Sacrifice in the Name of Love

Sacrifice in the Name of Love

 — Michelle, you look wonderful today, — I say to her, stretching a sweet smile across my face.

 — Thank you, — she says, lowering her eyes shyly.

***

 — Need help? — I whisper almost into Michelle's ear. She shudders.

 — No, thank you, Timo. I can manage myself, — she shakes her head in refusal. I reach out and take her bag — she doesn't resist, only shyly averts her eyes again.

***

 — Michelle, what's wrong? Why are you sad? — I sit down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. She looks into my eyes as if trying to read something in them.

 — Don't you ever get sad sometimes? Just

like that… for no reason? — she averts her gaze, pressing against me.

 — No. There's always a reason for sadness… A person can't just cry or laugh for no reason. There's a reason for everything… — I gaze dreamily at the ceiling, feeling her warmth beside me. Michelle rests her head on my shoulder and sighs heavily.

 — I don't know… I don't know anything anymore…

I begin to run my fingers through strands of her hair, trying to calm her, to take away her nervousness.

***

I make my way through the crowd, searching for Michelle with my eyes. There are many people around: some are dancing, some are just chatting, some are also looking for their friends. In this crowd, it's so hard to find the right person that sometimes it seems impossible.

When the search already seems futile, my gaze stumbles upon a familiar figure at a table nearby. Michelle, as always, sits immersed in her thoughts, noticing nothing around her. I walk quickly towards her and, reaching her table, sit down opposite my friend.

 — Hi, — I say, shouting over the club music.

 — Hi, — she mouths silently.

 — Feeling sad again?

She nods her head affirmatively.

 — Want me to give you a cure for sadness and sorrow? — I take a pink heart-shaped pill from my pocket. She jerks her head sharply and looks at me as if I were a criminal.

 — Is this drugs? — her eyes show fright, horror, fear…

 — No… It's ecstasy… It's just a sedative… — a lie for a good cause has never been punishable, and if it's for my own good, even more so, — so what? Agree to forget about sadness? — I extend my hand with the pill to her.

 — No… Don't… — she lowers her head and clenches her hands into fists. I stand up to move closer to Michelle.

 — Don't be afraid, — I whisper in her ear, stroking her back with my hand, — you'll feel better… much better. Trust me. Do you believe me? — I try to look into her eyes, but she doesn't look.

 — Michelle, look at me… Please… — she raises her eyes to me, — Do you believe me?

 — Yes, — she whispers, nodding her head affirmatively, — I believe.

 — Then take it… — I offer her the pill again. She reaches out for it but hesitates to take it.

 — Take it… Don't be afraid… I'm here… — and she believes me. She takes the pill and swallows it, washing it down with water. She believes me, and she always will. Simply because she's attached. It's in her blood. We've been friends since childhood, and deceiving each other was beyond our power. But that was before… Michelle doesn't know what I'm planning to do with her. And I will hope she never finds out… Otherwise, she will never forgive me…

 — Will it work soon? — she asks me hesitantly.

 — Wait a little… — I answer her, smiling at my thoughts.

***

 — Timo, my head is spinning… What did you give me? — Michelle moans.

 — It will all pass soon… You believe me, right? — I look into her eyes, squeezing her hands in mine, — Do you believe me?

 — I believe… — she sighs and rests her head on my shoulder.

 — Bear with it a little longer… Everything will change soon…

***

 — I love everyone! This world is beautiful! — Michelle shouts from the dance floor, moving to the beat of the music. I approach and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me.

 — Do you love me? — I ask her, breathing hotly on her neck and lightly touching her lips.

 — I do! Timo, of course, I love you! — Michelle throws her head back and laughs merrily.

 — How much? — I smile slyly at her.

 — As much as you want… — there's a joyful smile on her face, and a sparkle in her eyes that I haven't seen in so long.

 — Then I want it like this…

I cover her lips with mine, embracing her more tightly. Michelle obediently parts her lips, letting my tongue in. I caress her palate, her tongue, she pliantly presses against me, and I understand that she doesn't care about anything now. She's already ready to be mine, although that's not what I was after… I break away from her lips and pull her by the hand towards a private room. She follows obediently, batting her eyelashes enchantingly.

***

 — I'll be right back, — I say to Michelle, leaving her. She lies on the bed, half-naked, languidly closing her eyes. Nothing matters to her now. Now she just feels good, and nothing can spoil this pleasure. Now she's somewhere in another world.

***

 — Come in. Be brave, — I push you in the back so you enter the room. After all, all this was done for you… Only for you did I make Michelle fall in love with me. Only for you did I stage this performance. Only for you… Do you think I don't notice the passion and lust with which you look at her? Do you think I don't notice how you try to accidentally touch her? Do you think I don't notice how you cherish every minute spent with her? Do you think I don't notice all of this?!

And yet, I also want warmth, affection, love… And for that, I sacrifice my friend. I don't care. After having sex with her, you will thank me forever. And I know what I will ask for as a reward. You will be mine, whatever it costs me! And Michelle will help me with this. I know it's low. Despicable. But I have no way out. Linke, you drive me crazy…

 — Go, Linke… Don't be afraid… — I say quietly to you, pointing to the bed. You approach the bed and freeze at the sight: half-undressed Michelle, ready for anything.

 — Don't you want her? — I whisper in your ear like a tempter.

 — N… no… — you barely manage to say.

 — Why are you lying to me? — I press against you, speaking even more quietly, — Look… She's available now and completely yours. Don't you want to kiss these pliant lips? Don't you want to caress this delicate skin? Don't you want to draw moans from this beautiful mouth? Don't you want to thrust into this beautiful body?

