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I should’ve figured out that I was going to have to prove myself to whoever this overlord was. This didn’t hit me, of course, until I went to the lobby of the Inn one dark, dreary evening and noticed that there was a certain…feeling in the air. I couldn’t describe it, but the entire place seemed warmer. Which was good, since it was a very cold place. It hit me when I noticed Stein practically cowering behind his desk in front of very handsome fellow. It didn’t take long to realize he was an incubus. First, he obviously carried himself with a ridiculous amount of confidence. Sexy, sexy confidence. Secondly, he had a tail with a heart-shaped tip swirling around him. Thirdly, I was filled with the almost uncontrollable urge to pin him to the floor and do terrible, terrible things to him. Stein glanced over at me. “Ah, h-here’s the girl you’re looking for! R-right, my lord?” He choked out, hands wringing the latest sunflower-yellow apron. The incubus man turned to face me, and it was getting harder not to drop to my knees in front of him and… Ahem. Everything about this man was clean-cut. Dark brown hair slicked back and not even messed up by the rain, expertly trimmed goatee, a suit so dark that it seemed to swallow Kadıköy Escort all light around in, and a blood red cape. “Miss?” he says in a voice so ridiculously sultry and I doubt he’s even trying, but my knees are trembling. I shakily walk over to him and extend and hand. “Hi, I’m Ellis.” I doubt I can choke out much more. He takes my hand in a firm grip and shakes it. “Lord Alexander. So, an annoying snake told me you wanted to work for me, hm?” He turns to glare at Stein. “Pardon me, but this is a private conversation.” Stein immediately turns and hurries into the backroom, and I can hear the door lock. He lets go of my hand and I yearn for it back, any touch giving me goosebumps. “Now that we’re alone…” Please, please, please say, “I can pin you to the wall and ravish you in peace.” He tilts his head. “You’re blushing rather heavily. Do you have a fever?” I shake my head. “Oh. Good, because you’re going to be in the rain. Since you’re a new recruit, you’ll be doing small jobs for me for the most part,” he says, tail pulling his cape around him to protect him and his amazing outfit. I do the same, barely paying attention to the movement of my hands. “Anything for you, my lord,” Kadıköy Escort Bayan I say, halfway dazed. He smirks. “Good. Follow me, now.”__ There was a marble fountain in the middle of town, old, worn, and the cherub spitting water at the top was missing both wings and an arm. “I basically run this town, but you know that. Because of that, I try to keep it nice.” He pointed to the rippling water. “There’s a monster in that water. A bubble slime.” He waves a hand, and suddenly a small, pink vial appears in his palm. He knows magic, too, apparently. “This holds more or less an infinite amount of whatever liquid you have…” “…because it’s a vial of holding,” I chime in. He nods. “You’ve done your homework.” He says, placing the vial on the side of the fountain. “Now then. You know how to bait a slime, correct?” He moves behind me, hands on my damp shoulders. “Or are you still a bit too young for that?” He pulls me back, one hand hooking around my waist while the other moves my cape aside on my neck. “Scars. Obviously bites, for that matter. So, I take it you know that they can sense lust?” I nod, breathless. Fucking finally. “Keep quiet. It’s dark and raining, but people Escort Kadıköy are suspicious.” I feel hot breath on my neck. “And I have a tendency to make women scream.” He nibbles lightly on my neck, the hand on my hip hiking up my skirt and rubbing against my panties. I gasp and lean back onto him, already hotfaced and shivering. He smirks, middle finger pressing against my clit while sucking gently on my neck, making me moan softly. “I said keep quiet,” He growls, his free hand forcing his fingers into my mouth, pressing my tongue down. The water begins bubbling, and the bubbles float high into the air and pop in the rain. I give a muffled, “I’m sorry,” and he tugs my already-damp underwear aside, finger trailing against my slit before quickly pressing two fingers inside of me, slowing drawing them out and then thrusting them in again. I have to bite down on his fingers to not make a sound, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps going, palm pressing against my clit and I’m already so close, the water in the fountain looks close to boiling over. Two mournful blue eyes appear, forming around a gloomy-looking face that’s as transparent as the water. Hair or something comparable to hair forms and trails down some sort of neck, and the face looks curious, but still really depressed. “There you are…” he murmurs, and just when I’m on the edge, he pushes me into the water and I splash into the slime girl. I flounder around for a few minutes in the obviously not water, finally sitting up and glaring holes at him. “Right.