Toby had collapsed on top of Liz as they had both ridden out their spectacular orgasms, but he used what little strength he had left to raise himself upon his four limbs once more and look down upon warmly upon the beautiful girl he had claimed for his own. Liz was panting heavily, but gazed up adoringly at him, and gave him the first real, warm smile she had given anyone for a long time.

"The pleasure was all mine," Toby replied softly to his girl, and gave her one last deep, passionate kiss, wrapping her in his arms and keeping her close to him. His first time had been so much better than even he had expected… as well as being the most pleasurable experience he had ever had, he had given Liz the time of her life, and had showed her what real sex was, the sort of sex only two people deeply bound by love, affection and loyalty could have. "This has been absolutely wonderful, Liz," he whispered softly into her ear, "I will remember this for the rest of my life."

Toby hugged her all the more warmly as he heard her say this, and kissed her softly on the cheek. Though they still had a long way to go before they could truly understand each other, he still knew that Liz was his girl. He had claimed her for his own, and allowed himself to be claimed by her. His seed was inside her, her juices covered him. He could feel oxytocin, the bonding hormone that can only be unlocked by such passionate lovemaking as theirs, surging through him, and his heart instinctively felt connected to hers, as it lay within her soft breast. The unique merging of their respective scents laced the room. A large puddle that mixed his semen and her vaginal fluids lay behind them on the soaking bedsheets. A lot of this heady mixture covered his cock and her pussy. They were fully, naturally bound together, and nothing would separate them now, Toby resolved, least of all Liz's abusive mother.

Toby was disappointed when he felt Liz shuffle along the bed out of his embrace, and concerned at her words. "What do you mean? You mean the room shouldn't stay like this? Or we shouldn't sleep together? Or… you don't want us to be a couple?"

Toby visibly relaxed when he heard this. "I'm glad to hear that," he said gently to her, wrapping his arms around her belly and placing his hands gently upon the small of her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek to soothe her. "To be honest I was quite happy to let your mother see all this, to show the old witch we are a couple whether she likes it or not… but do you mean she's to be leaving permanently? Because that would make things a whole lot easier." He smiled warmly. "In any case, she's certainly not going to be here for the rest of these next two weeks - while the cat's away, we two little mice can play." He kissed her softly on the nose.

"Hmm. Well, every day she's away is a day where we can ignore the idea that she ever exists and can enjoy spending time together, just the two of us," Toby said gently, settling himself back down on the bed, on his back, and guiding Liz down to join him, his girl snuggling up to him with her head on his chest. He gently traced a pattern in her tangled blonde hair, and laid back to relax. His balls felt significantly lighter now that he had emptied much of their contents, but otherwise he felt none of the negative side-effects he normally experienced after masturbating - he didn't feel hugely tired. Oxytocin still swam through his body, keeping him happy and content. And he felt none of the guilt that came with any masturbation attempt - on the contrary, a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. He had finally found a girl who had understood him, was deeply, innately attracted to him and, best of all, wanted to be with him. He no longer needed to care about the girls from his past who had rejected him, or who he had failed to ask out. Hell, those girls now seemed the most distant memories, little more than bad dreams. His troubles with porn and masturbation were the same - now that he knew how true sex between two people who truly loved one another as part of a sincere, committed, long-term relationship felt, the act of masturbation seemed an empty, shallow, cheap copy, and porn… why, porn was purely monetised smut between prostitutes who only wanted to milk money out of other people's loneliness. Now, whenever he felt his innate biological desire to mate, he knew Liz would be there for him. Liz would do anything she could to indulge that desire, out of pure love and affection, just as he would do the same for her. He idly noticed some of his cum trickling out of Liz's pussy onto the sheets. He supposed they would have to clean all this up… after all it had to be done if they wanted to sleep in the bed again tonight without feeling the wet aftermath of this morning's passion. But that was a job for later, for now that his appetite for love was satisfied, he was hungry for food and drink. As if she were subconsciously agreeing with him, Liz's stomach gurgled softly with need for nourishment. He turned to the clock. "Blimey, is that the time?" He yelled sharply. It was half past eight - they had been making love for an hour and a half this morning. "Time for Breakfast, Liz!" he said, taking her small hand in his and helping her off the bed. "I suppose we'd better put our pyjamas back on again… or, we could always have breakfast just as we are… au naturelle."