Disclaimer.
J.K Rowling went out one day so I took her characters out to play.
We ran around, they laughed with glee,
All this fun and she works for free!
To Sirius Black-Gr, Mark Darcy and T – thank you for your reviews – Snape continues to be a git to the students but his other side (he has many sides like a North American stop sign.) has not yet been revealed- oops saying too much!
To all my friends in Canada – a belated Happy Thanksgiving- cooking turkey and all the goodies made posting late.
Finally, in the vein of Thanksgiving – Canadian, US, British, anywhere – we should give thanks for the blessings of all the good things we have around us. With all the disasters that have befallen our world this year, regardless of our spiritual or religious bent, we need to tell the people we love how we feel, we need to be charitable, we need to prioritize our agenda's. Life is short but one moment of generosity can be infinite in its results.
There is a scene at the end of this chapter which has been seriously edited for this site. It is written in full at AFF if you would like to read it.
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Harry was being helped into the intricate harness required to hold all of the accoutrements of flying in a modern supersonic military jet. The smile still had not left his face.
"Prof….I mean Ma'am, can I take a picture, you know, to show my friends?" he asked her.
Phaelan looked over at the Master Chief in charge, "Chief, what are the regs regarding photographs by civilian visitors?"
The veteran sailor stroked his chin, "Well, we don't like any close ups of the weapons or onboard instrumentation but if you want one or two showing your kit or maybe climbing into the craft….I think we can accommodate."
"Brilliant!" Harry beamed, "I have my camera. Would you mind?" he asked the Master Chief.
The older man took the old fashioned flash camera from Harry and turned it over in his hands.
"Was this your grandpappies, son? I don't reckon I've seen anything like this since I was younger than you."
Harry hadn't thought of that when the Creevey brothers asked him to get some pictures for them.
"The camera is really my friends from school. He likes to develop his own pictures." Harry told him.
"A photography club eh? Those were the days eh, Ma'am? Care free days with nothin' to worry about but homework and girls." He chuckled at his own humour.
Harry's smiled faded, "Yeah, no worries."
"Come on son, lets get a shot of you boarding." The Chief led Harry to the plane as Phaelan signed off the last of the paper work and followed.
Several pictures beside the plane, Phaelan, the chief, the crew were eating up her time.
"Eh, gentlemen, I have a schedule to keep." Phaelan finally interrupted.
"It's okay ma'am, we'll log a fifteen minute delay. You'll get your time." The chief told her as he took Harry's camera for safe keeping.
Phaelan threw a "Thanks." Over her shoulder as she clambered in. She was given clearance for immediate take off when ready. A rating gave Harry the PR spiel and Phaelan warned him about the airsickness bag.
The smile on Harry's face had returned and was still plastered there when Phaelan taxied to the take off strip.
"Okay Harry, when I tell you to, put on the oxygen mask. The only other thing I want you to do is take pictures with the onboard camera when I say so. The button is on your left arm rest." She instructed.
"Cool." he replied nodding his head.
"Have you flown before Harry?" she asked, wondering at his calm attitude.
"I had to fly with my family to a funeral in Ireland. My Uncle's brother had a business in Dublin and passed away there." He looked out the window, the smile now gone. "They couldn't find someone to look after me. Mrs. Figg had gone on holiday and there was no one else. It was before I got my letter for Hogwarts. I travelled second class and they travelled business class."
Phaelan listened to his matter of fact tone and heard the voice of another kindred soul. "Family's are not necessarily created by the bonds of shared genes Harry. A family is born of caring, sharing and compassion."
The smile tentatively returned, "I think you're right Professor. I've found more family at Hogwarts and the Order than I ever thought I would know."
Phaelan thought about what he said, "Hogwarts may be a school to teach Magic, Harry, but I think it has the same type of magic that we know as Muggles. The magic to change lives by letting us find a place to belong, to be accepted and loved for who we are."
Harry looked at the seat in front of him surprised at what his teacher/leader had revealed but he didn't have a chance to inquire further. A flurry of communication between the tower and McKenzie stopped any further musing on the subject.
"Here we go. "She announced as the plane began it's acceleration to take off.
Harry looked up through the canopy at the clouds and then back to the ground rapidly falling away. He felt the same quiver of excitement in his stomach that preceded every flight he took on his broom, the same sense of freedom that was lost when back on terra firma. The plane was still climbing and they were soon blanketed in woolly clouds. The uniform grey began to thin out to whispery white tendrils just before they broke through the cloud cover into bright sunshine and stunningly blue sky.
"Woohoo!" Harry whooped as his joyful excitement peaked. Phaelan laughed at the contrast in reaction between the youth in her plane and her previous taciturn passenger back at the school.
"Well, I can tell you that was not the reaction I got from Professor Snape when he was in that seat." She told him.
