Silvia froze, her entire body trembling, her wide hazel eyes fixed on the glowing sphere, terror etched into every line of her face.
"All of this power," Lor murmured, his voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade, "all of it is yours."
He leaned back in his chair, watching her with cold amusent, the crystal glowing dangerously in his hand.
"You know what happens if I give it back to you. So much power cramd into your body all at once... you’d explode. Pieces of you scattered like ash.. But i wonder... Will you feel pleasure or pain before you burst open."
Her face paled, her naked body trembling on her knees, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Her hazel eyes stared at the orb, wide with horror, her lips forming a soundless word.
"...Monster."
Lor only smirked, spinning the glowing crystal lazily in his fingers, its light dancing across his face.
"You can lie to again if you want. That’s your choice. But..." He tilted the orb toward her, watching her pupils dilate as the pink light reflected in her eyes.
"...are you willing to take the risk of being found out? Because I’ll tell you now, Silvia—I’m rciless."
Her lips parted, trembling, her breath shaky and uneven.
Then, a spark of defiance flickered in her gaze, and she forced a smirk, her voice husky, laced with a dangerous edge.
"You’re bluffing."
Lor’s smirk didn’t falter, his eyes narrowing with cold amusent. "And why would you think that?"
Her voice dropped lower, dripping with poison and seduction, a witch’s allure woven into every word. "Because you like ."
The words caught him off guard, a flicker of surprise breaking through his control.
"What the hell do you an by that?" His grip on the orb tightened, his jaw clenching as he leaned closer, searching her face.
Silvia let her knees spread wider, her breasts swaying as she shifted forward, her naked body a deliberate provocation.
She leaned in until her face was level with his cock, the slick, glistening length still heavy with their cum.
Her voice was a whisper, thick with intent, each word a calculated caress.
"I’ve noticed. You think I don’t? The way you tried to peek under my skirt during lessons, your eyes lingering when my blouse slipped just a little too low. How you got possessive when Toren put his greasy hands on in front of everyone, his fingers brushing my arm like he had any right." Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips, her hazel eyes holding his with a predatory intensity.
"You’ve wanted all along. Not just the ritual gas. . My curves. My body."
Lor’s grip on the orb tightened further, his knuckles whitening, his cock twitching despite himself, betraying the truth her words struck.
His jaw clenched harder, but he didn’t look away, his eyes locked on hers, searching for the ga behind her seduction.
She tilted her head, her smirk growing, not the clumsy teacher’s smile but the sly, dangerous grin of a predator who knew her prey.
"And now you’ve got . All of . I can be your secret, Lor. Your hidden indulgence." Her voice dropped to a sultry purr, her hand ghosting up his thigh, nails tracing lightly through the fabric of his trousers, sending a shiver through him.
"I’ll pleasure you in ways you’ve never imagined. My tits, my mouth, my holes—they all belong to you now."
Her fingers brushed higher, teasingly close to his cock, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned closer, her breasts swaying, nipples grazing the air.
"You don’t want to destroy . You want to use ."
For a heartbeat, the silence burned hot, the air crackling with the tension between them.
Lor’s cock throbbed, his body responding to her words, her touch, despite the cold calculation in his mind.
Her seduction was a weapon, sharp and precise, and it was working—almost.
He grinned bitterly, leaning closer, his face inches from hers, making her freeze.
"That’s a tempting offer," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "but I still want to know who you are."
The pink glow of the orb lit up her tense face, her smirk faltering as she realized he wasn’t bending.
"Lor..." she whispered, her voice trembling, the seductive mask slipping.
He shook his head slowly, the orb thrumming louder, its hum vibrating through the floor like a heartbeat.
"I don’t care how many tis you try to distract with your tits or your ass. Who are you, Silvia?" His voice was calm but unyielding, a quiet threat woven into every syllable.
Her hazel eyes burned with frustration, her hands curling into fists against her thighs, nails digging into her own skin.
The seductive facade cracked, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath.
"Gods damn you..." she muttered, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and resignation.
Lor leaned back in his chair, smirking, twirling the orb lazily in his palm as if it weren’t holding her life hostage.
"Argue all you want. I’m patient. I’ll drain every last drop from you until you’re nothing but dust on this floor if you keep testing ."
Her chest heaved, her breasts bouncing with each ragged breath, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
Her eyes darted to the orb, then back to him, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his threat.
Finally, she slamd her fist against the floor, the crack echoing sharply in the room.
"Fine!" Her voice was sharp, desperate, breaking under the pressure.
"But if you find out..." she continued, her voice dropping to a trembling whisper, "...keep it from Kiara."
Lor raised an eyebrow, his smirk faltering for a mont, curiosity piqued. "I’ll decide that when I hear it."
Silvia’s lips trembled, the last wall of her defiance crumbling as her hazel eyes t his, wet with sha and resignation. "...I’m her aunt."
Lor blinked, the words hitting him like a physical blow, hanging in the air like a blade poised to fall. "...What?"
Her shoulders slumped, her body trembling as if the confession had burned her from the inside out.
"Kiara’s mother... is my sister. I’m her blood. Her aunt." Her voice cracked, raw and broken, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she couldn’t bear to see his reaction.
"The one who was supposed to burn at the bonfire instead of her, but didn’t."
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