*Andrew's POV*

The call went surging through my body, and I was automatically standing before I was fully awake. I saw Eliza was as well, across the room. Good, I hadn't really known whether it would adjust for geographic location, I knew Merry Willows was some distance away. I'd have to ask Blasko sometime if the alert was controlled by the sun or something else. It was good to know Eliza wouldn't be dependent on me letting her know it was time for Watch.

Half awake, I dimly remembered beating off and accidentally climaxing all over my chest, stomach, hands, legs, and kilt, all while being a peeping Tom. I couldn’t decide if I felt more like an unethical bastard that deserved to die or the luckiest bastard in the Forest. Perhaps both?

Though lighting at Dusk was dim and it wasn't immediately obvious, I needed a wash to destroy the evidence, and quickly. I didn't want Eliza to notice, and the stickiness was gross. Just remembering all I had seen, I was getting hard again. Dammit!

I felt shitty about it, though. She had been through so much, clearly. Even what I did know was deplorable. I shouldn't have violated her privacy and the intimate moment she was having with herself. I just wanted to, well, I really wanted to... I pushed a fleeting, lewd, impulse away. What mattered was that I wanted to make things better for her. I wanted to help Eliza make herself a new life.

I walked over to the washbasin. I had never been shy about my body before, quite the opposite, but I suddenly grew worried at the thought of bathing in front of Eliza. I wasn't sure what had happened to her; what if the sight of me was traumatic? Then a very unwelcome thought, what if I became aroused?!? It seemed unlikely, but as soon as I had touched Eliza for the first time, my cock had woken up from hibernation with a hideous vengeance. Stupid thing. I scowled into the floor of the basin.

Eliza called over, "Hurry up and get naked if you're gonna do it, cutie! Don't be shy, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Then she laughed. Oh, well, that answered that! Probably best not to let on that I had been concerned about her.

I smiled. "Ok, but don't look, I've got a scrawny butt!" I held my breath as I took my kilt off.

"It ain't scrawny, it's cute as a button! I just want to pinch it, Andrew!" I turned my head, scandalized, grinning, and bright red, to look at Eliza. She was affecting a joking flirtatious air, beaming and pinching the air, winking and blowing me a kiss. I rolled my eyes, but was secretly, maybe, pleased, just a little.

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*Eliza's POV*

Sometimes, in life, you are faced with challenges. They may include things like, in my case, poor treatment by others your age, and even adults. Other possibilities include trying to cope with a disability, such as the paralyzed Fae who had harassed my Uncle Henry now dealt with on a daily basis, all for acts they committed a long time ago. Some challenges are a lot more acute, but important in their own way.

Right then, I was faced with the hottest man I had ever seen, naked. Right in front of me. As in, seven feet away. And poor Andrew had clearly been in pains at having to be nude in front of anyone. I doubted he had been with anyone since his boyfriend (or husband) had passed. The last thing he needed was a woman staring at his cock and panting. So I had to rise to the challenge and set him at ease. I resorted to humor.

"It ain't scrawny, it's cute as a button! I just want to pinch it, Andrew!" I made my best Eliza-gon'-eat-you-up face, gave him an exaggerated, sultry wink, gave his bum some air tweeks, and blew him a big kiss for good measure. Then I chuckled and feigned a loss of interest, while sneaking peaks as I could. I tried to think on other things and not stare.

Andrew had a lot more tattoos than I did. Most of them were on his arms, with some on his chest and neck. The three people in Merry Willows who did the best work had hated my family, so everything I had was done by the rare traveling artists who occasionally came through. I wondered if, perhaps here, Andrew would know someone who would be willing to work on me? I also wondered if Andrew would let me see his tattoos more closely. Or touch- no, don’t think about that!

I liked body art, I always had. I had stopped trying to wear body jewelry above clothing because others had always ripped it out. As I scrubbed my teeth I found thoughts about my past coming to me, unwelcome.

When I was a preteen, a group of teenagers had held me down and spat on me and ripped out my earrings. I broke a total of three arms, one leg, four noses, and there had been one concussion severe enough to really get the Healer's attention. No one had mended my ears, including my parents.They had healed scarred. Henry was gone, and my grandparents were dead by then.

I had tried once more. Towards the end of training, I had pierced my septum and had a small ring I had bought that I put in. It had been in two days when I was woken up by something stuffed in my mouth, and I couldn’t see. I just waited, took several punches and jabs to the body, head, and legs, as I was flung about and carried in my nightclothes. Remarks were made over and over about what a pig I was, how heavy and fat.

Eventually, I was sat in a chair, the bag removed, and I saw about a third of my classmates, along with a few tribesmen. We were in a barn. I just waited. I had done this before.

Between one to three (generally) instigators, would give a little talk regarding how I was an abomination. There might be mention of some specific imagined slight or insult, that really varied. Then, they would try and hurt and/or kill me, at which point I would severely injure a few of them, and the remainder of them would be surprised (as though that outcome could not possibly have been anticipated) and they would all run away. Tomorrow, I would be chastised, and occasionally punished.

