10
Obedience will suffice
KADE
She purrs, and I’m not too fond of it.
She lifts her head a little, nestles as she adjusts herself and I wouldn’t say I like it.
She pushes her pert tits into me as she hooks her leg around my waist and I hate how fucking good it feels.
Worse than all of that, I hate the way my arms wrap around her and pull her against me. It’s as if I’m frightened to let her go. It’s as if I need her to be this close to me. It’s almost like I want her.
I don’t blame Zara for running. I should, but I’d do the same in her position and the girl deserves credit for being bold. She’s smart, in an uneducated and undisciplined way, and maybe with the right guidance she’ll become tolerable in polite company.
Tolerable,but not enjoyable.
Not a thing to want or crave or need.
But she’s here and I’m here with her, and I find myself wondering if I can stand being parted from her. She’s an offense to everything I hold sacred, yet I’m delighted she’s at peace. I move my hand as I contemplate the problem that is Zara, and I find myself stroking her back with care.
The blood weave hums between us, a constant reminder of how fucked we both are as it pulls at something inside me I don’t want to examine too closely. Her emotions bleed into mine in faint whispers, echoes of feelings I’d rather not share. Fear. Defiance. Exhaustion. And something softer, warmer, that I can’t name but wish I could crush out of existence.
This is a disaster, and I want to punish her for it. I want to bend her over my knee and turn her ass that pretty shade of red it went yesterday. My cock twitches and I groan, debating with myself whether the blood weave would let me turn her ass purple, and how spectacular that would look.
She’s brought madness to my life, upsetting all the order and structure I’ve dedicated myself to upholding. The witch unleashed chaos and now I’m stuck in its aftermath, subjected to a never-ending onslaught of random acts I can’t control.
I can’t allow myself to fall for her.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this and she’s the last girl I should be attracted to. But the blood weave is pulling us closer and I’ve got to stop it from corrupting my feelings. I don’t want to be emotionally attached. I can’t let myself be emotionally attached. Not when it means giving up everything I’ve ever known and fought for. Not when it’s the opposite of all I’ve ever wanted. Especially not with her.
She shuffles again and I try not to like it.
My lips curl into a smile against my head’s instruction, and I sigh. Gods, I almost sound content.
It’s disgusting. She’s disgusting.
She’s so damn soft.
Zara isn’t weak. She’s hard as fucking nails. The girl fought with absolutely everything she had and if she were better educated, she might just be a match for a warlock. Not for me, but for one of my brothers, and maybe I can teach her if she’s willing to learn. She’ll need to suffer, as we all do when we learn our craft, and I’ll need to trust her not to betray me.
But maybe the blood weave will take care of that. Unless I can find a way to undo it. I don’t know of one ever being undone, but then they’re so rare that few know much about them at all. Maybe we can unwork this magic or a way to weaken its pull on our souls.
Gods, I’m going to have to explain this to the girl sleeping comfortably in my arms. I started last night but barely scratched the surface of the bond’s intricacies, and I sure as fuck didn’t tell her how far it’d go. I don’t want to admit it to myself, let alone to her.
Zara snorts and huffs, and I can’t help but laugh. She’s like a kitten, all fluff and cuteness and exuberance without any common sense or control. This one has claws though, and maybe, just maybe, I could learn to take some pleasure in her company.
My fingers glide over her and she stretches, pushing back against my touch. Zara’s enjoying this, and I don’t know how that makes me feel. I don’t know what to do about it, and I find myself continuing, almost too afraid to disturb the fragile peace we’ve found. She’s content to sleep and I’m content to let her, and for now, that’s a balance I don’t want to disturb.
I will soon enough, and when I figure out how to use my magic now it’s changed, then I’ll make damn sure she doesn’t always get a restful sleep. The idea of keeping her asleep as I fuck her has more than a slight appeal, and the spell shouldn’t be too hard to conjure. Controlling it is what’s tricky and that’ll be harder than usual because of the bond.
My cock’s already keen to sink into her again, but my head doesn’t know if it can bring itself to fuck her. Her cunt was made for me, but I loathe her lithe limbs and gorgeous ass. Her little body is so breakable and the greater part of me wants to pulverize her until she’s broken. But some disgusting part of me wants to protect her and it doesn’t want her to come to harm. It won’t let her come to harm, and it’ll protect her no matter what. Even if the person I’m protecting her from is me.
This is a disaster.
My hand strokes Zara’s back, and my fingers find her hair. It’s still a knotted mess, matted with blood and dirt. Its silver is an unfortunately attractive color and I’m surprised to catch myself playing with it. She hadn’t managed to clean it properly at the stream, and it’s a testament to how much I’ve fallen that I care enough to try to fix it.
Usually, this would be a simple task, but my magic doesn’t feel the same and it isn’t as strong as usual. My magic is stirring, faint but growing stronger. The familiar weight of it trickles back into my veins, filling the void the bond left behind. I grit my teeth, suppressing the urge to let it loose and obliterate something—anything—just to feel in control again. But instead, I focus. There’s work to be done, and now that my power is returning, I can at least make this cave slightly less of a hellhole.
