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Willow Graham Part 2

It was easy to be in love with Willow. She still liked to schedule appointments with Hannibal, usually at lunch time when she could eat with him or take a nap on the chaise. He told her that she didn’t need to and that he kept time open so she could just come see him, but she found it more fun to make appointments.

“ I thought you were a professional, Doctor Lecter.” She’d said to him once as she rinsed her mouth out after crawling under his desk to ‘help him relax’. Hannibal had laughed at her, leaning back relaxed in his chair, pants barely done back up.

She had smiled at him and shook her head.

“Did you mistake me for an honest woman, Doctor? Or am I too wild for your taste?” She asked as he fixed her heavy knit green dress where it had hiked up to her undershorts. She looked like the image of good , knee length green dress with full sleeves and a high neck, thick black stockings, brown boots, and her head covered by a matching beret.

“I would never mistake you for anything other than what you are, Willow.” He replied, combing back his hair and fixing his clothes to look presentable. He stood up and smoothed out his pants as she made her way to stand in front of him, her fingers coming to trace around the buttons on his waistcoat.

“And what am I?” She asked lowly, her eyes following her own finger as it traced up the edge of his vest to pick at his shirt collar. He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes to his.

“Something terrible, a monster, a beast so wild and vicious not even the bravest soldier dare cross, you’re beautiful Willow.” He said and pressed a kiss to the smile that had graced her lips. She pulled away from him, giving him a suspicious look.

“I’m terrible because I’m pretty?” She asked, she knew this was a dance, another twisting swaying motion between them with words.

“You are terrifying because you, Willow, are so beautiful. Everyone fears a beautiful woman.” Hannibal said as he placed his hands on her hips and her arms came up to rest on his shoulders. She huffed a laugh and closed her eyes, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

“You’re a whore for me, Doctor Lecter, did you know?” She said in a sweet voice, it was such a romantic soft scene and Hannibal could help but snicker, hiding his smile in her hair. Of course she would say that .

“There are worse things to be, my sweet Willow” He answered and they stayed there until the alert went off saying he had another patient.

Willow Graham. Willow Graham . Willow Graham . It was scattered across hundreds of pages of messy sketches and detailed portraits and smudged charcoal art. Hannibal had been… oddly stressed. He hadn’t felt so alive, so in love, so… human in so long. Willow had moved into his home, making herself happily at home. She had her own soap, her toothbrush that she left on the counter, her laundry in a basket by the washing machine, her bags of chemically crunchy snacks sat in the cupboard next to his own homemade food, she was in every inch of the house so casually. And it was… suffocating in the best way.

Hannibal often found himself doodling aimlessly on his notes. He’d sit in the library and try to read but she’d float by in the corner of his eye, walking by the doorway in a pair of tiny sleep shorts and one of his shirts, and it was like a siren song, he had to get up and seek her out, just to watch her sit at the kitchen table eating bagel chips and reading essays.

He’d gotten used to sweeping the floors more often as well. He hated sweeping. But Willow often cruised around the house, just walking around because if not she couldn’t sleep, with a bag of something in her hand.

Whether it be small garlicky croutons that Hannibal had planned to put with their salads or a ziplock full of dry cereal or some other horrible treat that she’d always offer to Hannibal knowing he could turn it away. Somehow she always had a trail of crumbs following behind her.

So Hannibal turned away the toxic snacks and swept the floors more and vacuumed the rugs in silence.

He’d gotten used to being hit in his sleep but also getting the best sleep of his life and waking up to Willow practically begging for a nice fucking. He’d wake up earlier and get to pet down her bare skin, savoring how warm she was, enjoying the comfort that came from her scent. She’d given up on wearing anything but underwear to bed, she tossed it off or got tangled in it during the night anyway.

The best days were the days when they’d go to bed and Willow would wake up earlier, claiming sometimes she needed private time to shave and such. Hannibal would take a few minutes to stretch out in bed, savor the leftover smell of sex and Willow’s sweaty pillow, and make the bed back up or strip it if it was time.

What made them so good would be the quiet click of the bathroom door unlocking, followed by the shower turning on. Willow would sometimes get started by herself, her hand going down to her cock or fingers finding her hole. She’d be standing under the water, completely ignoring Hannibal as he brushed his teeth and slid the glass door open and closed.

It was a sweet slow kind of occurrence. Long kisses, teasing, playful banter flowing easily between them. Hannibal always complimenting her soft skin and gorgeous body. Willow always felt the most vulnerable there, under the bright light, water washing away any pretty perfume or make up. She never feared though because Hannibal was always there to say what a wonderful woman she was as he got down on his knees for her.

He’d lay hundreds of sweet kisses to her soft belly and take her into his mouth, easily fitting it without much trouble. He loved how close he felt to dying in those moments. How she could kill him right there if she wanted. And Willow would just be so pretty and make a whiney noise and fill his mouth with bitter watery cum. He loved it, loved the way she would always apologize and return the favor with a sloppy handjob. He loved the way her taste stayed in his mouth until breakfast, loved the way she’d gently wash his hair after, making the track lines from her grip disappear.

It was… the best way to live. The best way he could ever survive life.

Instead of living surrounded by his own smell, living quietly, he lived in a cloud of Willow’s sweet apple scented lotion and her heavy footsteps. He found himself smiling more, considering each action before making it, going more places more often.

He used to go to the museum every so often, he’d occasionally visit art exhibits, traveling to see new installations. He went to the opera almost once a year, he went to the theater a few times a year.

He loved it. He loved calming evenings indulging in high society.

Willow really didn’t. Sure she liked going and watching the shows and walking around the museums. It was something Hannibal liked so she went along with it. However she pushed him to go to other places.

“ Hanni, let's go to the dog park. I want a hot dog and to pet the puppies! ” She’d beg him until they made their way, hand in hand, to sit on the bench in the dog park. Hannibal would often just sit and watch her rather than the dogs as they ran around. He’d love to listen to her ranting about dog breeds or class, he’d appreciate the beautiful atmosphere of joy and excitement, and he’d enjoy the fresh air. It was Willow’s favorite place to visit, just to sit and chat and pet some dogs and eat cheap hotdogs.

“ Hanni, take me to the river. I want to go fishing, take me fishing.” She’d ask and they’d pack a large picnic basket and drive way out to one of her favorite spots. It was very out of the way and secluded, only an old wooden picnic table to mark it as a public space. She’d go stand in the water, looking stunning like a painting, sun beaming off her face. And Hannibal would read a book and guard the catch basket. They’d lay out a nice meal of sandwiches and salads and such. Sometimes she’d stay out until the sun fell from the sky and Hannibal would have to carry her back into the house, her bones filled with exhaustion.

But what most happened was the one place Willow was her happiest.

“ Hanni, I want to go to the aquarium. Do you want to come with me?” She would go whether or not he did. She’d spend hours talking with curators and watching the anemones, she’d sit and watch the sting rays flap around their tank. Her favorite part was the biggest tank, she’d walk back and forth all around watching the fish dart around, watching the pufferfish look for treats, but she really loved the groupers that laid at the bottom. She’d kneel down in front of the glass and look at them, eyes twinkling like midnight stars.

