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Kohra

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes. Are you stopping me?”

“No. I’m just curious as to why you’ll do it. You’re not that type of person. It’s surprising”

“To share the same interests as you, sister?”

“Yes….and for him to be so agreeable. I talked to him earlier. I see why he’s gotten all your interests. He’s very interesting. I…even want to have him for myself”

“Sephira, are you sure you enjoy your tortures?”

“Yes I do…oh, that’s a low blow sister. No need to get all fierce”

“I don’t need your thoughts or opinions. I just needed the equipment you delivered”

“I’m just saying Kohra, this isn’t you. You aren’t rash like Jeir or experimental like me. What’s making you tick?”

“None of your business. Your work here is done. You are excused”

Sephira stares at me and portals away. I ruminate on what she asked me. While it’s true I wasn’t rash nor experimental, I’m eager to experience this. It had always been a tendency hidden deep within and now, I have someone to experiment on. Besides, I was going to die in a couple of years. I get to experience life before then, so no loss.

The outfit I had on was a bit uncomfortable though. I was used to wearing a gown or armor but this…. suit was a lot different. The sun was setting so I waited. I had dinner delivered to my quarters and the shock on the maid’s face was evident when she caught a glimpse of what lay under my robe. I fought the urge to claw her face.

“A word and I eliminate you”

“I swear on my life I won’t say anything to anyone about this”

“Your life isn’t worth much but I’ll take that. I will kill you, don’t doubt that”

“Yes your majesty” She scampered away with the tray. I sighed and rest for a while.

When I woke from my short nap, the two moons already hung in the skies with the stars shining brightly into my room. I sighed and gave the sky the middle finger. I enter the bathroom to wash my face. When I came out, he was at the door, closing it gently like he didn’t want to alarm me. I chuckled to myself when I realized what he was doing.

“You’re avoiding me now, is it?” I say, stalking closer to him. He flinches a little, trying to disguise his body language.

“No your majesty. I was just a little busy”

“I don’t really care. Strip”

“Y…your majesty?”

“Strip now or I’ll lay waste to that set of clothes and have you walk naked in the palace for a week” I threaten lightly. I don’t actually mean it. The other ladies would be gawking and some might even snatch him. I didn’t want that.

He shakily removed his clothes and covered his body when he was bare.

“Let me look at you” I say gently. He hesitates but removes his hands, blushing.

His body wasn’t the most impressive or magnificent I’ve seen but somehow, it was perfect. Every ridge, every ounce of fat, every curve, just called out to me. I traced the lines on his chest and reveled in the feeling.

I untie my robe and let it fall to the ground. His eyes widen when he sees me in the cat suit. He wasn’t expecting that.

I hold his chin aggressive and kiss him. His lips were so soft, prompting me to bite them till they bled. I wasn’t imagining it, he tastes good.

My hands shift lower down his chest and grabs his ass, squeezing them. He gasps in my mouth and tries to pull away. I send a pulse of my magix through him, shocking him still.

A few more shocks and he lets me do what I want. Everything about him was so soft except from his member which was hardening with every passing moment.

I slip from his ass and fondle his balls.

“ahh Kohra…” he moans.

“Do you enjoy this?”

“mmh yeah…..”

“Do you also enjoy pain Lesker?”

“Hmm?”

I step away from him and look him dead in the eyes.

“I secretly enjoy seeing people uncomfortable and in pain. It’s not just everyone. It’s you. I want to hurt you” I confess.

“I want to draw on your skin like the exotic dance you do on a canvas. I want to turn you into my personal tool for satisfaction. I want every bit of you to be mine and mine alone”

He drops to his knees, shocking me. His eyes are filled with the same madness as mine. His are softer, more accepting.

“Then use me….mistress”

“The madness in me is far greater than you can comprehend. I will torture you”

“I would want nothing more”

He hangs from shackles suspended from the ceiling. He looks at me and he trusts me. He’s not repulsed or angry. It infuriates me, the curse stirring beneath my skin.

He smiles at me and that’s what it takes for my control to slip from my grasps.

The curse erupts from my skin and seals my magix. All that’s left is my unadulterated fury and…..desire.

I lift the whip and hit it against his skin. He cries out and my heart clenches. I’m disgusted at myself for pitying him so I whip him over and over again.

At some point I stop. I look at his back. It’s a bloody mess. My hands are bleeding too. My sanity is returning and I fell terrified at what I had done. I had turned into a monster.

“I’m sorry…..I’m sorry…..I’m so so sorry” I sob as I put him down. He’s barely concious. Yet he smiles at me, making me feel worse.

I place my hand on his chest and I could feel his life force slipping. Since my magix was unsealed, I decide to use it to heal him.

I kiss his slowly and gently, sending my magix through him. His life force stabilises and I breathe in relief as he goes into slumber.

I stare at him, his body knitting itself back together. I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t hurt him again but I wouldn’t make it as painful.

I would make it enjoyable for him, I promised myself.