#dbd anna

You sigh as you dump the heavy stack of books from your arms onto the nearest surface, recoiling in disgust as a cloud of dust puffs out from the impact. Filing away a mental note to clean the place again later, you brush the grime off the front of your shirt and scan over your stolen goods. The Entity wasn’t one to listen to your requests for rewards – only ever giving you the typical med kit or flashlight for trials well done – so you had to resort to striking out on your own to find what you wanted.

Thankfully, Springwood had plenty of books scattered about, all in a good variety of reading levels for the goal you had in mind. Your finger traces the worn spines, lips silently shaping around the titles – The Kissing Hand, The Giving Tree, A Light in the Attic, James and the Giant Peach, Scholastic Children’s Dictionary, and a few too tattered to name. Satisfied with the collection you’ve gathered, you shift your attention to the rest of the cabin, ears straining for the telltale sound of the homeowner.

As if on cue, a soft humming drifts from one of the rooms upstairs, accompanied by the shrill scrape of metal being sharpened. An immediate sense of comfort washes over you at the sound of the familiar tune, and you cheerily make your way up the stairs towards the source.

“Honey bunny! I’ve got something for you!” You call out, chuckling to yourself as the humming immediately stops and is replaced by excited footsteps thumping out of the room at the end of the hall. Anna rounds the corner in a rush, her maskless face coming into view as she gives you a sweet, glowing grin.

“Малышка!” She bolts to you, scooping you up in her arms and nuzzling the strong bridge of her nose against your cheek. “You okay? No hurt?” She holds you away from her body, the muscles in her arms shifting as she lifts you to inspect your figure.

You giggle as you dangle in her grasp, feet floating a couple inches off the floor. “I’m alright. I found some more books for you! You wanna come downstairs and check them out?”

She giddily jumps up and down with you still in the air, causing you to grasp onto her biceps in a panic as the floorboards beneath her groan in protest. “Да! Да! Thank you Моя сладкая.” A flurry of loud smooches are pressed to your cheeks before she gently lowers you to your unsteady feet and races down the stairs with your wrist engulfed in her massive hand.

The way her face lights up at the sight of the books makes the tiresome journey to collect them worth the effort. Her finger traces the titles just as yours had mere minutes ago, her brows knitting together as she struggles with sounding out the titles. You gaze at her in adoration as the English syllables catch and roll off her tongue like rocks down a waterfall. This was only your third time bringing back books for her, so you anticipated her difficulties with pronunciation. 

The first time had been completely unintentional – you’d found a copy of Frankenstein in Raccoon City and had brought it to the cabin as a means of entertaining yourself between trials. Anna had found you curled up reading under the candlelight, settling by your side as she curiously scanned the pages full of unfamiliar words. She was incredibly eager to learn your language so she could communicate easier with you, but you quickly found that the story wasn’t well suited for the purpose of teaching her. So, racking your brain for locations where books had been present, you’d set out with a new goal in mind – find books easy enough to teach your girlfriend English.

You made a lucky first pick with Midwich Elementary, managing to find a couple of intact copies of stories meant for younger children. You dedicated your free time to going through the books with Anna, patiently guiding her through the pronunciation and meaning of the words until she was able to read them on her own. She’d probably read through each of the stories over twenty times over the course of the month, so you had decided it was time to expand the collection.

Anna picks up The Kissing Hand, already familiar with the words in the title and captivated by the illustration of the raccoons on the cover. She holds it up to you expectantly, beaming as you take it from her and flip to the first page. “You want to go through this one first, love?” She hums in agreement, getting comfy in her usual reading chair and watching with bright eyes as you sit next to her with the book spread over both your laps.

You listen as Anna slowly reads it aloud, occasionally breaking the flow to correct her pronunciation or explain a new word to her. The story progresses at a snail’s pace, but you don’t mind – you’re too enraptured by Anna’s lovely voice and the overwhelming sense of pride to feel any frustration.

As she reaches the middle of the story, her voice catches on a new word, lips struggling to find the shape of it. “Mmm… Mohmoo?” Your eyes fall to the page, searching for the word giving her trouble.

“Ah, it’s pronounced ‘Mommy’ – mah-mee.” She looks at you with slight confusion, prompting you to explain the word. “You know the word mother, yes?” She nods. “Mommy is just another word for that, it’s mostly used by children to refer to their mother.”

