Just a short story I wrote when I was bored. I think I'm sick though. I don't feel so good. *fades away* By the way, Villager's name is Vincent.
Issabelle sat down at the edge of Vincent's purple and yellow bed. She wanted to spend the night with him because she had missed the times they spent together. She had on her sea bass pajamas. Vincent sat down next to her. "How's life?"he asked. Issabelle look at his small figure. "Good, I guess." Vincent nodded and then proceeded to pull a red sleeping bag from under his bed. He laid it down and then grabbed a single pillow from his bed. "Who's that for?" asked Issabelle. "Me" said Vincent. He got into the sleeping bag and lied down on the pillow. Issabelle watched as he turned towards her. "G'night, Izzy." He turned around, and 2 minutes later Issabelle could hear his soft snores. Issabelle looked up towards the ceiling. She took a deep breath and slowly but steadily snaked one hand down towards her fishy pajamas. She slid her hand down some more, past her green and pink panties. She let out a barely audible moan and slid one finger inside of herself. "Vincent..." she moaned as she easily slipped a second finger into her very wet core. "Vinny, you're so big!" She looked over towards Vincent's sleeping figure and covered her mouth. "Yes! Vinny! Right there, right there!" She bucked her hips up as she felt her climax coming. "Vincent!" She moaned one last time as he cimaxed on her pajamas and Vincent's blankets. She panted heavily, and then calmed down and laid back down. She looked over at Vincent again, and he shuffled in the bed turning around to face her. He was still asleep. "Goodnight Vincent." She let sleep consume her body.