Get into bed.

She climbs under the covers first. Then, she pats the area next to her. It really is a gigantic bed. You slide under the covers next and take a deep breath, hoping this is your chance to finally relax. You have no idea if Vivi's potion even can wear out at this point. You are aroused. If all it did was fill your balls and make you horny, that's going to be present no matter what. You're on your own here. All you need to do is think unsexy thoughts and bring it back down, deal with blue balls over night, and when this is all over, you can tug one out somewhere else.

Abigail claps and the lanterns go out. The room remains dimly lit by the light from the stars, the moon, and the glow of the city. You look to her laying so peacefully beside you.

She then wiggles up to press her head into your chest.

There's so much room. Why does she have to **** me to the edge of the bed?

Then, she turns around, and becomes a little spoon in front of you. Her rear presses into your erection before it can fall flaccid again. You curse at the feeling of her barely clothed ass pushing against a pair of pajamas so thin you might as well be naked. She shifts around, stroking it against the softness of her cheeks, until she finally takes a deep breath and falls still.

If I burst now, I'm dead. It'll go right through these pants and cover her backside... I gotta hold it together. This is the toughest foe I've ever had to fight.

Time passes, but thankfully she doesn't move more. Though it's difficult to sleep while so pent-up, and with her in your arms. Hours go by. You go in and out of it. You imagine it's getting close to midnight at this point.

She then starts moving again. Her nightgown rides up her body, so now her bare ass is slipping up and down over your shaft. Your body has rested more than enough it seems. Her pushing up against it starts your cock rising up again. You groan and accept that you're not getting a single wink of sleep tonight. Even in her sleep she's teasing you without realizing it.

After tossing and turning, she stops to face you. Her eyes are open. "Kyle... I can't sleep," she says quietly.

You then hear some quiet rustling in the room around you, though it could easily be any number of things--the blinds, a mouse, the castle creaking. You can't think much of it now, with her in your arms.

"Why not?" you ask.

You jump at the sudden sensation of her hand once again touching your cock.

"Poking me..."

"S-Sorry. That's what it's like being a man you know. We don't have to hug all night."

"But I want to hug." Her hand starts to move.

"Remember what happened before? You apologized for doing this."

"Huh?" She sounds incredibly groggy, like she doesn't even know what she's doing.

You grab her wrist. "You're not even--" Then your eyes catch something in the darkness of the room.