In a million lifetimes...

"The whip seems to work," Jack announced with a carefree glee that belied the intensity of their encounter. He made the vine slither around his arm, following his silent commands like an obedient serpent. "I'll have to test its usefulness in combat. Do you think the aphrodisiac is strong enough to overpower a warrior intent on sticking sticky sticks inside of me?"

Millia pondered the question, resting her head against Jack's lap, still kneeling before him like a devoted acolyte. Her golden tresses cascaded over his thighs, soft and warm against his skin. "It was certainly enough for me to lose my mind," she admitted softly, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, still tasting the essence of him there. "But I'm a nymph and not trying to resist the effect in the least." Her emerald gaze darkened with a mischievous glint. "If the enemy was affected by Eros's Insight, though, I think it might work wonders."

Jack nodded thoughtfully, his fingers absently playing with her golden tresses as he considered her words. "And if I were to use the Breath on them first?"

Millia's eyes sparkled with wicked delight, her lips curving into a smile that was both innocent and sinful. "That would turn a dusty rock in the desert moist, master," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper.

"Good," Jack replied, his own smile matching hers in wickedness. He stood up, his cock finally soft enough to tuck back into his pants, the sensation of the fabric against his sensitive skin a pleasant reminder of their encounter. He reached down, his large hand enveloping hers as he helped her to her feet. "Get yourself cleaned up. We'll have time to tease my wife a tiny bit before checking in on poor Niccy. Then, work."

As Millia stood, Jack kept her hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on her palm in a tender gesture that contrasted sharply with the brutality just moments ago. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her golden hair, his lips lingering as he inhaled her scent of wildflowers and untamed forest. "Thank you, for existing," he whispered against her skin, his words a breath of air that seemed to caress her very soul.

Millia closed her eyes, enjoying his affection. "You will have to thank Mother for that. I didn't have much to do with my creation, though I've heard it was quite the experience." She winked at him. "My mother used to tell it as a bedtime story when I was young." Her lips curved in a memory, soft and almost ****—a contrast to the wicked gleam in her eyes.

Jack shook his head. "Poor little nymph, you never stood a chance, did you?" he said, and gave her a tiny pat on her naked butt beneath the chiton. The sound of his palm against her flesh echoed in the quiet of their room. "Get moving, we have places to be."

Millia giggled and skipped to the bathroom to freshen up, her small feet tapping lightly on the wooden floor. Each step caused a ripple of movement across her lithe body, the chiton clinging and shifting like water over her curves. The fabric caught the light with each movement, revealing glimpses of the skin beneath—here a shadow of inner thigh, there the faint curve of a breast. She moved with the **** grace of something wild, something untamed by human conventions.

In a million lifetimes, he still wouldn't deserve that girl. But he wasn't about to let her know that, of course.