11 - A plaything and a tool

Kael heaved out, beads of sweat trickling down his torso down to his pelvis. He brushed his hair through his fingers, letting out a small smile, revealing his fangs. Tone unreadable once more, he uttered, “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Naya had her head spinning. Her body was aching and there was no way of knowing where it hurt the most. What frustrated her was the thought that during the entire deed, she couldn’t resist. And the worst part was that… it made her feel something else.

The mere thought of her acting out on pleasure by herself made her shudder.

She heard Kael let out a low chuckle. Then she felt him move, closer until he had touched her neck. His sight landed on Naya’s flesh, specifically where the collar was wrapped.

Kael’s eyes glinted mysteriously and Naya’s body shivered upon seeing it.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the temple doors.

Kael took his gaze away from Naya’s and turned to the door. “Surely they didn’t come to punish me now, did they?” he started laughing