And her name is…

Offering him the roll… It is an absolutely impulsive thought, that I fully expect him to refuse, but he reaches his hand through the bars and gestures for me to toss it to him. I oblige and, right in front of me, he takes a big bite.

I need to refrain from open-mouthed gaping at him. He is making this too easy. There was no ‘building a tolerance’ for Sioga goods, as my mother had well warned me, and someone who’s had a special berry a thousand times can have one and have it feel like the first. His tainted mind would mean he was less likely to notice I wasn’t as high as usual, and probably not notice a little siphoning if I could manage it.

“What are you staring at?” He asks when the bun is gone.

To stall, I lick my lips before pulling my eyes away rom staring at his mouth and cover my cheeks in a fake blush. “You have a little something..” I point to the corner of his mouth and look away.

He wipes the residue with his fingers and licks it. Even just a few of those berries is enough to make me shiver at the way he maintains eye contact as he does it. His pupils widen and I wonder if he tastes the juice from the berries I soaked into the bread. It was so thick and the nut spread tastes so strongly that it seemed worth the risk if he’d eat it. My eyes wander down and I note the bulge in his pants and blush for real.

He starts to adjust his pants around the lump but seems to get a devilish idea. “Did you want your shower today?”

I nod lazily and stand with my tray, ready for him to unlock the cell. He stands from his seat and I reach out with my magic to take just a little as he stands, with the light-headedness, so he won’t notice. As the door swings open, I start walking to place the tray on the only table in the room, by the door to leave, and he doesn’t even follow me to pretend he’s scared I’ll run.

Wulfric goes to the shower and turns the water on, waiting for me to join him on the other side of the room. My steps are oddly spaced as I try walk normal, but not too normally, and I get so distracted by it that I slip and fall into him, forcing him to catch me. Perfect.

“I’m s.. I’m sorry,” I blabber out, trying to regain my footing for real.

He doesn’t let me go and I try to ask what he’s doing when he grips my throat tightly. Then his other hand is running along my side, pulling gently at fabric as he trails his fingers up. I feel fingers graze the side of my chest and I shiver, wondering how far I’m willing to take this ruse. Our eyes are locked, his are a dark blue colour but darker than Kheliq’s are purple. After his hand pauses for a moment beside my breast his thumb rubs over the side of the mound tenderly and I amsurethe berry juice I added to the bread was worth what I had to eat.

He stands me up, his face flushed with lust but he shoves me toward the shower. “Wash the blood off, you smell like death,” he mutters and I stumble under the water in my clothes, making them stick to my too thin frame revealingly.

It is a struggle to get the shirt off once its wet and then I slide my pants down in another battle with my clothing. The water is warm but walks the boarder of being cold, and I shiver as I scrub at my scalp with my nails. I close my eyes as the water washes over my face and can’t help but moan languidly, letting my hands run down my body over my chest binding and underwear. My goal is to have him believe I’m high enough to forget he’s here so I can siphon energy from him whenever I graze a sensitive area on my body and make him believe he’s getting weak for me.

When I open my eyes I gasp to see him touching his length through his pants and try not to smirk.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters but it is as firm of a demand as it can be.

I get the soap from a shelf built into the wall at the back of the shower and start to clean myself, letting my eyes drift closed again. I’m not high enough to be quite that aware of him and how he’s looking at me. My hands with the soap slide under my remaining clothes as I wash the skin there. I will only remove what I have left on when it is the very last step to rinse off. While rinsing my hair, my hands stretch above my head and I yelp when I feel a hand grab both my wrists.

Wulfric is standing over me, preventing me from moving away and my breath catches in my throat. His finger presses to my lips to silence me before I can speak and then he slides his hand inside my top. I feel his fingers first graze one of my nipples and then the other, and so much heat races to my face and chest that I would have fallen from the head rush if he wasn’t holding me up.

He pulls the ties that wrap around my chest for the binding and as they unspool from around me. Next, his hand moves to my underwear, untying the ties on the sides one at a time. I flinch, trying to cover my body with my arms but his hold is too firm for me to escape, letting his eyes wander up and down my body.

