Not now.
Because now, as I lurked there at the window, watching Lualhati struggle to lean far enough across the bed to fix the blankets, I could think of nothing besides putting my lips, my nose, directly in that spot. Letting my tongue slide into that secret cleft of her.
Perhaps not so secret now, as I stood staring boldly at her, uninvited and unknown.
A bright bolt hit me then, quick as lightning and twice as powerful. It went from my ribs to my belly to my groin. The blow of it finally forced my body into movement, driving me down into a tight crouch on the ground. My chest heaved as if I’d just run span upon span through the woods to get here. My hands hit the melting snow, fingers sinking into the white slush. Feverish, I lurched with equal parts shame and desire.
There could be no doubt that my eyes were now unforgivably white. I clenched them shut in an attempt to master them, master myself. When I opened them once more, they still did not feel quite right. They seemed to gutter, like a stubborn candle had been lit behind them, and no amount of desperate blowing on my part could put out that white flame.
But put it out, I would. Calling on every last speck of fortitude I possessed, I forced calm grey back into my gaze. Once that was done, it left me all-too-aware of yet another problem.
My cock was hard.
And then, from above my head, came the sound of the window scraping open.
“Warden Hallum?”
8
LUALHATI
Yep, that was definitely Warden Hallum down there, despite the fact he didn’t react at all to me saying his name. Just what, exactly, he was doing all tensely crouched in the melting snow beneath the window was anyone’s guess. The man looked like a constipated gargoyle. If a constipated gargoyle had super cute mousey ears. And a shirt, because he was wearing one this morning.
So was I. We matched!
“Hello down there,” I tried again. This time, I did note a reaction in him. A tiny twitch of his ears. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
He didn’t move.
“You…” I placed my elbows on the windowsill and leaned all the way out. “You don’t look alright.” I frowned, Dr. Ortiz taking over from the freshly woken Lualhati. “Are you experiencing any pain?”
“No.”
“Pinkie promise?”
“I do not know what a pin key promise is.”
“Not pin key. Pinkie. The little finger at the end of your hand. A pinkie promise is like an extra strong vow that means you’re super-duper telling the truth.” I leaned further out and down, my boobs squishing against the windowsill, dangling my right arm towards him, pinkie outstretched. Because the house was small, just a little single-storey cabin with this bedroom window set fairly low, and Warden Hallum was so big, I actually was able to reach him down there. Sort of. My pinkie brushed the edge of his right ear.
He jolted, but in a tiny way. A frisson of taut energy running through his frame.
“Give me your pinkie!” I called down, waggling the finger in question beside his head. “The smallest finger on your hand.”
After what felt like forever, he raised his right hand from the wet ground and held it up for my access, pinkie standing straight up, the rest of the fingers formed into a hard fist. I wrapped my pinkie around his, sucking in a breath at the sensation. His skin was wet and delightfully cool from being pressed into the melting snow on the ground, but beneath that slick, shivery cold was the rioting heat I’d come to expect from him. Even just grasping pinkies like this, I could feel the power of it.
My nipples went hard. Obviously, just from the stimulation of being pressed into the wooden windowsill…
“So you pinkie promise that you’re not sick or in pain? Because I am a doctor. Even if I’m not used to treating Zabrians yet.”
“I require no medical assistance.”
“You have to say the words.”
“What words?”
I jostled our joined hands meaningfully.