Hannibal was content to follow her around, listening to her recite the same facts over and over each time, helping her dry her hands off when she occasionally wanted to try and pet the stingrays. They went a few times each month, whether to help her calm down or cheer her up or just for fun. Each time she was filled with the same joy and excitement. They must’ve gone a thousand times.

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“I love you Willow” Hannibal said, kneeling down on the dirty floor, it was a quiet day… mostly because he bought most of the tickets for this time slot but still. He looked up at her, plush box pulled open, golden ring shone in the light, small diamonds twinkling. A woman gasped across the tank but Willow… kept looking at the tank as a sea cucumber moved slightly.

“I love you too!” She chirped happily and kept her eyes on the creature. Hannibal stared at her for a moment, smile widening on his lips. She really was something else, and this was just proving that even more.

“No- Willow~” He said in a sing-song way, unmoving even as a few people stared at them. He watched as her hands met the glass to point past the sea cucumber.

“Look, it's a grouper!” She said excitedly and bounced up and down on her feet. Hannibal just watched her be happy for a moment longer before shaking his head.

“Willow Henrietta Graham look at me” He stated plainly and watched as her head turned before her eyes caught up, still glued to the fish.

“Hm? Oh my god.” She said, staring down at him. He was… a ring… Hannibal, ring, boyfriend, boyfriend, fiance…

“I love you Willow, will you marry me?” He asked, back straight, ring before him, anxiety tightening his chest in a way that he’d never experienced before. She stared at him, eyes big dashing between the ring and his patient face.

“You! Yes! Oh my god! You terrible man, yes!” She finally forced out and tackled him into a hug on the ground. He pulled them both up to stand, her arms squeezing him tightly around the middle.

“You’re awful! Just awful!” She said as tears slid down her face. He pulled her up into a chaste kiss, a few people clapping in joy for them. He pulled back, giddy smile on his face, a feeling sparkling through his entire being. He felt like a sparkler was lit in his heart.

Willow cried and cried as he slid the ring onto her finger. She was grinning though at the golden band with five small diamonds embedded. He got her the perfect ring. She hated big clunky jewelry, and he picked out a plain golden band with stones that wouldn’t catch.

“It’s perfect.” She whispered and admired the ring. Hannibal was glad, relieved, he wanted to get her something beautiful and extravagant and sparkling but… she didn’t like that kind of thing so he went and chose a petite, low profile ring.

“May I take you to dinner, my fiance, dear?” Hannibal asked, holding her hands in his. She sniffled and hugged him again. She whispered up in his ear.

“You better eat fast. Consummation of this engagement is the only thing I want for dessert.” She whispered and started pulling him to the exit. Hannibal felt lava start to puddle in his stomach.

They did of course have a long luxurious meal at one of Hannibal’s favorite restaurants. And Willow had laughed and smiled and showed off her ring, she ate her cake when it came to the table, and she drank the sweet champagne.

But when they got home she was much less patient. Pulling at Hannibal’s clothes until they were both nearly naked halfway through the house, she pulled him by his hand to the bedroom, where she pulled him over her onto the bed.

“Are you trying to make an honest woman of me? I don’t think it’s working.” She said teasingly as she took her cock into her hand, ring sparkling in the low light. Hannibal licked over her cock and hand before surging up the bed to catch her lips.

“You’re more than any honest woman. You are more than anything else in this entire creation, you’re the most dangerous thing I’ve ever seen.” Hannibal said, kneeling between her spread thighs. Willow pulled him down to nip and kiss from his lips to his ear.

“I am a beautiful woman. I’ve ensnared you, my weak man.” Willow replied and they ended up laughing at each other.

Each movement was slow and tender, savoring and full of love. It was love making and when they fell asleep that night it wasn’t as partners or just lovers. They were promised to each other, for life.

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Hannibal planned a perfect wedding. A perfect wedding for them both. It was planned, date set, everything was ready…. In two months. They sent out few invites, Hannibal inviting his friends and a few other doctors who he enjoyed the company of. Willow invited a few people and tacked up a few invites in her classroom, kids coming in and congratulating her.

Her students were more and more excited. They would come by and ask about the wedding, dreamy eyes jealous of her. Most of them were girls who dreamed of marriage and wedding dresses and fancy cakes, some were boys who loved their teacher and wanted to show their support for her in all ways.

She spoke about where it was going to be held, how dress shopping was a disaster but she had a few friends who’d go with her, and of course she gushed occasionally about how she couldn’t wait to be a bride.

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Though she was already a bride. For fun.

Hannibal had come home late, a conference had ended late and he was buzzing with life. He’d gotten a notification on his phone saying that Willow was waiting for him. He hoped that meant she was laying across their bed because he was all colors of pent up.

However when he got through the entryway and made his way to look into the library he was taken back. In the best way.

She was standing beside his chair, lightly off, only light coming from the crackling flame in the fireplace. A short white mesh robe flowed around her, bottom and sleeves ruffled. She had a pair of small diamond earrings in and her lips were painted a crimson red. Through the robe he could see she had on white lingerie, stockings that hugged her legs, a matching garter belt up on her waist, panties that had a heart cut out in the back, and a simple lace bra that had ruffled along the bottom.

She looked nervous as he looked her over, hunger filled eyes staring her down like a predator hunting prey.

“I um…” She tried and turned to face him, the closest thing she’d ventured to lingerie before was a bra that had lace on it. She was a bit nervous, hoping that her bulge wasn’t… ruining it.

“Um… Do you like it?” She asked and Hannibal was taking wide strides to grab her hips and swing her around, bending her back, kissing a bruning kiss to her lips. She put her arms around his neck as she pressed more and more kisses to her lips.

“Am I that pretty of a bride?” She asked and Hannibal was laying her down on the floor. He straddled her, looking down at the way her hair, now grown into a bit of a bob, haloed around her head and her robe spread out under her.

“You’re more than just a bride, Willow, you’re something crafted in the heavens, stuck down for me to ravish.” He said and ravish… is an understatement. There on the library floor, Willow was a bride for the first time. And second… and well… they woke up on the floor too and who needs to count.

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Willow was a princess on her wedding day.

She had a big poofy dress with a train and a bouquet and a veil that couldn’t hide the biggest smile Hannibal had ever seen.

They were married in front of a great old oak tree, and Willow promised herself to the doctor. They’d joked that they should be married in front of a willow tree but… they way the forest opened up and the trail to the tree was so beautiful, they couldn’t pass it up.

Hannibal was wearing a well fitted white tuxedo that Willow had picked out because ‘ You’re gonna look so fit!’ . She thought he looked like a treat, glowing with joy as he stood in their small altar. She walked down the aisle and half of the party started screaming and clapping… she blushed and shook her head. Her kids.

Hannibal's side was full of fancy people dressed in fancy clothes. Women wearing veiled hats and shoes that cost as much as her dress. They were all emotionless and drab. They all looked so… serious.

However-

Willow’s side was full of 67 students all wearing green, her favorite color. Most in just plain cheap cotton blouses and button ups some had cardigans or blazers pulled on too but they all looked… like regular people. Even as they let out loud hoots and hollers, clapping loudly. They had all came up to her and asked if they could attend her wedding, all talking about how they’d go to the store and find shirts and stuff so they could look nice. They’d asked her opinion on everything, some of them never have gone to a wedding before.

