#( hmmm... )

And by the time daytime comes around, you're none the wiser. Sometimes you wake up with him next to you. Sometimes you don't. The soreness between your legs has been so persistent that you've been wanting to have it looked it, but any preliminary investigations would immediately reveal exactly what's been happening to you each night. Phainon's been distracting you from going.

But he just can't stop. Your head lolls against the crook of his neck, and if this was under any other circumstance, it would have been almost romantic. Alas.

Phainon cups your chin, bringing you toward him for a kiss. You acquiesce easily, letting him slip his tongue inside and taste the inside of your mouth. How addictive you tasted. How addictive it felt to delude himself into thinking that you would ever reciprocate his feelings, his gestures.

"Baby," he murmurs against your lips, laying you down on the bed. You blink back heavily at him. Phainon doesn't think you even recognise him in this state. Oh, how he wished you could... but sacrifices had to be made, sometimes. He could live with this much.

He slings one of your legs over his shoulder, brushing his thumb over your slit. You whimper, hips jerking up at the contact.

"You're so sensitive like this," he teases, laughing softly when you turn your face away. "C'mon. Don't hide from me now."

Your pussy is weeping after just a couple of caresses, and Phainon sinks two fingers into you easily. He nearly groans with you, tight, squeezing snugly around him, so warm that Phainon just wants to bury himself into you and die there happily.

"Love you," he mutters, resting his forehead against yours. "Call me Phainon, okay? Phai."

"Phai," you mumble after him. "S'good..."

Phainon strokes your ribbed walls gently, slowly, making sure to follow the veins within you to where you were the most sensitive. You're trembling, already, your arousal leaking out around his fingers, rewarding him with tiny gasps and writhes.

"You can cum for me," Phainon coos. "Come on. Cum for me."

He finds that spongy, soft spot within you, and curls his fingers in a come-hither motion. You cry out instantly, arching into him, kicking out sharply at the suddenness of your orgasm.

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