A World Without Sun discussion

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((Is there anything we’re doing at his house? Or should we skip to when he visits her again?))

She napped for a while. Amelia woke up when she smelt food. She sat up slowly and looked around before she spotted the plate of food on the side table. She repositioned and took the plate. Amelia ate slowly, still a bit groggy.

Amelia looked over her shoulder at him, “where are you going now?”

She blinked. “Oh—umm—okay....” she stood and went searching for the washroom. When she found it, she peaked off her clothes and showered.
After a long hot shower, she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel. She didn’t have a change of clothes and she didn’t want to put the dirty ones back on, so she went to find Sethen.
Amelia knocked lightly on the workshop door before opening it. “Sethen?” Her voice was high pitched and sweet, “do you have any spare clothes?”

Amelia watched him. She followed him, keeping some distance, still unsure if she could trust this man. Sure, he help her get out, but now what? How was he going to protect her?

She blushed and took the shirt. “Do you have boxers or anything? Something I could wear to—you know—cover my lady-parts. I don’t think we know each other well enough for me to walk around in only tour shirt.” Not that she was apposed, she just didn’t think he would be comfortable.

She nodded, “okay, thanks.” She rushed off to the washroom and changed into the shirt. It went down to just above her knees, which was nice. Most of her dresses were this length, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. She took the few trinkets she owned out of her pants pockets before tossing her clothes into the chute. She came back out of the washroom and looked around.

Amelia walked back into the workshop after exploring the rest of the bunker-like place. She watched him for a moment before asking, “what are you working on?” She knew it was a robot, based on how it looked, but she was wondering what it’s purpose was.

Amelia glanced around before finding a stool to sit on. She sat with her legs crossed, one of the other. “That’s pretty cool,” she praised. She brushed her hair with her fingers, “there’s not really much I can tell you. I was born in the system. I wasn’t really close with any of the other breeders. I like reading, but the variety of books is small in the facility. Ummm-“ she thought for a moment, “I have a twin brother. I haven’t seen him since we were in the daycare. He’s probably out of the system by now and living his life.” She shrugged a shoulder.

She tilted her head curiously. He couldn’t share his backstory with the government? “Umm, I read some books on computers. A bit of coding. I tried to focus on stuff that I might be able to use in the work place...” she stood and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his back and leaned over, peeking over his shoulder to watch him as he worked. Her chest pressed against him, “tell me about yourself?”

((I like it))

Amelia’s heart ached for him. She hugged his back, “I’m sorry you had to go through all that. It’s not fair.” She kissed the back of his neck, hoping to help him feel anything but the pain he was reliving, “I won’t ask about your past again,” she promised. She didn’t like seeing him so weak, though she appreciated that he trusted her enough to be vulnerable in front of her. “Why don’t you take a break? You deserve it.”

She blushed at his last comment. He was right, it was weird to feel the warmth of another. She maneuvered around him so she was between him and his work bench. She took the tool from his hand and placed it down. “You need a break. You’ll overwork yourself and burn out at this rate.” She looked up at him and cupped his face in her hands. “You can take an evening off. This will all still be here in the morning,” she assured him, her yes hooded with lust. “You won’t be much help to anyone if you work yourself to death.”

((I get that.))

She shook her head at his stubbornness. “Sethen,” she made her tone stern, “you’re done for today. I mean it. You just fled the breeding facility while carrying me, and tracked through a sewer. You’re stopping now and getting some rest,” there was a hint of a threat lingering in her tone. She didn’t know what she’d do if he didn’t listen to her, but she’d do it. Her face softened and so did her voice, “please? You’re clearly exhausted. What if you make a mistake and electrocute yourself? I’ll have no one to take care of me and I’ll probably starve to death. Then all of this would have been for nothing.”