Recognition immediately becomes evident on her face, eyes sparkling with pure joy as she presses a large fingertip to your chest. “If you baby, Малышка, then I am Mommy.” She points to herself with a proud smile.

Your eyes widen, a burning flush making its way across your face and chest. This type of thing wasn’t new; when she’d learned the words mother and baby, she consistently talked about the two of you using those titles. You’d never had an issue with it, playing along with the dynamic to a certain extent as you found it endearing. But this? Her calling herself Mommy? You don’t know why, but it shoots a lick of filthy heat through your spine, making your head spin with sudden desire.

Anna coos at the shocked look on your face, pinching your warm cheek as she admires your bizarre reaction. “My baby, so cute! What wrong?”

You freeze at her touch, embarrassment rolling through you in tides. Sure, you’d experienced lustful feelings towards your girlfriend before, it was only natural. But to experience it over her simply saying a word related to her innocent perception of your relationship? You internally kick yourself, ready to keel over and die on the spot from the overwhelming shame.

“It’s nothing, Anna. You just sound nice saying it-” You immediately pause, internally kicking yourself again for speaking without thinking as you notice the spark of joy in her eye flare up into obsession at your words. A wicked smile splits her face as she cradles your cheek in her palm.

“I say it more then, for you baby. From now on, I am Mommy.” You didn’t think it was possible to blush even more, but your body proves you wrong as the tingling heat spreads from your scalp to your toes in response to the word. You can’t help the pathetic whine that slips from your lips as a needy pulse settles low in your stomach.

Anna chuckles at that and plants a gentle kiss to your forehead before turning her attention back to the book. She continues to read as if nothing had happened, paying no mind to your squirming, sweating figure beside her. You find it near impossible to pay attention to her reading, failing to correct a couple of her mistakes as your mind is overtaken by a heady haze. The deep ache and steadily growing wetness between your legs becomes a terrible distraction, and you find that shifting your thighs together does little to relieve you of it.

You’re ripped out of your trance as Anna shuts the book with a loud clap and a cheery shout of “Done! I like, good book.” You offer her a sheepish smile, barely able to look at her radiant face without losing your composure. “Good job, you did great! Your English is improving a lot.”

She puffs out her chest in pride before casting a devious side eye at you, the deep umber of her irises glittering with mischief in the candlelight. “Good job, who?”

You almost give yourself whiplash as you snap to meet her eyes, reading her face for any sign that this might be a joke – there’s no way she actually expects you to say it, right? Her only response is to stare at you expectantly, tilting her head in a way that she knows makes your heart flutter uncontrollably. “Good job… Mommy.” You relent, your voice coming out a strained squeak as humiliation chokes your vocal cords.

Anna hums contentedly and scoops you up in a bridal carry, pressing a soft kiss to your hand like the raccoons in the book had done as she heads for the stairs. “Good baby.” The combination of her touch and praise doesn’t help your situation at all – another gush of slick adding to the uncomfortable mess in your underwear.

She makes her way upstairs to your shared room, gently setting you on the bed before sliding in next to you and tucking you both under the warm fur pelts. You want to protest, knowing that you’re far too riled up to even attempt sleep, but you detest the idea of having to explain your predicament to your unaware partner.

“Rest, Моя сладкая. You walk far.” She turns your body so she can spoon you, the iron weight of her arm over you snuffing out any thoughts you might’ve had about sneaking away to solve your problem and only serving to stoke the fire in your gut higher. You let out a resigned sigh, doing your best to get comfortable despite every nerve in your body screaming for release.

Anna drifts off with ease, her soft snores tickling the nape of your neck. You lay in her grasp wide awake, staring at the wall as you grapple with the arousal that gnaws at you like a starving dog. Knowing that you can’t do anything to soothe your need, and you certainly can’t ask Anna to assist, is driving you mad.

You’d only been with Anna a couple months now, but it became very evident very early into the relationship that Anna had no knowledge of anything sexual. She’d told you a bit about her upbringing through broken English and charades, and it was pretty clear that her mother was only concerned with teaching her survival skills in the short time they’d been together – she didn’t even know how to kiss, you had to teach her how. The thought that you would have to be the one to teach her sex ed if you wanted things to go further was mortifying, so you’d been holding off on it. Instead, you opted to chase release when your beloved left for trials, or pop a quick orgasm in the woods when you knew she was too busy to look for you.

