Corin heads out, and Rhazek grins.
“I thought he would never leave,” he growls, before grabbing my dress at the shoulders with clawed hands. With one downward jerk, he shreds the garment right off my body.
“Rhaz!” I gasp. “I liked that dress--”
He silences me with a fierce kiss, stealiugn my breath and any words that migihit have come after. Rhazek pulls me into his lap now, and I begin kneading his chest like a kitten. He breaks the kiss, his fingers toying with my painfully erect nipples.
“I love your body,” he blurts, hands squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh of my breasts. “These will provide sustenance to our many children--and me with many nights of pleasure.”
He latches onto my right breast, sucking most of it into his huge maw. I sigh, holding him behind the neck, basking in the glow of his attention.
Then, his hand grips my thigh and gently kneads. I allow him to spread my legs and work his fingers upward. He pries my pussy wide open with two fingers, his thumb teasing my clit as I am exposed and vulnerable.
I fumble with his trousers, trying to reach the rock hard staff he’s preparing to impale me with. He assists with the belt buckle, but never stops sucking my breast, his tongue nimbly dancing about and teasing my trapped nipple.
Clawed fingers pinch my clit, tight enough to feel good but not too hard. Just right, like he’s done this his entire existence. I lift my hips and arch my back as best I can until I can settle on his burnished copper cock.
I throw my head back and hiss through gritted teeth as I settle onto him, taking his full length. He places his hand on my lower belly, only walls of flesh separating his fingers from his cock. I’m trapped in the middle and loving every moment of it.
I give as good as I get, maybe better, swiveling my hips and holding onto his shoulders for traction. He grabs my breasts in two huge hands and squeezes, deforming the flesh to his whims. I love it when he enjoys my body like this. I love it when he enjoys me.
“Sable,” he cries as his cock empties itself inside of me. “I love you.”
I open my mouth to respond in kind, but instead of those three words a scream rips from my maw. I writhe about on his cock, impaled in the best possible way, as I surf wave after wave of climactic delight. Golden flashes shoot through my nerves and explode into fireworks in my brain. Unless Corin is leagues away by now he’s going to hear me. I think the whold of Protheka might hear me, and I don’t care.
I collapse against him, shivering with aftershocks, as he embraces me tightly.
“Mine,” he whispers into my neck.
“Yes,” say between heavy pants. “Yours. Always.”
CORIN
Years later, I learn that glamour is less a disguise and more a polite agreement between you and reality.
It works—mostly.
Until it doesn’t.
I catch it in reflections first. Always reflections. Glass is honest in a way people rarely are, and mirrors have a nasty habit of telling the truth when you forget to remind them of your preferred version of it. This morning it’s the window of Bess’s shop, warped and imperfect, but good enough to show me exactly how much I’ve stopped pretending to be entirely human.
My horns flicker.
Not fully there, not fully gone—just a ghost of them, curving back from my temples like a memory trying to become a fact. The glamour stutters, then settles again, smoothing my silhouette back into something that won’t alarm villagers or attract unwanted theological discussions.
“Behave,” I mutter under my breath.
The reflection does not answer, which is either a blessing or a missed opportunity.
I adjust my coat, roll my shoulders once, and step away from the glass. The street smells like bread, damp stone, horse sweat, and the faint metallic edge of old coin changing hands. Ordinary things. Human things. I have learned to catalog them the way I once cataloged arcane variables—precisely, quietly, with a kind of reverence I would never admit out loud.
Because I remember what it felt like to belong to this world without qualifiers.
Now I belong to it with… footnotes.
My eyes don’t need the glamour anymore.
That’s the other change.