"Was he scared?" Harry asked, hoping to find a weakness in his nemesis.
Phaelan didn't want to add fuel to a banked fire and so replied, "I don't believe scared is a sentiment I would ever apply to Severus Snape at any time. Let's say he was constrained to show his excitement openly, by a guarded sense of self preservation in a new environment."
Harry smirked, "Very politically correct, ma'am."
"I told you could call me by my name when we're alone, Harry." She reminded him.
"Yeah, I'm just not used to it." He replied.
Changing the subject, Phaelan described their route. "We'll come in North of Aberdeen then fly down the loch to find the castle. The camera I had loaded today is a video camera rather than a still camera. We'll make at least two passes; maybe three if I've fuel to allow, then we'll fly back."
"When will I start the camera?" he asked.
"I'll tell you but likely we'll take some footage over the loch and continue until we pass the school grounds. I believe we have a half an hour's worth of tape." She then turned her attention to her instruments and changed course slightly.
Harry looked out over the unbroken cloud cover below them and scanned the panorama of sky around him. In the distance, he thought he saw something glint in the distance and peered in the same direction for several minutes. The shimmering object did not seem to move as the plane came closer to becoming parallel to it.
"Phaelan, do you see that shiny thing in the distance?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's called a sundog. They're very common in cold weather and it's pretty cold outside this cockpit right now. It's formed by ice crystals in the atmosphere."
Harry kept staring at it and was shocked when it moved. It floated higher then lower, finally disappearing beneath the cloud. He looked at Phaelan but she was concentrating on something on the console. He looked around again but didn't see it return. Sitting back Harry thought about what Luna had told him and mouthed a silent 'Wow' to himself.
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Koby sat on a stool in the middle of the dungeons cell block waiting. He was smaller than the average elf usually seen around Hogwarts. He was, after all, only in early adolescence. It was lonely in the dungeon but he didn't mind….much. He was an apprentice messenger elf working under his uncle's instruction. This was the first time he had been given a job to complete on his own. He watched each cell in turn to see if any foam should appear with a message. Koby was determined his vigilance would be rewarded by earning him ever more important assignments and so, took his task very seriously. Hearing a pop, he quickly turned and saw Dobby.
"Master Dumbledore says we are all to wait in the kitchens for his signal and then we can all go outside to see Harry Potter fly in the Muggle machine." Dobby told the young creature while beckoning him to come.
"But, Senior Elf Dobby, my tutor said I must look for a message in some foam. I should not leave." Koby declared.
Dobby nodded, "Yes, I understand but Master Dumbledore said there will be no foam in the cells here and you should come."
Koby hopped off his stool, "Are there other cells? Did I miss the foam?" he asked plaintively.
Dobby shook his head. "I do not know, Koby but, if there were, Master Dumbledore would know. He knows everything."
Koby nodded in agreement. "We's so lucky to work here, aren't we Senior elf Dobby?"
Dobby stood up proudly, "Only the best house elves can work at Hogwarts. Master Potter told Dobby that." And disappeared.
With a look of awe on his face, Koby followed Dobby to wait for Dumbledore's signal.
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"Okay Harry, we're making the turn for the loch now. I'm loosing altitude and airspeed as we go. Things will still be going pretty fast so don't expect to see faces and for them to see you. They know you're here. The castle wards go pretty high up but from directly above, you'll see the grounds clearly. There are no wards directly over head it appears." Phaelan instructed.
"Cool, so uhm, when do I hit the camera?" he asked.
"I'll count you down." She told him. They flew on a few more minutes following the dark water. The clouds, still high in the sky, obscured the sun. "Ten seconds," she called, "Five, four, three, two, now Harry."
Harry hit the button and watched as they came over land which morphed into the outline of the grounds surrounding Hogwarts. He could just make out people and the Quidditch pitch before Phaelan pulled up to go around again.
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"Here he comes." Someone shouted as they pointed and jumped up and down.
It appeared the entire population of the school had assembled somewhere on the grassy slopes or Quidditch pitch to watch Harry's plane pass.
Ron and Hermione had staked out the top of the slope leading to the Quidditch pitch. Ron had his arm around her shoulder holding her close as they waited for the fly past.
"Hermione, look over there, is that…are they all elves?" Ron wondered at the sight of a horde…make that a large throng of small figures milling about in one corner near the castle.
Looking over Hermione frowned, "Goodness, I've never seen so many elves all at one time. How many are there do you think?"
"One hundred forty worker elves, forty apprentice elves, twenty seven elders, thirty three elflings at last monthly census." Answered a velvety smooth voice that passed like an ice shower over the young couple. "They breed regularly."
Ron quickly dropped his arm from Hermione's shoulder, "Rrreally! Who knew!" he stuttered.
"Indeed." Snape responded blandly, "I believe I have neglected my responsibility towards you Miss Granger. Perhaps we should have a short meeting."