I sighed and looked around, irritated. Most of this group was female, which made it less likely they would try and rape me, which was nice, but it also meant they were often more hesitant to get started. "Whoever is the ringleader, could you please get started?” No one said anything. “You know, with the insults, denouncing me as unnatural, etc? I’d like to get finished on time to get a little sleep yet." Nothing. This was taking even longer than usual. “For fuck’s sake, you pussies, I don’t want to be late to Training tomorrow, I really fucking hate that!”

There we go! Sarah, a real cunt, came storming over and gave me a weak back-handed slap. "You won't be going to Training tomorrow, you slut!"

Now, I was a virgin, at that point. Sarah, on the other hand, was a slut of the foolish kind. Instead of eating that special berry every day, kestgerry, the girl's best friend, I knew she had gone to the Healer, twice, for the tea to make a seed that has already taken, dislodge. I chuckled at the irony.

Sarah must have known what I was thinking, gotten a little too mad, and made a foolish mistake. She grabbed a pair of pliers and tore my new piercing out. Now, normally, I did not get truly angry, not anymore, during these 'encounters' with my classmates. I hadn't broken a bone in over two years. But I had really liked my new jewelry. And I saw that the pliers had ruined it, it was twisted on the ground. I lost my temper.

I dived at Sarah and crushed her ankles in my hands so she could not run from me. As she went down, I had opened a mainline to my source, and channeled more pain than I had in a long time. I used it to bring my arm down across both her femurs and split them like balsa wood. I snapped her left humerus, and then her right, as others kicked and punched me, making me strong enough to do it with barely any effort at all. There was frantic screaming, and people trying to pull me off of her, and I just laughed. No one had thought to ask if I would like a handkerchief for my nose.

I remember holding my hand around her throat as I sat on her chest, and calmly telling everyone to back away, or I would kill her. Sarah cried, high-pitched, and screamed and screamed for everyone to get away, get the fuck away.

I looked down at Sarah, her face contorted with pain and fear. I had no intention of killing her, but thought it best not to let on, so I gave her throat a little squeeze.She screamed. "Listen. I don't like hurting others. I am tired of this.Some of you assault me because I am different, I send a few of you to the Healer, and the rest of you piss your pants. But, sure as shit, you do a different version of the same thing a few weeks later. But this time, you have ruined my ring. You have a week to give me 12 silver, by the way." I paused. I thought, just maybe, I saw a slight spark of comprehension.

"You don't need to like me. But if you keep attacking me, you will keep getting grievously injured, and it will never, ever be any other way. You would need the entire village. Because of the very reason you so hate me. You fools." I stood up, and walked out of the barn, unimpeded.

That had been a bluff, for sure, but it had worked. And at that moment, I had been angry enough that I had believed it to be true. I had no idea how many Fae Watchmen, villagers, and ignorant teenagers it would have taken to successfully kill me, as I had never faced Fae in serious battle, and couldn’t think of any reason I ever would. But it seemed unlikely that the entirety of Merry Willows would have been necessary to bring down my teenaged self. Especially given what I learned many years later, but that was a whole different matter.

Regardless, that Night was when my esteemed colleagues had learned their lesson. There were no more encounters after that. The next day, I did indeed receive 12 silver, delivered by Sarah’s boyfriend.

I glanced quickly over at Andrew, who was washing his personals with the poor, beat-up sponge. Gods, the man was gifted! Lucky fucking sponge!

I licked my lips and recalled the sight from earlier of Andrew's hips arching slightly as he tensed, grunting, as the stream of white semen had shot out onto his chest, then started coming in spurts onto his stomach, and finally he had milked the last bits onto his thighs, hips, and hand. His eyes had been squeezed tightly shut and he had been biting his lips.

How my genitals were going to survive living with someone so profoundly attractive, who appeared to be an incredible person, that was treating me with greater kindness than I had ever encountered, but that was incapable of sexual attraction to me, I wasn't sure. I had never been in a situation even remotely like that one. I hoped I would get used to Andrew and it would wear off. Like building up a tolerance for alcohol.

Maybe if I masturbated more it would take the edge off? I frowned, unconvinced.

I was getting tired of constantly being wet between my legs.Frankly, I was worried it might drip down and Andrew might see it. Best case scenario- Andrew would think I had an incontinence issue. Worst case- Andrew would know exactly what it was and be horrified.

Alternatively, I was afraid it might start to cause some kind of irritated rash on the skin of my thighs. Tomorrow, I would just have to ask Andrew to buy me some undergarments. It may break with tradition, but I'd never be an effective Watchman if my thighs were badly chafed. Ugh, what a mess!

Notes

i totally did not accomplish a bunch of the stuff i was supposed to do this weekend. oops. i'm just terrible about that sometimes.