Chapter 3: Rising Action
I woke up to the sound of sizzling bacon, my nose filled with the aroma of breakfast. I opened my eyes and saw Morrigan, standing at the stove in a frilly pink apron, her long, minty green hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked every bit the domestic goddess, her curves accentuated by the apron and her pink cheeks glowing from the heat of the stove.
As I watched her, the realization that I was naked in bed, my hard cock on display, sent a shiver down my spine.
She looked up at me with wide emerald eyes, her cheeks flushed, and smiled.
"Forgive me," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I forgot about your lack of clothing."
She scooted backwards, her eyes following my erection. She reached out and tentatively touched me, her small hand clutching my length. I let out a soft moan as she squeezed my cock gently.
"I must say, I missed you last night," she murmured, her soft green eyes gleaming.
She wet her lips and reached out, tracing the length of my cock with her moistened hand. "Would you mind joining me for breakfast?"
I couldn't believe my luck. This beautiful, powerful creature wanted me in her bed again and was offering me food to boot. I couldn't refuse.
We settled at the table, my back pressed against the wooden bench, and Morrigan leaned over me, placing a plate of buttery scrambled eggs in front of me.
The way she looked at me made me feel like the most important man in the world, and I couldn't help but stare back, taking in her features.
As we ate, Morrigan's eyes never left mine. She was studying me, and I couldn't figure out why. I swallowed hard and asked, "What is it? Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I'm just trying to figure you out," she replied, her voice soft yet curious.