My lungs empty on a long, weary sigh. My shoulders drop. I turn on my heels and head for the shower without saying another word.
Despite how annoying he is, it is nice to be wanted so eagerly. And he can pretend all he likes that it’s only about sustenance. But last time, I felt his cock, his very hard cock. He’s a horny bastard who’s faking being above such things, and I’m on to him.
I kick my boots off, strip out of my clothes, whack the shower on and step under the spray before it’s fully warmed up. The zap is refreshing. The water feels good. It’s washing away tension as well as the sweat from a hard day’s work.
I allow my mind to drift. I hum a little.
Then I freeze in horror.
I’ve started to turn this into an everything shower.
Which is completely unnecessary. Dis is horny, I’m horny. I felt his package, and it felt like a very nice package. But that doesn’t mean… I’m not going to… This is just a quick freshen-up shower, then Dis is going to blow me or give me a hand job or kiss me all over like last time.
I’m not going to bottom for my captive. Absolutely not. Letting your enemy fuck you is all kinds of fucked up, and I’m not that kind of freak.
While my mind freaks out, my hands continue doing what they are doing. Going through the motions on autopilot, as if it wasn’t aeons ago I last needed to do this.
Fine.
I’m halfway done now, might as well continue. No harm in that.
When I finish my shower, I walk into the living room with just a towel slung around my waist.
Dis has turned the TV off. He is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for me. It’s strangely hot.
His sapphire gaze begins an immediate, slow, and thorough perusal of every part of me that’s not covered by the towel. His eyes glow even brighter than usual.
A shiver dances over my skin. Okay, that really is hot. There is nothing quite as good as being appreciated. And despite being short, I’m proud of my body. I don’t look after it or anything, but still. I look good. I don’t need to look after it. Maybe I will when I’m older, but for now it seems to take care of itself.
Anyways, it’s nice that Dis appreciates what I’ve got. Because he should. He’s lucky to be seeing it.
I step up to the barrier of the circle. Dis stares, seemingly transfixed by my belly button ring.
I drop the towel. No being tormented and teased with silk today. Not happening. He is going to have to put his actual hands on my actual cock. Skin on skin, or is that skin on shadow, shadow on skin? Whatever. It’s happening.
Dis’s gaze drops down to my very hard cock. It lingers.
I smirk and step into the circle.
He pounces again, and my smirk turns into a gasp. Stepping into Dis’s circle is like jumping into an aquarium of very hungry piranhas. Instant attack.
Oh shit. What if he really is that hungry? Have I been unintentionally starving him?
I push down the wave of unease with a promise to feed him more often. A lot more often, because I’m altruistic like that. Kindness is my middle name.
I grunt softly as he forms behind me again. Lips on neck, shadows tugging on nipples, hands gliding down towards my cock. This is so much better without clothes.
I reach behind my ass and rub his hard cock through his shadowy trousers.
He freezes. Falls utterly motionless. Even the shadows swirling around him stop writhing.
I pause.
“I do not need to feel pleasure to feed from you, Little Witch,” he rumbles softly in my ear.
Another shiver dances over me. “I know.” I agree. “But I want you to.”
He breathes in sharply behind me, even though I didn’t think shadow beings needed to breathe.
