“I can’t feel it,” he says as I prod the cut flesh. “I’m numb in parts, other parts are raging. It is like my blood is on fire.”
I know exactly which parts rage. The rush of the fight has seen the henbane take hold. Any natural resistance he had against it will have gone. It will be running rampant in his c**k now. I remember how acutely sensitive I was from the potion—tantalizing verging on frightening, like I had a volcano of bliss building within, waiting for one touch to explode. Imagine all that in a c**k the size of his!
I know what I must do. I mustn’t let him regain any control. Tenderness can come another day, when he is truly mine, heart and soul. I slip the leather patch from his face and reveal another lust-bright eye. Our chests still heave. Our mouths are pooling, hungry. I