You huff through your nose in irritation, glaring at the wall as if it has somehow wronged you. The frustration and lack of intimate touch has really started to eat away at your stubborn willpower. You know you’ll eventually have to teach her about sex if you truly want to be satisfied, but the daunting thought of taking your girlfriend’s remaining innocence quells your motivation once more. With a frown etched onto your face, you reluctantly do your best to fall asleep.

You regret not keeping your traitorous mouth shut. Anna has stayed true to her word, saying Mommy anytime the occasion calls for it.

“Baby, help Mommy with this?”

“Stay safe for Mommy!”

“Mommy loves you, Малышка.”

Much to your dismay, apparently she thinks you sound nice saying it as well, forcing you to call her Mommy when addressing her. God forbid you need anything, because she won’t oblige until you say the magic word.

“Anna, could you please get some more firewood for me?”

“Try again, baby.”

“... Could you please get firewood, Mommy?”

Every instance is torture, the word evoking a burning in your cheeks and loins no matter how many times you hear and speak it. You know you’re being dramatic, but you feel like this is going to be your demise – teaching Anna English was a terrible idea.

Your arousal has become an everpresent force, the weight of it constantly hanging to your bones and sucking the energy from your flesh. As if the Entity knows your predicament and is taunting you, you find yourself in a seemingly endless stretch of trials with barely any breathing room between. Any hope of getting yourself off to relieve the incessant throbbing between your legs is completely crushed by the lack of free time.

You find yourself totally useless in the trials, mind practically numbed out to nothing more than horny sludge. Objectives are pretty much impossible to complete as your brain and body lag off into unholy thoughts, leading to generators blowing up in your face and killers making an easy sacrifice of you. You were usually resourceful enough to escape trials with ease, so dying this often is unusual for you, and the stress of it is only adding to your frustration.

Just as you feel your tolerance beginning to crack, as if the Entity has heard your desperate plea to ‘please god just let me get off before I lose my shit PLEASE’, you finally catch a decent break. You thank whatever god will listen when you return to the cabin to find Anna too busy with stitching up hides to notice your arrival. Sighing in relief, you head out into the forest, taking the familiar path to your usual guilty hideout.

The tension in your frame noticeably lessens when you arrive, slinking under the low branches of a tree so that you can wedge yourself into the shaded spot between its trunk and a nearby bush. It provides just enough cover that you can do what you need to do without being easily spotted by Anna or any prying eyes.

You shimmy your shorts down to your ankles, hissing as you run a finger over your clothed clit. It pulses into the touch, absurdly reactive after going unstimulated for so long. The fabric of your underwear is already soaked through, clinging uncomfortably to your slick folds. You dip your fingers under the waistband, stifling a whimper at the way your clit throbs under your bare fingertips. Lightning shocks of pleasure dance across your nerves, the sensation from even just a light touch already sending your mind reeling.

You still for a moment before you can get too carried away, ears straining for disturbances nearby – the only sounds that greet you are the homely hum of wind through the trees and the soft patter of rain upon leaves overhead. Reassured by the lack of an audience, you start off slow, dipping down to your entrance to wet your fingertips and gliding them in small circles around your clit. Your teeth worry at your lower lip, fighting to contain the soft gasps and moans that threaten to spill forth so as to not risk giving away your position.

Every slick nudge of your clit sends a warm wave of bliss over you, your insides repeatedly clamping down on empty air as you’re overtaken with the need to be filled. Leaning your back against the tree, you slowly sink two fingers into your dripping heat, a high pitched keen slipping from your lips as the sensitive opening immediately grips onto the appendages like they’re a lifeline. You let all your built up frustrations from the past week guide your motions, pumping your fingers with messy vigor and thumbing your clit to meet each curl of your fingertips.

Your efforts to keep your mouth quiet aren’t worth much, as the soaking wet suction your pussy has around your fingers is embarrassingly loud. You’re too far gone to notice how your body is betraying your position, head thrown back against the solid wood of the trunk as you screw your eyes shut and your mouth lolls open. Your breaths come out in rapid pants, broken by low moans as your fingers repetitively bump against that soft spot that sends stars reeling across your vision. The burning ember of your release begins to spark deep in your gut, and you fervently chase after it, picking up the pace as you grow louder.

As your mind zones in on the pursuit of your orgasm, you fail to realize that the encroaching thumping sound isn’t just your pulse in your ears. The leaves of the bush around you give a sharp rustle as they’re pulled back, accompanied by a surprised hum. “Baby?”

