I sit on the edge of the bed and tug her into position.SoonIhave her standing between my thighs, facing me.I’mso much taller than her that we’re nearly eye-to-eye, even with me sitting and her standing.
“Now,”Itell her.“We’regetting to the bottom of this.”
“What?”Sheshakes her head, looking at me uncertainly.“Idon’t understand—can’t you just fuck me?”
Her soft words make my balls go tight, butIshake my head firmly.
“No.I’dno more fuck you while you’re under a curse thanI’dtake advantage of you when you’d had too much wine.”
This is one of the core principles thatKlinehammered into my thick skull—a woman can’t consent unless she’s in her right mind and the curvy little priestess before me is mostcertainlynot in her right mind.
“But,Theron…” she moans and squeezes her thighs together.Ican see the sharp little points of her nipples pressing against the thin white fabric of her robe and her scent is teasing my nose—heavy and sweet with feminine desire.Itmakes my cock so hard it aches, butIwon’t deviate from whatIwas taught.
A male who rapes is a male without honor,IhearKline’svoice saying in my head.That’snot howI’mraising you, boy.Younever touch a woman in anger, and you never take her against her will!
I’m glad for those strong values now because her sweet scent and the way her pupils are blown wide with lust until the sky blue is nothing but a thin ring around dark wells of need is making me half crazy.I’venever been with a woman who so obviously needed to be fucked…and yet been absolutely certain thatIcan’tfuck her.
But whatcanIdo?Ihave to help her somehow—it’s clear ifIdon’t the curse on her will have some kind of lasting detrimental effect.Somecurses can even kill you if you don’t give in to them.
So, we have to find a way to satisfy the malignant magic without swelling her belly or changing the color of her eyes.Thequestion is, how?
“Tell me the poem again—the curse,Imean,”Isay.“Doesit say youhaveto get fucked to end it?”
“I…Idon’t know.”Sheshakes her head as though she’s trying to clear her mind.“Letme think…”
She takes a deep breath and recites again.
“A fire shall burn you, fierce and wild
No longer maidens—soon with child!
Seek the roughest male you can find
Beg him to take you—fuck you blind.
You’ll crave his touch, you’ll need his hands
You’ll beg his tongue to meet demands
No prayer will grant you sweet release
Until at last your hunger’s ceased.”
“Stop right there,”Isay to her.“Itsays you have to seek the roughest male you can—which, by the way, thanks a lot.”
She seems about to say something, butIcontinue.
“But then it says you’ll ‘crave his touch and need his hands.’And‘beg his tongue to meet demands.’”
“Yes…so?”she shifts from foot to foot impatiently, squeezing her thighs together.“Please,Theron,I…I’min trouble.Ineed…”
“I know what you need, little one,”Isay sternly.“Justtrying to figure out how to give it to you without changing the color of your eyes or planting a baby in your belly.”
“But it saysIhave to beg you to fuck me!”she protests.
“Yes, but it also says that ‘no prayer will grant you sweet release until at last your hunger’s ceased,’”Ipoint out.“Andit talks about needing my hands and tongue—which makes me think maybeIcould just go down on you instead of fucking you.”
She frowns.
