SHE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED
by Kale Night



Auryn couldn't sleep. The city lights dimmed to a barely visible glow, just enough to reassure everyone they would return in the morning. His wife shifted in bed next to him, pressing against his bare back, fumbling with the drawstrings on his pajama pants. Her sexless moratorium clearly hurt her worse than him. He could pretend to be asleep, but she knew better.

"You're so mean to me," she murmured, slipping a hand inside his pajama bottoms. Her bony, silky fingers felt all wrong. There was nothing about her body that appealed to him, soft in places that should have been hard. There was no enticing musk, no allure of the familiar. Her skin was the road map to a foreign country he preferred not to visit.

"Am not," he protested, his cock slowly hardening from the heat and friction of her hand. The reaction was both unwanted and unavoidable, diluting any pleasure he got out of it. An orgasm at the hands of his wife was less fulfilling than alleviating a full bladder and took considerably longer.

"Liar. You don't care about anything anymore, including me. All you do is follow orders."

"I was under the impression that's what I'm being paid to do."

"They pay you to shut up and keep all their dirty little secrets."

"Baby, I'm not talking about this right now."

"You never have time. Trying to talk to you about anything is like trying to hammer nails into a board with my forehead. It hurts and it's utterly fucking pointless."

"I'll make time, okay?" He wanted her to stop talking. Blocking her out was harder when he had to listen to the sound of her voice.

"Fine." He wondered if he should be concerned, if something more than job frustration was eating away at her. It wouldn't be a bad idea to sit her down and have a serious talk, but it would have to wait until she didn't have his dick in her hand. He didn't want to be within striking range when he got to the root of the problem.

She clawed at his shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Tugged his pajamas off. The warmth of her mouth was almost consoling, but even that made him wish he was somewhere else.

As her tongue swept over the crown of his cock, he thought of Reisen.