Your eyes fly open wildly, figure jolting upright as your vision zeroes in on Anna’s signature rabbit mask. The rapidly approaching cliff of your orgasm is shattered into disappointing nothingness as you rip your hand away in a poor attempt to hide your incriminating act, a humiliated blush spreading across your complexion. “Shit. Anna, I-”

Whatever words you were thinking of saying evaporate on your tongue as Anna leans in close, interest and concern written all over her body language. Before you can pull away, she grabs your wrist, pulling your slick fingers into the moonlight. Despite her eyes being blacked out by the mask, you can feel the intense burn of her gaze studying your fluid covered digits. “You okay, Моя сладкая? Baby hurt?” She raises her other hand to press the back of it against your warm, sweat laden forehead, grunting discontentedly at how hot to the touch you are.

“N-no, I swear I’m fine. I’m just… just-” You stumble over your words as you try to come up with some pathetic coverup for your sinful actions just moments ago. While you’re distracted with your bumbling, Anna looks you over for any injuries. Her posture goes rigid as she notices the dark patch on your underwear and the wetness that drips down the inner junction of your thigh. Quicker than you’re able to register, the hand on your forehead shoots between your legs, pulling your underwear aside and exposing your dripping cunt to your worried girlfriend.

You squeak, scrambling to pull away and cover yourself up; the efforts prove to be fruitless as Anna drops your wrist to hold your hips still in a vise grip. “Anna, hey! Wait!!” You’re so embarrassed you could cry, desperately trying to pull her attention away. Nothing you’re doing is working – her eyes are locked onto it in complete and utter awe.

Fascination softens the rigid concern in her figure as she leans in, gaze flicking between your glistening pussy and your panicked expression. “Why is it wet, любимая?” She runs a finger through your slick folds, flinching in surprise at the way you buck into the touch and whine. Your wetness feels soft against her rough fingertip, and she holds it up to the moonlight so she can observe the way it glides and strings out between her finger and thumb.

You gnaw on your lower lip and furrow your brows as you contemplate how to explain this to her. You know that the present moment isn’t a great time to go through the whole detailed sex ed spiel, so your scrambled mind will have to come up with a satisfactory summary to quiet her curiosity. Praying that you don’t fumble this, you steel your nerves and gather your wits with a deep breath. “I really, really like you, and because I really like you, my body does… this. I can’t stop thinking about you calling yourself Mommy – it gets me so worked up that I have to do something in order to take care of the wetness.”

She stares at you as the gears in her head turn and process what you’re saying, a sweet smile spreading across her face as the information starts to click. She doesn’t fully understand, but she’s more than happy to do anything to assist her beloved. “Oh baby, why not ask? You know Mommy always wants to help take care of you.”

You freeze in shock, eyes going wide as you stare at your girlfriend’s lips, wondering if you’re hallucinating what she’d just said. Your body responds instantly, a fresh wave of slick leaking from your fluttering hole. Shyly, you nod and take her hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yes please, Mommy. I’d love that.” Similar to how you had to walk her through the process of making out, you know you’ll have to be thorough in guiding her through this.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you bring her hand to cup your pussy, letting out a stuttering sigh as your skin prickles with electric excitement at her long awaited touch. You align your hand with hers, pressing the tips of her middle and pointer finger against your entrance so that she can feel where you want her. “Put two fingers in, slow and gentle.”

Anna happily complies, carefully watching your reactions as she pushes her fingers into your tight heat. Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back into your skull as her much larger fingers stretch you open with a pleasant burn. Anna is absolutely enraptured by the bliss that glows on your face as your body sucks her in. The warmth of your insides is unlike anything she’s ever felt before – hot and slick and rocking against her fingers like waves in a summer lake. She stills as her knuckles rest flush against the plush skin of your lips, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from your gorgeous face to study the way your pussy throbs against her hand. She may not understand what’s happening, but she knows one thing for certain – she adores this beautiful new part of you.

As your body adjusts to the new intrusion, you test the waters by rolling your hips against Anna’s hand. You instantly notice how much deeper her fingers reach, paired with the fuller pressure against your walls that seems to set every nerve alight. You whimper as you can’t help but clamp down on her, your body eagerly seeking to pick up where you had left off. Anna brings her attention back to your face, torn between being concerned by your unusual reactions and being wholly entranced by how divine you are. “Is good? What now, baby?”

