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“I’m not,” I smiled. “Denial is turning you on all on your own, Tannor,” I backed away. “Just think, no matter how much you yank at yourself, it still won’t be as good as me.”

His mouth dropped open, and he was panting once more. “Nalla, please come here. Let me pleasure you. Let me thank you for tending to me.”

I stepped further back, flicking my nipple once more, then shook my head.

“Earn it,” I smirked. “Be my good boy and earn it.”

“You - you bitch!” He was rabid, but I provided him a teasing smile, glancing at his weeping cock for one final memory to hold me over, then I left. My ears delighted in his angry frustrated grunts.

CHAPTER EIGHT

TANNOR

There was no peace that night and I continued glancing at the door, hoping she would return. Hoping it was nothing more than a tease. I’d never been teased before. The past few days were a mass of things I’d never experienced. Just thinking of the bath she gave me and how she used her hand to bring me to the brink of pleasure made my cock twitch. I was so frustrated after yanking three times and coming that I tried to stand but ended collapsing back on the bed the moment the heel of my foot pressed into the floor.

Spent, I laid on the bed, desperately seeking her scent. This was madness. Surely, she’d used her magic.

“Denial is turning you on all on your own.”

My cock twitched again. I needed to find a way of surviving this. Surely, I couldn’t last if she continued her little lessons. To think she was somewhere beyond that door with her fingers inside of her as she thought of me in this predicament drove me to insanity. I wasn’t certain if I even enjoyed her company. No, that would be a lie. Long ago, I promised to stop the lies I told myself.

Twisting my head, I spotted the small vials of medicine she’d left behind. She counted on me obeying her orders and drinking another in the evening. But she wasn’t here to supervise. A part of me wished to deny her ordering me about. Another part, a more sensible part, urged me to drink it. I’d be on my feet once more and I could escape.

Escape where? Go where? I slowly looked down at my chest. Inside of me were my wings. What if she could aid me in releasing them? If she wished, I was certain she could find a way. If she thought she loved me. If she thought I loved her.

A slow plan crept into my mind and gave me purpose. If she could set me free, I could easily fly off without harming her, without having to fight her. I could wait until she slept in my arms, unaware of my plans, and slip out before she woke.

Yes. I pressed my hand to my chest, and it reminded me of her hands caressing my skin in the softest of manners. How her pebbled nipples brushed my back through that thin gown she wore.

It was dishonest, but… I could enjoy myself while still finding freedom. Yes. That would be the plan. That would be my hope. With determination, I took the small vial, uncorked it, and drank it. The bitter acrid taste coated my tongue, and I blanched.

She’d return and find that I’d obeyed. That thought fluttered a strange sensation through me and I was annoyed to find that I was once more hardening. With a curse, I yanked at myself. But it was the image of her pleased face and her soft words of praise that sent me over the edge.

I needed to leave. With the memories of her actions and the hope of escape wedged in my dreams, I found sleep.

When I woke, it was when someone was probing my feet. There was sharp discomfort, and I jolted up, but a soft hand was quickly on my shoulder. I smelled Nalla and when I blinked up; I found her there, at my shoulder. It was morning, and I’d slept without waking through the night.

That was a first.

“She’s just checking on your wounds,” Nalla said, and her hand slid down my back.

After leaving me last night, I should’ve shoved her off, snapped biting words. But she smelled fresh and inviting and I remembered how I had a plan. A plan I must enact sooner rather than later.

The medic who checked my feet made a noise of approval and she nodded her head as she studied me. “Healing nicely, faster than expected, actually.” She was the same as yesterday and in her hand, she held a pomade. “He may be right as normal by tonight. But the tonic must be drunk to ensure the poison is completely out of his system.”

She handed Nalla the vial and stood up with a creak on her back. “Let them uncovered until then, helps dry it out and speed the healing.”

I wiggled my toes and found that the pain was gone and all that was left was a dull discomfort. I’d never healed this quickly. My hope of escaping renewed.

“He’s been drinking the tonic, just as instructed,” Nalla said and cast me a look at what I can only describe as praise.

That fluttering entered my stomach once more and my eyes followed her as she walked the medic to the door. She wore a green gown today; it fluttered behind her, leaving a trail of her sweet perfume. Her hair was down, cascading down her back in thick brown rivulets.

In the morning light, she looked beautiful, all soft curves and promising eyes. She took a seat where the medic had sat, a small stool at the foot of the bed. Uncorking the salve she focused on her task of slathering the gelatinous substance over the tender skin. It was cold and had to hold in a shiver.

“It’s a little cold, but it’ll help with scabbing,” she said and glanced at me through her lashes.

I said nothing because I was afraid of my words and their meanings. Recalling the role I had to play, I sighed and laid back down, trying to relax as she massaged the pomade on my skin. Her fingers felt wonderful, soothing, and strong.

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