Elowen said, "A person like him—so soft, so flexibly tempting, an emperor slut sculpted for taking deep and obedient—can't resist real pressure at all. Watch that shiver; he folds like wet silk every time." He was manipulating him with his uncouth words.
This bastard!
"You're clouding my mind with your pathetic, twisted delusions—trying to drag me down into your corruption too, mage!" Merol growled low, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking ravenous to my heaving curves and jasmine-trailing back.
Is he...?
He won't listen, right? I am sure that he would fight back.
"Merol, don't listen to him!"
Elowen gave me smirk as he shook his head before turning towards Merol. "No, I'm laying out cold, unyielding reality for you, scribe. Look at those flushed cheeks—they'd bulge so full and prettily obedient when he takes your cock or anyone's down that tight, burning and small throat, eyes watering in perfect submission, begging without words."
