Delia had avoided him all morning. Now she had no choice. She had to go back into the room. She had to feed him his lunch. 'God help me endure this' she pleaded, feeling the skin on her face heat in embarrassment. She walked towards the door and slowly pushed it open. She was greeted with a small moan. Worried she pushed into the room and her heart stopped. The blanket was pushed down around Nickolas's thighs, his hand was wrapped around his swollen length and his fingers were moving up and down in a short-fast rhythm. His eyes were half open. They opened all the way when they saw that she was rooted in place, carrying a tray of food, watching him. He spoke slowly, breathless.

"Come here sweet Delia" his free hand extended out towards her. This luscious beauty who had tended to him by day and fired his dreams at night. How he wanted her, wanted to bury his aching shaft deep in her folds and feel her trembling beneath him. He'd feigned his illness for longer than the actual fever had lasted. Once it had broken he had gotten his strength back quickly but of course he didn't let on because he had been biding his time, waiting for the moment when he could have Delia all to himself.

Delia's eyes locked with his. She'd never seen that look before. How could she decribe it as anything but hunger, raw, naked hunger. She guessed this was what Father McGuiney talked about in church when he used the word 'lust'. Now Delia knew what it meant. She saw it in his eyes and felt it in her blood. She felt a strange pooling in her underclothes and feared she must've wet herself. Punishment because she was evil of course. She shook her had in refusal of him.

"Put the tray down and come here sweet Delia. Please'', Nickolas begged. Her feet began to move of their own will. "Sit," he said, licking his lips and patting the bed. He still held his length in his hand but his movements had stilled. "See this Delia. This is because of you" he said, indicating his swollen member.

"Well w-what a-are you doing?" she asked, her mouth dry. "Easing my ache love. I think of you and I ache, sweet Delia."

"Me?" 'she asked flushing.

"Oh yes my sweet girl. I ache for you. You want to feel it?" he asked, desperate to feel her fingers on him again.

"No! I couldn't!" she said leaping to her feet.

"Why not sweet love? I know you want to."

"It's evil to touch you," she replied, shaking.

"Evil? No sweet Delia. It is beautiful and wonderful. Let me show you, love. Let me show you how beautiful it can be," he replied. His soft voice beckoned her, made her heart race and suddenly she felt the need to touch him. Her fingers twitched with the need racing through her blood.She sat back down beside him. Nickolas took her hand and placed her fingers on top of his on his shaft.

"Does that feel evil?" he asked.

"You feel so warm," Delia replied. She gave a small squeeze around the thick shaft and Nickolas moaned as ecstasy throbed through him. She was about to jerk back her hand, afraid she had hurt him again when he held her fingers in place.

"No, don't remove them." he pleaded, his eyes closed and his head arched back into the pillow.

"But... but you're hurt. I'm sorry I didn't know..." she replied feeling tears spring to her eyes.

"You didn't hurt me. I moaned because it felt so very good my sweet."

"You did?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes,now move your hand with mine. Up and....oh God...up and down....ahhhh....yes....sweet Delia.....just like that...."

Delia watched the utter bliss on his face as their hands moved together on his shaft. She didn't think it was possible but the thing swelled thicker in her hand the faster they moved. It was slippery in her hand now because droplets of a strange liquid was leaking out the top. She was relieved it wasn't blood. Nickolas's moans grew louder and Delia felt an odd sort of pride that she was making him moan like that. Without realizing when he had done it Delia noticed his hand wasn't with her anymore but bunched in the sheets as she kept up the rhythm he had taught her.

"Am I doing this right?" Delia asked as he bucked his hips upwards,his eyes closed in fierce pleasure.

"Sweet God yes!" he cried out. "Don't stop, my love don't ever stop," Nickolas begged. "Now faster sweet Delia. Move your...ahhhhh...faster yes....." he moaned as her fingers tightened and stroked him rapidly. "Now....oh God...yes..now...oh now...." he cried.

Delia looked down at him confused. Now what? Within seconds she knew.Thick streams of liquid burst forth from the top of the hard member to drizzle down over her hand. Delia watched the spurting, fascinated. What on earth was this? What had hapened? Nickolas continued to buck and growl beneath her hand until the spurting stopped and he lay back limp against the sheets, his length softening in her hand even as she still held it. Her fingers were coated in the liquid that had spurt from him.

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