((That backstory itself would make for a good story))

She followed him, closing the door to his workshop. She watched him make the bed. “Umm—I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but where would you like me to sleep? I’m fine with the couch,” though she’d much rather snuggle with him. Those breeder hormones were slowly starting to take over her mind, which was a never ending issue. Plus he looked big and strong and she figured she’d sleep well next to him.

Amelia got into the bed. She had issues falling asleep. She wanted to blame it on the new environment but she’d always had issues falling asleep. Maybe it was a twin thing? After all, she’d only started having these issues after being separated from her brother.
After a few hours of tossing, she decided to get up. She was frustrated with herself. Why couldn’t she just enjoy this good thing that was handed to her?
Amelia crept out of the bedroom and used the washroom. On her way back, she spotted Sethen on the chair and bit her lip. She got a naughty idea, but could she pull it off? Maybe it would settle the sexual urges her body was pestered with? She snuck over to him and went down on her knees. Would he freak out? Would he even wake up? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

((So... I’m thinking she’s going to give him a blowjob. We can skip or move to privet chat. Up to you))

((Okay))

Amelia woke up and snuggled closer to her twin. Wait, no, it wasn’t her twin. This man was warmer, stronger, sexier. She looked up at Sethen. He looked so handsome while he slept. She pulled away and got up.
Amelia showered, then went to the kitchen, wearing a clean one of Sethen’s shirts. She could get used to wearing his shirts.
She looked around the kitchen for something to eat. She didn’t know how to cook, so it was difficult to figure out what to eat.

Amelia found an apple and walked out into the living room, “oh, you’re up! I—um—tried to find breakfast, but I don’t know how to cook,” she stated, rambling, “is it okay that I’m eating this?” she held up the apple.

Amelia listened carefully to the rules. “And what are the rules about sex?” She blurted. She quickly bit into her apple, pretending those words didn’t just come out of her mouth. What was wrong with her?

((Breeders are pumped full of hormones. Their bodies become extremely aroused around men, which is why she keeps going back to thinking about sex. Normally having sex is the only way to calm their bodies down for a while))

((Pretty much. It helps with the breeding process and marking/having large quantities of babies))

Amelia averted her eyes. She swallowed the chunk of apple. “S-sex. What are the rules on sex?” Her heart pounded in her ears. Her face was bright red. What was wrong with her!?

Amelia sat quietly, munching on her apple. What did that mean? Only as needed? What if she needed it now? She left like her body was going to explode. And last night didn’t help. “Can you sleep in the bed with me tonight? I have issues falling asleep by myself,” she decided moving on from the sex topic was best; he clearly wasn’t interested. She’d have to find other ways to get herself off while he was working in his workshop.

Amelia nodded, “okay...” she sighed.
She cleaned off the table, then wondered around the house more. She found some books on robotics and read them. She ended up falling asleep on the couch.

Amelia whimpered in her sleep. “No,” she mumbled, “don’t go,” she rolled over, curling into a ball, “don’t go,” she repeated, talking to someone in her dream.

Amelia whimpered a bit more before calming down. She relaxed under his touch.

Amelia woke up around dinner time. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. She groaned. This place was almost as boring as her room in the facility. She found the tv remote and managed to turn the tv on. She flipped through the channels.

Amelia caught a whiff of dinner. She stood and fixed the shirt before walking into the kitchen, “it smells good.”

“I’m not a picky eater, so I’m sure I will,” she assured him.

She sat and watched as he assembled his taco. She mimicked what he’d done, then took a bite. She moaned, “that’s so good.” She took another bite, regretting skipping lunch to nap. She slowed down her eating, “what are you going to do when your robots are done?”

She nodded slowly, “so you’re screwing them both over?” She watched him, curious, “when do you let yourself take a break? Working this much can’t be good for you.”

“I’m sure it’s fine,” she mumbled, then took another bite of food. “How often do you leave here? Could you buy some things for me the next time you’re out?”

She shook her head, “I just need some womanly things... so the sooner the better,” she looked down at her food, “I’ll make you a list for sure.”

