She tried to straighten her spine, pushing back the fluttering warmth in her belly. "I... I am the Elder. I serve the village. I am not... I will not—"
"Ah, so the Elder speaks," Julian interrupted, "but Erica is trembling. Two won in one body... and which one will I unravel first?"
Erica’s chest tightened. The Elder wanted to turn away, to gather the shards of dignity—but Erica arched slightly, betraying the pull she couldn’t deny.
"Stop... you shouldn’t—" she gasped, though the words were more Erica than Elder. She closed her eyes for a mont, trying to steel herself, and when she opened them, Julian’s smirk dared her again.
"See?" he murmured, his eyes tracing the line of her spine, as if his gaze alone could caress her skin. "The Elder wants to be untouched, unshaken... but Erica wants to burn. She’s panting, trembling, and I haven’t even touched her yet."
A flush spread across her neck, creeping slow and venomous to her chest. The Elder fought back: "I am not... I do not... you will not—"
"Shh," Julian cut through her denial with a whisper. "Let Erica speak. Let her confess what the Elder hides. Let them both feel ."
The inner battle raged visibly in her posture: shoulders tensing, then relaxing; breaths quickening then calming. Julian could see it clearly, and it made his grin widen. He didn’t need to touch her yet—her own body was betraying her, splitting into the two conflicting selves.
"Elder," he whispered low, "control your Erica... if you can."
She flinched at the sound of her na, the fragile wall inside her cracking. "I... I—" The Elder tried to assert dominance, but Erica’s desire surged, and her whisper broke free: "I... I want..."
Julian’s eyes glittered, savoring the fracture he had forced open. "Ah. That’s what I thought. Erica can’t stay silent. And the Elder... she’s realizing it, isn’t she?"
Her hands fell to her thighs, caressing the heat without realizing. "I... I am the Elder... I am—"
"Admit it," Julian interrupted, his grin wicked. "Say it. Tell how badly you want ."
Her breath hitched and sothing inside her snapped. The Elder tensed, trying to retreat into discipline—but Erica exploded past it.
"I want you! Fuck , Julian! Fuck ! I’m so wet for you—I... I can’t... I—"
Julian’s grin widened, the sound of her confession a drug to him. He placed a hand behind her waist, close enough to feel her ass.
"Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?" he purred, voice thick with satisfaction. "Erica spilling herself, begging like a filthy little slut while the Elder tries to stay upright? Gods, you’ve been hiding this from everyone... and I get to watch you lt for ."
Her back arched involuntarily, her dress slipping slightly as her confession continued. "I... I can’t... I want it... I want you inside ! I’ve been hiding it... hiding ... but I can’t... I need it... I need you!"
Julian’s fingers now ghosted along her thighs, brushing over the fabric but not yet plunging further. "You’re dripping, aren’t you? All this discipline, all this Elder nonsense, and you’re soaking for . Say it again."
"I... I’m wet! I’m dripping! I want your cock inside ! I’m... I’m yours! Fuck , Julian! Please—please!"
He laughed low, watching her tremble. "That’s right," he murmured. "Say it all. Admit it. You’re mine tonight, every part of you... the obedient Elder and the filthy little Erica."
Her moans mixed with gasps, her arousal spiking to peak as the tension finally broke, leaving only raw, lewd desire. She had surrendered, and Julian’s grin promised that he would exploit every ounce of it.
He stepped fully in front of her, his eyes roaming over her hungrily.
"Stand," he commanded.
The Elder froze for a heartbeat, but the pull of desire was too strong. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she rose.
"Good," Julian nodded. "Now... turn around."
Her body stiffened, but she obeyed, her head low, her breaths shallow and trembling. When she faced away from him, he could see every subtle movent—the faint tremor running through her arms, the shiver in her legs and every tiny twitch betraying the storm within her.
"Now lean forward. Hands on the chair."
She froze for a mont, caught in the intoxicating pull of his command. Slowly, she bent inch by an inch, her body now moving against her will. Her hands reached for the armrests, fingers curling tightly around the polished wood.
The position caused her hips to tilt, the fabric of her dress slipping further to reveal the smooth curve of her lower back. A delicious shiver ran through her as the heat between her thighs spread, her body aching under the hungry gaze of Julian.
His hand glided down the arc of her spine, making her shiver before his grip tightened painfully on her hips.
"Fuck... look at you," he breathed against her ear. "The Elder of the village, bent like a bitch waiting to be bred."
"Mmhh...." A strangled moan slipped out before she bit her lip to choke it back. "Don’t—don’t call —"
"Shut up," Julian cut her off, his one hand yanking her dress aside to reveal the naked curve of her ass. He then pressed his bulge into the softness of her flesh, letting her feel how thick he was.
"Listen to you," he murmured. "All those little sounds. You’re not Elder right now—you’re Erica. My slut. My fucktoy."
Her nails dug deeper into the chair, the wood creaking under her grip.
"Gods—Rael..." she whimpered, her voice rising each second.
Then, suddenly, without any words, he pulled back. The air rushed into her lungs and she finally took a breath of relief. Slowly, she turned her head around and their eyes t for a brief mont. Julian was standing tall, his hands working with the belt around his waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he loosened it and shoved his trousers down.
"You know what’s coming, don’t you?" he murmured, his smirk sharp enough to cut.
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