She leaned forward again, her silver hair creating a curtain around their faces, isolating them in a private world of lust.
Her lips biting his slightly erect nipple.
"Please... someone might..." Alex gasped, his eyes rolling back as a wave of intense sensitivity shot from his nipples down to his dick.
"Shushhh…," she hissed, her blue eyes glowing. "Only you can see me and feel how much I want to devour you."
She moved her hand down, her long, sharp nails scratching lightly over the bulge in his pants.
"Mmmph! Haa... ahh!" Alex bit his lip so hard he tasted blood, his hips jerking involuntarily off the mattress, chasing her hand.
The friction was too much for his shedding, raw skin.
"That's it," she cooed, watching his face flush a deep, aroused crimson. "Moan for me. Let me hear how pathetic you are."
"Who's there?"
A sharp, startled voice cut through the heavy, erotic atmosphere like a knife.
The sound came from the direction of the hallway bathroom, followed by the click of a latch.
Alex froze, his heart stopping in his chest.
The Empress stopped grinding. She looked toward the door, her expression shifting from lust to annoyance, then she smirked.
"Oops," she whispered, winking at Alex. "Someone;s here..."
With a soft poof, the weight on Alex's hips vanished.
The visual of the silver-haired seductress dissolved into thin air, leaving Alex gasping, sweaty, and painfully hard, staring at the empty ceiling.
The door to his bedroom creaked open slowly.
"Alex?"
It was Elena. She was wearing a towel wrapped around her wet hair and a simple bathrobe, looking like she had just finished washing up.
She stood in the doorway, her eyes scanning the dark room with suspicion.
She had been in the bathroom down the hall when she heard the distinct, muffled sounds of heavy breathing and what sounded like a woman's voice coming from Alex's room.
"I heard... talking," Elena said, stepping cautiously into the room. "And... moaning?"
She looked around, expecting to see Alex hiding a girl.
But what greeted her was just Alex.
He was curled up in a fetal position on the bed, his face buried in the pillow, shivering.
He looked small and miserable, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead.
Elena narrowed her eyes, scanning the corners of the room. Nothing. The window was closed. The closet was shut.
She walked over to the bed and looked down at him.
Alex lay perfectly still, feigning sleep, though his heart was pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it.
He kept his breathing shallow, praying she wouldn't notice the massive tent in his blanket.
Elena sniffed the air. The room smelled intensely of sweat, fever... and that strange, sweet floral scent she had smelled on him earlier.
But there was no one else there.
"Huh?" Elena frowned, rubbing her forehead. "Is it just my imagination?"
She stood there for another moment, watching his chest rise and fall.
"Must be the stress," she muttered to herself, backing out of the room. "Lady Clara really messed with everyone's head today."
She took one last look at Alex's flushed, pretty face, feeling a strange flutter in her stomach, before shaking her head and closing the door softly.
"I must be imagining," she whispered.
The door clicked shut, sealing the room in silence once more.
Alex held his breath for another ten seconds, waiting for the sound of Elena's footsteps to fade down the hallway. Only when he heard the distant creak of her bedroom door closing did he finally let out a ragged, trembling exhale.
"Safe..." he whispered, his body sagging into the mattress.
"Safe? Is that what you call it?" The Empress's voice slithered back into his mind, no longer an external projection but an internal whisper dripping with amusement. "I felt your heart stop, were you afraid she'd join in? Or were you afraid she'd see how eager you were to fuck?"
"Shut up," Alex groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. "You almost got me killed. If she saw you..."
"She can't see me unless I want her to," the Empress corrected lazily. "But she definitely saw that."
Alex didn't need to look down to know what she meant. The tent in his quilt was still standing proud, a humiliating testament to what had just happened.
The ache on his dick was a throbbing, needy pulse that refused to die down.
"Go away," Alex muttered, shifting his legs.
Bad idea.
The movement caused the rough fabric of his flannel shirt and sweatpants to rub against his feverish skin.
"Itch..." Alex hissed, his eyes snapping open.
He couldn't take it anymore. His trembling hand moved to the waistband of his sweatpants.
He shoved the fabric down past his hips, freeing his erection into the cool air of the room.
It bounced once, heavy and angry, leaking clear fluid that glistened on the dark, swollen head.
He wrapped his fingers around the shaft.
"Hah...!"
Alex's back arched off the mattress immediately.
The sensation was electric.
His hand, which had shed a significant amount of dead skin earlier, felt impossibly soft, smoother than any lotion, delicate and cool against his burning hot flesh.
It felt like a woman's hand.
"Nngh... fuck..." Alex groaned, squeezing tight.
He began to pump, slowly at first, then faster.
The pleasure was sharp, almost overwhelming, mixed with the strange, terrifying sensitivity of his mutating nerves.
Every stroke sent a jolt of white-hot ecstasy straight to his brain, making his toes curl and his hips buck involuntarily.
"So sensitive..." he whimpered, his eyes rolling back. "Ah! Mmm... it feels... too good..."
He was lost in the sensation, his breathing ragged, his hand moving faster. He was close. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, ready to explode.
Click.
The sound of the door latch lifting was quiet, but in the silent room, it sounded like a gunshot.
Alex froze mid-stroke, his hand still wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock.
The door didn't just crack open this time. It swung wide with confident purpose.
Elena stood there. She hadn't left. She had been waiting right outside, listening to every rustle, every whimper.
Her eyes were dark, her pupils blown wide, fixed directly on Alex's exposed dick and the hand that was frantically trying to cover it.
"Hehee..." A low, husky giggle bubbled up from her throat.
She didn't look embarrassed. She didn't look away.
Instead, a slow, predatory grin spread across her face as she stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind her with her heel.
"I knew it," she purred, leaning back against the wood, crossing her arms over her chest which pushed her breasts up in her bathrobe. "I caught you."
"E-Elena!" Alex shrieked, scrambling backward, trying to pull the blanket up. "Get out! I... I was just..."
"Just what?" She cut him off, walking slowly toward the bed. Her gaze dropped to the wet spot on the tip of his cock that was still peeking out from his grip.
"Just playing with yourself? Thinking about me?"
She stopped right at the edge of the bed. The scent of her damp skin and soap mixed with Alex's pheromones, creating a thick, intoxicating atmosphere.
She looked down at him, seeing the flush on his cheeks, the tears in his eyes, and the undeniable hardness he was failing to hide.
"My poor little bro," she cooed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
She reached out and grabbed the edge of the blanket he was clutching, yanking it out of his weak grip and tossing it to the floor.
Alex lay there exposed, his erection twitching helplessly in the open air.
"You look so desperate. So pent up," Elena teased, her eyes gleaming with hunger. She licked her lips.
"Do you need my help?" She lifted a foot and placed it on the mattress, right between his legs, her toes brushing against his thigh.
"Come beg me..."