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All because I know she cried because of me. The guilt follows me home, trailing my footsteps and lurking in the shadowy alleyways of the city.
I do not bother attempting to outrun it. How does one escape something they’ve never encountered before?
I return to my home and resign to my quarters, sitting on the edge of my bed. I peer down at my hands once more, the sensation of wet tears still there.
Why is it that the more I get to enjoy Shana, the more I want from her? I’ve never been this enamored with anyone before…
The effect the priestess has on me is stronger than any drink served in any rundown tavern all across Aerasak. Her hold on me is sturdier than even the most powerful of spells.
“This has to be the mating bond, I just know it,” I mutter. The truth is that I don’t know for certain in my mind, but I can feel it in my gut. “Could that be it? What if I was truly wrong about the existence of the mating bond this whole time?”
I prepare myself for a long night’s rest, eager to put my mind at ease. I anticipate things being clearer in the morning, as they usually are after slumber.
But for hours on end, I toss and I turn, my efforts to relax proving to be futile. I can taste Shana on my lips, and hints of her scent still linger on my fingertips.
I fling the blanket away, too warm at this point. I’m tired and in need of sleep but I know it won’t come now if it hasn’t already.
“I can’t get this damn mating bond out of my head,” I whisper. “I must seek out Shana. To the temple it is.”
I throw on some light and inconspicuous garments. Heading out into the grimy, crime-ridden streets of the city, I make my way towards the temple. I already know where her bedroom is. It won’t be a difficult task. I’ll simply lie in wait and let the girl come to me.
I approach the temple, ever menacing and looming in the dark of night. Thankfully, my hard work is already done, and I take the same route that I did before to infiltrate the place.
As I sneak through the temple grounds, I continue mulling over the mating bond in my head. I can’t quite believe that it could be this priestess. A union between a dark elf and a human priestess doesn’t seem quite feasible, but it’d be just another one of the many strange things that have happened on Aerasak.
Stranger yet, I wonder what Shana would have to say on the matter, or if it’s a notion she’d even consider, given her lifestyle.
I’m sure if I can get her to sleep with me, then she can entertain the thought of a mating bond.
But the mating bond isn’t the only thing on my mind.
There must be a way I can have her every night, and I have the perfect method to get that…
I pick up the scent of flowers and light perfume in the air as I venture deeper into the temple, the enticing aromas becoming more apparent as I draw nearer to the private quarters for the handmaidens and priestesses.
I step into her room.It is as neat and tidy as one would expect it to be. It’s late at night so I figure she’ll be here soon, looking for a suitable place to rest.
I settle on the curtains beside her window, the fabric being just translucent enough so that she cannot spot me unless she’s already aware of my presence. Through them, I’ll be able to spy on her from meters away, all under her nose.
A few minutes pass by the time Shana enters, still donning the robes from the event earlier on. She sighs in exhaustion, likely a result of both our encounter and the busy day she and the other priestesses had.
Gently, she removes her veil and sets it down with care. My heart quickens at the sight of her bare face, somehow prettier each time I see her.
She sits down in front of the vanity and washes her face with rirzed-infused water, the aroma of it almost unbearably strong as my nostrils twitch.
After drying herself, she brushes her hair and stands to her feet. That’s when I remember that I didn’t come here just to watch her nighttime routine.
I step out from behind the curtains as she turns around. Shana’s eyes widen as the rest of her freezes in place. She blinks, perhaps questioning if I’m real or just a figment of her imagination, or fatigue, or better yet, her desires.
“No,” she mutters. “You’re not real, you can’t be.”
I step forward, closing the distance between us with a smile on my face. Meanwhile, her own expression isn’t quite clear, landing somewhere between surprise, fascination, and shock.
In a split second, her mouth opens, her chest expanding as if she’s about to shout and scream for help. Not willing to let it happen, I lunge forward and throw a hand over it, sealing it shut as I rush into her space.
I wrap another arm around her body and pull her close, my animalistic instincts kicking in as I breathe in her delicate and delicious air.
The sensation of our bodies pressing into one another pumps my blood, my erection now poking into her leg. Carefully, I remove my hand from her mouth.
