Thirty-nine:
Princess Sirena
The letter was slipped into my room late at night when I was by myself. I thought that maybe he planned it that way. That Zale knew that I would be alone, that I would be playing with myself again. I was thinking of him. For all the trouble I had gone through keeping him alive, I kept on thinking about him and me in the meadow. I wanted to give into temptation and go to him. The letter made that desire worse.
My cunt was dripping, aching for him as I rubbed myself. I rubbed myself so much that I was gasping his name, and then the door my room opened. I jumped up. “What on earth----” Zale was standing there in the dark, a smirk on his face.
I glared at him. “Were you waiting by the door?”
“Yes,” he said, “you’re attracted to me.”
I frowned. “You…. yo
