Indulgence

The crackle of a preaching voice from an old radio buzzed in Ezekiel's ears. He jerked up but fell back in bed, realizing that laying on his left side made it completely numb. His blanket wrapped around his body, which made it impossible for him to look towards the sound.

Suddenly, his door clacked as the bolt slid aside and the doorknob jiggled.

"That sound…" Ezekiel said to himself, half asleep and half alert.

"Welcome to The Roué Station at 76*, the only radio station left in the Roebott Broadcasting Company using Amplitude Modulation!" spoke the cheery radio host, amidst the static.

"Ezekiel?" called out a familiar woman's voice.

There was a slam as the door shut and a click as the lock slid back into place. Distant clacks told him that she removed her heels by the door.

"Elle?! Is that you?" he called back, struggling to regain feeling in his left side.

"This morning, The Religious Talk brings you Pastooooor Reginnnnald!" droned on the radio host.

Ezekiel wiggled half his head outside of his blanket, like a burgeoning caterpillar from its cocoon. He spotted Eleanor brushing strands of her deep mocha-colored hair from her hazelnut eyes.

"Elle! It is you!" he happily greeted her.

She was sweet relief from what happened the other night.

"So, shall we keep the unity of the spirit in the bond of peace?" drawled the weak voice of Pastor Reginald.

"Ah, the radio!" Elle exclaimed, while turning down the volume. "Sorry about that. I brought you breakfast."

Ezekiel distractedly looked down from her caring gaze to the metal tray she offered him. There was a cup of Columbian blend coffee, a swordfish fillet cooked with carrots, tomato, celery, and a dash of serrano chilis, and a slice of buttered toast.

"Thank you, Elle, but I can't really move right now…" he awkwardly told her.

"Oh?" she replied sultrily. "You're a man already, Eze. You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me."

"No, that's not— ah, forget it."

Ezekiel stopped struggling and then rolled over, spreading the blanket out over his bed.

"Ah… much better."

He sat up and massaged his left arm.

"Are you sore? I can give you a massage, if you'd like," Elle asked.

"Hrm. Sure."

Elle carefully laid the tray down on the bedside table, atop pajamas and next to an old aluminum bat, since Ezekiel didn't want to be caught by surprise last night.

She sat beside Ezekiel and lifted up his left leg onto her plush thigh. Her Commando semi-opaque 35 Denier Tights provided a tiny barrier between their skin. Yet, she couldn't face him. Their close proximity sent Elle's brain into a frenzy as she delicately kneaded Ezekiel's muscles and carefully avoided scratching him with her black fingernails.

"Haaaa…" Ezekiel sighed in relief. "You're the greatest, Elle."

Elle's ears tinged in pink as her every breath slowly became rougher and rougher. She was touching Ezekiel! He even complimented her!

Ezekiel would never know the lengths Elle went to secure him for herself— from intruding on the incident 7 years ago, to isolating him, to working hard at home, to managing this rundown apartment complex with three floors, to even ensuring his dependence on her by providing his needs and desires.

Elle used hair curlers to get the sweeping hair Ezekiel liked and used the balayage technique for a flowing ombre look. The Piped Flutter Sleeve Wrap Dress she wore today, along with the tights, fit perfectly within Ezekiel's taste for mature women. Any unnatural makeup or jewelry would make him think of her as a gaudy showoff.

To be honest, the amount of time she spent perfecting her appearance, along with working, exercising, and caring for Ezekiel, culminated to this moment.

Elle wouldn't be busy this week, and now, Ezekiel desperately needed her. She couldn't waste this opportunity.

"You should eat up," she said. "You need the energy to get through the day."

"Hmm? I don't remember needing to do anything today. I know your cooking will be delicious, so I don't mind either way."

Ezekiel took the tray and began cutting the swordfish into bite-sized pieces. He nervously ate the slice of toast in his other hand. Elle's strawberry scent slowly filled the room, rousing a different hunger inside of him. Her appearance was also bewitching, like a perfect picture of a devoted wife. He admired her from her voluminous hair to her dedicated hands.

