"Ffff, fucker." Edy growled. Pointing into Z's glass, the winespider exploded and smouldered with flame. "I'll get you another, hold on." Rising, Edy's long legs carried her to the bar. The farther she was from Zariah the easier it was to fucking think, and also to notice the slight throbbing low down in her belly. Fucking fuck the not-teenager thought to herself, grabbing a glass from the shelf and returning and repouring more wine for Z.
Edy tried to listen but also not listen as Zariah explained the boundaries of her power. The fingers around her wrist were like immediate fire, if only because based on the proceeding conversation, the Launceleyn had a pretty fucking good idea of what was coming.
There was one type of willpower Edy had, the ability to stretch out orgasms, to delay pleasure, to lean into pain for as long as was necessary to serve a purpose. All that had been drilled into her over the years, some by the compound, some by life, and Edy had been a willing student.
But the willpower it took to not jump across the table, the wrap her hands around the perfect neck and force those doll-like lips into an O of surprise and breathless delight? No. Edy didn't have that. She'd never wanted it.
And right now it was going to fucking get her killed.
Teeth clenching hard enough that the muscles in her jaw rippled, Edy clenched her free hand into a fist, nails digging into her palm. The pain wasn't nearly enough to overcome the images swimming through her mind though—breasts she knew would fit perfectly into her palm, nipples her teeth longed to tease, a body made trim and narrow by years of being a soldier, an ass ripe for grasping. The room in the back of the Rathskeller...Zariah's face against a wall, Edy's long fingers between her thighs, searching places made wet by lascivious words and wine...
Reaching across, Edy grabbed her own upper arm, bleeding fire against her own skin. It sizzled and burned, and Edy let it. She'd increase the heat until it finally was able to match the liquid fire in her own belly, and only then, would she stop.
Only then, would it be safe.
Edy tried to listen but also not listen as Zariah explained the boundaries of her power. The fingers around her wrist were like immediate fire, if only because based on the proceeding conversation, the Launceleyn had a pretty fucking good idea of what was coming.
There was one type of willpower Edy had, the ability to stretch out orgasms, to delay pleasure, to lean into pain for as long as was necessary to serve a purpose. All that had been drilled into her over the years, some by the compound, some by life, and Edy had been a willing student.
But the willpower it took to not jump across the table, the wrap her hands around the perfect neck and force those doll-like lips into an O of surprise and breathless delight? No. Edy didn't have that. She'd never wanted it.
And right now it was going to fucking get her killed.
Teeth clenching hard enough that the muscles in her jaw rippled, Edy clenched her free hand into a fist, nails digging into her palm. The pain wasn't nearly enough to overcome the images swimming through her mind though—breasts she knew would fit perfectly into her palm, nipples her teeth longed to tease, a body made trim and narrow by years of being a soldier, an ass ripe for grasping. The room in the back of the Rathskeller...Zariah's face against a wall, Edy's long fingers between her thighs, searching places made wet by lascivious words and wine...
Reaching across, Edy grabbed her own upper arm, bleeding fire against her own skin. It sizzled and burned, and Edy let it. She'd increase the heat until it finally was able to match the liquid fire in her own belly, and only then, would she stop.
Only then, would it be safe.
you and me been catching on like a wildfire
