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LUCIAN

K leos had peeled off most of her clothing, shedding the dress, to reveal a set of dark green lace underwear underneath.

"Here you are," she drawled, her voice completely wrong.It was too soft, low and suggestive."I've been waiting for you."

She moved to get up.

I didn't even think. I lifted my hands, palm facing her, and the next moment, chains flew out of the nearest actual cell, and fastened themselves around her wrists.

They latched to the metal frame of the bed, loose enough to give her some room to move, but she couldn't get to me.

It seemed to delight her, her wide blue eyes full of amusement as she threw her head back and laughed. "Is this how you want to play, hm? I can work with that."

I made myself look down.

Fuck, fuck, fuck . Kleos, the real Kleos, would hate that I was there while she was at her most vulnerable.

People who got drugged like this were in serious danger of overexerting themselves, hurting themselves to get what their bodies craved, badly reacting to the potion, especially if the dose was wrong.

She already had a fever. I had to stay.I couldn't let her get her hands on me, but I had to check on her.

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. But this version 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 to die . 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.

"You made a deal , remember?" she intoned, swaying her hips back and forth along my length. "My tits. Now."

"My cock stays in my pants, " I repeated, meaning every word.

She sighed. "If it must. Show me if those hands can do magic."

Fuck .

I had to do this. I promised. And she was feeling awful, craving, needing to be touched. She wasn't going to hate me tomorrow. Was she?

I sat up and brought my hands to the dark green lace.

Fuck. Her nipples perked up the moment I brushed the left lobe with my thumb. She was so, so responsive.

"You have gorgeous tits," I whispered.

I wasn't lying. One of my hands slid behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

They were so fucking full and heavy. If I had to do this, I wasn't going to do it halfway.

With the chains still around her wrists, it only fell down a little, freeing the most beautiful pair of breasts in the world.

Never mind touching them, I wanted to run my tongue over them, and suck, and blow.

But the deal was one simple thing, and I stuck to it, ignoring the way her drenched panties were for all intents and purposes riding my fucking cock as best I could. I didn't think I'd ever been this hard. I didn't think it was possible to be this hard.

I kept my eyes fixed on my work, brushing, palming, clasping her breasts firmly. She liked it hard, I noticed, whimpering when I held on tight enough to hurt a little.

Fuck, I needed a taste.

But I wasn't the one affected by a lust spell. I was the one of us who'd have to answer for this tomorrow. All I was doing was minimizing damage. That was acceptable. Anything more would be taking advantage.

Kleos kept her word, not trying to open my fly, but I regretted it a thousand times as she used the friction against my cock to get herself off while I rubbed her tits. And then, finally, finally , my wish was granted. She crashed.

I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling for what felt like ever.

It was long past midnight.

I was so, so fucked. In every sense except the literal.

I turned to her sleeping, contented face, beautiful in her innocent slumber."You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?"