Every night he stared at the ceiling of the small room he had been given, until sleep claimed him, mere hours before a nightmare getting him up or the sudden arrival of the guards coming to escort him to that Arcanist, dragging him out of his bed … yet this time was largely different, the heat of a body tangled with his own and clung to him, the scent of a woman and her soft skin, sensations he had almost forgotten, coming back to him, tickling his senses and awakening his appetites

Instinctively, he threw his arm around her and pulled her even closer to him, buried his face in her hair and inhaled her smell, Maker be praised, it was real … she was real…his whole body tensed, he grabbed the woman's throat which the darkness prevented him from distinguishing her features, she let out a small surprised scream, and he released his grip on her throat, especially after his arm came into contact with what seemed to be her bare bust.

If she wanted you dead she would not have waited for you to wake up and would probably not be fucking naked. the sound of their jerky breaths filled the room, none of them dared to speak, he remained stood over her, before trying his luck by grabbing one of her breasts, she had undressed for a reason after all, Samson heard the most erotic sound emanating from his surprise guest, he groaned and threw himself on the offered body laying in his bed, feeling every curve with his hands, ravishing what his mouth could not reach, excited as he had never been, soon he wanted more, with a trembling hand he grasped his erection and guided himself into her welcoming warmth. He went in too early and came too soon,withdrew after a few hard thrusts, caring only for his own pleasure, his partner didn't seem to complain, if this were the case, she said nothing. her moans and screams could have indicated pain as well as pleasure his pride made him choose the later.

When she finally moved to leave the bed he grabbed her

"Not so fast! »He tightened his fingers around her arm, slim but muscular, she ignored him and bent to pick up the clothes she had probably left beside the bed, he shook her twice as if to say" Hey, I'm talking to you! »

"You're not going anywhere before telling me who you are! … Do you hea…"

He didn't fully understand what happened, but he found himself under her, a knife pressed to his throat.

With her other hand, the mysterious woman seized his, put it on her cheek, that crazy bitch! Does she want to cuddle? No, she guided his fingers to her ear, it took him a few seconds to realize what she wanted to say, she was an elf, if he chose not to let her go,he would have no chance against her, … because, unlike him, she was able to see in the dark, he fell on the mattress -a sign of capitulation-, swearing and cursing, he heard her laugh and then get dressed before leaving in the dark of the night.