 — I do, — you answer me, swallowing a lump in your throat.

 — Then what are you waiting for? — I sit on the bed next to Michelle and pull you towards us. — Look… How happy she is… — I run my hand over her chest, making her arch her back, asking for more caresses, — Don't be afraid… — I take your hand and run your palm over her chest, letting you feel the tenderness of her skin, the pliancy of her body. You close your eyes, also enjoying this, — Take her…

 — I can't… She doesn't want to… — you whisper in a breaking voice.

 — She does… Michelle, do you want Linke?

 — Yes, — she answers without hesitation and pulls you to her, sinking her teeth into your lips. With one arm, you embrace Michelle's waist, lying on top of her, and with the other, you bury your hand in her hair. She spreads her legs and arches, begging for more explicit caresses, and you drown in this madness and pleasure, in this whirlwind of sensations. And I give all this to you… Only to you and no one else. Only for you will I bring a dream to life.

I lie on my back next to Michelle

and stroke your face, examining such familiar features. You smile through the kiss.

With one hand, Michelle begins to stroke my torso, sometimes squeezing her fingers like a kitten. I exhale loudly, feeling a surge of arousal. You break away from her lips and kiss me weightlessly, as if saying "thank you," but that's not enough for me. With my hand, I pull you by the back of your head towards me, tracing your lower lip with my tongue, lightly biting. Meanwhile, Michelle licks your neck, biting the delicate skin, leaving vivid marks.

I break away from your lips and pull my T-shirt off, then yours, pressing my body against yours, enjoying the warmth and closeness. My hand slips into your pants, squeezing your tense member. You moan, arching slightly in the small of your back, and look with a hungry gaze at the body beneath you, so easily yielding to you. — You do want her, don't you? Want to be inside her? — I ask, moving my hand evenly along your member.

 — Yes, — you answer me, closing your eyes.

 — Then take her…

Taking my hand out of your pants, I slowly unbutton Michelle's jeans. Then I pull them off along with her underwear, undressing her completely. With my fingertips, I glide over her crotch, making her jerk on the bed as if from an electric shock. I watch as you observe my actions, sometimes loudly swallowing a lump in your throat. With my free hand, I take yours and place it where my hand was just a second ago. I see you trembling with desire and lust. You insert three fingers into her at once and begin to move your hand, staring at her face, watching her emotions. With each movement, they become sharper, and the moans and sighs grow louder. You are already completely surrendering to your feelings, giving Michelle pleasure. A few more sharp movements — and she comes, arching her back with a loud moan.

You look into her clouded eyes, breathing heavily as if you yourself are recovering from the orgasm you just had. I shift my gaze from you to Michelle, who is still floating in her own worlds.

 — Do you want more? — I ask with a smirk, unable to hold back a smile.

 — Yes…

I turn Michelle onto her stomach like a limp doll. I lick one finger and slowly insert it into the body so desired by you. Without rushing, I begin to move my finger in her tight opening. Michelle's body is completely relaxed, so the finger meets no resistance. A few more movements — and a loud half-moan, half-scream comes from the pillows. I've found that spot. Now I start moving faster and more boldly.

I add a second finger and begin to openly fuck her with them. I hear your breathing quicken above my ear, I hear your heart beating wildly. I look into your eyes, clouded with desire. I understand that it's enough to torment you. I pull my fingers out of Michelle and start undressing you. I unbuckle your belt, deliberately slowly pulling your pants off, my hand brushing against your member.

 — You need to be lubricated…

My lips press against your member, immediately taking half of it into my mouth. You moan, thrusting into my mouth — you've waited too long for release. I run my tongue over the head, spreading the drops of pre-cum over your member, enjoying the process. Then I abruptly pull away, inhaling air through my nostrils — calming myself.

 — She's yours, Linke… — I say to you, then embrace you from behind and whisper quietly, — this is my gift… — but you probably don't hear it because your thoughts are only of her now. And what did she do to deserve such attention?

You pull Michelle's body towards you, gripping her hips with your hands, and slowly begin to enter. The heat of her body gradually envelops you, making you lose yourself. Waiting a little and getting used to such pleasant sensations, you begin to make smooth thrusts. With each thrust, the movements become faster, rougher, more abrupt. You thrust into this body, pressing it into the bed.

With my hand, I squeeze my own member, imagining entering you, how the heat of your body tightly envelops me. I begin slow movements in time with your moans. I run my thumb over the head, pressing on it. I gather the pre-cum with my fingers, spreading it over the shaft. I begin to moan in unison with you. I close my eyes, leaning back on the bed, arching my back towards my hand, tensing my abdominal muscles.

I hear your final hoarse cry — you come, and then a commanding hand grips my member, and your tongue invades my mouth. With animal passion and lust, you caress me, inserting your tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth, driving my body and mind to frenzy. I tense one last time and come into your hand.

You break away from me and bring your hand to my lips. I wrap my lips around your fingers, licking off my own semen with my tongue. You smile contentedly, kiss me, then lie down on the bed and whisper into the air:

 — Thank you, Timo.

***

Half an hour later, I get up from the bed and start getting dressed. You're asleep, Michelle too. After dressing, I dress my friend and, waking her, take her to another room. The effects of the ecstasy are wearing off, so I urgently need to come up with a story about her being drunk.

While Michelle sleeps it off, I sit and remember your timid "Thank you." Now you definitely won't get away from me. Who wouldn't want to receive such luxurious gifts?

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