Morgana’s heart raced as her fingertips traced the contours of Sid’s knee brace, she leaned in closer, her warm breath ghosting over the leather as she pressed a feather light kiss to the hardened material. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she found herself licking along the edge of the brace, savoring the taste of leather mingled with Sid’s unique scent.

Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of his shorts, slowly inching them upwards. The revealed skin was a canvas of toned muscles and smooth flesh with a gentle tug, she pulled his boxers down, unveiling his soft penis. Even in its resting state, it was an impressive sight— thick and long, nestled against his thigh.

"Fuck..."

She whispered, her voice laced with awe and desire. She stared at it for a moment, biting her lip. It was perfect, just like the rest of him. Unable to resist, she leaned down and inhaled deeply, savoring his musky scent. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt herself growing wet with desire.

"Unhhhh oh yes."

Sid stirred slightly in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent. Morgana froze, holding her breath until he settled back into a peaceful slumber. Emboldened by his unconscious state, she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly. She felt him twitch and grow harder in her grasp, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

Morgana’s heart raced as she gently stroked Sid’s hardening shaft, savoring the feeling of his warm flesh in her hand. She knew she should stop, that this was wrong, but the forbidden nature of the act only fueled her desire. With trembling fingers, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his penis, tasting the salty pre cum that had begun to bead there.

"Mmmph... mmmm..."

Sid stirred again, his hips twitching slightly as if seeking more contact. Encouraged by his unconscious response, Morgana wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck gently. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive underside, relishing the way he throbbed against her tongue.

As she took him deeper into her mouth, Morgana felt a surge of wetness between her legs. She slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her panties, touching herself as she continued to pleasure Sid. Her fingers moved deftly over her clit as she took Sid’s cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel herself growing more aroused with each passing second, the wet sounds of her sucking and fingering filling the room.

Sid remained asleep, his breathing steady and even, completely unaware of the intimate act Morgana was performing on him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him as deep as she could without gagging. Her free hand gripped the base of his shaft, stroking him in time with her mouth. The taste of his pre cum coated her tongue, and she savored it like a fine wine.

As Morgana felt herself nearing the edge of orgasm, she increased the pace of her fingers and the force of her sucking. She wanted to bring Sid to climax too, to feel him spill his seed down her throat as she came undone.

With a final, deep suck, Morgana felt Sid’s cock twitch and pulse in her mouth. He let out a soft groan, his hips jerking forward as he spilled his hot cum down her throat. Morgana gulped it down greedily, savoring the salty taste and texture. As she did, her own orgasm crashed over her, waves of pleasure radiating from her core.

"Ahhhh...ahhh..."

She continued to suck gently as they both rode out their climaxes, not wanting to wake Sid with any sudden movements. Finally, as the last tremors subsided, Morgana slowly pulled away, licking her lips clean. She sat back on her heels, panting softly as she gazed at Sid’s peaceful face. Her voice was barely above a whisper, her breath warm against Sid’s skin.

"That was incredible,"

She murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Sid’s thigh.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that."

She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of Sid’s knee.

"And you taste even better than I imagined."

With a satisfied smile, she quietly cleaned herself up and straightened her clothesbefore turning back to Sid. She then helped him into a pair of soft pajama pants, easing them over his hips and legs. As she tucked the blanket around him, Morgana leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Sid’s forehead.

"Sleep well."

She then pulled out a foldable mattress from the cabinet and laid it on the floor beside Sid’s bed. After setting down her pillow and blanket, she lay down quietly. A small, peaceful smile touched her lips as she closed her eyes, comforted by the sound of Sid’s steady breathing.

The days moved quickly after that night. Sid’s recovery became a steady rhythm of therapy, rest, and small victories. Morgana helped him through most of it— guiding him during stretches, massaging his leg after each session, and reminding him to take it slow even when he wanted to push harder. Sometimes Big D would visit, loud as ever, bringing takeout or ridiculous jokes that made Morgana roll her eyes. When Morgana had to go to school, Big D filled in, usually making a mess in the kitchen or getting yelled at by the neighbors for playing loud music.

Despite the chaos, things seemed better. Sid could finally walk short distances without support. His limp was still noticeable, but each step felt like a triumph. Morgana always clapped softly or smiled when she saw him walking, her eyes proud. Yet beneath that progress, something darker lingered.

When the pain came, and it always did— Sid reached for the small bottle of pills hidden in his drawer. The painkillers dulled everything: the sharp ache in his knee, the tightness in his chest, and even the memories of falling. He told himself it helped him focus, helped him forget. Each tablet melted away the pain for a while, leaving behind a calm numbness he started to crave.