In a place far from the Demor Empire, three men and one woman were discussing a recent event.
"A letter arrived from Demor," began the one with the most worried expression. "Prince Lucas changed his mind and will not be bringing Cassane Windsteel to Lucratis."
The woman frowned violently.
"We clearly told him she was the priority. What the hell is he doing?"
"It seems Elizabeth Vane offered him something he couldn't refuse."
"That cunning bitch..." she muttered. "But I don't understand. She shouldn't know Cassane's true value."
"Ma'am, if you'll allow me to interrupt... I actually think this isn't as serious as we thought."
"What do you mean?" The woman fixed her gaze on him sharply.
"I believe we were mistaken about the girl. The God of Lucratis sent a message: the inheritance has nothing to do with ice, as we initially believed."
"But how? We thought she would be the key to obtaining another ninth-circle mage for our empire. And now you're telling me the information was wrong?"
"That's right. Cassane Windsteel awakened a rare affinity right when the pieces started being dealt, so we thought it was a sign. With her special body..."
"But it seems only her talent is special," the man concluded with a trembling voice. "It has no connection to the inheritance."
"So you're telling me we'll be playing on the same level as everyone else? That's it?"
The informant looked at her in terror, opening his mouth to deny it, but he couldn't continue. The guard, who had remained silent the entire time, moved like lightning and, without hesitation, sliced off his head.
Silence filled the room as the body fell. The other man, who had started the report, trembled until he collapsed to the floor, completely broken by fear.
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Classes had started again…
"Master… not again, please," Adela begged, looking at me with fear that I would repeat what happened weeks ago, when I skipped classes out of pure laziness.
"I know, Adela."
We had returned to the Academy at night and settled back into the room I had been assigned. Elara and Elizabeth were supposed to arrive in Beaumont on Wednesday, so I needed to find a way to make sure that if I disappeared for a few days or more, it wouldn't look suspicious—or at least, that no one would bother me about it.
Either way, today I was going to see Eleanor, so I got up early and went straight to her office.
The moment I opened the door, I immediately noticed she had been waiting for me.
Sylvia Sterling, dressed only in delicate black lace that left very little to the imagination, greeted me with a shameless and provocative smile.
I swallowed hard, trying to hide how much her appearance affected me.
I quickly closed the door and approached her.
"I need to talk to you."
"Yes, we do need to talk," she replied in a playful tone. "You ignored me so well at the banquet…"
I rolled my eyes and looked at her seriously.
"I'm being serious, Sylvia."
"I'm serious too. Don't you think I deserve a reward?"
"What do you want?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
She smiled as if she had already won the game.
"You already know what I want."
I stared at her and, resigned, finally said:
"I'll help you break through the ninth circle."
Sylvia jumped with excitement like a teenager. Once the burst of joy passed, she approached me and began tracing slow circles on my clothes with her fingers, looking at me suggestively.
"So? What was that serious thing you wanted to talk to me about?"
"I want Elara to ascend to the throne," I said firmly.
She stopped playing with my clothes and looked at me in surprise.
"I thought you had no interest in that kind of intrigue."
"And I don't, but I think it's better to solve problems before they splash onto me. With the whole Lumen cult thing, I've already drawn too much attention. I can't just kill everyone who opposes me."
"And what exactly do you want from me?"
"All the support of the Sterling family for Elara. They need to drop their neutral position."
"Mmm… I feel like I should have asked for more in exchange for this," she said, though a relaxed smile was already forming on her face. "Well, we can sort out the details later. Don't you think my outfit deserves something else?"
I really didn't understand how this woman could be so shameless and completely lacking in embarrassment.
She grabbed me by the tie and led me toward her chair in the office. She sat me down there while looking at me with amusement.
I was about to grab her by the waist to pull her toward me and end this, but she stopped me with a firm hand on my chest.
"No, no. Today I'm in charge."
She said it in a husky voice as she began to move, highlighting those generous curves and those breasts that would leave any man breathless.
