Maelstrom (Inferno 5)

It’s a whisper, a gasp, in a tone I’ve never heard from myself before and never want to hear again.

Not because I don’t think she’d like the way her name sounds coming from the pit of euphoria inside of me, rather because I shouldn’t be doing this.

Hiding outside of her bedroom door; watching her sleep while the moonlight gently exposes parts of her body isn’t normal.

However, I don’t have the power to stop myself either.

Giving my balls another firm tug, I grind my teeth together from the pain, then begin to stroke my dick faster and faster. My breathing is quickly becoming shallow as I feel my head starting to swim.

All of the things I could try to do to her, all of the things she could probably teach me—it’s all I need to imagine as I feel a warm, thick stream of cum shoot out of the head of my cock.

Feeling an odd sense of accomplishment instead of the shame I was so sure would wash over me, I push my boxers down and step out of them.

Wiping my hands clean, I pull Luna’s door closed then head down the hallway toward my room.

With as much as I didn’t want another stranger in this house, I’m beginning to think it won’t be so bad this time.