Tempting V

V approached the kitchen in his usual relaxed pace.



This new routine had helped to a degree but effect was only temporary. He had resorted to training privately since the arrival of his houseguest.



The first few times he had fenced with his fat metal friend in the presence of the delectable Miss Hammond, he had become aware of her growing attraction towards him. She would make funny little squeaking noises in the back of her throat as he lunged at his opponent.



Initially, he thought his imagination was playing tricks on him; after twenty years of being alone, it wouldn’t have been the first time. But when he did it all the more, the pattern had begun to emerge.



He had enjoyed it at first. It was reassuring to know that he wasn’t the only one within the gallery walls suffering from the same affliction.



He wanted her



No, that was too tame to describe his feelings.



He wanted to consume her.



It had become increasingly difficult being around her, as he found himself in a perpetual state of arousal. His tight-fitting trousers only accentuated his longing but thankfully, the length of the doublet hid a multitude of sins.



It had surprised him that he was still capable of experiencing sexual arousal; long since believing that his only remaining desire was for revenge. In fact, he could probably count on one hand, the number of times throughout the years that his body had demonstrated to him that underneath the idea, a sexually functioning male slumbered.



However, he had discovered that smacking the shit out of a suit of armour was no real substitute for having sex but the shower afterwards certainly seemed to help. He had taken to pleasuring himself in there, in an effort to calm the raging beast within him. He fantasised about Evey and her luscious lips wrapped lovingly around his throbbing length, gently sucking him.



He suddenly stopped mid stride.



Why did he have to start thinking about her sucking him off again?



”Shit!” He was getting hard again.



It usually gave him at least an hour or two of relief before it returned with a vengeance.



“Great, just fucking great!” He thought.



He quickly readjusted himself for comfort and carried on.



Since she had entered into his life, all he thought about was sex.



Specifically, sex with Evey. He fantasized about having sex with her in his bed, in her bed, in the shower, in front of the television.



“Aahh.” He thought satisfactorily.



That one had been creeping further and further into his fantasies of late.



He had often imagined her sliding off the sofa whilst they were watching a film together and coming to kneel between his legs. Her hands snaking up his thighs and coming to rest on his fly. She slowly undid the buttons, pulled the zip downwards and reaching in to pull out his cock. He would sit mesmerised, watching her hungrily as she teased him with wisps of her breath and gentle caresses. Then she would finally take him into her mouth…



Oh my God! Was he trying to embarrass himself, such a short distance away from her?



It was definitely getting worse.



He stopped again.



“God damn it man, stop it!” He thought angrily.



He collected his thoughts a while and continued on.



As he neared the kitchen, he could hear Evey moving about and smell vegetables cooking gently on the stove.



That was strange. She had never attempted to cook a meal before. He always did the cooking.



Trying to dampen some of the frustration he was currently feeling, he called out to her on his approach, hoping his voice didn’t betray his innermost thoughts.



“Oh Evey, something smells good. What’s on the menu for tonight?” As he reached the kitchen aperture.



The sight that reached him left him speechless; the air rushing from his lungs in almighty hiss.



Evey stood at the counter with a cloth in her hand. She was wearing his apron and nothing else.



“Hopefully you V.” She replied nonchalantly.