013: His Touch

He was yet to see the album, after asking every servant in his castle. They had searched everywhere they could but it was to no avail. The photo album was nowhere to be found. Finlay could feel it within his gut that it was somewhere. He had never been so restless.

That evening the fairy sisters knocked on his door, asking if they could give him a bath but he politely declined and told them not to show up anymore.

The fairy sisters were two beautiful women who once bathed him twice a week and he would fuck them one by one. Ophelia knew of this but never spoke about it. Lord knows if she had sent them herself to satisfy his urges because he told her the previous day that it had been so long since he touched a woman.

He would rather remain celibate and fantasize about bedding her than having to f*ck women he didn't love. God forbid he touched any woman who wasn't her. She was the reason he came.

How could he tell her he wanted no one else but her? The woman never believed any word that