[Every sense feels lit up, superhuman —— when he turns his head at the sound of her getting out of the water, he feels monstrous, bigger than he is. His control over Ifrit feels tenuous at best, and he paces his room, door open, wondering if he should just leave.
Go to her and fuck her right, says the beast, and Clive takes four steps back to the door.
She doesn’t want him.
He forces himself back to his bed, where he sits, the tent in his trousers perilously obvious.]
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Go to her and fuck her right, says the beast, and Clive takes four steps back to the door.
She doesn’t want him.
He forces himself back to his bed, where he sits, the tent in his trousers perilously obvious.]