When morning came I was curled up under the covers, stomach down, arms tucked neatly beneath my chest. With mild effort, I heaved myself up and sat back on my knees.

Hypnos was nowhere to be seen.

I stretched and wrapped the blanket around myself. My back and hips were unbelievably sore. I loosed an unsteady breath and debated lying back down or going in search of Hypnos.

After a few moments of spacing out, I decided to try my luck.

Once more I wrapped a thin blanket around my shoulders and slid off the bed. After my master had finished with me the night prior, he'd dressed me in his shirt and a pair of undergarments. The sleeves covered my hands and the bottom came past my mid-thigh.

Yet another example of how small I was in comparison.

I yawned again and shuffled to the door, trying to ignore the screaming protest of my muscles. My body wasn't used to that kind of movement, that kind of... activity. With a small pout on my lips, I twisted the knob and stepped into the quiet hall.

When I arrived at the bottom of the steps and walked into the lounging room, Hypnos was nowhere to be seen. Again. I frowned and peered out a window, Floss and a few others were tending the garden. I ducked away immediately and blushed. They couldn't see me in this!

Yet again, I debated with myself. Go back upstairs or keep looking? Or maybe he would find me. I shifted from foot to foot at the thought. He might be angry that I left his chambers, but I hoped he'd understand my unease.

The next room I searched was the kitchen. I peeked inside, but only saw Albyyn and a few other kitchen staff. Where else could I look?

To my right was an unfamiliar hallway. Maybe he was down there.

I only took a few steps before a voice stopped me.

"What are you doing down here?" Hypnos called from behind me. I tensed and turned to face him slowly. He had a stern expression on his face as if I'd done something wrong. It made me feel a little panicky inside, I didn't want to disappoint him.

"I was looking for you," I whispered and shuffled towards him, trying my best not to let my discomfort show.

"You shouldn't be walking on that foot," he remarked. How convenient that he didn't comment about it the night before.

I looked down and blinked, before pulling the blanket tight around me.

"I forgot, I'm sorry," I whispered and shifted my weight, Hypnos studied my face for a moment. He leaned down slowly so I wouldn't be surprised and picked me up. One arm hooked under my knees and the other wrapped around my ribs. The blanket fell away from my legs as he did so, but my tight grip remained firm against my chest.

"Are you not wearing any trousers?" He inquired, though he already knew what the answer was.

"I uh, I didn't really, um, think about it," I faltered as he began walking me back up to his room.

"I don't want anyone seeing you bare," my master cut me a warning glance and I blushed in embarrassment.

"No one has seen me bare!" I yelped and shook my head, "no one except... you, of course."

"Good. Let's keep it that way," he answered as we trudged up the stairs.

"What? Do you not trust me?" I replied and rested my head against his chest.

"I trust that you'd be too scared to undress in front of someone else, but that wouldn't stop others from looking," his brows creased and he clenched his jaw as he said it.

A shiver of unease ran up my spine. Someone couldn't possibly want to see me naked. Or even touch me for that matter. I was too small and feminine. People didn't really want to see that, did they? Not from what I'd heard, people like Hypnos were the ones you wanted to see bare. Not me.

"But... but who would want to see me that way?" I voiced my thoughts and furrowed my brow in genuine confusion.

"You would be surprised," he grumbled and pushed open the dark red door open.

"But I'm not attractive, I'm too small," I frowned, men were supposed to be bigger and stronger and more handsome. But I was none of those.

"You are not conventionally attractive, but you are still very pleasing," he mused distractedly and laid me down on the bed, "which is very good for me."

"What? Why?" I blurted, how could that benefit him in any way?

"Because I like that you're so teensy," Hypnos grinned and placed his hands on either side of my head. "I like how pretty and submissive you are, It makes you perfect to be my consort." He continued and slid a finger down my cheek, "you're eager to please and afraid of punishment."

I didn't realize that. Maybe he was right, was I supposed to be that way? Had I been wrong? If Hypnos liked it then I was obviously doing something right. I guess I could continue doing what he wanted. But it still seemed weird, what if I ended up making him angry?

"I don't want to be punished," I answered seriously and stared up at him.

"Be a good boy and you won't be," he purred with a grin and sifted his fingers through my hair. My breath caught as I felt that familiar heat spread through my abdomen.

But I was so sore.

"I'll be a good boy," I squeaked as Hypnos rested his body on top of me. I slid my legs up his sides and hooked them around his waist.

"Kellen," he called in warning, "you won't like where this is going."

I flushed red but kept my grip on him firm.

"I will if you're gentle with me," I whispered and slid my fingers up his chest. Hypnos watched on silently as I unbuttoned the top of his shirt.

"I'm serious, Kellen, I was rough last night. You don't want to go again so soon," he tried again, but I was already set on having him buried within me again. His shirt came undone and I slid it off his shoulders to reveal the cords of his muscles. My hands trembled slightly as I ran my fingertips over his collar and down the middle of his chest.

"Please, master, I want you so bad," I whimpered and tugged him down on top of me. Hypnos let out a quiet groan as his bulge slid against my own. I shimmied out of my undergarments and tossed them aside. So that my erection stood naked.

Next, I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it in the opposite direction. I stretched my body out, arching my back and throwing my hands high above my head. My master watched with barely disguised lust.

His gaze skated over my entire body, soaking it in. He finally slid out of the rest of his clothing and dropped them by the side of the bed. Hypnos coated his fingers in the slippery substance and prodded my entrance with two of them. I fought back the urge to buck my hips and let him stretch me open for his cock.

"M-Master," I panted and fisted the sheets, he began kissing down my neck to soothe me. It all became a white blur when he rubbed against my prostate and I cried out in ecstasy. He looked down at me in surprise and I felt my cheeks flush cherry red.

"Sensitive this morning?" Hypnos mused and slid his hand away, I sucked in a sharp breath and hesitated. I wasn't exactly sensitive. It was just that every time he touched me all I could think about was last night. The darkness, the heat, the sounds and sensations. His voice cooing in my ear with promises of blissful release.

"I- ah, um," I faltered and covered my red face in my hands. Hypnos laughed quietly and pressed against me. I gasped and relaxed into him. He made sure to push inside slowly and give me room to adjust. It felt good to be filled up like this, connected to him. It was all so surreal and fast and blinding.

He began to move his body and made me release a shaky moan. I hated my voice though. It sounded so high and needy to me, but Hypnos seemed to like it when I grew a bit too loud.

Like now, for example.

I whimpered and arched my back against his warm body. He held me closely and rocked gently inside me. He made sure to go slow and deep and tease my sweet spot.

"Hypnos," I whined and dug my fingernails into his back, "p-please, I'm so close."

My voice was thin with concentration but I could feel the hot pleasure tighten in my stomach.

"Shh, does that feel good?" He whispered and kissed the shell of my ear, I moaned and writhed under him.

"It f-feels so good master," I cried and felt him slide in easily. The sounds of skin on skin were unbelievably arousing to me. Hypnos was growing closer as well, he swelled within my walls and his breathing was ragged in my ear. I wiggled my hips on his cock and welcomed his length deeper, harder.

"Fuck, fuck," my master growled as I clenched tightly around his length. I screamed for him when I hit climax. He continued to work himself inside me and pushed hard against my prostate. I chewed on my bottom lip and knit my brows together in bliss when he filled me. Hypnos groaned and pumped his thick load deep inside me.

He panted and collapsed on top of me, but still remained careful not to crush me. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and let myself come down from euphoria. My master stayed buried inside me, but I wasn't complaining when he began to rock his hips slowly against me once more.

And we started again.