"Mmm... i'm about to come... ah..." Colneth gently bit down on the bedding, his passage convulsing as honey-like liquid flowed out.
After withdrawing the damp fingers, just as he were preparing to head to the bathroom for a clean-up, an alertness swept over him, sensing something unusual...
The house had an eerie silence, as if the air had frozen. Colneth suppressed his breathing and listened carefully.
He wiped away the residual fluid on his hand with a tissue, slowly reaching under the sheets to retrieve a gun.
Fortunately, he hadn't played around with it today, so it hadn't gotten wet... and the moans from earlier hadn't been particularly loud.
Otherwise... Colneth chastised himself, biting his lip.
Although nights here were usually quiet, occasionally a few bird chirps could be heard from the balcony, along with the rustling sound of wind through the treetops.
