I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Chapter 24: Twin specs

Zafron sat by the window, absently nibbling on a "Honey Oat Twist" - a handmade snack he had perfected during his stay. Once, he had relished its sweet and nutty flavor, but now, after countless batches, it tasted bland and uninspiring.

His face was etched with worry, deep furrows lining his forehead as his eyes constantly darted towards the front door. Days had passed since Mara's last visit, and it felt like an eternity since he'd seen Mistress Matilda. The silence of the house, once peaceful, now felt oppressive.

Memories of his last encounter with Mara floated through his mind - her soft skin, wet lips, and how well her muscles tightened against his cock, only fueled his growing desire for more.

Zafron's gaze swept across the empty street for the hundredth time that day. He leaned forward, straining to catch any sign of movement, any indication that someone - anyone - was coming to check on him.

"What if something's happened?" he muttered to himself, his voice sounding strange in the quiet room. "What if there's been trouble at the mansion?"

The Honey Oat Twist lay forgotten on the windowsill as Zafron stood up, pacing the room. His isolation, once a puzzling inconvenience, now felt like a torturous prison. The lack of information, the absence of friendly faces, and the persistent desire for another encounter with Mara were wearing on him.

Returning to the window, Zafron pressed his forehead against the cool glass. His breath fogged the pane as he whispered, "Please, let someone come soon. I need to know what's happening."

As the afternoon sun began to wane, casting long shadows across the room, Zafron remained vigilant by the window.

As Zafron's anxiety threatened to overwhelm him, the sound of familiar voices drifted through the window. He perked up, recognizing the twin sisters he had seen days ago.

This time, instead of arguing, they seemed to be engaged in a more amicable discussion about their ideal partners.

"Vivienne, darling," Giselle's voice rang out, "I simply must have a tall man. Someone who can make me feel delicate and feminine, even in my highest heels."

Zafron couldn't help but smile at Giselle's specific requirements.

Vivienne chuckled. "Oh, Giselle, you and your giants. I prefer someone closer to my height. It's much more comfortable for dancing and walking together."

"But what about his build?" Giselle pressed on. "I want a man with broad shoulders and strong arms. Someone who looks like he could carry me over a threshold without breaking a sweat."

Zafron found himself leaning closer to the window, intrigued by their detailed descriptions.

"Hmm," Vivienne mused, "I'm not too fussed about muscles. I'd rather have someone with a lean, athletic build."

Giselle scoffed playfully. "Oh, please. Your ideal man sounds like a beanpole. Where's the excitement in that?"

"Not everyone needs a lumberjack, dear sister," Vivienne retorted, causing Zafron to stifle a laugh.

"And what about the size of his cock?" Giselle asked with a grin.

"Well, that should be as long and thick as it should be," Vivienne replied, smiling.

"Something this size, you mean?" Giselle raised her arm to describe the size.

"Nah, something even bigger!" Vivienne responded, making both of them laugh as they continued walking away.

As their voices faded, Zafron leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. The sisters' chatter amused him, offering a momentary reprieve from his own troubles.

As the twins' voices faded into the distance, silence once again enveloped the house. Zafron's brief moment of amusement gave way to restlessness. He began pacing around the room, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

The urge to step outside grew stronger with each passing minute. He tried to fight it, Matilda's stern warning echoing in his mind. But as the walls seemed to close in around him, his resolve weakened.

"Just a quick look," he muttered to himself, moving towards the front door. "Surely that can't hurt."

With a trembling hand, he turned the doorknob and stepped out onto the porch. The fresh air hit him like a wave, and he took a deep breath, savoring the sensation after days of confinement.

Cautiously, Zafron made his way around the house, his eyes darting nervously in all directions. The yard was unkempt, leaves scattered across the overgrown grass. It was clear no one had tended to the property in some time.

As he circled the house, he felt a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. The thrill of breaking the rules warred with the fear of potential consequences.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching voices made his heart leap into his throat. The twins were returning.

Panic seized him. "No one can see me," he thought frantically.

With a burst of speed, Zafron rushed back to the front door. He slipped inside, closing it as quietly as possible despite his haste. The soft thud of the door shutting behind him sounded thunderous in his ears.

As Zafron caught his breath inside, he was unaware that his hasty retreat hadn't gone entirely unnoticed.

Outside, Giselle's keen eyes had caught a fleeting shadow and the subtle movement of the closing door.

"Vivienne, did you see that?" Giselle whispered urgently, grabbing her sister's arm.

Vivienne looked puzzled. "See what? I didn't notice anything."

"There was someone at Madame Matilda's house," Giselle insisted, her eyes wide with excitement. "I saw a shadow and the door closing. It might be a thief!"

Vivienne frowned, skeptical. "Are you sure? We know Madame Matilda doesn't stay there. Perhaps it was just the wind?"

"No, no," Giselle pressed, her voice rising with enthusiasm. "Think about it. If it is a thief and we catch them, Madame Matilda might reward us handsomely!"

Vivienne hesitated, her practical nature warring with the temptation of a potential reward. "I don't know, Giselle. It's not right to just barge into someone else's property..."

"Oh, come on!" Giselle urged. "We'd be doing a good deed. And just imagine how grateful Madame Matilda would be!"

Finally, Vivienne relented. "Alright, but let's be careful."

Inside the house, Zafron's momentary relief evaporated as he saw the twins approaching through the window. His heart began to race, pounding so loudly.

"Why are they heading in this direction? Did they see me while I was rushing in?" he muttered, panic rising in his chest.