The rocky road of love - Chapter four
#4 of The rocky road of love
Chapter Four: Conquest
Next stage.
Cherry's next move flowed straight in from the last one, Peter spent more time at her house and sometimes she went over to his. She questioned him every now and then about whether he had a girlfriend, and wouldn't his family think it weird that he brought a girl home that he wasn't even dating. Poor mouse just gave her one-word answers or even whole sentences such as that it was all right no one actually cared.
This female rabbit's subtle workings were pushed over time, and the subject sank in to the same pits of depravity that she constantly lived in. She kept it up until everything was complete, by the time he realised he was corrupt he accepted that Cherry was a good teacher. That made her laugh it amused her and gave her a certain amount of control, she wasn't a bad person just the past had taught her to be tough. However the heart remains fragile.
Not long after the two had begun to seriously flirt with one another, they ended up in all sorts of difficult situations mainly when they had a few seconds to themselves and almost getting caught fondling each other.
Peter took the initiative, "Cherry why don't you come over to my house"?
"Uh sure alright", she giggled. In her mind she was already planning ahead.
At Peter's house upstairs in his rather luxurious room, filled with anime memorabilia the two sat on his bed. It was going to be an innocent day of watching anime cuddled together, when you stick a horny virgin and a nymphomaniac rabbit in the same room things happen.
He happened to be clumsy and nervous as he pulled off her blue striped top and bra, he groped her breasts playing with them like a curious child is with letter blocks. Cherry rolled her blue eyes slipped off his bed to finish undressing herself, kneeling back on his mattress her deft fingers had already unclasped his belt and jeans. The fact she unclothed him rather swiftly meant she was eager enough to take him, joy of joys the mouse happened to well endowed for his species. Kissing Peter lightly she pressed her bare body against his, breasts brushing over his chest as her hands took a hold of his and began to guide him. Cherry directed his left hand to be between her legs where he instinctually started rubbing his fingertips over her nub, she placed his right hand on her ass just above her oh so fluffy tail. Her own right hand found itself around his erection curling fingers about the width, slowly as they kissed she pumped from base to tip in long stroking motions.
She got wet it dripped over her thighs and his exploring fingers, Peter having never seen female lubrication was fascinated at it. Facing her Peter let instinct take him over gently pushing the bunny down on to her back, pulling her legs apart and with a little help from Cherry he groaned as he entered her wetness. Being that's all new to him Peter just shuddered in pleasure at finally inside a girl, he looked down at her with his green eyes and licked his lips. According to her all males knew how to thrust once they had gotten in, to prove her theory right the mouse bucked his hips thrusting in hard. Lifting her hips to gently grind up against him she could get her own pleasure from this, though she still tried to tell him how to do it for them both to get something out of this he had ceased to listen to her. Their moans were low and soft to avoid getting caught by his family; languidly they tried to get some sort of a rhythm together. Pitiful it worked for a while if she set the movement and the pace, but every time he tried to speed the pleasurable patter was lost.
Peter came with a soft pleased grunt shooting his seed inside of her, Cherry didn't get anything at all and once they separated she tried to coax him to finish her but he took no interest.
She went home.
Upon her own bed with her vibrating toy she regretted having done anything at all, not only had it been disappointing but also when she half stormed out his front door he declared his love for her. And it was that which cut her deep inside to add to her guilt of using him. Cherry curled up on her bed to cry in to her pillow, tears soaked in to the fabric and did little to comfort her.
Peter showed up at hers the next day knocking on her bedroom door, she invited him and half ignored him as she busied herself on her computer.
"Cherry we need to talk", he choked.
You could see her shoulders visible drop at that, "I used you, you can say you love me all you want but its not going to change anything. You know I got someone and I won't leave him for you, I can't love you but I can use you its what I'm good at".
"I don't care I'm not going to stand in the way of him, but if being used feels that good then I want to do it more often". Peter sounded hopeful.
"Whatever at least you know where you stand now", giving out her despondent tone. She saw him out of her room, went to her bed to curl upon it again.
Days, weeks even a month passed before Cherry ever slept with Peter again, and she only did it because he had snuck in to her bedroom and played with her until she was too horny to say no. She had no feelings for him to her he was just a friend, but he loved her and she couldn't stand it because it hurt her. Once he got her going there was no turning back, only forwards to satisfy the hunger he caused. More weeks would pass and Cherry hid more often in her room trying to avoid the mouse, but Peter ever insistent and constant in his begging for sex would eventually win out. She now began to wander who was using who and he didn't care when she tried to tell him how to do it, he refused to learn the best way of having good sex determined as he was to just please himself. Peter would sneak up behind the rabbit kiss the top of her head and her long ears, stroke his fingers through her black hair then promptly grope her breasts. Every time Cherry told him to behave all she got back was that he couldn't help himself, and once more after another bout of hard fucking Cherry remained in her room as he left.
It made her feel bad it made her feel worthless, she fumbled on a shelf among her books for her knife. Turn back to something that was far more familiar than anything else in her life, the metal blade flashed and red bleeding lines now laced her left arm.
Cherry cried on her bed curled up in to a tight ball.