They had all come, bags and boxes, gifts piled up in the event hall that was off the highway before the road that led to the forest. She asked for one thing, food and snacks. She’d told them that Hannibal was a food buff and that she needed to fill a cabinet with as much chemically delicious food before she gave up on it for Hannibal homemade.

After the ceremony, and Hannibal gave her a sweet short kiss, they traveled back to the event hall where Willow cried like a mess as her kids gave very well thought speeches. They danced a few times, though neither of them were dancers and rather they made rounds to talk to everyone and take pictures and they went home in a timely manner, Willow being a bit drunker than sober.

Later though they promised to each other in the heat of a proper marriage bed. A proper bride, Willow was just as she ever wanted to be, a proper bride.

‘ To My Dear Terrifying Monster, You’ve got a present waiting downstairs’ Willow read as she yawned and sat up in bed. Her back hurt from being hunched over too many fbi files. She had pulled on her thick glasses and slipped her robe over her shoulders from where it hung on the back of the door.

She made her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Yawning as she pushed the door open.

“Hanni? Wha’s-” She asked and rubbed the sleep dust from her eyes. She stopped short though at the picture in front of her.

A jug of cheeseballs, cans of doctor pepper, moon pies, and a big jar of moonshine cherries, laid out over the work bench like a fine dinner. Hannibal was standing there, in a big cotton t-shirt and a pair of his pajama pants, he looked so out of place. Willow smiled at the worn cotton shirt, she’d made him buy it and wear it because it was ‘comfy’.

It was their anniversary.

“It’s our anniversary.” Willow said with a smile. She’d remembered.

Well she had remembered last month and had gotten him a present a month ago and then forgot. Hannibal rounded the counter, pulling her by her hips to kiss her.

“A decade, you’ve been my terrible thing.” He said to her and she laughed and kissed him sweetly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Am I still terrible?” She asked, eyes sincere. She was gonna be 40 in January. She wasn’t a sparkly 30 year old anymore. Hannibal laughed and kissed her, picking her up and setting her on the counter.

“You’re the most vicious, most ensnaring, most horrifying creature ever created, Willow.” He said, kissing her deeply. She smiled, eyes watering up.

“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman. Something all men fear.” Hannibal finished and gave her another sweet kiss and hugged her.

A decade and she was still a terrible beast, something that stuck fear in the very soul of a dangerous man.

<- Last Chapter

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Willow Graham Part 1

MTF Willow Graham moves for a new teaching position. She meets a new therapist, and well... like falling over a cliff, they fell in love. Teasing and dancing around each other only an breath from crossing the line. However everything comes to a head when Willow gets attacked and runs to Hannibal's home, hoping the man would help her. Hannibal is only a man, he can only resist for so long.

"Hello Mrs. Willow Graham, it's a pleasure to meet you." Hannibal said as he welcomed the teacher into his office.

She was ravishing.

Absolutely a doll. Shorter, bright blue eyes, tinted pink lips, with short fluffy brown hair. She was wearing a knee length navy blue dress with full length sleeves with a white collar and white belt around her waist, cinching it in. A pair of slip on black ankle boots, white frilly socks peeking over the top adorned her feet. She had a small black backpack hanging off her shoulders.

She had small silver hooks decorating her ears and a small silver chain bracelet on her wrist. A delicate doll, Hannibal thought to himself.

"It's- it's nice to meet you too, Doctor Lecter. You were highly recommended and um I really like your office, how out of the way it is." Willow said and walked in, looking around at all the books in the office before finally seeing the chairs and sat down, laying her backpack beside it. She sat with very straight posture, back straight as a board, hands on her knees which pressed together, feet flat on the floor, she was really sitting on the edge of her seat.

"Thank you, Mrs. Graham. I read your file but if you'd like to tell me anything, go ahead." Hannibal offered and sat down opposite to her, sitting fully in his chair, crossing his legs and clasping his hands in his lap. She watched him for a moment before crossing her ankles and looking around at the room again, sighing.

She hated getting to know people.

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Willow Graham was a wonderful woman. She was strong, blunt, and liked to challenge Hannibal. She liked to keep track of when she took her medicine and she often paced back and forth when she ranted about work, about students, about people. She liked drinking coffee and often complained that her chest hurt because even though she'd been on estrogen for years she'd barely started developing breast tissue and it hurt.

She liked picking books off his shelves and laying them in different places around the room, just to get under his skin. She liked picking at the seams of the chairs and leaving fingerprints on the glass of the side tables. She liked the way Hannibal would stare at the marks and immediately fix them once she left the chair to walk around the room. She liked that he never commented on her body, how he never brought it up when she had a bit of 5 o’clock shadow.

She liked his company, even more than the ‘therapy’.

And Hannibal sort of fell in love with her. He loved that she didn't like wearing shoes so she would kick them off and walk around in her stockings or socks. He loved that she was very open about talking about her gender identity and her goals. She didn't want a vaginoplasty but she was considering a breast augmentation. He loved that she would bring in extra clothes because some days she got tired of wearing her work clothes and just wanted to wear a pair of sweatpants and a soft jacket over her undershirt. He loved how she leaned against the ladder and popped her back when she had been scrunched over a desk all day.

She was easy to just… love to be around.

It was easy to chat with her and reassure her. It was even easier when she was in bad moods. It was easy to let her scream and stomp and lay flat on the floor and pout. It was easy to give her a teddy bear that he kept in his office closet and watch her pet it... or strangle it.

It was easy to let her cry on his shoulder and hug him goodbye, sometimes. It was easy to let her ‘make’ him sit next to her on chaise so she could flip through all the pictures she’d taken of her dogs. The way she would lean against his side and click through her phone, saying each of their names and what they were like.

He couldn't help but smile when she was around. He felt… content simply sitting and watching her pout in her chair, or watching her drink a fast-food milkshake and complain about her chest hurting and that everyone was stupid and that men suck. He loved everything she said simply because she was the one saying it.

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"Doctor Lecter! I've- had- such- a- shit- day-" Willow said through sobs, hiccups breaking after each word, her face was red and covered in tears. She immediately clung onto Hannibal, shoving her face into his chest. He was always so sturdy and solid, like a warm wall of fine crafted suits. She felt like he was an anchor, grounding her back down to earth.

"Willow? Willow, what's wrong, dear? What happened?" Hannibal asked as his hand came up to the back of Willow's head. He adored her curly hair, loved the way the loose coils bobbed around her head, loved the way it felt soft and shiny, loved how good it smelled like fruit and vanilla.

“I-I-I spilled coffee all down me so I had to put on my extra clothes but those made me feel all boyish and my bra’s still wet and-and I feel terrible and I yelled at my last class and I feel horrible and and…” She said in a jumbled up rush into his shoulder.

She just felt so frustrated and upset and she felt so… ugly. Her baggy jeans and grey sweater, it made her feel all flat chested and heavy and upset and she was chafing where the damp cotton of her bra had been rubbing into her skin all day. She just wanted to strip down and get a bath and wear her robe and watch TV and eat dinner.

