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Immediately he rubs his chin hard over my hair. Makes me feel the full force of his power again. Just hearing his breath makes my heart race. But I can still think. Notice for yourself that within a second I lost complete control of the situation. "Zaret," I whisper and want to push myself away from the wall. But I'm not granted a millimeter. Of course not. How should I stand a chance against such a giant as Zaret? swallow whole size.

"Shh." He brushes my hair aside, exposing my ear and floating his lips in front of it. "We're not alone." He says it like it's logical. But that's not it. At least not for me. And so I stop my efforts to somehow break away from him and instead tilt my head in Zaret's direction. "What do you mean?" My voice is now also reduced to the absolute minimum. And even if I mean the question seriously, the foreboding is spreading in me that Xerxes and Platura are already waiting down here to get me out of Zaret's cell to tear and punish me. It wouldn't even be out of the question.

But Zaret doesn't answer me right away, instead letting his lips brush the crook of my neck and that's enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I'm aware it's for show. Zaret has to create closeness to make it appear from the outside as if we were only getting intimate with each other. But despite this fact, a pleasant shiver runs over me. Zaret's lips aren't even soft anymore. These scratch my skin easily. Show that he actually needs something to drink. Still, it feels good to me. And just to enhance this effect, he slightly bites. Burrows his teeth into my skin with a little too much force, eliciting a soft whimper from me.

"I mean, you certainly didn't get the key by accident." I barely understand the words. Even the vibration of Zaret's chest against my back is more present than the voice. But even as he speaks, I close my eyes in resignation. He is right. And I knew it. Deep down I knew that fact. I just couldn't admit it to myself. Then I would have had to turn around - wouldn't have found a reason to come here.

"I know," I whisper, and by now I should feel remorse. But still there's nothing like that. Like I'm not able to feel that emotion anymore. And maybe I am? It could be there is one less sensation that bothers me. One step closer to inner powerlessness. To my mother. But Zaret doesn't let the sadness fill me. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around. But instead of me "To give me some space, he immediately presses my back against the wall again. But this time it's different. I can see his eyes. The amused glint in them. Zaret doesn't seem to be scared that Xerxes and Platura are around Once again he seems carefree.

"Why are you here?" It's barely more than a breath and I really didn't want to ask. Not wasting this little time with a question that doesn't change anything. But it also seems impossible not to know why. Zaret shouldn't be here. He could have escaped. Just to the forest and to safety. So why is he jeopardizing his own well-being? But instead of answering me directly, Zaret cups my face in his hands, brushing my hair aside a little . This small gesture alone carries a security that covers me like a thick veil. It is paradoxical that I think so. Zaret could not do anything against Xerxes here. And yet these large hands are enough to make me feel to let no one hurt me

"I promised you that we would meet again." He smiles and I can only exhale in complete shock. Of course, his promise. How could I have forgotten that.

"And that was the easiest way." He shrugs, and indeed Zaret manages to make it seem like his behavior is the only logical conclusion. But it's not. So I playfully slap him on the side. Apparently hit a wounded spot. He gasps softly, and despite that pain-drenched tone, Zaret's smile widens. And that grin seems so genuine again. So unspeakably contagious. But instead of giving in to the corners of my twitching mouth, I want to smack him again .

I don't want to be happy right now. I don't want to give in to appearances. I want Zaret to see the gravity of the situation. That he sees what his imprisonment means. As of today, Zaret is no longer in his kingdom, but in Xerxes. And this very realm is damn dark - it's packed with suffering and torment. And paradoxical as it is, that drives me crazy. I want to lash out. Would like to displace and at the same time reduce everything to rubble. I would like to say that pure anger awakens these feelings in me. But that would be a lie. It's despair. A deep and irrepressible despair. And so I want to channel some of that through this punch. But even as my hand lands on Zaret's waist, he grabs my forearm. Another gasp sounds from him.

"Not so rough," he ground out, and just the vibration of Zaret's chest must have made my heart soar. It feels nice to have him so close to me. So nice and yet infinitely wrong.

"That's what the right person says." I become quieter. With every word. I suddenly realize that this could possibly be the last carefree conversation. Yes, Zaret can defy many. And yes, he can make me feel normal "But for how much longer? When will Zaret's power be exhausted? Tomorrow. In a week. Anything is possible."

"You could escape," I whisper, and while I didn't even know the thought was on my mind, it doesn't feel wrong to say it. I'm not even scared that I'm giving Zaret this opportunity. But instead of replying, Zaret burst out laughing and shook his head, "Sure, I'll fight all the guards and climb the castle walls." He's still holding my face tightly. Makes me feel a security that isn't there yet is so strong that even my racing pulse calms down a bit.

