LOGINI wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, her cheek pillowed on my shoulder. “You have done well,” I murmured against her ear.“Tired…” she mumbled, barely audible. “Sleepy…”“You need it.” It did not take long. Her breathing slowed, deepened, and steadied. In the hush of the chamber, listening to the gentle crackle of the fireplace, I held her. Feeling protective, possessive, and an aching tenderness I had not felt in a long time.“You have had a very long night, rest now.” I buried my hand in her soft hair.My next mission slowly drifted into my mind, taking with it the peacefulness of afterglow and satisfaction. Anger stirred in me. “Rest long and hard. I have something to take care of.”***I stormed into the exclusive chambers, hands fisted so tight they vibrated, heart pounding with a great fury I welcomed like an old friend.My beast prowled at the forefront of my mind, snarling encouragement, demanding blood, and feeding the fire until it roared in my ears. Servants,
“I like the feel of your cock inside me,” she mumbled, her filter gone. “I feel everything… so clearly.”Then she lifted herself almost entirely, only to drop back down hard. She let out a sharp cry, the same moment I hissed.“Can I?” She asked, biting her lip, head falling back.“You sure can,” I answered immediately.“Thank you.” Baevera began to move in earnest. Bouncing hard, fast, and unashamed on my dick, guided by nothing but pure instinct and need. Even in her dazed state, she found a powerful rhythm, her body remembering what it required.She was mesmerizing. The sheen of sweat on her skin, the wild spill of her hair around her shoulders, the flush of her cheeks, her breasts swaying with every bold stroke. Baevera was a cross between a Hestian virgin and a pure, untamed temptress.I leaned back, bracing my palms behind me on the mattress, and surrendered control. Let her take everything she craved, while I endured pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain.She dropped again and a
ALARICLady Cinx was pale as a specter when I guided her out into the corridor. She moved stiff and unsteady, like those of a marionette with half its strings cut, eyes fixed on nothing.“Are you alright?” I asked softly.She did not answer. Only stared into the distance, her eyes so unfocused as if the world before her had blurred beyond recognition.“Revandrel will not harm her—”“So I just put Bae through three hours of excruciating torture when—” Her breath caught sharply, her hand flying to her mouth. Tortured eyes met mine, fingers trembling as they parted just enough for the whisper to escape. “She wanted him. He could have made it better for her all this while, but I…oh gods, oh gods, oh gods…”“Hey.” I reached out and lifted her chin.“I did not know,” she sobbed, tears tracking freely down her cheeks, the words tumbling over one another. “I did not know, I did not know, I swear. I swear to the gods, I did not know. Oh gods, I made her suffer.”I drew her against me without a
“I can’t—I cannot watch this.” Alaric strode off, to the other side of the chamber.On the mirror’s surface, Blue Hair reached for her again. Baevera shrank away again.Lady Cinx’s face crumpled. She clapped a hand over her mouth and began to cry anew, shoulders shaking. “Revandrel…” Alaric called quietly, the unspoken plea hanging heavy in the air: Do something.I clenched my fist tighter, my muscles shaking. Must hold out. Must do the right thing.Ripped Pants moved behind Baevera, catching her around the waist and trapping her against him before she could scramble away, caging her in his arms.He said something quietly to Lady Cinx.She nodded and turned away, returning moments later with the brew.Baevera began shaking her head frantically, trying to twist out of their hold, but the confinement only made it worse. Panic overtook her completely. She screamed.Even through the moonmirror’s silence, I could feel the violence of it, see the strain in her open mouth, the way her body
LORD REVANDRELI paced.Back and forth across the chamber like a caged beast, from the hearth to the window, from the window to the table, from the table back to the hearth again. I could not rest, could not sit, could not still my body for even a breath.Baevera had been suffering for more than two hours.Two endless hours of screams, convulsions, and agony, while my beast and I burned with endless fury, helplessness, and frustration. That damned moonmirror being on did not help too.I had tried. Three times I had turned it of. But only my feet would carry me right back to it, my hand reaching out to activate it again against my will. Alaric cursed aloud every now and then, pacing in shorter, sharper lines of his own. Jesse sat near the hearth, silent, unmoving, watching me with an intensity that had not shifted since we returned to my quarters.She had not spoken once.“You could go to her,” Alaric finally growled, voice rough with frustration. “I will restrain Lady Cinx if it come
Surprise and fragile hope flickered across Lady Cinx’s face. “Yes…” Then the hope crumbled. “The truth is… not too close. But they should be here in the next two hours.”I clenched my fists until the knuckles whitened. “She will suffer for two more hours…?”“It is… unavoidable.” Lady Cinx shivered, looking helpless. Tears fell freely now. “Apart from consent, Bae’s body is incredibly selective in heat. If the touch is wrong, it causes her immense physical pain and mental distress. It has to be them.”“Let Revandrel try.” Alaric interjected. “I assure you she would allow—”“Enough.” I cut him off. To the lady, I said, “I will send word to the address immediately.” Then, I turned and marched away, boots ringing on stone, leaving the others to follow.Behind me, another heart-wrenching scream shattered the air, filled with so much pain it twisted like a knife in my gut, carving fresh cuts and bruises over old scars.Each step I took, my beast roared and clanged in my skull.Each breath I
I waited longer than I thought possible, my blood dripping into Revandrel's slightly parted lips.Doubt began to creep in: perhaps he could not. Perhaps it was already too late. My knees burned where they pressed into the sand, back aching from the curve of my spine as I hovered over him, but I he
In the library, I tried to lose myself in the pages of a book, but that was all I could think about.In the graveyard, leaning my back against a tree, I tried to let the silence and the open air attempt to clear my mind. They did not.Now, in the stables, I crouched beside Bouncy’s stall. The stabl
By then, I knew my time was short. I had to act.I fled. Sought out a Dark Mage willing to perform the most forbidden magic of all time: a complete severance of identity.It was nearly impossible to find, costing me every single gold coin I stole from my father when I ran away from home. But I had
Leaning back, I tried genuinely to look at Baevera without hate or judgment. Diplomatically, if nothing else. It was hard, but I tried.Yes, she was beautiful. Even I could admit that much.Thick, wild hair like burnished copper poured down her back. Just like autumn fire under the lights.High chee







