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Philip returned from town with a bottle of medicine, but no answer to what mysterious illness plagued the slave. This worried me a little- not so much for my own sake but for Klaus. I made the decision to sleep with him despite the risk as I figured I would've already contracted whatever he had if it were contagious.
When he arrived at my quarters, I felt obliged to give him my sympathies. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"I'd say I'm fine, but I'd be lying," he answered.
"The honesty is appreciated. Let me know if there's anything I can do."
The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the gentle patter of rain against the window. Other than the bags beneath his eyes, there was no indication of anything off-kilter.
"There is
one
thing..." I raised an eyebrow, hoping it was within reason. He responded by looking at me earnestly with his big yellow eyes. "Could you read to me? Just a little of whatever you want."
I couldn't say no to that face. I reached to my nightstand and picked up the novel I've been on-and-off with. I started at the beginning for him, back when the protagonist was wealthy and married. It was a story about a mother with a missing husband who ends up falling in love with her landlord. I was beginning chapter two when he softly began to snore, alerting me that it was time for me to turn in as well... when something peculiar happened.
Klaus, who had chosen the right side tonight, threw a leg over mine beneath the covers. This was the first time he had initiated physical contact, if such an initiation can count when one's unconscious. I had just given him a hesitant pat on the head when something else occurred-
He started to purr.
Delighted, I petted his hair more confidently, occasionally brushing the back of his ears.
Purring harder, he rubbed his crotch against my thigh. His cock was not only hard, but felt disproportionately large. Embarrassed, I was frozen in place; my face burning hot. He kept this up, slowly grinding harder and with an increasingly frantic energy. I was suspicious whether he was pretending to sleep and debating whether I should shake him "awake" when he began to moan- softly at first, but as the minutes progressed, so did the volume until he was groaning like a wet whore. The symptoms of his vague illness came back to me and I realized with a start that he was probably undergoing some kind of animalistic heat.
Continuing to purr, he kept rubbing me until my own cock started throbbing. With a shaky hand, I reached down to stroke my own crotch. I squeezed and pulled at my cock and prayed to God he wouldn't wake up confused and disgusted when he gasped, trembling against me. My slave was cumming beside me and I'd never felt so filthy. When he was done, his purring died down until he was quiet once again, albeit for the heavy breaths. I bit my lip, knowing he was probably dead to the world but still not trusting the heavens to keep him asleep. He was too small to be my type (even with the weight he'd gained during his stay so far), but in that moment, I couldn't care less what he looked like- I wanted him to ram me with that fat cock until my eyes rolled back. It wasn't long until my dirty fantasies took me to the edge and an orgasm overcame me, shaking me to my core. Now still, my seemingly-innocent slave did nothing but sleep, undisturbed and blissfully unaware that I was cumming to the thought of him.
The last thing I wondered before passing out was if this would happen again tomorrow night, but with Klaus awake.
Or so I hoped.