During his fantasies, Ezekiel's unbrushed teeth remained outside of his consideration, but Elle was fully aware of his condition. A forbidden taste is how she considered it. Speaking of taste, she also took snippets of food and a sip to test its taste. Additionally, this gave Ezekiel indirect kisses.

The sly mood around them was most certainly unreasonable, but their affection eroded any remaining rationale.

In the heat of the moment, Elle's gradually ascending hands elated the beast in Ezekiel's loins. As the distance shortened, his blood flow increased while the food on the tray disappeared. They forgot the indistinct jabbering from the radio and focused on each other.

"Elle," Ezekiel forced himself to state in the middle of moving the tray away. "Is it okay i-i-if…if you massage a bit higher?"

"Oh?" she hardly was able to say clearly. "How's this?"

Her hands moved almost upon the growing bulge in Ezekiel's pants. With a salivating mouth, Elle had trouble enunciating without drool spilling out. She now faced him head-on, hugging his left leg with her thighs through her tights.

"Elle…" he groaned. "Elle… am I good enough for you? Will you be fine with me?"

Ezekiel searched Elle's expression for any clues for rejection. She quietly gulped, raised her eyes to meet his and then softly smiled.

"I will always be there for you."

Elle moved his leg off of herself and started pulling down her tights. Seeing this, Ezekiel hurried to take off his shirt and unbutton his pants. He quickly became nude, with a raging hard-on exposed.

This wasn't enough time for Elle, so Ezekiel tossed his clothes in a pile next to his bed and crawled behind her. He lifted her dress from the bottom and lightly tugged off her black Bridget Cotton Thong.

Ezekiel admired the design on the lace waistband for a second. He turned to help take off her dress, but she already finished laying it at the foot of the bed. She held an arm across her chest, braless for some reason.

She calculated the effort being too much to present herself in one.

"I've got condoms here," Elle said, pulling them from the sash of her dress. "Or do you prefer it raw?"

Ezekiel swallowed his hesitation and decided to go all in.

"Can we do it raw, if you're fine with it?"

Her grin widened as she tossed the box off to the side. She bounced up the bed, sliding up against his body with her perky breasts rubbing along his chest. One of her hands brushed the hair out of her face and the other stroked down the small of his back.

Ezekiel felt her gentle breath tickle the sensitive skin of his neck. He felt her warm lips press against his own. She tasted like a banana, blueberry, and cherry blend but smelled like strawberry and cinnamon. The tingling along his back and the aggressive kissing aroused him further. His hardened manhood rubbed against her smooth chest, with a dribble of Cowper fluid snaking down her navel.

"Eze," Elle gasped in between kisses. "Do me too."

Empowered by her whispers, Ezekiel gently fondled her around her breast, gradually circling until he cupped it in his hands and thumbed her nipple. His other mischievous hand already made its way down along her waist to her thigh. Little by little, the hand touched her inner thigh and when it pounced on her vulva, Elle elicited a cry of surprise.

"Elle," Ezekiel spoke in a hushed voice. "Tell me when I'm getting closer."

Elle saw the determination in his eyes and so, his hand stimulated her labia folds. She escaped his lips.

"I'll tell you if you tell me too," she teased, blowing heated air in his ear.

"Sure," he lewdly called, just when he eased a wet finger inside.

"Mmmah~!" Elle purred in his ear.

She nibbled on his earlobe as his finger felt for her pleasure point and another damp finger pampered her clitoris. Her arms wrapped around his neck while one of her hands rubbed his head and the other explored the back of his neck.

"Higher," Elle murmured. "And deeper."

"Ah!" cried Ezekiel. "Yeah, right there. Right in the middle of my back."

With their pleasure points steadily being exposed, they deeply kissed.

"Do you need lube?" he suddenly asked.

"No," she huffed. "I'll be fine."

Ezekiel's erect manhood prodded the entrance, soaking in her arousal fluid. He eased into Elle's well-maintained womanhood, pushing against the resistance. Ezekiel restrained his orgasmic pleasure, methodically tracing a path for her pleasure points to the entrance of her cervix. Their panting filled the room, overriding the religious speaker on the radio.

