This choice: Ana’s voice calling out for her niece, saying it’s time to go home • Go Back...Chapter #10Set on Home by: bobob1   The lavishing attention of Isabella’s kisses continued to rain down upon your body as you struggled to fight her off, your feeble movements doing nothing but slightly massaging her lips as she made contact over and over again. With each kiss the smirking lips drew inexorably lower, drawing dangerously close to somewhere you would rather they not be. To make matters worse, you could feel a distinctive wetness as the girl’s tongue continued to periodically peek out from her mouth, not quite licking you, and perhaps not even intentionally, but warm and wet and disturbingly tantalising at the edge of your senses. Of the many mishaps you’d been exposed to in your life, this was the first time you’d experienced something like this and you were momentarily frozen by indecision.
The Brazilian beauty, on the other hand, felt no sense of hesitation at all, only spurred on by your small pleasant movements, and taking your lack of apparent protest as permission to take things further. This was new ground for her as well, but while such things left you confused and uncertain they only excited Isabella, whose tongue again drifted out with purpose as she licked across your abdomen. In truth it didn’t taste like much of anything, but it sent a thrill down her spine none the less at the reality of what she doing, and the thought of what came next. Should she remove your clothes now? Should she remove her own? Or should she just go straight for the prize and…
“Isabella!! Onde você está!? É hora de sair!” Startled by the sudden exclamation from outside, the bodacious beauty pulled back at the last moment, her facial features immediately overtaken by a luminescent blush as she turned around, momentarily convinced that the speaker was standing right behind her. The shock caused her hand to clench down involuntarily, and you quickly found yourself surrounded and crushed on all sides by powerful fingers, your malleable body squished into the lines of her palm. While immensely painful, you were pleased that her progress had been halted before it could go too far, though a small part of you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed at the result.
For a brief moment Isabella was confused as she turned to find a wholly empty shack, and briefly wondered if her mind was playing tricks on her before another cry of “Isabella!!” alerted her that the voice was coming from outside of the shack. Recognising the voice as her aunt’s, the Brazilian looked down at her hand in consternation, only to gasp and release her grip as she suddenly realised what she had done. “Ah não. Você está bem homenzinho?” Fear and remorse crossed her pretty face, though her expression morphed to relief when she saw you starting to reform, confident that any damage she had done was temporary only, and that she could make it up to you later. “Graças a Deus. Eu sinto muitíssimo.” Another call of her name drew her attention away, as she turned to yell a response, hoping it would reach her aunt. “Eu estou aqui Ana! Eu estarei fora em um momento!”
The volume of the sudden shout was unexpected, and your still partially flattened hands rose to protect your reforming ears as you curled in on yourself. As such you failed to hear the response from the voice outside, but knew that something must have been said as Isabella looked back at you with a pleased gaze, her smile widening as you continued to reform and attempted to struggle to your feet. From your perspective you could almost see the gears in her head turning, and knew that she was contemplating something. Even if you hadn’t understood the words of the conversation that had passed, you could tell at least that someone, a woman by the sound of their voice, had been calling for Isabella’s attention, which meant that she was going to leave the shack soon. This would be your best chance yet to get free, but that all depended on what her plans for you would be.
Unaware of your true thoughts, Isabella was busy contemplating the safest future for you. Whatever you were, whether human or something else, it was clear to her that you were not safe lost in the comparably giant world of normal humans. The brunette didn’t know how you had managed to survive before meeting her, and could only presume it was due to dumb luck. She didn’t mean you any harm, but just couldn’t think of anywhere you would be safer than with her. You needed her, and it was with that thought in mind that she smiled down at you, conveying warmth and love. “Eu preciso ir para casa agora, Sam. Considerando tudo, acho que você estará mais seguro se vier comigo. Não se preocupe, eu vou cuidar de você. Nada vai te machucar se você estiver comigo.” She tilted her head at the look of abject confusion that crossed your face, far too many words being spoken for you to even attempt to glean their meaning. “Casa. Voce entende? Casa. Minha casa.”
Your Portuguese skills were non-existent, but thankfully the word ‘casa’ was the same in both Spanish and Portuguese, and you knew enough of the former to recognise it as ‘home’. For a brief shining moment you allow yourself to hope that Isabella had finally understood your plight and meant to take you home, before the logical part of your brain told you that your hope was a lie and that it was far more likely that she intended to take you to her own abode. ‘Minha’ was most likely equivalent to the Spanish ‘mi’, so she wasn’t taking you home, she was taking you to her house. What was less clear was whether she was simply advising or asking, and the questioning look on her face made you hope for the later as you raised your voice in response. “I… I can’t go with you. I need to go back to my own home. My own family. My uhh… familia casa. My own casa. Not to yours.”
At first the Brazilian girl looked confused as you spoke, but her eyes lit up part way through in a way that did not fill you with confidence, and you’d barely finished speaking when she excitedly gave her response. “Minha casa de familia? Sim! Eu moro junto com minha tia lá. Embora seja apenas temporário, enquanto eu estiver na América.” She wasn’t sure why it mattered to you whether she lived alone or with a family, but perhaps you just wanted the company, so she was quick to reassure you that you’d receive the attention you deserved. “Não se preocupe, a tia Ana é adorável. Tenho certeza que ela vai amar você também!” It might take some explaining but she was sure that her kind and welcoming aunt would accept you into her home. More importantly, Isabella was just ecstatic that you had agreed to come with her, quickly clutching her hand and you to her chest and burying you against the flesh of her left breast. “Eu vou te levar para casa agora. E então, quando eu deixar este país, você virá ao Brasil, onde poderá conhecer o resto da minha família. Eu só sei que minha mãe e irmãs vão te amar também, e nós podemos brincar juntos o quanto você quiser!”
Though you couldn’t understand even a tenth of what had been said, and couldn’t speak regardless with Isabella’s flesh filling your mouth, you knew you had messed up and that she clearly still intended to take you with her. From the number of words she had said you expected she had been explaining her long term plans for your relationship, but still had no idea what she truly intended, which in many ways was probably worse than knowing. You had at least picked out the name ‘Brazil’ and your heart stuttered in your chest at the concept of being taken overseas by this girl. Desperate to be free you tried to struggle from your captor’s iron grip, but she evidentially interpreted your movements as squirms of excitement and just squeezed you tighter, almost cooing as she smiled down at you with overflowing affection, keen to protect this strange little man from any threat.
“Isabella! O que você está fazendo? Nós precisamos ir!” Another cry from outside caused the Brazilian girl to finally relent in her loving embrace, pulling you away from her chest and giving you a chance to breath as she turned to shout a quick “Estou chegando!” to her waiting aunt. With renewed purpose her dark eyes looked back to you, bottom lip momentarily drawn between her lips as she contemplated how to carry you out of the shack and to Ana’s car. She wondered where you would be safest. And should she show you to her aunt now or wait for a more opportune moment? Seeing a chance you tried to speak up, but were quickly cut off as Isabella made her decision and…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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