My body heaved, my breasts jiggling and my belly piercing slapping against my flesh as the chain swung. The other group of guards, large, marched towards the ballroom where the music stopped. “Not much time.”
“In my pouch,” Minx said, not lifting her head from her task, her metallic-red hair pressed against the metal of the Vault’s door, “are clay jars. And swiftly. Her black wings threw wide as she stared at me. She threw another rich man to the side. I barely put up my defenses. He spun, clattering to the floor. “Chamomile powder. I shuddered, my body trembling. My fingers unbelted my robe. My pussy clamped down hard on her nipple. A hungry purr rose from her throat. Had the Doge’s guards captured Xera and Minx sneaking to the Great Vault? “Don’t breathe it,” a second man growled. Relaria’s music played louder, thrumming through the room, an erotic beat playing just for me, matching the rhythm of my excited body. The Magery Council would call me a warlock for this act. She was the most dangerous.
