Those eyes, those violet eyes belong to a woman of sorts. She watched from the closet and every night she tried to catch him natural, yet unlike her, he slept with clothes on. She made it as far as the edge of the bed three nights in a row before getting skittish and backing back to the closet. It had been a few day's since the party, that lady he had been with, had came over again a few days prior. She's watched him waste his fertilizer quite a few times to images on his view portal. Every night she made herself get closer and closer, forcing herself to the bed, on the bed. It happened one night he didn't feel like spreading fertilizer all over himself. She allowed her curiosity to take control, finding herself on the bed, straddling with hands and knees over his legs. Looking him over, she caught herself running her small hands across his body. Down the center of his back, over his muscular arms, he rolled on to his back- startled; she lifted off the bed and waited.
His snoring resumed, as did she, running her hands across his chest and abs. She reached his inner thigh and something started poking out of his boxers. The more she rubbed, the more it came out to the point it was staring her in the face. So she sniffed it and looked it over, it was most certainly bigger than she was accustomed. She rubbed it like the rest of his body, every so often, it'd jerk. She rubbed it more, it'd jerk again, rub, rub, rub, jerk and this time started to leak. She was enjoying herself and rubbed it a tad to much. She had both hands wrapped around it and was enjoying herself. The next thing she knows is her face has been sprayed as she pushes it away, wetting his chest. She sits there with one eye winced and darts to the closet. She watches and licks her lips. His sweet, sweet nectar was all over her face.
The next night she got a little braver. Once William was asleep, she snuck out from the closet and once again ran her fingertips from his chest to his inner thighs. She eyeballed his cock real good, as she grabbed it in both hands and slowly massaged. It had throbbed and flexed in her hands. She had gotten a little carried away, speeding up. He moaned and moaned, just as he started to wake up, she was steadying her mouth over the tip; she caught his eyes as he spurted his load. She quickly vanished and missed out his spunk.
Determined, not giving up, she returned over the next few nights for her midnight snack. It was as if it was a game for the playful sprite. One night William didn't come home when she expected. She walked around his whole apartment to no avail.
"Dude, that test today kicked my ass," William stated.
"Yeah well, the beer will help ease the pain, guy!" Zane took a swig.
"At least it's over!" William shouted.
"Yes sir, not soon enough for this Friday either," Davis agreed.
"What are you doing tonight, Will?" Zane asked.
"Goin to bed after this, my cousin Ramona, from far away is coming in town Saturday," William sighed.
"So no hanging out, dude...lame," Davis slammed his mug. "Wait... is she hot?"
"I guess if you like neo-goth chicks..." William said.
William slung his backpack on the couch as he entered his apartment. He thought to himself it was probably best he never tell anyone about those wet dreams he's been having especially his friends. Another thought was that there was no reason to sit here with no television to watch. With a sigh, he slumped to his bedroom taking another glance at his sparsely furnished home. The closet door was wide open as he thought to himself, "Fucking door..." not bothering to close it, he turned on his radio, sat his phone to charge, noticing it is almost three thirty in the morning and laid there. He knew he'd need to meet his cousin sometime in the morning but he couldn't bring himself to sleep. He lay motionless for a moment before actually taking his clothes off, as he lay, he rested his eyes. Almost actually dozing off, he felt something lightly touch him near his crotch. He swatted and scratched till it returned moments later. Soon he was relaxed; he opened his eyes to see a mysterious woman- licking his cock.
This petite woman with porcelain skin, frost blue lips nibbles on him. He thought it was a dream; she had wings standing straight up from her back. Something the likes a fly or some type of wasp. She looked up at him with violet eyes. Her silky black hair was in braids that were braided in to one larger braid off to her side. She looked at him as he looked at her, frozen at the sight of his consciousness. He sat up slightly for a closer look and she backed away.
"Wait, is this a dream?" William whispered.
She looked at him, head cocked.
"Is it? I mean, are you real?"
"Yes, I am real," she glared.
"And you speak english..." William thought aloud.
"We taught you humans how to speak and write, millenia ago." She said.
"You're not human, what are you?" William asked.
"A faery, am I not a pretty one at that?" She buzzed her wings for a floating spin.
"Those aren't faery wings, but you are very pretty," he stared.
"These are so faery wings, I'm a scout. I don't need big beautiful butterfly wings, she glared once more. "Tell me your name."
