"Mmm..confidence-" A light moan escaped her lips, and a blush stained her cheeks as she tilted her head back, eyes locked on his.
She smiled. A slow, wicked thing.
"Is going to take you places with me. My name is Jagara by the way, Master…"
Her voice dripped with sultry respect. No fear. Just interest and approval.
She liked dominance.
Respected power.
Only acknowledged men who claimed what was theirs.
Aquarius leaned in closer, his presence a blanket of heat pressing against her cool, frosted aura.
"Then let's see how far it can take you.."
He pressed her tighter against his growing hardness, and Jagara giggled—a rich, teasing sound that echoed across the frozen plain like a song meant only for him.
"Slow down, Master..the process must finish first. And then-" Her lips brushed against his cheek in a whisper of a kiss, "..I'm all yours."
But then—
"Like hell you'll be his first."
The voice cut sharp through the air, smooth and sultry yet edged with venom.
Aquarius froze, every hair on his body standing up as recognition slammed into him. He knew that voice.
And then she appeared.
Not walked. Not strolled. Manifested.
And damn, she wasn't just fine as hell..
She was breathtaking. Dangerous. And far too tempting to look away from.
Her radiant, piercing pink eyes glared at Jagara with quiet ferocity. Her long, wavy silver hair spilled like molten starlight, clashing against the rich caramel glow of her skin. Her face was sharp yet innocent, a contradiction hinting at the freak hidden beneath. Her body was curvaceous, thick in every place that would make men forget themselves, but her most striking features shimmered with menace: dark silver scales snaking across her shoulders, wings folded sleek at her back. The skin-tight dress she wore hugged every curve, the pink fabric reflecting her gaze. Barefoot, she seemed unconcerned with the icy ground beneath her.
Jagara instantly ripped herself from Aquarius' hold and hissed, her eyes narrowed to slits.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
The dragoness smirked with disdain, her lips curving into something equal parts promise and threat as she sauntered forward.
"My name is Nyomi, and let's cut to the chase. You either die or find another Master because he is mine, and mine alone."
The air dropped.
Jagara's icy-blue eyes flared, her power spilling out in a surge of frozen wind, sharp enough to bite Aquarius' skin.
"Words are just that," she growled, voice echoing with frost. "Why don't you prove it to me then?"
The frozen plain trembled with the sudden clash of wills, the tension thick enough to choke on.
Aquarius, caught between them, stood silent—amused, attentive, and very aware he was standing at ground zero of a cataclysm.
Only one thought crossed his head..
CHOOCHOO.
And no, he wasn't talking about Thomas the train.
If he didn't intervene, this would get messy real fast. And so, he did what only Aquarius could.
In a blur, he appeared between the two, arms stretched out like a referee. His left hand coincidentally found itself gripping something large, round, and supremely soft—while his right hand plunged into the bitter cold radiating from Jagara's aura.
The contrast nearly fried his brain.
"Now ladies," he began, forcing on his most 'diplomatic' grin, "there's enough of me to sha-"
He froze.
A moan spilled from Nyomi's lips, low and velvety, and Aquarius nearly collapsed on the spot. Sweet. Enticing. The kind of sound men would sell their souls to hear again.
"MMmm..you see.." Nyomi purred, her hand sliding slowly, warmly, possessively down his chest. The heat of her touch burned through the cold, claiming him inch by inch. Aquarius was silenced, his usual wit stripped away, his body shivering as chills raced through him.
She was different.
Her grin widened at Jagara, taunting, as her hand trailed lower—stopping on his junior, which, admittedly, was harder than vibranium at this point.
"This proves everything without me needing to fight you."
The world seemed to hold its breath. The air was tense, magnetic, every second stretched razor-thin. Aquarius wisely kept his mouth shut, partly because of the circumstances..partly because Nyomi's grip was firm enough to make speaking optional.
Then Jagara's lips curled, her voice a dangerous purr that could've shattered lesser men.
"Then let's see who can get it…the hardest."