'Stay away'
Those two words had become Dron's mantra over the past two days.
He knew if he were to come out on the other side of this with his dignity and mind intact, he would have to stay away from Tempest.
The desire to have her was too strong.
Since the night of the festival, Dron found that he would have to pleasure himself at least twice a night just to get the edge off. Of course it did nothing but frustrate him since he couldn't get to completion.
He just couldn't help himself. He wished that his hands were Tempest's wished that he could hear her moaning and laughing in his ears as he took her body.
It would never happen, and Dron knew it.
So instead of torturing himself by staying close to her, he chose to stay away.
Every morning, he would get up hours before she did and go out to do things around the property that he hadn't actually needed to do. He'd cut down trees, hike hard trails, hunt for animals.
Anything to keep himself busy and not have to go back home.
