“Did you not get my warning?” She said acidly. “A dagger won’t bend me to your will. I’m not afraid of you. You’re my favorite toy, Magus. A warm, hot, plaything. Putty in my hands...”

“You’re overconfident, Zyra. I’m ashamed to have called you friend when we were pups.”

“You are my friend.” She gave a lopsided grin. “That’s why I let you touch me. I don’t let anybody else close to me. You should be quite satisfied with that.”

“I haven’t left your hut satisfied yet.”

“Haven’t you?” She teased.

“You know I haven’t and you’re being a wretch about it.”

“No, Magus. This would be being a wretch.” She glared at me. Walking over to bend over the little table in her hut. Pushing a cup and plate onto the floor to the tip all the way over.

Her breasts smashing over the surface and spilling from the sides of the straps that went up her back and over each breast to tuck into her belt.

She reached back and caught the back flap of her robe.

No. I watched mesmerized. She wouldn’t.

But she did.

She pulled it aside and exposed herself to me.

My gaze hungrily took in the sight of her shapely backside. And soft lips cradling the tiny slit promising such pleasure.

“So damp you could probably slide right in.” She goaded.

So sure she can't be touched. I took a step toward her. Finding myself already thrusting toward the air near her in my need.

But seeing her laying there, I knew she’d either spark me if I tried or simply shove me away.

But sure as I breathe, it’ll merely be more torture for me. I was already rock hard, pressing against my breeches.

I needed to get to my hut and fuck my fist to bring a reprieve from her constant teasing.

***

“Tomorrow!” I vowed. Jaw clenching until a muscle in my cheek jerked. “You’ll pay for that.”

“We’ll see.” She laughed. Turning to slide up on the table. Grabbing her shoulder straps to pull them down so her breasts would be mine to feast on.

Furious, I stepped out and slammed the door before she could. My rage mounting to impossible levels.

She’s toyed with me one too many times.

Despite my aching staff, I was quite pleased with that little visit. I lifted the lock of hair still gripped between my fingers. I'd cut it from her head with my dagger while she'd arrogantly declared how invulnerable she was.

We'll see about that. When I'm buried in her tomorrow and she's screaming for mercy.

She'll get just as much as she's given me.

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