Page 10 of The Darkness in the Magi

Despite my breasts being small, I feel his appreciation when he sees them. How pleased he is with my body.

His eyes rove down my stomach to the junction between my thighs. When I hesitate to remove my panties, he says, “Preserve your modesty, if you must. But I warn you, you’ll only feel tortured by your defiance.”

He’s not lying. Already, I feel my body liven for him, wanting whatever it is he intends to do to me.

Pressing my eyes closed, I pull my panties down, kicking them off my body.

“Good magi,” Lucius coos.

Inwardly, I bloom at his praise, basking in the light of his glow, which is not something I ever thought I’d do since I’m so drawn to darkness.

“Do you want to know what good magi get?” Lucius asks.

I nod.

“Good magi get their pussies licked.”

My core clenches at the shock of his words. Words that sound preposterous.

And yet they interest me more than I’d care to admit.

Lucius walks around me, ever so slowly, gazing down at my body with glowing eyes as cold as steel. The darkness has always been my haven, for nightmares have such a sweet embrace.

But Lucius rips through them effortlessly, rendering me vulnerable in ways I’ve never imagined.

In ways I never knew I’d hunger for.

“Stand behind the chair at my desk,” Lucius instructs.

I obey.

Place your hands on the backing.

Again, I do exactly what he says, wanting badly to please him.

I feel him come behind me, his breath washing over my neck.

“You will serve me, but that doesn’t mean I must always be unkind.” His enormous hands fold over my shoulders. “In fact, I can already tell how much you’re going to enjoy my touch.”

My heart races in my chest, beating for a man that’s always terrified me. That still does terrify me.

Not that I’m afraid of fear. I walk in the realm of shadows. Of nightmares. Of poison so potent, one drop could kill a thousand.

His fingers trail down my back, around my ribs, to my breasts, which he cups in his enormous hands.

I’ve long envied the magi with beautifully plumped breasts. Which is ironic because Nadine would often say she’d gladly give hers to me, saying that mine were cute and hers were too fat and ugly.

Sensing my dissatisfaction, Lucius says, “Don’t feel embarrassed. They’re pretty and responsive, which is far more desirable than decorative tits that feel nothing.”

His fingers close around my nipples, making me gasp with desperate want.

“I love how your whole body responds to my touch. How your scent coats the air. How you grow wet with want.” He brings his mouth close to my ear. “Tell me you love it when I play with your tits.”

There’s simply no way I can say such a thing so vulgar.

“Say it!” he demands.

“I love it!” I blurt.

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