She finishes the last of her wine, and sets it on the table. She rubs her neck, feeling the warmth of the faerie light fire in the hearth. "I am glad you decided to return here. Not like you had a choice."
"Of course, jabbress... I'm yours, and yours to do with as you please." His grin is broad and knowing, like he's keeping a secret.
She detects this, and arches an eyebrow. "Is there something you're not--"
Then she feels it. The twinge. She's never felt it before, not in person, but she's seen it happen in others enough to know what it looks like. It's sharp, strong, and indisputable. It's hungry, furious, and urgent. It boils in her belly, and drops in her pussy. She can feel her heartbeat through her whole body, and she can't help but release a low, defeated moan. How did he turn her own poison against her? How did she let herself drink the entire glass without realizing? How did she not see what he was doing? The shame and regret fade quickly in the wake of her rising need. Her white eyebrows furrow with shame as she meets his eye, as if he might refute what he's done to her.
Instead, he smiles. "Not so cocky now, are you?"
She stands suddenly, as if to attack him, but her hands remain fists at her sides. She takes the empty wine glass and throws it against the wall with a roar of frustration, then looks back to him and his malicious grin. Her knees press together as she tries to resist the fresh sensations that have risen in her groin, but he need not say anything further. He simply waits, and it only takes a few more seconds for her hand to dive between her legs. She sighs with fleeting relief, circling and tripping on her clit as she glares at him. She knows what he has already learned: to get what she craves, she'll have to do what he commands. "What do you want?" She growls indignantly, ready to finish this as soon as possible.
"Now, now, don't be in such a rush. You'll have to work me up if you want me to cum inside you - and I am entirely certain that is what you want - because I have a few demands first."
It was true. What he said is what she wants, because he said it. To be fucked, humiliated, and bred. To be given exactly what she absolutely deserves. She wants to serve him; she needs to cum for him; and she deserves to be used by him. For hours and hours, she is doomed to seek whatever satisfaction she can find... and right now, he is the closest thing to it. She has been drugged by her own poison, and she is about to see firsthand how cruel revenge can be.
"First, take off your clothes. Slowly. Sensually. Put on a good show, but no more touching yourself. Not even on your nipples. And be vocal."
She whimpers and moans, the least she can do in defiance of his orders. But she can't help grinding against the air as her robes fall away and her panties slide down her legs, thighs slick and breasts pert with desire. She presses the insides of her legs with her fingers, the closest she can get to touching herself. Her pussy burns and throbs as she carefully avoids her nipples in playing with her tits, hoping that he might be amused enough to be merciful. A desperate hum is emitted through clenched teeth as she tries hopelessly to resist what has been done to her.
"I can't hear you, darling."
She whines, a stilted noise that chokes from the back of her throat. "Please..."
