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I wasn't sure how I could make her take the potions she needed to without approaching her.

"Kleos," I said clearly, keeping my eyes on her face.Nowhere else."You're not well. I have some medicine for you to take."

"I would feel a lot better if you came closer," she sang, blue eyes so bright they shone in the near darkness.

And naturally, though I was forcing myself to look everywhere but at those firm, perfect tits, and the curve of her waist, and the lace of her quasi-transparent panties, my cock hardened in my pants. How could it not? Kleos Valesco was in her underwear, chained to a damned bed, and fucking me with her eyes.

This whole mess made me want to murder someone with my bare hands. No magic needed. I wanted to learn how to flay with a tiny little knife. That was what awaited whoever had put us both in this situation.

I gulped.

"Kleos," I repeated, willing her to hear the urgency. "You have a fever. You need to take this vial."

I got the most important of the three potions out of my pocket. "I know you can levitate it to you. The door isn't closed yet." It wasn't midnight. I didn't want to lock us up until the last moment. "Please take it. You trust me, don't you?"

I knew she did. Everything she'd done this week said as much. Butthisversion of Kleos didn't care about anything but one primal craving. "Why don't you give it to me?"

I dreaded to think what she would do if I approached. Her eyes made it apparent that she had a very defined idea of how the next few moments should unfold. And my cock wanted to know what she was planning, too.

"I'll tell you what," I said, switching gears. "How about you do something for me, I do something for you, hm? If you take your potion like a good girl, I'll do one thing for you. What would you like?"

She didn't hesitate. "Your cock in my mouth."

"My cock is staying in my pants, love." Sadly. "What else can I do for you?"

"Your fingers in my pussy would do."

I was going todie. All my blood was rushing to my cock, my balls tightening, desperate to do that and more.

"That's a no, love. You won't be very happy with me tomorrow if I said yes. How about this: you'll drink your medicine, and I'll massage your shoulders."

She cackled like an old maniacal witch. "My shoulders are just fine. You can massage my tits."

I…wasn't going to get a better offer, was I?

"Drink your potions, and you’ve got yourself a deal." I prayed her wits were dulled by her current state.

In vain.

"Potions, plural?" she said, catching my trick.

"Do we have a deal?" I insisted. "Or would you like to massage your own tits?"

She considered me for a few seconds, eyes narrowed, then shrugged. "Fine."

"Take the potions first," I demanded, retrieving the other two. "I'm a Regis. You know I keep my deals."

The three vials glided out of my hands, and she caught them in one of hers. Three corkscrews flew up to the enchanted ceiling, and she downed all three in one go.

"Your turn."

I shut the door and tentatively approached.

I should have known I'd bitten off a hell of a lot more than I could chew.

I knew palming her breasts, fully aware that I had to make the whole thing as brief as possible, was honestly going to be torture to me. I didn't expect it to become a fucking wrestling match.The moment I was within reach, she pulled me onto the bed and sat on top of me, her heated center right against my cock.

"Kleos!" I yelped.