"You’re not healing for the next 7 days, so don’t threaten me, dear."
Claire’s expression was scary, and oh so memorable.
I felt like I was playing with death, and it sent adrenaline rushing into my veins like never before.
Even the labyrinth adventure was bland compared to this.
The view of Claire on bed, fuming with her dripping wet cunt and her nude body.
Her plasters were an eyesore, but I sure as hell planned to scribble some good things on them to make them look better. Of course, after I was done with her.
"..." Claire offered no reply to my words, not vocally, at least.
Her aura flared out once again, this time much more dense and overbearing.
Mana was supposed to be invisible, unless formed into spells, and yet, I could see it.
The faint blue outlines that moved erratically around Claire’s sexy body, flickering and warping in the air just like how you would see the air vibrate above a fire.
If looks could kill, I was sure that even the cat’s 9 lives couldn’t save me.
Yet, I didn’t back down either.
I gulped down my saliva, still flashing her a sweet smile as I stared back into her eyes.
"I was really too gentle on you before, huh?" she snarled with frustration clear in both her eyes and the voice.
Understandable, no one likes to be edged at the climax.
It was like you were watching a crime thriller, and the main character pushed open a door that was supposed to reveal the villain, but at that exact moment, an unskippable ad popped up.
Even a sage would feel rage at that.
And Claire was no sage, she may be sensible, understanding and quite a competent leader, but her impulsiveness was a trait.
I just shrugged playfully at her words, hiding the faint tremors in my knees as her aura kept pressing onto me.
I don’t even know how much mana she was burning out of her instinct, it didn’t seem like a small amount in the slightest.
"Don’t test my patience," she warned once again, putting some force in her back to sit up from the bed
But how could I let her?
If I fall into her clutches, I myself know that I won’t be coming out without a good beating.
Thus, moving towards her right hand side, I applied some force on her shoulders to keep her pinned under me, avoiding her left hand when she tried to grab me.
Who knew that the training I got from her would be so useful against herself?
But being so close in proximity, her aura was even denser. Her mana felt like it was suffocating me from all the sides, and shockingly, she wasn’t even doing it intentionally.
It was either the doing of a passive skill, or just pure instincts.
And before she could burst out even more, I trailed down my finger across the contour of her perfect curves, circling my index finger on her erect nipples.
Her breath hitched at the sensations, but the rage didn’t seem to be calming down at all.
"Calm down, love." I said in a low, teasing voice, "I just want you to ask me nicely, not order me like I am your slave."
Her lips parted at my words as if she was having difficulty in processing them, but luckily, it did cause her aura to stop emitting out like a radiator, as the mana dispersed in the air.
She even forgot about resisting from the force, as her back was pinned back onto the soft, plush mattress of her bed.
"Not my slave?" she asked in confusion, "But you are? You told me yourself that you are my lovely boy toy and I can use you as I wish. I can order you around and humiliate you. You like it."
...
The fuck?
I knew that I– NO! Aaron of Solaris was a submissive man... but...
"I don’t anymore." I said without even thinking, the words coming out as a reflex.
Claire’s breaths slowed down, her eyes narrowing at me, "You’re acting so weird since yesterday..." she mumbled.
But before she could get too deep into her digging of my unusual nature, I let my hands go free at her body.
The left slid across her slim waist, repositioning back onto her wet pussy while the right that was circling around her nipple, used its two fingers to gently pinch her nipple.
Claire moaned out in surprise, a soft string of curses escaping from her delicious lips before she grunted, "Fuck– Okay! Your wish, I will ask nicely, just don’t stop or I will really make you regret it!"
"That’s more like it." I nodded, sliding in my fingers as they picked up where they left off.
And even better, this time I knew where to press harder to make her squirm even more in pleasure.
In just half a minute of ravaging her with my fingers, Claire orgasmed as her juices stained my fingers, dripping down her curves onto the bedsheet.
Her eyes got slightly hazy, looking at me in lust as she whispered, "Are you just going to keep playing with your fingers or actually going to put it in?"
I scoffed in response, "Looks like that’s your definition of nice, hmm?"
"Do you want me to order you like how you used to like it, my dear toy~?" Claire shot back with a scoff of her own, her breasts rising and falling with each of her heaving breaths.
"No. Never again." I instantly denied.
Just the thought of it gave me goosebumps.
"Then please, take off your clothes and put it in already." she giggled with amusement.
I shot up the bed, removing all the excess layers that I had to cover myself with due to the freezing cold outside. Luckily the heater inside the apartment was pretty good.
She watched me remove my clothes with a faint smile, humming a soft melody that I didn’t recognize, but sounded quite good to hear.
"You know, I never had an issue with treating you nicely or giving you respect." she began without being asked, speaking with a nostalgic tone, "But... you were just weird."
"Weird like how?"
"Weird, like I couldn’t understand what you wanted, at all. You got emotional when I got mad, but then you wanted me to be mad during sex? You liked when I treated you gently and cared about you, but wanted me to do the opposite when we got intimate."
Claire ranted in a low voice, and I didn’t try to stop her either.
"Do you think I have a switch that I can just flip and change my attitude, love?" She sighed.