Amelia finished eating. “I’m going to make the list now.” She scampered off. After finding a pen and pad of paper, she wrote her short list, then brought it back to him. She blushed and handed it to him, “Umm, thank you in advance.” She then went to the living room to watch tv.
The list included feminine hygiene products, erotica novels, a vibrator, and some dresses.

Amelia watched tv for a bit, board. She shifted a few times, her sexual angst building again. “Sethen?” She called, “when you said that sex was only a ‘if necessary’ type thing or whatever... what did you mean by that?”

She cleared her throat, “well—ummm—if you wanted to save money on that vibrator we could... you know...” oh god, she was such an awkward mess. Would it even feel good? She had a rough idea of what to do, but what if she messed up? What if he wasn’t attracted to her? What if this made things awkward? “Only if you want...”

Amelia’s heart pounded in her ears. She watched him, needed him. “You don’t have to. I know I’m probably not your type. It was—Umm—just a thought.” She wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting himself into. What if once wasn’t enough for her and she wanted more later? She stood.

Amelia swallowed. “Hot. Heavy. Hornet.” She blushed bright red. “I-I can handle it though. I don’t want you to think you have to. I just... am attached to you...” she glanced away. She barely knew this guy. Well, at least she was saying she was physically attracted to him and not something crazy like in love with him or something. That would be going too far.

Her body ached. Did he not realize that they pumped her with this stuff for years? It wasn’t going to leave her system overnight. Maybe in a couple months or years.
She followed him quietly, trying to think of anything but how she just ruined her chances at getting laid. She wanted to ask him if he was attracted to her. If he thought of her in that way, but didn’t. Of course he didn’t like her like that. She was just the lucky girl who got saved. Nothing more.
Those depressing thoughts seemed to dull the ache in her body.

Amelia nodded and knelt down. She squeezed her eyes shut, not sure what to expect. “I’m ready,” she whimpered.

She nodded and stood, hugging herself. “Thanks. I’m—Umm—going to go watch tv before bed.” She turned and quickly fled the room. Her mind folded with thoughts. Was she he first girl he rescued? Would she be the last? What happened when he was tired of her? Would he dump her out in the city and save a new girl from the breeding facility?
She sat on the couch. It was getting harder to be comfortable. Her own body felt foreign to her.

Eventually Amelia got board of tv and headed to bed too. She crawled onto the left side of the bed and curled into a hall. “Night,” she whispered, though doubted he even heard it. She closed her eyes and fell asleep surprisingly fast, thanks to the occupant shafting the bed with her.

Amelia woke up at one point. She rolled over to face Sethen. After napping all fat, she wasn’t very tired. But she wasn’t willing to push her luck and try what she had the night before. She listened to Sethen’s light snores and watched him sleep. She smiled lightly to herself. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t attracted to her; she could still watch him from affair and think of him in her dreams, right? Maybe she’d get over him and move on to some fantasy guy she’d make up in her head. She bit her lip, the overwhelming urges returning. She closed her eyes and focused on pleasuring herself, or at least trying.

Amelia let out a soft moan, “Sethen?” She whispered. She reached over and touched him. She slowly moved slower to him, seeing if it was possible to snuggle with him.

Amelia snuggled up to him and slung her arm and leg over him. Would this be enough? Just folding him? She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the burning desire.

“It’s nothing. Cant sleep. And I’m turned on. Just go back to sleep,” she whispered. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy him holding her. It was comforting.

Amelia’s breath caught and she nodded, “please,” she begged, giving in to the need.

((Yeah. You go first))

Amelia blinked her eyes open and smiled softly when Sethen’s face came into view. She sniffled closer to him.

She smiled lightly and closed her eyes again, enjoying this closeness. She finally felt like she belonged here in this place.

“Morning,” she whispered back, “I’m a bit soar, but overall I feel good.” She opened her eyes again to look at him, “how about you?”