckled again, "why, hello. You are?"

She blushed and smiled. "I'm Maybella," she nodded and opened the door more. "You can. Come in if you would like."

He nodded and walked in, putting his hands in his pockets.

Maybella had her sketch pad and pencils spread out all over her bed. She blushed slightly. "Um... What brings you here?" She asked closing the door

He gestured at the clock, "breeding hours.."

Maybella nodded. "I see," she sighed. She shrugged and laid down on her belly on her bed. She looked at the door and began to draw it agin

He arched his brow and watched her.

Maybella sketched the outline and then froze. She glanced at him. "Um... You can sit down if you'd like..." She nodded.

He nodded and sat right next to her.

Maybella blushed. She didn't know he was going to sit down right next to her!

James wrapped an arm around her and looked at her drawing.

Maybella blushed. She glanced up at him. "Um..."

He smiled handsomely, "yes?"

She blushed deeper. "Y-your arms around me..." She whispered

He pulled her closer, "what about it?" He asked in a soft whisper.

Maybella eyes were wide and on his. "You didn't come here to talk.." She whispered

He tilted his head, "I never said I was.." It was breeding hours, not talking hours.

Maybella trembled and tried pulling away from him. She did not want to 'breed' Beano always said don't go that far. No matter how... Handsome they might be!

James nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed it gently.

Maybella trembled. That felt very nice. "W-wait..." She whispered. Holding in a moan.

He sucked on her neck gently.

Maybella trembled all over and moaned lightly. "Oh no..."

He ran his hands down her sides and kept kissing down her neck, sucking randomly.

Maybella didn't know what this feeling was, but it was amazing! "Please... Stop..." She whispered

James wished he could, but he shook his head lightly and kept going.

Her fists tightened and she moaned. She didn't want to do this. Tears stung the back of her eyes

((Skip?))

((Okay!))

James panted then crawled out of bed. He couldn't stay or he'd get to attached.

Maybella sniffled and curled up crying softly. Her small body curled up into a ball. Her sketches had fallen to the floor. "Why?" She whispere

James looked at her and frowned, he didn't want to.. "I'm sorry Maybella.."

Maybella hugged herself sobbing. "You're cruel!" She yelled. Her body hurt. She hurt....

He sighed and sat on her bed. He caressed her cheek, "I'm sorry.. It's just the way the system works.. I'm sure you'd a sweet girl. And if the situation was different, I would have loved to get to know you first."

"You don't have to do anything they tell you to do," tears fell down we face. "Beano doesn't. I don't... Until I was forced!" She turned away from him sniffling

James felt bad for her. He lied back down with her and hugged her from behind, saying nothing.

Maybella sobbed sinking into the bed and into his arms. Tears falling out of her eyes. She had imagined her first time so much different

He held her tightly, not sure what to say, of if he even should say anything.

Maybella slowly fell asleep. Her small body still besides her stomach moving up and down

Jake sighed and kissed her cheek, "I'm sorry.." A knock came from the door and he knew that meant his tone was up. He carefully pulled away, got dressed, then left.

Maybella lay on the bed. She had been used.... She was broken...

((Skip to tomorrow?))

((Yes))

James nocked lightly on the door. He had a bouquet of roses in his hand.