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“No?” she says, stalking forward. She is like a cudov, a predator moving in close, preparing to pounce and execute the kill. “You sure about that Bhoja? Isn’t that what you Urr’ki do? Grab some poor female and have your way with them?”

“No!” I yell, leaping off the recliner.

I immediately regret my decision to stand as the blanket I was using falls away. My loose undergarments are twisted with sleep. Unintentionally and unfortunately my cock is hanging out the side. Her eyes widen when she sees it bouncing off my leg. She stutters as I spin away from her.

“I am sorry,” I mutter, struggling to get my clothes straightened.

My skin burns with embarrassment. I cannot believe this. My luck could not be any worse. I swear that the fates are conspiring against me in every way possible. Before I turn back around I grab the blanket and wrap it around my waist. While my cock is put away I do not want to risk it slipping free again. When I look at her at last she is shaking her head and her eyes are still on my lower half.

“You…” she trails off then looks up and meets my eyes. Her lip trembles and her eyes are wet. “I want to go home. I am done here.”

“Niyah,” I say, struggling to fasten the blanket so I can free my hands. “That is not possible.”

“Prisoner?” she asks.

“Guest?” I counter, trying to bring some levity to ease the tension.

Her eyes flash angrily and she grunts.

“Guest are not held against their will,” she counters.

I frown not having a good answer to that so I nod and agree.

“You are right,” I say. “I am sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t let me go,” she says.

“No,” I agree. “But perhaps… can we…”

“Can we what?”

“Can we make the best of it? I do not wish to keep you prisoner, but the Maulavi…”

I look around the room, checking the window and looking at the door for a long moment. The Maulavi seem to know things that they should have no way of knowing. Spies are everywhere. Neighbor turns on neighbor, it’s gotten so bad that even family turn on family.

“The Maulavi what? Would get mad at you?”

“Not just that,” I say. “They would kill me. And you if they catch you, you as well.”

“Kill you?” she asks and the tone of her voice changes. There is kindness in her eyes. I nod in response. “But it wouldn’t be your fault if I escaped.”

“Do you think they would care?” I ask, raising my hands as I shrug. Then, curse the fates, the blanket drops and as it does it pulls my undergarments down with it. “Gada!”

I curse loudly as my dick flops free once more. I spin away, knowing this only gives her a full view of my ass, but I can only hope that is less threatening than my cock which has the audacity to be at half-mast because she is so incredibly beautiful the primal part of my brain can’t help but think about fucking her.

She clears her throat. I fight the undergarments back into place. The blanket is on the floor and I leave it lying there, choosing instead to get my pants on to avoid any further mishaps. It feels as if I have a fever that is burning my skin to a crisp. I bend over and grab my pants then pull them on and fasten them before turning around.

“Uhm,” she says, staring at the ceiling. “Are we done with that?”

“Yes, I am truly sorry,” I say.

“Don’t be,” she says.

She drops her eyes to meet mine and now I see there is a fire burning in them. That fire I think and hope matches the one burning inside of me. I would give anything to hold her. I am already undressing her in my mind. Her exotic pale skin is so soft and erotic. I want to remove her clothing with my tongue. I want to rub my cock on her tits, press them together and fuck them… Stop. What is wrong with me? She is not here of her own free will, how can I even think of doing such with her? Have I lost all honor?

I blink and struggle to clear my head so I can say something intelligent. Something relevant. Anything that is not I want to take you to bed and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Stop! What is wrong with me!

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