I know I must look sickly. The last time I had seen myself in a mirror I had only been here a year and I looked damaged. This is where I could lose my hold on him. If he sees me and he is disgusted this whole thing is over.

I watch his face as he looks me over but when his eyes meet mine I turn away, looking down with shame. I feel his calloused fingers grab my chin and turn my face back to his slowly. I want to look away and move just my eye if I can’t move my face, but he adjusts my face to put him in my line of sight again.

“Why won’t you look at me, little mouse?” He rasps and the direct question surprises me, but not beyond a response.

I shake my head as much as I can in refusal but his fingers tighten on my chin and I bite out, “I’m waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

“For the end of the cane.” He know what I mean; waiting for the beating after being presented with support.

He snarls, “Kheliq is the one that likes to beat women.”

“That’s true,” I look up to him with big eyes. “You’ve never been a part of that. You’ve never…”

“Tell me!” He demands.

“Touched me… before.”

He looks to where he is touching me like he didn’t considered this our first time making contact. Of course he wouldn’t, that’s why I bother to bring it up. I wanted this moment to sink into his memories and linger in the back of his mind, even if it’s distant.

He doesn’t release me, instead holding me tighter like pain will compensate for his earlier gentleness as he considers. I realize I’ve said the wrong words as understanding crosses his face for a moment.

He glares at me. “The sweetness in the bread… you slipped me some of the berry juice.”

I squeeze my legs together briefly, praying to a deity I don’t believe in that I can get him to lose his rational mind again. “I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say meekly, looking up at him through my lashes.

As he stares at me I watch his pupils dilate and a ragged breath leaves my throat. He groans, moving his hand between my legs to make my gasp. His foot kicks my legs apart and his fingers find their way inside me, giving me a sensation my body has been craving for years but I refused to give it with eyes on me.

My eyes glance down to where he is struggling inside his pants but he just chuckles. “This not enough for you mouse?”

He leans over to bite the side of my arm and I yelp in pain, but he warns me to be quiet before doing it again. I expect to fake an orgasm but the sensitively in my skin from the berries and my head swimming from the bread has me tipping over the edge before I’ve noticed it approaching.

Wulfric chuckles at my twitching body, pulling his hand away and licking his fingers. He seems surprised at what he tastes there, his eyes opening widely and he finishes licking them clean. The reaction is almost instant as he looks more… awake. He’s a second behind me as he realizes that my slick has the same life giving affect as my blood.

I watch him look down at my crotch, like he is considering going in for more but shakes his head.

Got him.

“Wash up,” he demands pushing me rather gently back into the water.

His clothes are damp from being too close to the water’s spray but he walks back to his chair, looking at his hand like he’s just discovered what star light tastes like. I catch him trying to hide licking his hand again but I see it anyway and smirk. From his expression he doesn’t drink the blood they take often, if ever, and is now feeling the high of life. That it came from my sexual release gives me hope that I’ve caught him in my snare.

I finish rinsing off and stand to the side. I’m not allowed to touch any of the fixtures since the day I rusted a lock and rot a door. After a minute he realizes what he’s missing and turns it off before throwing a towel at me. I wrap it around my body and go to the shelf to grab another set of clothes while putting the old ones in the bin.

Back in my cell I hear the door close behind me and latch loudly. I turn in time to see him heading for the door andknowI need to say something, anything, first.

“Thank you Wulfric,” I say softly, “for not letting me fall,” I continue without pausing.

He doesn’t nod as he leaves, locking the wooden door behind him before the guards have even returned. I get dressed in a new set of the clothes, red like the rest so my blood doesn’t stain them, in complete silence. It’s been years since this room wasn’t filled the breathing and sounds of life from at least a half dozen other people. It’s peaceful.

I dress quickly, laying the towel over a bar in the front of my cell and head to bed, my body feeling more relaxed than it had since I got here. My stomach feels full and life energy thrums inside me softly instead of feeling starved and distant. Wulfric would be my wayforsure, but with the look he gave me today, I almost feel guilt, but I might be able to leave a ticking time bomb behind for the Sun Rise court.