Little by little, she removed the little clothing she was wearing, never breaking eye contact to watch my reaction. As she continued with that slow, seductive dance, my arousal began to grow visibly. She noticed and responded in a mocking tone:
"Looks like someone is very excited…"
I looked at her with impatience, as if demanding she end the game.
This time she seemed to obey. She descended to the floor and crawled toward me with feline slowness, moving her hips provocatively. Once she was between my legs, she alternated her gaze between my pants and my face. With an amused smile, she opened my fly, pulled out my erection—which was already completely hard—and began to play with it, caressing it slowly and teasingly with her fingers.
I looked at her with exasperation.
"The game is over."
I grabbed her hair firmly. She instantly understood my intention and opened her mouth, swallowing my entire cock in one go until it reached the back of her throat.
I exhaled with deep relief as I held her head and controlled the pace, thrusting my hips upward to fuck her mouth more deeply.
Sylvia let out a muffled moan around my cock, her eyes watering slightly from the sudden invasion, but she didn't pull away. She tried to maintain control for one more second, placing her hands on my thighs as if she wanted to set the rhythm, but it was already too late.
Without giving her time to react, I stood up from the chair, dragging her with me. I took her by the hair with one hand and by the waist with the other, spinning her roughly. I pushed her against her desk, forcing her to bend over the polished wooden surface. Her breasts flattened against the cold table and her ass was left exposed to me, round and perfect.
Sylvia let out a low, excited laugh, still trying to look defiant.
"So impatient…"
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I spread her legs with my knee and slid two fingers between her folds without any warning. She was soaking wet. I slipped my fingers inside her easily, feeling how her pussy tightened around them.
"So wet just from sucking me off…" I murmured close to her ear. "It seems your game was turning you on too much."
She arched her back and let out a louder moan as I began to move my fingers quickly, thrusting them deep inside her while my thumb pressed and rubbed her swollen clit. Sylvia tried to move, but I kept her firmly pinned against the desk with my body.
"Fuck…" she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
I suddenly pulled my fingers out and, without warning, aligned my hard, saliva-slick length against her entrance. With one strong, deep thrust, I buried myself inside her all the way to the hilt, feeling her hot, slippery core completely envelop me.
Sylvia let out a choked cry that turned into a long, broken moan. Her inner walls contracted tightly around my length, squeezing me hard.
"Like this… much better," I growled, beginning to drive into her with hard, fast thrusts.
Each powerful stroke made her body shake against the desk. Her breasts slid across the wood with every movement. I grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head back, while with the other I held her hip, completely controlling the rhythm.
I sped up, taking her deeper, slamming against her ass with every thrust. I could feel her tightening more and more around me, a clear sign that she was close.
"Not yet…" I warned, slowing down just enough to torture her. "You're not cumming until I say so."
She let out a frustrated whimper, but her body betrayed her: she kept pushing back against me, desperately seeking more friction.
I kept one hand tangled in her hair and moved the other down to her clit, rubbing it in quick, firm circles while I continued to thrust into her mercilessly.
"Now… cum for me, Sylvia."
Her body tensed violently. An intense orgasm ripped through her, making her inner walls contract around me in strong, rhythmic spasms. She screamed my name between muffled moans, trembling beneath me.
I didn't stop. I kept driving into her through her orgasm, prolonging it until her legs began to fail. Only then did I let myself go as well. With a few more deep, brutal thrusts, I buried myself to the hilt and released inside her, filling her with hot, thick spurts.
I stayed buried inside her for a few seconds, catching my breath, while her body still trembled with the last aftershocks of pleasure.
Finally, I slowly pulled out. Sylvia remained bent over the desk, breathing heavily, with my cum beginning to slide down her thighs.
I calmly adjusted my clothes and gave her ass a light slap.
"Now we can talk about the details of our agreement… like civilized people."
Sylvia let out a weak, satisfied laugh, still trying to catch her breath.
"And you act like a saint…"