The House in the Lake

Staying There

Ok! So, I said I'll stay here. You would do the same, wouldn't you? I mean it's just for a month! And then, I can give him what he deserves...

Does he, though? He caused the death of eighteen people. And without a reason – he said so. Didn't he?

...Did he?

He keeps caressing my knee and I feel so calm having him in my lap. I can't understand him. Well, I can't understand myself. He is a murderous beast, but I don't want to take my hand off of him...

Anyway! I said I'll stay here. Right? But I came here to ask him why he murdered those people. I mean, if. Yes. And then why. And if so, to kill him. And leave. Well... If I were alive to leave. So, how the fuck am I going to stay here? I have nothing with me. Now that I think about it, I don't even have a knife, or something. I came to kill him. Didn't I? Oh, nice plan!

Well, obviously, I won't need any knife, or holy sword, or something. I'll only need to speak my wish – apparently. But until then?

"Ehm... God of the Lake?"

"Don't call me that."

"Lord of the Lake, then?"

"It's Lugh. Just call me Lugh."

"Lugh, then, ehm... how am I going to stay here for a month? I have nothing with me. Can I go and take-"

"You cannot leave. Well, you can, but it will nullify my oath. What do you need?"

"Clothes, for a start!"

"No. You don't need any clothes!"

He turns around and lies on his back, looking up at me, smilingly. He raises his hand and draws my lips with the tip of his finger.

"I'm divine enough, Kane. I created this rock, this house and this lake. I created the couch you are sitting in. I can give you what you need. Don't worry. I'll make sure you have everything you need for your stay. Not clothes, though." He smirks.

"But you wear trousers," I squeak.

"Oh, you want them? Ok!" And pushes them down, a little, pretending he would take them off. Or would he have really done it? I stop him, of course. But in doing that, my hand grasped more than I intended to. Oh, Gods!

He grins playfully.

I blush and turn my eyes away from his. He gently takes my hand from his crotch in both his hands – wait! Was I still grasping his dick? – and brings it to his lips, and kisses it.

"You can do anything you want, Kane. Don't hold back. I gave over my life to you. You think I wouldn't surrender everything else? So, please, look back at me, Kane."

I do. I'm still blushing, but I turn to him. He smiles sweetly and puts my hand back on his stomach.

"Thank you! So, tell me Kane, what colours you like; what food you like; what you hate; what are your hobbies; everything. Well... everything you want to tell me."

"I'm not that interesting..."

"Oh, you are! If you see me getting bored, then stop. Or punch me."

I want to kiss him. Right then and there. I really do, but I do hold back. He said I shouldn't, but I can't. I mean, he is a beast. Such a beautiful, sweet and cute beast...

So I start talking to him, telling him all these useless things about me. His eyes never leave mine. His interest never declines. His smile never fades. If anything, he gets excited, more and more. And I feel so nice talking to him. I want to share more with him.

And I relax.

And I enjoy watching his sparkling eyes looking admiringly in mine. And I enjoy feeling his soft skin under my hand. And, I don't know how, but my hand had found its way back to his dick, inside his trousers. And it feels so nice holding it. And he doesn't smirk. He doesn't comment on it. He lets me do as I please, and it feels so natural for me to be doing this.

And the time passes, I think. And I, probably, have told him the most stupid things. I mean, I even told him I wipe my glass dry after washing it and before drinking water. I mean, who cares? But he even said, "Oh, I love this!"

So, I finally pause. I think I have said too much. Not that I feel any shame, or like I have exposed myself, or anything. I just... I don't want him to get tired of me. So, yes, I pause. I breath deeply and raise my head.

"It's night?!?!"

But it was day just a second ago.

"Yes, it is."

"How is this possible?"

"Well, usually, when a day ends, a night comes."

"But!" And I turn my eyes back at him. And then I see. It's bright as day again. "You really are the grandson of the Sun God!"

He smiles so cutely, and I can't resist. I stoop and peck his lips.