Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Andrew’s POV*

I was surprised to catch Eliza glancing at my genitals while I was washing quite a few times. I told myself that it was likely cultural, that there must not be a stigma against staring in Merry Willows, but… Was I just seeing what I wanted to see? Shit! I started getting excited! I tried thinking about the hard, moldy, cold, square loaf of bread, rotting fruit, a rainy day, really boring conversations with my Gran, anything, fucking anything! I saw Femme eying me balefully, tail twitching, irritated at not having been fed yet, and that did the trick.

Crisis averted! My impending tumescence settled down, and the threat became less dire. I would think about Eliza later. No more sexy thoughts; that could have been disastrous. Eliza could have seen me erect! I quickly finished washing, dried off, and went to get dressed. “Basin’s yours, Eliza, if you need!”

“It’s not nearly as much fun when I don’t have a fucking sexy Officer washing my nethers, but I guess I’ll make do on my own!” She chortled playfully and I made myself laugh with her. Instead of, for example, saying, ‘Baby, I will wash you anywhere you want, especially there,’ and launching myself at her, no sponge necessary. But I thought of that look in her eye and got daring. “Maybe next time!” I said it as a joke, still laughing, but was curious how it would be received.

“That sounds fabulous, Andrew!” She hadn’t protested! What did that mean?

Fuck! I didn’t have time to think about the significance of that, I had to take care of the boner I had just started forming afresh, or we’d be late for Watch. “I’m going to run outside and take a leak, I’ll be right back.” I didn’t wait for a reply; I grabbed my splat rag from my hammock, stuffed it in the belt of my kilt, and headed outside.

I practically sprinted behind the shelter, out of sight from the path, knelt on the ground, flipped my kilt up, readied the rag, quickly decided it was unnecessary, and started beating off. Gods, I wanted Eliza! I wanted her so badly, so fucking badly! I wanted to help her, protect her, make her feel good again. Fuck! I wanted to show her what it’s like to be treated well. I wanted to lick her pink pussy until it was swollen and ready for me. I wanted Eliza to be ready and willing, overcome with happiness and contentment as she wrapped her long legs around my waist.

I pumped and pumped, seeing her pale, ripe breasts, fantasizing them beneath me as I entered her for the first time. How wet she would be, I would satisfy her in every way, when she came, how tightly she would close around, fuck, fuck… My eyes rolled upwards as I spurted into the hedges behind the shelter, visions of breasts jiggling, of soapsuds cascading over her hips and buttocks, memories of the feel of her against my chest and wrist, all congealing into a profound desire.

I looked at my dick critically, wiping the tip off with the rag. I felt like I had my answer, earlier than I anticipated. Orgasm alone hadn’t taken care of this. I flipped my kilt down. Well, shit. I didn’t want to drop a bomb and make things awkward before Watch; besides, we had to get going. I resolved to talk to her sometime after the Night was over.

On my way back inside, in my haste, I almost stepped on one of the king snakes that lived underneath the south side of the shelter. “Sorry, little one!” It paid me no heed, carrying on its way.

Notes

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