Story: Elara instinctively raised her hand, covering his large genitals

Elara instinctively raised her hand, covering his large genitals as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. This was not how she envisioned their first encounter. She had come to the moonlit garden seeking solace, not a chaotic rush of unexpected feelings. "Sorry!" she blurted out, her cheeks burning. "I didn’t mean to—" He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to lighten the heavy air around them. "It's alright," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I should have been more aware of my surroundings." Taking a step back, Elara tried to regain her composure. She was here to seek clarity after a tumultuous week, not to be caught up in a moment that felt out of place. Yet, there was something captivating about him—the way the moon dappled his features, casting shadows that danced as he moved. "What's your name?" she asked, shifting the subject. "Orion," he said, extending a hand, which she hesitantly shook, feeling the warmth radiate from him. "Elara," she replied, her voice steadier now. As they talked under the stars, swirling past the awkwardness of their initial encounter, Elara found herself laughing. The conversation flowed, revealing shared interests and dreams. It felt as if they had stepped into a world all their own, separate from the worries that plagued her. Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all. Perhaps it was the beginning of something unexpected.