Strange night

That night, Kael has trouble getting to sleep. It’s always like this the night before action. After tossing and turning for a while, he decides to get up and use the restroom. As he walks past Evie’s room he sees that there’s a dim light inside, the door cracked open. Figuring she must be reading, he moves on.

After finishing his business in the bathroom, Kael heads back towards his room. However, a sound from Evie’s room makes him pause. Not quite a sigh, and not quite crying, it leaves him curious. Taking a look through the slightly open door, he freezes in his tracks.

Evie is lying on the bed, the book open beside her. And she’s naked. Kael knows he should look away, but he can’t stop watching her. Evie has her eyes closed, and a hand between her legs. In the candlelight, he can see the wetness on her fingers as she toys with herself. Her other hand is on her small breasts, her nipples light pink and hard, standing up atop the soft mounds. The sound he heard is her soft moans, as she writhes beneath her own touch.

“Oh…oh yes…oh master….”

Kael can’t believe his ears. Is she…thinking of him?!

“Please, master…yes! Oh yes….”

Evie bites her lip, moaning as she trembles in pleasure. Kael can see her muscles twitching as her fingers plunge inside. The small tuft of green hair above her pussy glistens with her juices, and Kael can hear the faint wet sounds as she fingers herself. Kael watches as her back arches, her smooth brow furrowing as her voice chokes off. Her face and chest flush with pleasure, and her hand falls from her breast to clutch at the sheets as she reaches her climax.

“Oh master…”

Kael steps away before he is discovered. He feels ashamed for having watched, but at the same time, a thrill at what he saw and heard. What did this mean? Just a fantasy, surely. Everyone has fantasies that they never act upon. And she has been reading that book.

Kael hurriedly goes back to his bed, his mind whirling. Evie is gorgeous, that much is true, but he can’t take advantage of her like that. She’s stuck in this house, and making the best of it. That’s all this is.

But all he hears in his head is Evie’s soft voice, at the height of pleasure. Calling to him. And all he can picture is her lithe, nude form. He forces his mind to empty, and rolls over. Sleep is the cure. Eventually, it comes. And his dreams are not nightmares, though they torment him regardless. Evie awaits him in the depths of his sleep.