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She doesn’t say anything, so I step out and slowly close the door. I’m tempted to tell her to call out if she needs anything, or if something goes wrong, but the issue of her not having spoken a word so far holds me back. How do I navigate this? What even is... this?

I retreat into the kitchen, quickly ransack the pantry, and turn on the stove. At least for this one, I have a gas tank that I refill regularly. Now, what can I make that won’t be embarrassingly inedible? I can cook pretty decent pasta... Pasta it is.

While the water is boiling, I go check if she’s left her dress by the door. She has, so I snatch it and find a basin that I can fill with cold water. I know for a fact that cold water works better than hot water at removing blood stains. It’s science or something, but I know from experience. And experience is better than science. Or are they the same?

Okay, I’m going in circles again. It’s imperative to distract myself from the fact that there’s a naked Ysella bathing in my rudimentary bathroom. At least the cabin is clean. I always clean it before returning to the city. Washing her dress and making pasta at the same time does the trick. The effort of multitasking is great enough that I don’t hear her when she steps into the kitchen.

I hear the chair she knocks over, though, when she trips on a bump in the carpet. I look up, and there she is, wearing only a towel. My jaw drops. The towel is big enough to cover herfrom underneath her armpits to her ankles, but my stupid brain knows she’s naked under it.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I forgot... I forgot to bring you something to wear.”

Damn it. Males really can’t multitask. I hurry past her, scrambling out of the room, trying to ignore the scent of her clean skin and luscious hair. The stench of death is gone, and all that’s left is... her. Beautiful and pure. And so sweet that I could easily sink my teeth into her as I...

Stop. Stop it, Kaelthar!

Good God, this was a huge mistake, I think to myself as I rummage through the only dresser in the only bedroom. She’ll have the bedroom, of course, with the Yeti-sized bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.

Or more like, I’ll dream about her on the couch as I try to ignore the stiffest, most engorged, painful erection I’ve had in my life.

Chapter Four

Kaelthar

It takes me an hour or more to fall asleep. The fire is crackling softly in the fireplace, the cabin is toasty, and Ysella never allowed me to close the bedroom door. So, I’m lying here, on the sofa, trying not to make a sound as I’m struggling to ignore the hardness in my pants. The pants are a bother when I don’t have an erection. When my cock is so stiff that it’s ready to burst, they become more than a bother. The fabric rubbing on my sensitive skin is torture.

My mind is full of her. It’s no wonder that as soon as I doze off, I see her in my dreams, wrapped in that oversized towel, looking at me with her deep, dark eyes. She’s beckoning to me. A smile curves her lips, and she starts unwrapping the towel, unwrapping herself like she’s a gift come from above.

My cock is like a steel rod, pushing against the buttons of my pants. I turn on my other side, facing the back of the couch, and I get some friction there, right where I need it. Involuntarily, I start rubbing myself on the couch, moving my hips slowly, picking up the pace as I grow hornier by the second. It’s not enough.

In my dream, Ysella’s towel pools around her tiny, perfect feet, and she’s barely covering her breasts and pelvis with her delicate hands. I reach my own hand into my pants and grip my painful cock. I let out a sigh as I pump myself, no longer knowing if this is a dream or reality, if I’m jerking off in my dream, or this is really happening while Ysella’s door is wide open, and she might catch a glimpse of me at any moment. Who’s to say she can sleep after all that’s happened?

Something tickles my nape, then my shoulder. I freeze, and again, my brain is confused. Dream or reality? The ticklish sensation intensifies, and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling myselfcome back to my senses. Now I want back in the dream. I feel a slight pressure on my shoulder, and my instincts kick in. I’m wide awake in a second, shooting upright, looking around me frantically.

Ysella is on the floor, next to the sofa, looking at me with frightened eyes. My reaction must’ve made her pull away. Her hair falls around her face in waves, and I squint at her, not quite comprehending what I’m seeing.

Is her hair...?

No, that’s not possible.

In the orange light of the fire, her brown hair looks... white. I rub my eyes, thinking I must surely be still asleep. Dreams can be weird.

“Ysella?” I whisper softly, testing my voice.

She scrambles closer and half climbs onto the couch. That makes me pull away. This is real. Not a dream. How do I know? Because her hand grabs mine, as if she’s looking for comfort.

“Ysella, what happened?”

She stares at me for a moment, then shakes her head. She doesn’t know what I’m talking about.

“Your hair,” I say. “What happened to your hair?”

She looks down at the locks covering her chest. She has long hair, down to her waist, straight and perfect. Her eyes widen when she notices the change in color. Just a few hours ago, it was deep brown, and now, it’s completely white. Not a trace of the original color in it. She covers her mouth with her hand, even though no sound comes out. Now more than ever, I’m convinced that Ysella is mute.

She shakes her head more vigorously, and tears bloom in her eyes.

“No, it’s okay,” I say, reaching for her and drawing her fully onto the sofa, next to me. I don’t know what I’m doing. “It’s okay. You’re as beautiful as always.”

She clings to me, burying her head in my chest. I wrap one arm around her, holding her close. At the same time, I’m trying to angle my body away from her. The erection isn’t going down. Worse, my cock twitches when I feel her tiny hands digging into my fur, viciously holding on. She’s pulling at the roots, not realizing the effect she has on me. A feel pre-cum seep out of my engorged head, and within seconds, the front of my pants is completely damp.

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