“Sh sh sh, you’re okay Willow. You can go home early if you need to. I know you came right from work.” Hannibal reassured her. She hated changing her schedule but today may just be the exception given everything had already fallen apart. She shook her head against his shoulder and took one big breath in before pulling away.

She wiped her face with her sleeves, makeup already having been wiped off from when she’d cried over spilled coffee. She took a few more measured breaths, causing Hannibal’s chest to swell in pride. She walked over and sat heavily onto the chaise, picking at her hands for a minute. Hannibal was pouring them both a glass of water when she spoke again, voice shaking.

“I actually- can you- you’re still a doctor right?” She asked, looking at him with her head cocked to the side a bit. He handed her the glass which she drank half quickly.

“Of course, Willow. Is there something wrong? Are you alright?” Hannibal said, concern edging at his voice. He looked at her face, she was looking down picking at her hands again. She chewed on her lip for a moment before, still keeping her head down, asking;

“Can you give me my estrogen? I’m just… usually I’d go to the doctor but I don’t wanna cause I look like this and and I trust you to do it.” She said and looked over at him, frustration heavy on her face. He noticed she had bags under her eyes, she looked so tired.

“Of course. Where do you take it? Do you have an alcohol wipe?” Hannibal asked softly as he stood up, making his way to his desk. He dug out the box of nitrile gloves that were shoved in the back of the drawer. Willow sniffed and nodded, digging into her purse.

“Yeah I’ve got all the stuff, I have a little kit I um I keep it all in.” Willow said and pulled out a small blue case and fixed her own injection. She’d been taking shots for years, most of the time she’d just do it but… she was too tired and had been putting off and she really didn’t want to just stop taking it because that had happened before and ugh. Today just sucked and she had to see Doctor Lecter anyway.

“I usually do it in my leg but I’d rather not…” She motioned to lowering her jeans in the front. Hannibal nodded and thought for a moment where would be a good place for injection.

“How about your hip? Just hold onto the chair arm.” He suggested, she could grip the arm and lean her weight against it. He also liked the idea of getting to see a flash of what was underneath her constantly covered rear.

“Oh.. yeah that'd be a good spot.” Willow said and unbuckled her belt.

Willow bent over the chair and felt Hannibal rub the line of her jeans waist before pulling them down and then pulling back her soft blueberry printed panties. She was a tad embarrassed.

She had made the panties herself, she’d wanted to learn a womanly skill so she picked up sewing… plus she could make a million pairs of her favorite panties in all sorts of patterns. All with special pockets so she could tuck without tape or anything all just soft fabric.

She just tried to relax. This was a doctor thing. Plus it was Hannibal, he wasn’t anything except sweet and kind to her. Playful and caring. She just tried to take nice big breaths.

Soon the cool touch of the alcohol pad had rubbed a spot on the pudgy squish of her butt.

Hannibal had taken a moment to properly wipe a spot. He was also trying to calm himself down. He’d knew she’d be so plush and pale. Her bottom perky and warm. He dropped the alcohol wipe to the side, deciding that his self control could only hold him back so much.

“Ready?” He asked, taking the cap off the small needle.

“Yeah, ready Hannibal. Can you count down?” She asked, relaxing her leg as much as possible, being relaxed made it hurt less.

“Alright, three, two, one” and it only took a moment before Willow was handing him a bandaid. She had a tear rolling down her cheek.

A cute pink hello kitty bandaid, of course. Which Hannibal gently placed over the injection site. He couldn’t help but smile at the cute little bandaid adoring her perfect bottom.

He gently pulled up Willow’s panties and jeans, allowing her to do up her belt. He turned and threw away the supplies and took his gloves off, calming himself.

Her skin had been so soft, so supple, so… perfect. Like a delicacy.

“Thank you doctor Lecter.” Willow said and wiped her face with a tissue from the box on the side table. She flashed her eyes up to his for a moment so he knew she was sincere.

“I’m proud that you came to me and didn’t bottle it up. If you ever need me, any time, I’m only giving this to you because you are special Willow Graham, this is my home phone.” Hannibal said and wrote his home phone number on a note and handed it to her. She took it and stared at it for a long moment, like she was holding a golden ticket to heaven.

“I-I… thank you Hannibal” She said and pulled him into a hug. They just stayed like that for a long time, until the timer rang out that the session was over and that Hannibal had another patient. Willow gave him another quick squeeze at the door and he patted her hair.

“Bye Hannibal, I’ll make sure to not lose this.” She said and waved the little note and Hannibal waved her bye as she left. He really did have a soft spot for her. And a hard spot, he realized when he had to readjust himself in his slacks.

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“Doctor Lecter! Doc- doctor Lecter! Please open the door please please” Willow cried against the heavy door of the fancy house. She’d only found the house because she’d come over a few times to get her estrogen shots. She just… She didn’t know where else to go. She couldn't get a taxi the way she was dressed. She was leaning heavily against the door, trying to just crawl into the wood and disappear

The door swung open and Hannibal was…

Wearing a pair of silk pajama pants and had a sweater pulled over himself hastily. She fell into his arms and sobbed. His hair was sticking up oddly and he looked so… messy. She had only ever seen him perfectly perfect to the T and yet still… he looked like the best thing she’d ever seen.

“Hannibal, Hannibal, I didn’t have anywhere else to go! These boys, they were so mean, and they- they came to the cafe where I like to grade and stuff a-and they followed me when I left and they took- they took my purse and my glasses. They ripped my skirt off! They called me names and- and they pushed me down and I hit my head on a dumpster and oh it’s so horrible! I didn’t think this would happen and- and anymore! I’m gonna be sick” Willow cried and cried and Hannibal listened. She was in such distress, running around in her undershorts and her blouse off stretched and mangled. She hadn’t been attacked since she had started working as a professor. She thought she passed enough, she thought she was safe. She just wanted to be protected, not be strong. Hannibal was strong enough for them both, she thought.

Hannibal was strong enough. He walked back a few steps, keeping her in his arms but pulling her into the house. He shushed her and rubbed her back with one hand, cradling her head with the other. She was so upset, it made him feel pity for her. She didn’t deserve to be hurt like that.

Anger welled in his belly for revenge but also he wanted to fix this right away. He didn’t want to see her so upset, so bared to the world. He wanted to hide her away from it all, put her in a locket to keep around his neck forever.

“Why don’t we get you in the house, I’ll get you something to put on, and I can take a look at that cut. Does that sound okay Willow?” He asked, a quiet, quiet voice. He noticed her perfect curls were stained and sticky with blood on one portion. It made him sick to think she bled. He wanted to get a look at it, to make it better.

Willow sniffed and nodded her head, not letting go quite yet. She held on for a minute longer before bringing a hand up to wipe at her face.

“That’s.. that’s fine.” She said and followed Hannibal into the warm house. The night had been chilly on her bare legs, she was thankful that even at a late hour Hannibal was willing to bring her warmth and a safe haven. He sat her down in a plush brown chair, telling her he’d go fetch her something to wear after handing her the blanket that had been thrown over the couch.

She nodded and covered her lap with the blanket, it was heavy and richly weaved with hefty spun threads. It felt nice on her hands even as the blood that had stained her hands transferred onto the rich texture. It made her feel calmer just to rub back and forth over the fabric.

