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It was not especially long before Maxim fell asleep, comforted by the angel’s presence. He slept well, untroubled by dreams, feeling new purpose and drive. Confident he could regain his realm, bring justice to his enemies. When he woke up he looked to the holy figure that watched over him. He would discuss his strategy with her first, with his guard later. But he had a question. “Holy Anahel, before taking my next step, I want to be clear how much freedom I have. How far you will fight for me. How much freedom do I have to punish my enemies. I have no intention to strike those who are willing to surrender. With the possible exceptions of officers. I have the gods’ blessing to strike down my enemies as I see fit, and to use your power to help do that?” He not harm civilians of course, they were his people after all. “Also, after I regain my kingdom, do I have the approval to take the war to Vanoria? I do not intend to conquer it, but punish the kingdom who invaded my realm.”

Logan nodded at that answer. It was less extreme than he was expecting to be honest. The rape scene was the closest to what expected. He was going to push though. Part of being a friend was to understand her. He wanted to understand what exactly she enjoyed about some of these things. “What exactly do you find most appealing about it, the whips for example? Is it the pain itself, or something else connected to it.”

Logan did not know for sure what he wanted to do. Could he do such things? Would he do such things? It was too early to know for sure, but this conversation was partially to help him answer this question. To figure out more of her thought process, how much and in what ways she wanted it. "For now I am just trying to figure things out." Part of that was to get a sense of what she wanted. She put them on the list after all, so he did not her to be uncomfortable with his following questions. "For example, what exactly were you personally looking for, with things like 'whips' or 'blade play'?" She was offering to let herself be hurt, but exactly how much, in what fashion? He would not question her methods for coping. He just wanted to understand them a little better for now.

Your shoes will make you happy today...in bed.

There is no greater pleasure than seeing your loved ones prosper...in bed.

What won't I find in there?

Never give up. You're not a failure if you don't give up...in bed.

Can I search within you for answers?

Thinking on the book again did lead Logan back to one tricky thought. “…Anya, those things on your list, would you actually be happy if someone like me came back another time and started trying them with you?” They were rather extreme, especially to someone who only just lost his virginity. But if he was right, that she was looking at them to help cope with her earlier abuse…maybe that was she wanted, someone like him to indulge her ‘darker’ desires.

That was a good question. The book had almost been overwhelming. No matter how niche your tastes, no matter sort of woman attracted you, you could find at least one woman fitting your desires there. There even things that should have impossible to find, like a mother that could be hired with her daughter, to train the daughter. Or a teen girl that was apparently a gender bent boy turned girl, among other things. Why did he pick Anya? He certainly was not expecting things to go the way they did. “It would be a lie of course to say your body had nothing to do with it. Beyond that? I guess there was a little curiosity about why someone like you was interested in the more things on your profile. I was also trying to find someone that could help me, not just lose my virginity, but deal with women in general. I’m not sure I can put into words exactly why I picked you over others for that.”

Well he tired himself out at least, though in appreciation of Anya's body and how badly she wanted it. "Well, I'm not sleepy yet. Just a little tired from the 'work out'." He took her other suggestion though, sliding off of her and embracing her. Though at this second he did not have any questions for her, he had asked all the major questions that had come to mind earlier, He would let her ask questions if she wanted to and see if it inspired any in him.

I duuno, how is it?

Logan was still content to rest for now. But it was still rather early in the night. Intense as the sex was he was not so exhausted to sleep, though he was taking the moment to recover. The question was how this would impact the rest of the night. There probably would be more sex eventually, when he could do it again. But now, as friends, there were certainly other things they would be doing tonight. He was curious to see what they would be, and how different it would be now with this significant change.

That’s okay. No rush, just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a response you thought you made but had not.

There was the question. The safer question. What she was allowed to be with customers she liked enough. It was not a drastic change between what they were already doing. They still be whore and customer too, but know each better, meet and have sex, because they wanted to, even if he still paid her. A personal feel. Logan was a little surprised to be offered it so quickly. A whore usually only offered this to regular favorites. But he was happy it was offered. “I’ll be your friend, Anya.”

