"Don't fight it. Just let the sleep overtake you."
The waves of healing slumber were alluring, and Satoshi found himself obeying Krad's admonitions. Just... sleep…
"That's right, Satoshi-sama. Let the magic fill you. Don't struggle."
Satoshi felt his body float away as he sank into the comfort of the soothing flow. He drifted, peaceful at last.
"Mmm…"
"Satoshi-sama. Isn't this pleasant?"
Satoshi smiled in his sleep and murmured in drowsy pleasure. Everything was so soft and feather-light and warm…
Krad could tell just by touching the boy that he had utterly succumbed to the temptations of the magic. He was filled with it. Even his breath, as he exhaled into Krad's hair, was soft and swirling with the sweet, thick honey of enchantment. His skin was warm and buzzed slightly with the euphoric drug that coursed underneath. He was completely given over to it.
"How beautiful." He lifted the boy, ever so gently, and carried him to a drift of downy feathers that lay thick and deep as mountain snow, placing him carefully among them. "A bed of feathers for you." Satoshi sank slowly into the softness, caressed by the warm and the overpowering familiarity of the gentle scent that wafted from the bed of down.