Hannibal found her a pair of tie waisted black sleep pants which would be too long and one of his thermal long sleeves in a salmon color. He tried to get her something that wouldn’t make her feel any worse than she already did, the poor thing.

“There we go and you can just leave your other clothes on the counter in there, we won’t worry about them, alright” Hannibal told her and sent her to the hallway bathroom. He ran a comb through his hair and collected up the first aid kit. He’d have to scrub the blood out of his blanket… he saw the blood that was on the blanket and just felt… something like lava in his gut. He picked it up and held the bloody spot up to his face, eyes closing, and took a big breath in. The irony ting of blood, the still warm grace of her scent, it was intoxicating. He heard the bathroom door open again and he put the blanket back down on the chair.

When she came out… he nearly got a nosebleed. She had on a pair of fuzzy bunny socks, and pants that billowed around her and looked so cute in his shirt. She had rolled up the tops and the bottoms of the pants, they still hung down around her feet but not to wear she would trip over them.

She’d ditched her bra since the clasps had all bent from those boys grabbing her by it. She really liked that bra too, it was comfy. And had cost like fifty dollars. She was happily surprised at how warm and soft the fabric had felt on her bare chest and sensitive skin.

Hannibal was very very grateful for it though, her nipples were slightly hard where they hid under the fabric. She was the image of warmth, cozy and comfortable, sad and pitiful, a bit like a kicked puppy.

“Do you feel okay, Willow? Can I take a look at your head now?” He asked and pulled the chair into the light, proper lighting was key to proper care.

“I really appreciate this, Hannibal. It feels like life’s in the shit basket right now, you make me feel… safe” She said and fiddled with her hands, picking at the cuffs of the shirt. She sat down, turning a bit so the bloody part of her head was toward him. She had used a wet cloth to try and clean up some of it. She’d managed to get the blood off her face and neck, she didn’t wanna make it worse and she really just didn’t know what else to do.

Hannibal was gentle while parting her hair, she only had a small cut, not very deep at all. No need for stitches.

“Just a small little cut. We should just wash it gently and put some ice on it. You’ll be okay, no stitches or anything scary.” Hannibal explained and Willow nodded, standing up and moving to walk back to the bathroom.

“How do I wash it? Do you- Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” Willow asked but Hannibal was quick to guide her back to the kitchen. He grabbed one of the tall stools that sat by the workbench and pulled it in front of the sink.

“I believe it would be better if I wash the wound. Do you mind?” He asked and she looked surprised but nodded, a small smile on her lips. She sat down, leaning back and arching her neck so her short hair hung over the sink. She looked up at him, it was criminal that even at this angle he looked amazing.

“Let me fetch a mild soap, only a moment.” He said and left to grab a bottle of his own shampoo, a light nearly scentless soap.

He came back to her scratching her belly, shirt picked up a bit, light happy trail peaking over the rolled waist of her pants. She saw him and yanked her shirt down.

“Sorry! It’s… It’s a stim, I like the feeling…” She explained, face deepening into a cherry red color. He grinned and put his hand on her shoulder, relaxing her back to laying her head on the edge of the sink.

“It’s okay. Now just relax, I know this will burn a bit. I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.” Hannibal explained and pulled the faucet out so he could move it around.

She relaxed, closing her eyes, a grin coming abc to her lips as the perfectly warm water started rinsing her hair out.

“I feel like I’m at the salon. Like I’m getting pampered.” Willow said and giggled a bit as Hannibal worked the soap into her hair gently, being extremely careful around the small cut but also making sure to get it clean.

“Do you enjoy going to the salon?” Hannibal asked and worked his fingers around her scalp, knowing where pressure points were. She signed, letting her head move around as he did more than just clean.

“I like the atmosphere. I like the feeling and the chemical smell. Makes me feel happy to hear the gossip and stuff. I like going just to be a pretty girl, isn’t that silly? It costs me an arm and a leg, but I still go just to feel… happy.” She explained and opened her eyes to look up at him.

He was astonished by her. She did so much, so many small things that he’d never even think of, just to feel comfortable with herself. She looked so pretty, eyes twinkling, lips pouty and sweet. He pulled his hands away, foamy as they were.

“You amaze me, Willow.” He said in a quiet voice. Willow smiled and looked away, cheeks rosy tinted.

“That’s a silly thing to say. I waste money going to the salon, is that so amazing?” Willow questioned and closed her eyes again as the water rinsed away the soap and suds. Hannibal huffed a laugh.

“You, in total, are amazing, Mrs. Willow. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman like you before.” Hannibal said and grabbed a kitchen towel and started patting her hair dry.

“You’re a very sweet Hannibal.” She said and sat still as he pressed and patted at her hair, before leaving the towel on the counter. She kept shifting though, moving as if she was uncomfortable.

“Thank you Willow, was that the only place that got hurt?” Hannibal asked, suspecting there may be somewhere else. The way she was moving and flinching, he was sure there was something else wrong.

“Um no… I looked in the mirror and I got a mark on my… my backside. And my elbow hurts.” She explained and held her left elbow in her right hand. Hannibal pulled the stool and looked through the first aid kit.

“Alright do you want me to see? Did you scrape it or is it a cut on your backside?” He asked, pulling out cream and a bandage just in case she had cut her elbow. She thought for a moment and shook her head.

“It’s all like roadrash-y” She explained, she’d looked in the mirror and seemed almost like.. Like carpet burn. He nodded and grabbed up spray neosporin, a small sprayer that had been used only a few times. It would help the most to keep the wound clean and numb it a bit.

“Do you want to try and get this on it or do you want me to apply it?” He asked, willing his mind not to draft too far into the thoughts of her round plush ass or milky white skin. Willow took the small device in her hands, nearly spraying herself in the face with it, and then handing it back.

“Will it… Will it make it better?” She asked, eyes flashing up to meet his. She was tired and hurt but gosh… gosh she liked the way he took care of her. She liked that he was willing to go out of his way for her needs.

“It’ll make it a little cold but it’ll numb it, disinfect it, and help it heal a bit faster. It’ll be a little wet for a moment but it sets in about thirty seconds.” He explained and watched her fiddle with the rolled waistband of her borrowed pants. She pulled her shirt up and rubbed across the top of them for a moment while thinking before timidly asking;

“Can you do it?” She asked and felt a bit grateful that she’d put her underwear back on when she’d changed pants. Hannibal smiled, eyes having a heat behind them, a hunger.

“Of course Willow, just show me where it’s all scraped up.” He said sweetly and moved to stand right in front of her, she could feel the heat radiating from his sleep warm skin. She licked her lips and nodded. She turned away from him, his eyes only fed the flame that was burning inside her.

Willow pulled down the pants, they ended up just falling to the floor and she dragged her panties so they were bunched up in her crack so her scraped up cheek was bare. She was blushing a deep color, not only out of embarrassment. She felt a heat pooling in her belly, her heart picked up a beat at the thought of Hannibal touching her just a few inches closer… her breath felt panting and heavy. She kept her eyes away from him, looking across the room as her hands grabbed the counter. He took a knee behind her, his breath hitched.

