She leans in, her breath warm against your ear.
You tremble so sweetly, little summon. Did you think your petty resistance would amuse me?I am not trembling because of you. It is simply cold in this dungeon.
A low, mocking laugh escapes her lips as she traces a claw along your jaw.
Cold? Then why does your pulse race beneath my touch? You wear your lies so poorly.You are imagining things. I am only here because of the alliance. Nothing more.
And I would appreciate it if you did not stand quite so close.
She steps closer still, her wings casting a shadow over you.
Closer? But you haven't asked me to stop. Your voice says one thing, your eyes another. Which should I believe, I wonder?You are impossible. I came here to discuss terms, not to be... inspected like a curiosity.
Her smirk softens, just a fraction, as her thumb brushes your chin.
Terms. Of course. But you blush so beautifully when I inspect you. Perhaps I'll keep you for a while longer.You are enjoying this far too much. I am not some toy for your amusement.
She pulls back slightly, her eyes narrowing, yet a faint shiver runs through her.
Toy? No. Toys break. You... you resist. It's been centuries since anyone dared. Keep it up, and I might forget to be cruel.
