She tried to ignore the urge that grew and grew within her. But her eyes kept falling onto that delicate, silver bell. So small. So pretty. So sparkly. The nub between her thighs throbbed. She thought about touching herself but… no that wasn’t enough. She needed more than that. Someone. Something. Between her thighs, pounding away, filling her full of seed, the thrill of sensing another cum within her, hearing their moans.
A shiver ran down her spine. What was she turning into? She whimpered, helplessly. She closed her eyes and tried to think of something normal, something mundane.
Sword practice. Yes, that was safe. Sword practice. Remembering practicing her blade work with one of the other knights. Dancing two and fro, their swords clashing in mid air. The man laughing as he met her blows easily, bringing up his shield for more defence. The sweat running down his skin. The tasselled look of his hair, A ready grin. A moan. The feel of him pressed against her. Him, sliding in and out of her.. fucking her on the training room floor whilst all the other knights and squires watched…
She almost missed the strange, almost fey-like tinkling side. She opened her eyes and saw that, almost subconsciously, her free hand had moved to the bell. She was holding it now, and the sweet peels of it’s ringing echoed in the air, clearly having some magic.
Cursing her own weakness, she could do nothing but wait to see what Marus had in stall for her, and to try desperately to pretend to herself the shivers that ran up and down her spine were of fear, not excitement.
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