Will just check again that it was not some site error or other mistake, maybe you thought you replied but it didn't go through? Usually you reply and like my post at the same time, though with the last one you just liked it.

Still too soon to know. She was recovering still, lost in the afterglow of such an orgasm. He would just appreciate the moment. "It was amazing." He had always expected sex to feel wonderful, but whether it was because of Anya or not, that had been considerably better than he expected. He did not regret coming here, having to pay for it. He was more convinced now that he would return, repeatedly. Though how often, and how far they would go were still up in the air.

As she tightened around him, he finally released it with a groan. Probably the most intense he had ever felt it. It did not take long for him to drop, resting on top of Anya finally catching his breath. Being able to rationally think about what happened. Now he was curious though. To see how she would react once she had rested a bit. Would she try to put the shell up or not. He was not going to say anything for a moment, waiting to see which she chose to do.

That was what he was trying to do. Though his body could only hold out so much longer. "I...don't know how much longer I can go." He warned he as he continued to pound away aggressively at her. Almost like an animal, reinforced by the position. He had no idea how close she was for sure. He would give it to her if he could but if it took too much longer he might not be able to do it. He felt his load building up again, this time yearning to be released where it was meant to go, in a woman yearning for it.

Logan did not think he could keep it up much longer. Her body was trying to draw his seed into her womb. He was inclined to let it happen too. But it felt so good he did not want it to happen yet. He did not want it happen before Anya's climax if he could help it. He tried as hard as he could to hold it in, while pounding her harder, their bodies slapping together each time he went all the way in. Groaning as he tried to delay the inevitable and at how good she felt.

It was hard to deny that position, seeing Anya like that, genuinely begging to fucked by him. He got on his knees, firmly grasped Anya's hips and pushed in. It did not take him long to go harder than before, the position instinctively told him to do it. It was the natural thing to do with a woman like this. Less passion than before, pure fucking, but still with both of them thinking of each other and looking at each other quite differently than when he came in. It was not the same as a customer telling her to do this, something that would certainly happen at some point.

She was restless. Logan could tell that much, that as good as she felt, She just wanted more. As much as he did not want to, he pushed himself up pulling out briefly, to let her get into a position she wanted. He may have been the customer. But at the moment having sex with Anya was good enough. He was not picky about the position was even looking forward to trying others. "Show you how you want it." Was that another line? Had she ever even been asked such a simple question. Certainly not by her father, perhaps not by previous customers either.

It felt as good as he hoped, if not better. Logan did not want it to end too quickly but it hard to control of himself as this point. He had no idea what was going to happen when this was over, how honest Anya would be with how she felt right now, whether she tried to go back completely to the professional, do so with cracks showing in the shell, or just be honest. She was becoming one of the girls she mentioned before, thinking of him more than a customer, more than a friend. He had asked for advice earlier, Anya had offered him practice, would it still be 'practice' after this? He had no idea, only that he would keep seeing her, frequently as he could afford to. Those thoughts were expressed physically as he picked up he was pounding her, still kissing her for another moment, when she returned it so eagerly.

Had they crossed some sort of line already? Logan did not know, but whether they had or not, it was too late to stop. He did not care that she was a whore, that other men would fuck her, or that he had to pay to do the same. Hearing and seeing her like this was enough. He kept thrusting at his current speed, but made a point of kissing her, clumsily pushing his tongue into her mouth. For the moment she was genuinely his, regardless of her job. He had no idea how he did it so quickly, without really trying, whether it had anything to do with her past trauma and desire for something she saw in him as a man. Though he did not really care about the reasons in the moment.

Maxim was thankful it was not constant, but it was also very useful that it was an option to consider for later use. “There may be times I want you to do that. It would be especially convenient in battle, or other times I want to tell you something secretly.” He began crawling into the bed. “I am going to try to consider my next step as I wait for sleep. See if I have a good first step for us to prepare for in the morning. Good night, Holy Anahel.” He laid down and closed his eyes, began trying to consider if they already attempt to retake one of the border towns of his kingdom. Also to decide in what ways he wanted to use Anahel’s power. Whether to have her openly reveal herself.