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The thought that he might be right, that I might not be able to leave The Square, sent a rush of claustrophobia through me. "I can't stay here."
You'll do whatever I tell you to do.
I groaned.
I'm not going to leave you alone again. Not until you learn your place. Learn to comply. Learn you're not above it all, some special little prince.

"I may not be allowed to harm you, warlock. You might even be as powerful as they claim you are, but you'll remember this. Hazel Fetner held you in her sway. You were at my mercy. The one in the Halloween witch costume showed you true power before you were even able to break a binding spell."

"Is there a chance we will run into another tribe? It would be amazing to see other mers."
That look crossed her face once more. No, and if we do, we go the other direction.
The force behind her answer surprised me. "Why?"
"It is one thing to hunt the white spirit. It is another to hunt other races of your own kind.

Finally, he pulled away and repositioned his cock to where
I could feel it teasing my hole.
He arched an eyebrow, requesting permission.
"Fuck, yeah, now!" I grabbed both of his shoulders and gripped hard. "And, Schwint?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure I can feel those balls slapping against me as you do!"
He let out a burst of laughter and plunged into me. "Yes, sir!"

I jammed the truck into park. "So, house party?"
He gave a confused face, still not managing to hide his smirk. "Something like that."
"So, am I meeting your family?"
"Seriously?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Just because I sucked your dick the day we met doesn't mean I'm introducing you to the family on our first date."

Where demons have one particular power - fire, creation, perception, and so forth, witches have been so crossbred that we have a wide mix of powers, though none to any comparable extent of a demon. Even so, we typically have one power that is stronger or more evident than the rest of the assortment.

"Not gonna stand me up this time?"
I started to shake my head, then stopped. "Probably not. You'll have to take your chances."
He nodded. "Worth the risk."

"Do you want to go on a date with me? A real one?"
I looked at his handsome face, the barely perceptible points of his ears. So different from Brett. I thought of his take on life and relationships. So different than anyone I ever met.
"Yeah. I do."
His smile beamed. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."

No matter how many attempts, I couldn't reach that same level of euphoria as the experience in Balboa Park. And if the pain increased with each withdrawal, I couldn't understand why it was the supernatural drug of choice.