"You're giving me a little too much credit," Zaret whispers, and despite his lowered voice, thunder rumbles over me. Makes me really vibrate. But the conversation is too important to lose myself in. Because Zaret is right. However, it doesn't have to work that way. Not if I sacrifice myself for it.

Never again feel this miserable loneliness and become like him. And the worst thing is that I can't stop it - I don't want to. Xerxes wants my ghost? He can have that. I just don't care. But what I care about is Zaret's death. There are these opposites again that Zaret awakens in me. I never really want to see him again and yet it would destroy me if he died. The thin line between hate and affection. Between Destruction and Hope. I never really want to see him again and yet it would destroy me if he died. The thin line between hate and affection. Between Destruction and Hope. I never really want to see him again and yet it would destroy me if he died. The thin line between hate and affection. Between Destruction and Hope.

But Zaret just smiles. Moves his hand to my chin and pushes it up a bit so that I have to lift my head. As a result, Zaret and I are even closer. He would only have to bend down a bit and his lips would be on mine. And as if he heard my thoughts, Zaret leans down a little further. But don't take your eyes off me for a second.

"I'm not going to run, little Kalota," he murmurs, removing the remaining space between us, smothering my protest with a single gentle touch of a kiss.

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And despite the roughness of his lips, Zaret manages to put his mouth on mine almost tenderly. It's paradoxical, but in that simple touch there's an auspicious promise of more intimacy. And it is this promise that sends small waves through my body that go straight to my lap. My abdomen is throbbing. Literally screams for more and the desire seems to eat its way through my bloodstream. God, I have to pull myself together not to jump at Zaret. But something is holding me back. And that's the fact that he knows exactly what he's doing. Zaret wants to shut me up. And despite that knowledge, I'm briefly tempted to give him this win. Damn, why is he so good at kissing? Alone as his tongue pokes at mine, playfully forcing me to submit makes me sigh comfortably. But I should stay strong. After all, this isn't a conversation that can be postponed until tomorrow, so I put my hands on his chest and want to push him away. At least that's the plan. But just hearing his calm heartbeat under his strong chest makes me pause for a moment. How can he seem so calm? Shouldn't the throbbing under the chest at least show that Zaret is also tense? But none of that is given. As if we weren't in the dungeon, but just with me in the hut. But even if I want to devote myself to such a beautiful appearance, I push Zaret a little away from me. so I put my hands on his chest and want to push him away. At least that's the plan. But just hearing his calm heartbeat under his strong chest makes me pause for a moment. How can he seem so calm? Shouldn't the throbbing under the chest at least show that Zaret is also tense? But none of that is given. As if we weren't in the dungeon, but just with me in the hut. But even if I want to devote myself to such a beautiful appearance, I push Zaret a little away from me. so I put my hands on his chest and want to push him away. At least that's the plan. But just hearing his calm heartbeat under his strong chest makes me pause for a moment. How can he seem so calm? Shouldn't the throbbing under the chest at least show that Zaret is also tense? But none of that is given. As if we weren't in the dungeon, but just with me in the hut. But even if I want to devote myself to such a beautiful appearance, I push Zaret a little away from me. As if we weren't in the dungeon, but just with me in the hut. But even if I want to devote myself to such a beautiful appearance, I push Zaret a little away from me. As if we weren't in the dungeon, but just with me in the hut. But even if I want to devote myself to such a beautiful appearance, I push Zaret a little away from me.

"Wait." The word leaves my lips breathlessly. Even in it you can hear my desire. How everything in me longs to feel his hands on me. Even Zaret seems to realize that my resistance to his touch is only half-hearted. His Lips forgive themselves in a smile and just to make me falter even more in my decision he ducks his hand under Xerxe's cloak, brushing his fingers light as a feather across my stomach and just that touch burns through me, damn it, I should but meanwhile be stronger!

"What should I wait for, Kalota?" Zaret breathes, letting hot breath lash out at me. Seductively, it brushes the back of my neck and I close my eyes. I want to concentrate. It doesn't work. Zaret creates a fog in my head. And this one Getting fatter With every damn touch With every breath.

"We..." I take a deep breath. I can smell Zarets. The heavy sulfur mixed with the tart note. It had stoked fear in me then. Made me hate. And now? pulse that makes me dizzy. My hands are still on Zaret's chest and I claw at the light fabric of his shirt. "We'd better come up with a plan." That's very well put. It's a miracle that I'm even able to speak correct sentences.

Zaret chuckles and wraps his hand around my waist. It strikes me again what paws this man has. My goodness, he could probably just position me however he pleases. Take what and how you want it. Again a pleasurable pulling in my abdomen.

