"I'm here," Nathan replied in a low voice. "It's probably just the sound of mice, Lestari."
Thump.
The sound was louder, like something falling in the kitchen.
Lestari whimpered softly. Nathan heard her get out of bed quickly. She fumbled in the dark and suddenly, she was next to him, crawling into his mattress, her warm, trembling body slipping next to him on the narrow mattress.
"Don't go," she hissed, clutching his arm tightly. "Please, don't leave me alone."
Nathan froze. He could feel her rapid heartbeat against his arm. The scent of her fruity shampoo filled his nostrils. He tried to stay calm, professional.
"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "But I have to check that out. To make sure there's nothing there."
"No!" she protested, hugging him tighter. "Don't! If you leave, 'he' will come in!"
"Who?" Nathan asked, confused.
"The spirit! The guardian of this house! I've heard the stories! He hates women who are alone!" Lestari said, hysteria beginning to creep into her voice.
Nathan wanted to laugh it off, but her fear felt so real. And in the darkness, with her trembling body pressed against him, logic began to fade.
He could feel her warmth through her thin pajamas. Every breath she took made her body rub against his arm. Lust, which he hadn't invited and didn't want, began to smolder within him. His Bed Power System, always on standby, began to hum softly.
[Sexual Empathy Boost +25% activated. Scanning target's emotional state: Extreme fear, in need of comfort and physical distraction. Subconscious Desire: To feel safe through closeness and physical pleasure.]
Nathan sighed. This was a very bad idea. He tried to pull away.
"Lestari, we can't—"
But she cut him off. "Please, Nathan," she whispered, and now her voice wasn't just afraid, but also filled with a different kind of need. "Make me forget. Make me feel... alive. Not just scared."
In the darkness, she lifted her face. Nathan could see the shadow of her eyes, large and luminous. And then, without him being able to control it anymore, he bent down and kissed her.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a kiss filled with hunger, fear, and a plea for escape. Lestari responded immediately, her hands grabbing his face, pulling him closer, as if he were her savior from a world of ghosts and bad memories.
Nathan surrendered to the urgings of the system and his own body. His hands, trained to give pleasure, began to explore. He felt Lestari's slender and supple body beneath her pajamas, every perfect curve.
"Nathan," she moaned between kisses, "I... I've never..."
The confession made Nathan pause for a moment. "Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"I'm sure," she replied, with sudden conviction. "I want my first time to be with someone who saved me. With you."
Those words were the final permission he needed. With a gentle movement, he released her pajamas. Her skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips. He kissed her again, deeper, while his hands massaged her small, firm breasts, making her sigh.
He reversed their position, laying her down gently on the mattress. He didn't rush. Even though his lust was burning, his system guided him to slow down, to make sure the girl was ready, to make her comfortable.
He used his mouth and hands to map every inch of her body, finding what made her sigh and writhe. He concentrated on the spots that made her moan softly—the curve of her neck, the inside of her thighs, her flat stomach. He made her so busy with pleasure that the noises outside the room were completely forgotten.
"Please, Nathan," she begged again, but this time with a different tone—a tone that asked for fullness. "I'm ready."
Nathan entered her very slowly, very carefully, watching every expression on her face.
There was a slight pain, a wrinkle on her forehead, which was soon replaced by another sensation.
Nathan began to move, slowly at first, then with a steady rhythm.
Every thrust was a promise of protection. Every moan from Lestari was an acknowledgment of trust. He held her close, whispering words of comfort and praise in her ear.
"You're safe," he murmured, while his body moved. "I'm here. No one's going to hurt you."
Lestari responded with fervor, surrendering herself completely to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her hands clawed at his back, urging him to go faster, harder.
The sounds outside? They were gone. The only sounds now were their ragged breaths, moans of pleasure, and the sigh of sheets rubbing together.
Nathan felt his climax approaching. He looked at Lestari, her sweet face contorted by concentration and overwhelming sensation. He reached deeper, touching something that made her eyes widen.
"Nathan!" she shrieked, her body tensing like a bow, and then she trembled uncontrollably beneath him, shaken by a powerful orgasm.
Her vibrations triggered Nathan. With a final groan, he reached his peak, filling her with warmth, a strange feeling of possession and protection.
They lay side by side for a few moments, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Lestari looked at him, her eyes sparkling with wonder and something else—deep gratitude.
"The noises... are gone," she whispered.
Nathan smiled, brushing the hair from her sweaty face. "Maybe they were just jealous."
Lestari hugged him tightly, resting her head on his chest. "Thank you. For... everything."
Nathan held her close, realizing that he might have crossed a line, but also given her exactly what she needed. He had banished her ghosts, both real and imagined.
A few moments passed.
"How about one more time?" Nathan asked.
Lestari nodded immediately.
Nathan could no longer restrain himself. Lestari's innocent yet passionate consent had released all control. His Level 3 Bed Power System was operating at peak efficiency, but this was no longer about the system—this was about the urgent and primal need between two bodies that needed each other.
After their intense first orgasm earlier, Nathan did not pull out. Instead, he remained inside her, feeling every subtle contraction of Lestari's sheath that was still adjusting to his mighty presence. His shaft, still hard and throbbing, felt surrounded by perfect warmth and pressure.
"Nathan," Lestari moaned, her breath still ragged, "it... it still feels... so full."
He let out a low groan, feeling how tight and deep her grip was. "You feel so perfect, Lestari," he murmured, gazing into her still-glazed eyes. "As if you were made just for me."
He began to move again, but this time with a different movement. Not full thrusts, but subtle and deep frictions. He lifted his hips slowly, almost completely out, until only his tip was still connected, making Lestari moan with loss. Then, with a deliberate and slow movement, he pushed back, fully entering, filling every empty space.