Fallen: A Narrative Fiction

Lola tried to make sense of what was happening, to connect to something she had lost so long ago. Somewhere in her mind had to be the answer, like some hidden part of her that knew what this all meant. But it was like wondering around a room she should know while blind. She knew somewhere was the answer, but she just couldn't see where. So she was left fumbling about for what was right or wrong.

"I don't even know what it means to be a fox anymore." she finally admitted her eyes looking down to his chest as she hid beneath her hair. "I don't know anything about myself or what I am." Lola felt the shame and sadness of her past nagging at her as they spoke. She only had a few years to recall or pull information from. And those years had been spent as a sex toy not a fox. It was than Lola realized she had simply fallen back to being that, and now she was sitting locked and forcing a sweet boy to have to claim her.
Lola shivered on top of Fallen, her body soaked in reaction to feeling him firmly locked within her body.
Each small movement felt amazing, yet all too much all at the same time. "I'm so....sorry...ah..." she bit her lower lip as Fallen gripped her hips and forced her to be still. She felt totally guilty for enjoying the way he felt within her body. But she couldn't help how her body reacted to him. Even after her orgasm Lola ached in a way she had never felt before. "Feel...I feel...I feel you." she shivered once more unable to look him in the eyes. "I don't knowah, how to ah...explain it." Lola shook her head knowing she wasn't making any sense. But how was she supposed to tell him what was happening when she had never felt anything like it
before.