"Esther" has a talk with "Raven"

The door swung open to reveal Raven, her lips already parting to snarl another barrage of words, her hair wild like a tempest. Her venomous “I said leav--” Her voice, cold and authoritative, faltered as her gaze landed on Esther. “So, you brought your pet this time, very well, come in.”

With a sweeping gesture of her hand, she beckoned for Esther, her eyes never leaving her figure. “Not you.”

Her icy gaze seared through me, dismissing me without a second thought. The door closed with a final thud, leaving me stranded outside, my stomach churning with a mix of indignation and unease.

Out there in the quiet afternoon, I felt a helpless frustration creeping over me. I knew Cyrus's capabilities, I knew he could handle himself, but that didn't stop the worry.

My body seemed to realize what would happen once Cyrus took over Raven before my mind did, as I felt the tightness of my pants restricting me like a chokehold.

The prospect of Raven’s body bending and yielding to me, her curves and contours arching under my touch, the softness of her lips parting with moans and pleas for more. My pulse throbbed in my neck as I imagined the taste of her.

I hope they come back after I calmed myself down.