Evelyn woke shortly afterwards. She felt she had had the strangest of dreams. Putting her hand to her face, her fingertips made contact with something cold and slimy upon her cheek. She wiped it away with her hand and then brushed her hand upon the sheets. She sat up, and in the pale light of the early morning sun, saw that her bed covers were at the foot of the bed. Her night dress was completely undone and had been pulled back across her shoulders. Her breasts were fully exposed as was her pubis.
A cold trickle between her breasts made her look more closely. With her eyes growing accustomed to the faint light, she could clearly see something wet and sticky was on her chest also; some in small globs and some larger splashes that could clearly be seen to contact her body and travel upwards to her neck. Like someone had thrown the viscous fluid at her.
"What is this?" She questioned, grabbing a cloth and wiping herself down. Throwing the towel onto the floor in disgust and bewilderment. Her nether regions pulsed and ached too; why she could not understand. Running a finger over her pubic hair and into her folds, she was surprised by a swelling between her lips that sent a shock wave of delight through her body when she touched it. She felt the wetness of her vagina beneath her fingertips and couldn't understand where this had come from? Her finger lingered upon her clitoris a little too long for pure investigation, as she applied a bit of pressure again to the swelling, noting that it was getting bigger. Her breathing started to become a little laboured, so she pulled her hand away. Evelyn also noted that the bed felt wet between her legs too, so she stood up and studied the sheet. Had she, for the first time since she was a child, wet the bed?
Her legs felt a little wobbly, but not wanting to get back into the bed. She sat in the chair by the fire, stoking the embers and throwing on a few more logs of wood. She thought about her dream. She had seen Casius standing by her bed, he appeared completely naked, but at the time, she did not feel shocked by that. Neither did she feel shocked when he touched her breast, or squeezed her nipple. Why, why did she not feel shocked? What had he done then? She couldn't quite recall the dream now, but had his hand roamed across her stomach and between her legs? Had it actually happened then? Had he been into her chambers? She walked over to the door and saw that the latch lock was still in place, so... It must have been a dream? She opened the door and looked into the corridor; it was empty.