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The child’s warmth pulsed once. Good, the warmth said, in no language and every language. That’s right. Two witches remained of the five. They were staring at where the other three had been. I looked at them. Gold eyes. Steady light. The three-thread bond running its warmth through everything. “Leave,” I said. The Royal command frequency — not aimed at wolves, not at the command’s usual target, but the authority was something older than species and the frequency carried it anyway. They left.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I must have said something wrong again, because he drew close to my ear and whispered, "If that's what you want, your wish is my command." Fuck. I wasn't supposed to command my dominant. Was I?

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“I do.” --- And for the first time— I stepped forward. --- “Ivara,” Silas warned. --- “I’m not running,” I said. --- “You’re not walking into that alone.” --- “I’m not alone.” --- That surprised him. I saw it. --- Because I wasn’t talking about him. --- The First Command I lifted my hand. Slowly. Deliberately. The glow followed—soft at first, then stronger, wrapping around my arm like a living current. --- Every single one of them reacted.

“Your wish is my command.” Before I say anything else, his mouth latches back onto my nipple. Ahh… Yes….. I run my fingers through his hair as his mouth continues to tantalize and tease my body. I’m so lost in my own passion that I don’t even realize that he has added another finger in my entrance. However, I suddenly realize as he brushes something deep inside of me which causes my wolf to howl in delight and for me to moan. “YESSSS!!!! AHHH!!”

said Wilbur. "Hold on and listen to me. I know you have a wish, but I will never grant someone's wishes casually here unless that person has made a significant contribution to the universe and its dimensional axis, one that can influence the very fabric of spacetime. At that point, depending on the wish points, I can fulfill one to three wishes for you. Typically, one major battle might earn you two to three wish points, and you need to accumulate a thousand wish points to have one wish granted. Furthermore, each servant has only three chances to make a wish in their lifetime. Once those three chances are used, no matter how many wish points are accumulated, no further wishes can be granted.

He laughs, "Since you told me to shut up, you know I like doing what you say, you can command me anytime. I like a girl who knows how to take the lead" I try to understand what he's saying because I'm completely lost in this conversation, then I revert back to our text and remember I texted him to "shut up" because he was distracting our topic of conversation "I didn't mean that literally" "You have to be careful what you wish you, your wish is my command" His stupid words are giving me a whiplash and my mind is beginning to conjure up and fantasize about various orders I could give him, orders I dare not say aloud if I want to maintain my sanity or maybe I've already lost it. With Roman, yo

“Your power to grant wishes…. Was that something you already had when you were alive, or did you gain it after becoming… whatever you are now?” The moment the last word left my mouth, the black mist erupted, wrapping tightly around me. It reeked of blood, so dense and suffocating it felt almost solid. The fury inside it pressed down on me like a tide, ready to drown me whole. After what felt like forever, I finally heard his answer. “…When I was alive.” --- Final Day. The system’s voice rang out: [Final Quest: “Wish” has been issued.] [Each player may now make one final wish to the Boss.]