"I have a plan," he whispers, biting my lower lip lightly. Pulls on it, teeth digging a little too hard into my skin. The slight pain makes me gasp. One that sounds more pleasurable than Zaret's stop animated.

He snorts in amusement, but finally Zaret moves away a bit. Not far. But at least I can look into his eyes. "And that would be?" My mouth goes dry. Just looking at Zaret makes my heart beat in my throat. The brown eyes shine dangerously. Really dangerous. I should be scared Grimaces. But this time there's something else blazing under the brown. Hunger. Zaret looks like he just wants to eat me. And that expression gives me goosebumps. One that comes from panic or pure desire. I can I can't even appreciate the feelings Zaret arouses in me, only that they are damn strong.

But Zaret does not answer immediately. Instead, he forces me further into his cell. Further away from the door. "Guess," he mutters and grabs my waist even tighter. It seems as if Zaret wants to stop me from escaping. But I don't want to run away. I wouldn't interrupt this moment for any money in the world. But I also seem to be speaking Impossible. There's a lump in my throat and it doesn't get better when Zaret corners me. Now I'm really wedged in. Behind me the wall. In front of me the man from Berg.

"You want to teach me how to fly," I choke out, and Zaret's eyes light up with amusement. He's probably pleased that I remember the conversation in the hut. When he told me that I don't know, how real sex works.

Zaret smiles and grabs a strand of my hair. Wraps it around his finger and pulls on it. Forced by having to stand on tiptoe. "It wouldn't be a good place for this, don't you think?" Bittersweet, the words leave Zaret's mouth. Put a damper on me and make my heart go wild. God, there's such a sweet promise in what's been said that it makes me nervous , which drives me almost insane. Automatically, I open my lips a little. I give Zarets a wordless invitation to finally end this conversation. But all I do with it is that his gaze drops briefly and the hunger in his eyes only a little has a stronger effect. Nothing else happens. Zaret makes me flounder. that desire eats me up and probably robs me of any proper thought. So I clear my throat again. Somehow I want to strengthen my voice. I notice that Zaret dominates the conversation. Apparently he doesn't even need to make much physical contact to be able to guide my thinking. Gone is the urge to talk about his escape. There is only the need to use this moment properly.

"I don't think there would be a better place for it." That's true. At least kind of. I don't think it matters where we are. Zaret has draped his veil over me, thicker than anything I've ever known "Xerxes? Platura? Only shadows in my head, which are getting weaker and weaker.

"Hm," Zaret mutters softly and leans forward slightly. Lets his lips float over my skin without actually touching me. I only hear the warmth. But that's all it takes. If he doesn't act immediately, I'll probably die a heart attack. My pulse is racing like adrenaline is rushing through me. And just to increase its effect on me even more, Zaret lets go of my waist. Slowly dipping his fingers deeper and I exhale shakily. Hear every faint scratching of his calluses How these make me vibrate formally.

"Zaret," I choke out and he bites my cheek lightly. Makes me feel a promising mixture of pain and pleasure. A moan wants to press down my throat and I can hardly suppress it. God, he doesn't get me yet once properly and still my body wants to make sounds that would actually be completely inappropriate.

Zaret is of course pleased with my reaction. He grunts contentedly and brushes his lips up to my ear. Makes me hear the heavy breathing "You sound really cute when you're trying to keep your composure." The thunder rumbles softly over me and I gasp. Just the bass in the voice makes my nipples clench painfully. And finally Zaret arrives Fingertip my pubic bone. Immediately I stretch my pelvis towards him. I want him to touch my so sensitive spot. But Zaret does not fulfill my unspoken request. He slides his fingers along my labia.

"Please don't play with me," I whisper, tilting my head slightly in the direction of his face. And as much as I'm caught up in the situation, I mean that statement seriously. I wouldn't take another rejection from Zaret. Then I really would Then the flames inside me would blaze even harder and within a second everything inside me would crumble to ashes. A big risk, which I'm taking right now. But that's okay. I'm willing to give Zaret this power over me.

And now his eyes no longer shine with amusement. He looks at me rather thoughtfully as his fingers wander back over my labia. But Zaret is still using too little strength to quench my craving. Rather, he enlarges it. "Don't worry, little Kalota." Zaret looks me over again. Must recognize the blue and red marks of his last beating attack. "Today I'm going to play a different game with you," he whispers and while Zaret is still talking, his finger slides through mine Labia. Makes its way all the way to my clit and when that very one is touched I can't hold back the moan lurking in my throat. It presses hard over my throat and from now on, I'm really putty in Zaret's hands. i belong to him with body and soul.