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Story: The WitchSlayer
“But I am a Witch. I originally thought you would not be interested in me in this way. I know how much you hate them.”
His playful fingers paused as his eyes moved from her breast to her face. He didn’t say anything, almost as though he didn’t want to. Then he sighed.
“Your kindness and soft personality often make me forget what you are.”
She expected him to pull away now that she reminded him, but he didn’t. His fingers returned to their task.
“But I am still your enemy.”
She frowned, not seeing how he could see past it when she knew, had seen, how deeply he despised them.
“Youare very far from being my enemy. I would not allow myself to be so close to you in my human body if I did not trust you with it.” He touched the tip of his finger to the pad of her nipple. “In the same way you would not let me inside yours if you did not trust me. You know I hold what you fear the most in my chest, can unleash it at will, and yet you do not fear that I will.”
So, it is trust then and nothing more?
Her eyes wandered along the wall in her room, across the large paintings he’d probably stolen from humans.
His answer soothed her worries, but also disheartened her. She thought on why that may be.
Do I want him to feel more for me?
She realised she did. It was a foolish thought on her behalf, she knew it. Although he may lust for her body, he would never come to truly care for her. Not in the way she feared she was beginning to.
“Your arousal is fading, and your heart rate has increased.”
Her muscles tensed, always startled when he made comments such as these about her body.
He grabbed her breast more firmly, thumbing her nipple and being rougher. It was as if he was trying to combat her body’s reaction to her thoughts.
“Your sister is... nice,” she said, trying to redirect their conversation.
Nice was the best compliment she could give. She’d found the woman odd and invasive.
His nose crinkled into immediate disdain. “She is many things. Irritating and irksome are the words I would use.”
Amalia smiled with humour. “She seemed very affectionate with you.”
He gave a puffing growl.
“She does it because she knows it annoys me. If I am human, she will shift and latch herself to me, kissing my face like I am some child. If I am Dragon, she will climb my back and lick my face. And no matter what I do, she continues to do so. It is worse when she knows I have been in danger.” He gave a shake of his head. “Only our father appreciates her childishness.”
He continued to hold her breast and swirled it in his palm. His other hand started trailing the under curve of her other breast. Then his brows drew together into a frown.
“How did you know she was my sister? I do not remember speaking to you about her.”
Amalia cringed. She had brought her up to tell him, but she didn’t think he would react well.
“Because she did not leave when you told her to.”
With a gasp, she flinched when the hold of her breast became unbearably tight.
“You spoke with her?” She could see his nose was beginning to crinkle in anger while his eyes narrowed.
“I had not left your magical items alcove, and she cornered me.” She hissed in a breath when his hand squeezed tighter. She grabbed his head and shoved it against the tit he wasn’t grasping. “You can either play with me or be angry, but you do not get to do both.”
After a moment, he released the tight hold he had and lifted his head with a huff. He kept his eyes on hers as his head slowly turned... before they fell back on her breast.
His fingers returned to being gentle.
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