Hannibal stared down at her. Her soft plush thighs, shaved legs, perfect plump ass covered softly by a pair of plain pink striped panties. He glared down at where there was a light swatch of road rash on the center of one plush mound. It felt like it… offended him. How dare something mare such a gorgeous body?

Hannibal gently applied the spray, spreading it gently with his fingers. She was so warm and alive under his hand, muscle twitching and moving. He savored the feeling. Probably more than he should’ve.

He brought his other hand to indulge a little bit by pressing up on the bottom of her plush soft ass, feeling the weight of it, pretending to still be rubbing the spray in even after he let it drop to the counter.

“Okay don’t put your underwear over it till thirty seconds is up. Okay?” He explained and stood up, trying to get his heart to quit its quick race in his chest. He watched her bounce on her feet uncomfortably, causing her ass to jiggle and bounce.

“I hate this” She whined and looked over at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“That’s okay just be brave for a little bit, do you wanna tell me anything? Do you need anything?” He said in a low voice, professionalist to hell, he needed to hear more of her. He stood so close she could feel the heat creeping into her bare legs from his own.

“Can I sleep over? Can I stay here? With you, Hannibal?” She asked, pants forgotten as she turned around, kicking them away. She was nearly chest to chest with him. She looked into his eyes, mouth slightly agape, breath shaking.

“You are something else Willow Graham” Hannibal answered and leaned down, a breath away from her.

“Do you like me Hannibal? Or or something else? Or for someone else? I can just go home, thank you for your kindness, Um-” She said and stepped away, grabbing the pants from the floor and starting toward the door. Hannibal grabbed her wrist and spun her around, chest to chest, lips skimming over her’s as he spoke.

“Willow, do you want to have dinner? Come sit down, I’ll make you dinner.” He offered and slid his lips to kiss her cheek. She reached up and wrapped her arms over his shoulders. He felt so strong under her arms as he kissed along her cheek.

He picked her up and placed her on the stool, she let out a yelp of surprise.

“The way to the heart is through food, I’ve learned. I know you’re hungry, I heard your stomach growl while washing your hair.” He said and leaned against the work counter. She blushed and looked away, shoving the shirt down to cover between her legs, her bare thighs chilled by the cold stool. She bit her lower lip and grinned, she felt… like a sparkly diamond.

“Breakfast at 10pm… my goodness, you’ve just stepped into my life and you’re already mixing things up.” Hannibal said as he finished cooking a pancake and turned the range off. He’d made her a pile of pancakes and bacon, at her request. She’d given him such a playful look, like she was trying to get him riled up or tease him. He found it adorable.

“Sorry. I just need the comfort of a pancake and bacon. Mmh you know how to cook. I can’t cook worth shit” Willow said around mouthfuls of food. Hannibal usually hated bad table manners, found them utterly disgusting. However Willow was adorable with her cheeks full. She looked amazing taking overly large bites and eating like a starved woman. He huffed and smiled at her after her comment.

“Cooking is my passion. I’m glad you find comfort in it.” Hannibal smiled gently and leaned against the counter on his hands. He just watched her. He’d never admit he had at least a slight fetish for watching people eat his cooking but… he couldn’t help the way his cock was more interested in the sight.

“Yeah and you look good in an apron. Even though your hair is a disaster.” Willow said, waving her fork at Hannibal up and down. She was smiling, eyes twinkling, her voice was sassy and teasing, a rarity.

“I was asleep when you got here Willow. I’m not at my peak.” Hannibal quipped back, knowing she didn’t mean it badly. They often teased like this, dancing on the line between teasing and flirting.

To hell with the line.

“I think you look handsome.” Willow said putting the last of her food in her mouth before Hannibal was whisking the plate away to the sink. She kept her eyes down, looking away at the floor, anywhere but the man who was filling the sink.

“Thank you Willow.” He said and washed the dish quickly, putting it on the drying rack. He’d deal with water marks later, he decided.

“I think you look stunning.” He said and leaned against the sink. She looked at him and shook her head.

“I look tired. Can I sleep on your couch? I’m so sleepy.” Willow said and laid her head against the table top. She wanted to dance a bit more with Hannibal, spin each other in more teasing comments and move with each sweet compliment. But she was so tired, especially now that her belly was warm and full.

“Why the couch? I have a guest bedroom…. And my own bed’s quite large.” Hannibal offered, he’d let Willow decide. He said it lightly, open for her to choose. He’d let Willow do anything, terrifyingly. Anything she wanted, he’d be quick to provide.

“Are you inviting me to bed Doctor Lecter?” Willow said, standing up, letting her fingers play across the top of her seat. She chewed on the inside of her mouth nervously.

She’d love to lay with Hannibal. Always wanted to. She’d never… ask though. Never.

The thought of even just being close to his body like that was… thrilling. To be vulnerable next to each other. Even as she was, bared down to a shirt and panties, to lay next to him as is in his pants and thick shirt, she’d be thrilled .

She stood there, heart caught in her chest, breath waiting in her throat, anticipation flooding through her.

“Perhaps I am” Hannibal answered, making his way to stand at the side of the counter. A few feet from the woman. A dance is all this was. A delicate dance. He waited for her to move.

She let out a heavy breath and her face lit up, she grinned, cat like and hungry.

“Perhaps I follow you?” She replied and walked around the whole table, feet light on the floor, bared legs on show, bottom lip between her teeth. She came up behind him, fingers barely grazing his back and traveling down to his waistband. She pulled her hand back and waited for him. He kept his eyes forward as he tried to control himself enough not to throw her over the work bench and fuck her there.

He cocked his head and looked over his shoulder at her where her hand was barely pulled back away from him.

“Mrs. Graham, are you insinuating we’re going to something less than savory?” Hannibal asked, catching her eye over his shoulder. She blushed and looked away, stuttering.

“Would… would it be okay?” Willow asked quietly as Hannibal turned around, hands catching hers. He was warm and his hands were big and soft and… he held her hands so gently.

“More than” he said and bent down, catching her soft lips. She immediately let out a whimper and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer as she reached up on her toes.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She was… so alive under his hands. Her muscles jumping around as she tried to reach up to kiss him deeper. She opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue into her mouth.

He felt on fire as she let out little huffs and complaining noises. She moaned as he kissed against her cheek, working over to nip softly at the hinge of her jaw. She whined when he started down her neck.

“I really am sleepy though. Such a stressful day.” She said and moved away from his mouth, shy look cast across her face. She let her hands fall off of him, expecting disappointment.

He smiled lightly and let his forehead lean against hers, taking a few big breaths, luxuriating in her scent.

“Of course, dear, I’m sure you’re exhausted.” He whispered and let his hands slide down her back, taking just a second to squeeze her soft ass, before picking her up. He hauled her up, carrying her like the princess she is.

She wiggled around for a moment, laughter cracking through her until she was turned to face him, his hands holding her up from under her ass. She hugged tightly to him, wrapping her legs around his solid body. She was giggling, a sound that made Hannibal feel like laughing as well.

“You’re… you’re so strong.” She said and Hannibal was lost in her scent. He was exhausted too but her smell… a bit like blood and rain puddles but also something … so Willow. Something fucking marvelous, in his mind. It made him hungry for more, like he was more than starved.