Elle laid on her back, her legs wrapped around Ezekiel's waist. Her plump rear slapped against his skin while he was filling her. She contracted her inner walls to grip Ezekiel since he began rubbing at her cervix. The length of his manhood touched the trail of pleasure points inside of Elle, bringing her closer and closer to peaking.

"Elle, I'm going to—"

"Do it! Fill me until I'm full!"

With one final grunt, Ezekiel prepared to discharge directly in the opening of her cervix. He felt his manhood expand one last time before sending a hot load into Elle's cervix.

Ezekiel managed two last thrusts and then pulled out. Elle felt like the spurt settled in her womb. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat and tired from the long time spent entangled.

"How was I?" Ezekiel asked in between breaths. "You were my first, so I'm not experienced."

"You were more than I imagined," Elle sighed. "I'm glad you took my virginity."

"Huh?"

Elle giggled at his shocked face. In Ezekiel's mind, his great and precious caretaker should have been experienced.

"I'm thankful you were a careful gentleman. If you were a voracious beast, you could have torn me up and crushed my insides."

Ezekiel laughed with her.

"You're exaggerating. There's no way a normal person like me could hurt you."

Elle ruffled his hair and then poked his nose.

"Fine, then. You should really start believing in yourself more."

"Gah, I know. I should really start being more responsible…"

Elle hugged his arm and snuggled down on his big pillow. She didn't say it, but she was also thankful that she prepared for this. Her toys were modeled as a smaller version of him, after all.

"Hey, Elle. I should get a job."

"Eh!?" she shouted, breaking out of her daydreaming. "Why!?"

"Elle, you've always been taking care of me for all these years," Ezekiel mumbled, as he scratched his head. "I worried that I'd be a burden to you for your entire life. Isn't it time that I take responsibility now, as your boyfriend?"

His blushing face made Elle burst out laughing.

"W-what's so funny?" he demanded.

"You're acting so childishly and still don't understand? Forget it. It's fine. Let me take care of everything."

"B-but, aren't I a leech? All I do is record myself playing games and reacting to things! Only one person cares about everything I worked on."

Elle grabbed his cheek and rubbed it.

"Eze. You already know what I tell you all the time."

"Yeah," he nodded. "You'll always be there for me… but I want to be there for you too."

Elle pinched his cheek.

"Ouch!"

"Fine. We'll talk about it tomorrow. You're jobless but you can't get a job as you are now. Where's your transportation? Car insurance? Resumé? And so on!"

Ezekiel quietly stayed embarrassed.

"Alright! I'm tired. Let me take a nap here."

"Sure," he agreed. "I said I'll also take responsibility!"

Elle giggled and hugged his arm tighter.

"You're so childish…"

"Ugh…"

She closed her eyes and went to sleep in a matter of seconds.

"When she says she will, she will. As expected of Elle…" Ezekiel muttered to himself. "Ah, that's right! She said she'd always be there for me, but she wasn't my sole viewer!"

He grabbed his phone and opened up NoobTube.

"No, no, no. I shouldn't feel betrayed. She's been so busy taking care of herself and my lifestyle. It's my fault she couldn't spare any time to…"

In truth, Elle really was too busy at the beginning. But, she noticed he already got a fan before she could make time for him. In this way, she became friends with StrangerDanger and joined the "Carpe Diem" chat group. StrangerDanger admired the mundanity and obscurity of Ezekiel, so Elle never worried about them developing a relationship.

That way, Elle stole the credit as his only fan while StrangerDanger shared his videos to the chat group. ProTube had a different view counting system than NoobTube, so the statistics weren't affected. The problem now was that Elle forgot about the importance that his fan identity had when she planned to finally sleep with him.

Ezekiel reviewed his NoobTube to check on his disturbing fan for these reasons.

"H-huh? Where is it?"

He looked through his chat groups, his messages, his inbox, and even his video history. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find evidence of ProTube existing.

"So it was my imagination… but… I was so sure of it happening yesterday. I could feel my earbuds like it happened a moment ago."

Ezekiel grabbed his earbuds and plugged them in.

"Ah, whatever. I'll deal with it tomorrow."

So, he checked his subscription feed and watched the newest releases...