“Seer,” they whisper amongst themselves. “Fate-touched.” Yeah, the goddess of Fate is a bitch who hasn’t learned to ask consent before touching people. Thankfully, only one person is running for their life, too busy looking over their shoulder for their pursuers to notice me. She sends us both flying as her weight slams into me. The momentum knocks the wind out of my lungs, and I land flat on my back, her straddling me in a way that makes my cock stand to attention. I haven’t let myself scent the air, yet my body already knows who she is to me.