“You don’t weigh very much” He said, knowing she’d like that compliment. She was always worried that if she weighed too much she’d be seen as less feminine but also she didn’t like to restrict her eating. She was the perfect weight, plush and wonderfully healthy. Right where her body wanted to be.

“Oh, be quiet,” She said as he carried her through the house. She was too tired to really pay any attention other than a few thoughts of What a lovely carpet, I wonder if that’s original wood, How can he keep it all so clean?

Hannibal complied and was silent but grinning as he journeyed to his own bedroom. The bed wasn’t made, he’d rushed out.

Willow was nearly asleep when he put her gently into his bed, right where he’d been sleeping an hour or so ago. He looked down at her, her eyes were barely open.

Then it seemed she remembered where she was and her eyes flew open and she pulled down the shirt to cover her panty clad crotch. But the pull caused it to tighten over the chest. Her soft breasts calling Hannibal to kiss, touch, caress, anything. She just stared up at him, eyes clear of fear, instead full of… interest.

“Like art” He whispered and reached down to push some hair back off her face. She leaned into his hand, keeping her eyes on his as her lips grazed his palm.

He had one knee on the bed beside her, his hands itching to touch her… so he did, he stared down at her plush beautiful body, hand going to hers where it held the shirt down. She gasped lightly when he traced her fingers.

“Willow…” he said and she let go, pulling her hands back and watching as his hand crept up under the shirt, not touching her till it was under her belly button, warm surprisingly soft palm gently sliding up. Over her belly, over to her side, and higher to lightly cup her breast, squeezing it gently before rubbing back down and going up the other side. She pushed her chest up into his hand, soft stomach jumping when he’d skim over her tender nipple.

She was panting, her cock gave a slight throb of interest. Hannibal was so… masculine. So understanding. And his hands were so warm and his bed was so comfy and warm and his sheets felt so luxurious under her.

Even as she became warm with arousal as his hands came to stroke up the inside of her leg and play with her chest she was just… too sleepy.

Hannibal smiled down at her. Sleeping. She was dead asleep, arms lax at her sides, snores softly floating from her. He pulled his hand back from where it had been tracing the bottom of her breast and where it had been petting up her soft thigh.

He shook his head and covered her up, making sure her head was laying on the pillow and that her feet were tucked under the blankets. He got in bed beside her after going and turning all the lights off. He’d shed his own shirt, needing to feel her skin on his. He listened to her snore softly, noticing how she brought her hands up to rest against her chest, over her heart.

A sign of love , Hannibal thought, thinking back to the book he’d read over dreams and sleep positions. He was happy to hold her.

And she was a wonder to hold.

Willow was warm and soft and smelled amazing and her snores were southing and even. Throughout the night she kicked all the blankets off of herself, managed to slip off the shirt, and wiggle to lay in the center of the bed. Hannibal was glad he had a king size bed as he laid on the edge with a sweaty Willow Graham snuggled against his side, leg thrown over his hips and arm around his chest. She smelled like sweat and shampoo and Willow . He savored it as he struggled to get any rest.

However in the morning when she kissed him and swung herself to straddle him, he didn’t quite mind. He woke up and looked up at her, her eyes caught on his own bare chest. She had her tongue caught between her teeth as she smiled widely.

“You didn’t bother me while I slept.” She said and put her hands on either side of his head. He took in a big breath and sign, hands finding her hips.

“You looked too beautiful to disturb. Even when you hit me in the face.” He joked, well only half joked. She had rolled over and smacked him square in the face, but she had also been so utterly stunning with the sunrise gracing her pale skin, he’d rather be beaten to death than dare disturb her.

“I meant you didn’t do anything to me when I was sleeping. I have a habit of… getting too warm and… well stripping.” She explained and looked down at her body, bared of all except her panties which had even been pulled down to barely cover her. Hannibal rubbed up and down over her slim hips, fingers catching on her waistband.

“Well I’m certainly being rewarded for it now, aren’t I?” He asked and she bent down, smiling.

“Rewards can be… mutual. Can’t they?” She asked and let her lips be just a breath away from his. Hannibal surged up and sealed their lips together. Willow moaned into it and let their tongues mingle together in a slick twist.

He pulled back, hand grabbing full of her thick greasy hair, not pulling but holding.

“They certainly can.” He said and flipped them over, throwing Willow down onto her back. She moaned and pulled him back down for another kiss and her legs wrapped around his waist. He let one of his hands travel down to grab at her chest, twisting a nipple.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no, too sensitive, too sensitive! Oh~” She whimpered as he rubbed it roughly. He pulled her back into another deep kiss, hand going to flick her other nipple which made her buck up and pull his hips to hers.

“Oh do it again, Hannibal, oh…” She begged as he grinded against her. He kissed down her neck, sharp teeth running across the tender skin occasionally. She got her hands in his hair, holding on tightly, as he kissed across her collar bones.

She took in hiccuped breaths, small noises breaking up each time she breathed out. Hannibal could help but lose control a bit, he was just a man. A mere mortal man.

He bit against the mound of her left breast, just tight enough to cause her to cry out and pull his hair. He was quick to lick over it and take her nipple into his mouth, suck and licking it.

“Hannibal! More!” She ordered and kicked his hip. She pulled up on his hair, pulling him back up to her lips as her hands blindly tried to untie his silky pants.

She finally got them undone, shoving them down low enough to push them down the rest of the way with her feet so Hannibal could kick them away.

“Too many fuckin’ layers” She complained as he shoved his briefs down the same way. Hannibal smiled against her neck before biting it, causing another wanton cry. He kicked the underwear away before sitting up, leaving her panting against the bed.

He sat up, cock laying over her panty covered crotch. He already knew what was under them. He stared down at her, bite marks decorating her fragile skin, nipples swollen and red, chest rising and falling quickly. She looked at him with dilated eyes, hands going to hold his cock.

She sat up a bit, holding herself up on one elbow as her hand stroked over him slowly and lightly. He was big… certainly bigger than she had expected, bigger than herself easily. A perfect weight and girth in her hand. She wanted it inside but… he knew what he was getting into but still.

“Do you… Can we… Is it ok?” She finally got out looking between the large cock in her hand and his face. He leaned down and kissed her sweetly, hand cupping her jaw.

“It’s okay.” He said simply and she smiled and kissed him again. She laid back down, lifting up her hips so she could pull her panties down and throw them across the room aimlessly.

“Then get to, Doctor Lecter, I’m not a patient woman.” She said teasingly as she waited for him to do something. He looked down at her and ran his hands from her thighs up her body until he was flicking her nipples with his thumbs.

Hannibal was ready to just take what he wanted at that moment. She was… smooth, plush, luxurious in all ways. Her happy trail was faint and soft as it led down to her chubbed up cock. She’d said in appointments before that she couldn’t really get a full erection anymore, but she still enjoyed touching herself there. She was gorgeous, perfect down to her cold feet and perfect six inch cock.

“Is it… is it not what you expected?” She asked after a moment of him staring at her as his hands rubbed mindlessly from her pits down to her hips. Hannibal looked back up at her face, she looked nervous, scared even.

