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February 9 - February 11, 2025
He snapped his fingers, lighting whatever he’d filled his pipe with, and sweet smoke rose into the air. “Not in the least, little moth. To teach you magic is to trust you with my life. And where there is absolute trust, there can be no shame.”
How many men get to meet their own death—and then bend her to their will?
His eyes narrowed and one of his eyebrows crept up. “Perhaps I should spank you for your tone, then.” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked him, daring him to deny it. His expression turned implacable. “Only if you first begged me,” he growled.
Her softness made hard parts of me break, even as it made other parts twice as feral.