A Lock of Her Hair

"My Magus..." She answered the door and smiled sweetly in welcome.

Despite that she intends to leave me in painful yearning while she's sated.

"Don't play with me tonight, Zyra. I've no patience for it."

"Don't you?" She blinked lovely blue eyes as she closed the door. Pressing her back to it to pin herself. Peering at me from beneath hooded lashes. Knowing she looked like ready prey but could turn the tables in an instant.

Send me out of her hut just as quickly as she invited me in.

She caught one of my larger hands as she'd done earlier. Lifting it and slipping it under the shoulder strap of her leather robe and shifting it aside so her large, exposed breast was freed into my hand.

Moaning I shoved against her. Pinning her to that door with a growl. I shifted my feet inside hers and pressed them apart until I knew she was exposed.

Vulnerable.

And open with her legs parted so far.

I drove my hips against her. Only my breeches and the front flap of her robe separating us.

She's still wet from my finger inside her. I knew. I could still smell her arousal.

Damn her.

I wanted to shove my rod in her. Hear her moaning and feel her writhing all over it as she did when my finger was inside her.

But as I unlaced my pants and moved her robe aside, her eyes narrowed in warning, but I was driven with need.

"Magus."

I ignored her. Set on what I'd wanted for so long. But as my tip probed her entrance she hissed and a lightning current of white shot down from her hair and vibrated over her body. Emerging from her crevice to sting my pulsing member.

Snarling through gritted teeth, I leapt back cupping myself.

"I warned you." She said.

"Dammit, Zyra. Tomorrow night. Tomorrow you're mine. And I'll leave you so sore you'll be crying with the ache every time you move."

As you've done to me!

I was still ranting at her furiously. "I'm going to bend you over every surface in your hut and put a pounding to your soft flesh."

She laughed coldly. "The hell you think so, Magus. You're excessively bold the last few days, with your threats of what you'll do to me."

She taunted with a lifted brow. "Know something I don't?"

"As a matter of a fact I do." I slipped my dagger from my chest sheath and slapped a palm on the door next to her.

The next night as the Mating Moon began to rise, I was at her door.

She opened it nearly as I got there. Quite satisfied with herself.

Preparing to leave me suffering.

I stepped in and turned the latch.

She sighed as she strode across the room. "More threats, My Magus?"

She leaned slowly over her bed and crawled up it. Wiggling her partially exposed buttocks at me as the flaps of her robe parted around her thighs, as she moved.

Beautiful porcelain flesh.

"No. No threats." I withdrew a small bubbling vial from my tunic pocket just as she rolled onto her buttocks.

She leaned forward. "What's that? Is that a potion?" Her eyes widened in horror. "What is that potion for Magus?"

"I told you what it was for. And this?" I withdrew a final piece from my pocket. Rolling it in my fingers so she could see it.

I knew understanding dawned when she reached up to finger her hair near her ear. Gripping the lock that was missing a length. "My hair? What are you doing!"

She leapt off the bed to run at me.

I unstoppered the vial and plopped her lock of hair in it. Making it hiss and bubble.

I watched her running at me to rip it out of my hands. Long, slim legs carrying her across the room in smooth strides. Large pendulum breasts swaying with every leap.

Just as she was almost to me, I whispered. "Ker-dan."

She yelped and lurched onto her back. Writhing along the floor in blatant heat. Panting as she put her hands to herself and pushed to alleviate the pressure. "What have you done to me!"

She stared up at me fearfully.

"Ohh...What's wrong Little Zyra? Afraid of what I'll do?"

You should be. I'm going to stuff you full!

"Don't touch me!" She cried.

"I'm going to do a lot more than that." I laughed at her writhing along the floor. Tossing her head against the tension in her.

Her skin goose bumped, and nipples pebbled under her robes.

I smiled evilly. Lifting my chin toward her. "Open your legs for me."