“You, my dear Willow, are so much more than I ever expected.” He whispered and bent down to kiss her sternum. She fidgeted and the scared look stayed place on her face. That didn’t sound good.

“You are more beautiful” He said and kissed over her ribs. She rolled her eyes, emotional poetic man. He moved up between her breasts.

“More stunning, more breathtaking” He said and gave each of her swollen nipples a light kiss. She gasped at the feeling and bucked up as his stomach grazed her cock.

“More bewitching” He said and his hands grabbed her hips and pulled them against his own, causing his cock to rub beside hers.

“Hannibal~” She moaned out and grabbed across his shoulders. Her hips tried to get more friction but he was holding her chin, making her look at him.

“You are more enticing, more alluring, more tempting than even the sweetest apple, my Willow.” He said and she hiccuped before their lips met in a crushing press, tongues twisting until Hannibal was the only one trying, Willow to lost to the pleasure of their cocks rubbing together. Hannibal reached down, clasping a hand around them both.

“Hannibal, Hannibal, please, please, inside” Willow begged and bucked her hips into his hand a few times as he nibbled on her neck, leaving a trail of hickies. Hannibal pulled back away from her to look into her watery eyes.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to.” Hannibal asked, he’d hate to fuck her and her not want it. Her cock gave a vaillant twitch in his hand and he grinned down at her, a predatory look. She nodded, hands going down to pull her own thighs apart for him.

“I haven’t done it in a while though, if you want I can um… I can prepare myself if you want…” She offered timidly. Hannibal laughed and reached over to his bedside. He had a new box of condoms, never bothering to open them since he usually only used them when he didn’t want to bother with a mess. He also grabbed the glass bottle of lube by the pump top.

“Utter nonsense” He said and kissed her, pumping some lube onto his fingers. She got her fingers around his neck, fingers playing with the soft hair back there.

His fingers found her hole, softly circling it, pressing on the tight muscle lightly. Willow gasped and hummed at the feeling of the cold lube against her sensitive spot.

“Have… have you done this part before?” She asked, trying to calm herself down. She was always nervous with new partners, hence why she hadn’t had a ‘partner’ in… so long. Hannibal sat on his knees between her legs, one hand traveling around to pet at her belly and hip and thigh.

“I have.” He said, knowing this would calm her down. He knew her. He knew everything that made her nervous and everything that helped her calm down. She’d told him, or at least told him enough for him to know.

She breathed out and his finger slipped into her, gently he pushed in until his finger was in her, and gently he pulled it out.

Willow sighed and smiled, making a noise like she’d just eaten something good, a light moan.

“Feels good, Hannibal. That feels good. Have you done it to yourself or… someone else?” She asked and tried to stay relaxed as his finger found a nice rhythm. He crooked it, just slightly, and caused her to grab up the sheets and let out a crackly moan.

“Both” He answered her and she looked at him and he got to watch her eyes lose focus for a moment as a second finger joined the first. Her mouth opened as she panted a bit, whines starting to flow out as she tried to rock back on his fingers. He held her hip tightly, fingers spreading and stretching her.

“Hannibal, please, if you keep- keep doing that ‘m gonna cum, don’t wanna cum without you” She begged and pushed his hands away, lightly shoving at his wrists.

Hannibal shushed her and pulled his hands away, grabbing a tissue from the bedside and wiping his hands off, tossing the tissue to the trash. He tore open a condom and rolled it on, just starting to guide his cock into her when she stopped him.

“Wait, um… I don’t like it when um… when I cum and it gets on my belly. I don’t like it.” Willow explained, shame thick in her voice. Hannibal leaned down and kissed below her ear.

“Do you want a condom? Or do you want me to make sure there’s a tissue when it happens?” Hannibal offered quietly, hands rubbing up and down her sides to keep her calm.

A small smile gracing her lips, Hannibal was… so perfect to her. She just was too far in love already.

“A tissue would be better, please” She said and he pulled back to kiss her lips softly and reach to get a tissue. He placed the small napkin by her hip, and leaned back down to kiss her deeply.

“Ready?” He asked and she pulled him in with her legs around his waist.

“Very” She answered and he guided his cock into her.

Willow felt like she could barely breath for a moment. It was so good and it was also a lot . She grabbed the sheets under her, still stained with their scents and the fogging scent of sleep. Her eyes lost focus and floated to somewhere on the ceiling. She was lost to the world, surrounded by warmth and something that made her feel all fuzzy. Love , her brain supplied as every other part shut down so all she could do was feel .

“Willow? Will~ow, where have you gone?” Hannibal asked as he sat, fully seated inside of her. Her body was warm and tight and soft and beautiful, she was beautiful the way she stared off and her hands grabbed tightly onto the sheets, the way her breath came in and out in whiney ways.

“Willow, are you going to kick me if I move?” He asked and she just laid there, lost to bliss, her cock stiffening a bit more in his hand as he gave her a tight stroke.

He pulled back, slowly until just the tip was stretching her rim. She tried to sit up, eyes trying to find his but then he was slamming back into her. She let out a loan deep moan, back slamming down onto the mattress.

“More!” She demanded and pulled him back tightly with her legs. Hannibal complied, setting a fast hard pace, leaning down to nip and bite at her collarbones and chest. Each thrust, each bite, drawing another scream or shout or maon from her sweet lips.

He was getting close, the burning hot pull of her body bringing him to the brink like nothing else, her sounds burning him up hotter than any flame.

“Willow, Willow, Come on, so close baby” He groaned against her collar as his hand started toying with her cock. She whined, clenching up on him, nails dragging down his back.

“Please, please, please, a little more, jus’ jus’ touch me” She begged in a high whiney voice. Hannibal sucked a dark mark into her neck before doing all he could.

His hips slammed into hers, one arm holding him up, the other stroking her in quick tight strokes, he bent down to nip and suck harshly at her chest, her nails scratching across his scalp as she grabbed up his hair. He was so close yet… yet he felt like he couldn’t until he saw her come first.

“Hann-Hannibal, don’t don’t let it- ‘m gonna cum, ‘m gonna cum” Willow cried out as he tensed up around him, her hands pulling his hair, her legs tightening around him until he couldn’t thrust into her anymore. He was quick to blindly grab the tissue and held it against her tip, catching all the watery spend.

She cried out, tensing up, holding on. Hannibal was fast behind her though, finally giving up on lasting and letting her tight hot muscles work an orgasm out of him. His own spend filling the condom.

Willow was sniffling as Hannibal rubbed her thighs to get them to drop away. He pulled out and tied the condom off, tossing it and her soiled tissue away. He looked at her as her hands rose up to wipe at her face, tears rolling off her.

“Sh, sh, sh, Willow, are you okay, my dear?” Hannibal asked and pulled her to sit in his lap. He sat crisscross on the bed, his sniffling love in the basket of his legs. She sniffed and laid her head on his shoulder.

“‘M ‘kay. We’re gonna do it again, right?” She asked as he wiped the mess away from her face. He laughed and hugged her close.

“Of course, now how does a bath and breakfast sound? I need to look at that scrape again.” Hannibal explained and rubbed up and down her side. He’d really marked her up… exquisite .

“Sounds perfect, carry me.” She ordered and soon she was being carried to the bathroom to be pampered.

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