Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

*Eliza’s POV*

“Oh fuck!” Andrew’s pupils were both incredibly dilated. “Literally? Are you ok?” Andrew smiled widely, brushing some sweaty hair from my face.

“Gods, Eliza, you are an angel! How could I not be ok? Kiss me!” Andrew didn’t give me a chance to comment, launching himself at me and latching on, stealing my breath away. He had such an incredible presence, I was overwhelmed, melting into him as he held my head, then he was squeezing at my chest like it was a good luck charm, I felt like I was on fire. I made myself pull away, but he just moved to kissing my neck, then sucking on my nipple.

“Uh! Andrew, really, are you alright? You had a concussion earl-” He must have sensed the concern in my voice, and stopped long enough to look up, though his hand still drifted between my thighs. I couldn’t help but part them for him. He had such a magic touch, such long, nimble fingers…

“-Eliza, I know that something different is happening, different from usual. But I feel fantastic, please, I swear I will let you know if I feel unwell. I beg you, let me taste you again?” Before I could answer, Andrew began gently massaging around my shameful button, and I felt myself grow tense as it got increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

I gasped, and Andrew growled animalistically at me, kissing me briefly. “Please, just once more? Rub my antlers, I love it when you rub my antlers!” He looked desperately hopeful, and I could tell that something about pleasuring me orally was gratifying to Andrew, in the literal physical sense. It had to be my elfin blood, somehow. It overrode my insecurities, the embarrassment over my abnormal genitalia.

I reached for Andrew’s antlers and started rubbing small circles with my thumbs, then stroking them. Andrew’s dilated pupils partially rolled back into his head as he groaned, increasing his efforts between my thighs. “Uh-alright, if that’s what you really-“

In seconds, Andrew was licking and sucking between my legs in a frenzied fashion, making me howl and call his name like a dying woman! I wasn’t sure what he was doing, to be honest. I felt his fingers inside of me, pressing and pushing all the right places rapidly, and I felt him lapping, sucking, even biting. The tidal wave of sensations came from deep inside as well as my disgraceful, hungry nubbin. Everything meshed together, pulsing in rhythm with each penetration. I continued stroking Andrew's antlers, trying not to squeeze when he did something particularly delightful.

I was worried for Andrew, he was frantic in his attentions, I should stop him… But then, I felt a quickening, an acceleration in my loins. “Andrew! Uhm… Don’t stop, I-“ Lightning rods of ecstasy shot through my entire body as Andrew pumped me with his long fingers, mouth glued to my forbidden button, eyes locked on mine. “Andrew!” I lost focus, quaking, as I came. Afterwards, I was dimly aware of Andrew gently licking at my cunt as he cradled my hips, making me tremble.

Notes

heh. the consequences of antler-rubbing.