You meet her gaze with hooded eyes and a sappy smile, insides fluttering again as she returns your expression. “So good, Mommy.” You hold up your hand in a similar position to hers so she can watch  and copy your motions, subtly crooking your fingers as you rock your hand back and forth like you had been doing earlier. “Try doing this while moving, like a wave.”

Her movements are a bit awkward at first, but as she gets a feel for your body and how your walls push against her fingers, she quickly finds a rhythm and range of motion that has you singing for her. Every honeyed moan and saccharine cry is music to her ears – she can’t get enough, she needs more. Suddenly, her fingers hook against a cushiony spot inside you that has your body trembling and a choked gasp ripping from your throat. Like a predator locking onto prey, she zeroes in on your reaction and presses into it again, relishing in the loud moan you let out as your pussy jolts against her.

“Ohh fuck, right there Mommy!” Anna smiles proudly down at you as she continues her ministrations, paying special attention to the spot that has you reacting so strongly. In the back of her mind, she notes just how much wetter hitting that spot has made you, the silky fluid making each thrust of her fingers glide with ease. Your wetness is practically running down her wrist at this point, each pull of her fingers adding a squelching underscore to the symphony of sounds you’re making for her.

She moves to prop her thumb against your mons to support her wrist so that she can move her fingers deeper, but is shocked at the way you wail in pleasure as her thumb presses against your clit. You silently thank the gods for Anna’s affinity for being a quick learner, as she immediately begins to experiment with the pressure on your clit as she keeps thrusting. You sob as the sweet heat of your orgasm starts to unfurl in your pelvis once more, your cunt greedily gripping onto Anna’s fingers as if afraid to be left on the edge again. Your hips buck up into her touch, adding to the dizzying pressure on your clit as she rolls her thumb over it. “Oh my god, please keep going- just like that- I need you, Mommy, need you to make me cum-”

Anna hushes you, leaning in to kiss your forehead and brush a stray droplet of sweat away. “I got you, baby. So good for Mommy.” Her palm gently cups your cheek as she watches you up close, reverently observing how your eyes roll back and flutter shut as you’re overtaken by pleasure. Tears bead up at the corners of your eyes, catching in your lashes and sparkling in the low light before rolling down your cheeks. Your skin practically glows between the warm flush that hugs your features and the sheen of sweat that accents it. Anna’s heart thumps erratically in her chest as she obsessively takes in every detail – you’re so breathtakingly bewitching, and you’re all hers. Her pupils blow wide behind her mask, lips parting in desperate pants as an unfamiliar feeling begins to bloom inside her. A ferocious ache seizes between her thighs, and she begins to understand what you were trying to explain earlier.

With a particularly rough thrust of her fingers inside you, the last of your composure snaps and your release tears through you in a blinding, liquid rush of fire. “Mommy!” You moan loudly, your whole body seizing and arching up into her touch. Anna gasps, feeling your pussy gush around her fingers as it violently clamps down. Her body responds in kind, shocks of arousal wracking her insides as she whines needily and folds forward to press her face into your neck. Her hot breath fans against your collarbone as she distracts herself by planting sloppy kisses along your throat. She doesn’t stop pumping her fingers in you, continuing her vigorous pace as she works you through your mind-shattering high.

As you start to come to and the ringing in your ears clears up, you hear her muttering Russian into your flesh – some phrases you recognize, some you’ve never heard before. From what you can grasp, she’s praising you and complimenting you, littering each sentence with every pet name she’s ever given you. Her voice is rich with devotion, practically dripping in syrupy affection. Between the rapidly building overstimulation and the emotions welling up in your chest, you nearly start to cry. 

Your hand weakly wraps around Anna’s wrist, stilling her fingers inside you and drawing her attention to your face. The way she looks at you, all admiration and softness, sends butterflies careening through your veins. She tilts her head, gently removing her fingers from you and wiping them against her pants. “Better now, любимая?”

You breathlessly laugh, pressing a grateful kiss to the bridge of her nose. “Much better. Thank you, Mommy.” Anna shifts her face so that she can capture your lips in a gentle kiss, a silent urgent pressure behind it as her own arousal jumps at the contact.

With a soft moan, she pulls away and effortlessly scoops you up in her arms, mindfully collecting your discarded shorts before starting the trek back to the cabin.