Hermione smiled at her bonded protector, "Oh professor, there's really no need. Ron has been a prefect gentleman. I'm fine, really."
"I had no intention of meeting with you, young lady. Your guidelines were laid out quite clearly at the outset of this courtship…absolute obedience. I meant Mr. Weasley." He turned to look at the stunned red head. "One o'clock tomorrow, my office." He turned to stride away but surreptitiously pulled his wand and pointed it at Hermione, muttering a silent charm.
Ron looked green, "What does he want now? We behaved didn't we?"
"Of course we did Ron, it's probably nothing….Listen, it's the plane." She turned her attention to the sky.
Ron moved to return his arm to her shoulder only to have it thrown off in a sudden and painful manner.
"What happened?" he asked.
Hermione looked stricken, "It's him, he's done something." She reached her hand out to touch Ron only to be pushed away. "The sod has placed an Untouchable charm on me! Oh Ron." She gasped.
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Polly stood beside Dobby and looked at the sky. "Is the Muggle machine big Dobby?" she asked.
"On yes, very big and very loud." He told her.
"Will he come close to us?" she wondered.
"No, the Muggle machine flies very, very fast and can't come close to the ground." He told her confidently.
Polly frowned in confusion, "If it can't come to the ground, how do they get onto the machine to ride?" wondered. Dobby just looked at her and shrugged.
Then they all heard it, the rumbling in the air. Suddenly, they saw the dart shaped Muggle machine appear and streak across the sky over their home. The students on the grounds began to wave and cheer. They waved their hands over their heads as the plane swooped overhead. The elves watched and followed suit. Three times the plane flew overhead and each time, the crowd on the ground acknowledged the fly past. At the end of the final pass, the plane took a steep climb and flipped upside down over the Quidditch pitch. It then did a barrel roll and climbed into the air again before finally leaving.
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahaha!" exclaimed Harry as the plane flipped and the pulled the roll. He had taken his hand off the camera and extended both over his head.
Phaelan smiled at the exuberant exclamation. That was exactly how she felt as she executed the manoeuvre.
"Time to head back Harry." She told him.
"Yeah I know. Did you see them Phaelan? Did you see them all?" he asked.
"I saw Harry but we'll see more on the video." She told him.
"When?" he asked.
"When we get back to my flat I guess." She replied.
"Cool." He responded with the smile firmly returned to his face.
They landed under the same blanket of grey sky that had seen their departure. Phaelan taxied to the marked area and followed the ground crew's instructions. It had started to rain and everything was wet. Pilot and passenger climbed out of the plane, jogging to the operations building to get out of the steady downpour.
"How'd it go son?" asked the Master Chief as Harry was being relieved of his regalia.
"It was brilliant." He replied. "You should have seen their faces back at the school."
"Your school?" the man asked.
Phaelan overheard, "Our course took us directly over the school where I work and Harry attends."
"Lucky days eh?" the man remarked. "So, you play sports son?"
Harry was distracted by the bustle around him and answered, "Yeah, I'm a seeker."
"A what?" the Master Chief asked.
"He's a Keeper, "Phaelan interjected quickly, "On the Soccer team."
Harry realizing his mistake quickly agreed. "Yeah, you gotta be fast on your feet to be a Goalkeeper.
"I'll bet." The man replied before turning and calling out. "Lieutenant Colombo we're ready."
'Chief?" Phaelan asked in confusion.
"Something special Ma'am that we started after your first visitor." He told her as a tall African American approached from a side office with something under his arm.
"Harry Potter," he spoke to the youth directly.
"Yes sir." Harry replied.
"As a souvenir of your visit and flight, the United States Naval Air Wing is honoured to present you with this certificate and official patch you can sew on your jacket. Also this pin you can wear on your lapel." The young officer passed a framed certificate, crest and enamel pin to Harry.
"Thanks, everyone. This has been a brilliant day." Harry told the small group appreciatively.
"How about another picture son?" suggested the chief grabbing a rating and thrusting the camera at her.
Harry, the ground crew, the Lieutenant and finally Phaelan formed for a re-enactment of the presentation. Harry, the chief and the Lieutenant were at the centre. Phaelan was stuck at the end.
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Draco had sat in the Slytherin section of the Quidditch pitch while Potter had taken his historic flight over Hogwarts. He had prepared himself to feel the venomous rage of jealousy creep up to choke him but when the aircraft passed overhead, he felt strangely empty. He watched the Muggle contraption pass overhead three times before making a grandiose exit from the school environs. He became aware of a body beside him but didn't acknowledge their presence.
"Do you wish it was you instead?" asked a female voice just as the plane left.
Draco pulled his gaze off of the sky and looked down at the field with a frown on his face.
"No." he finally replied. "I thought I would but I haven't the energy to be bothered." He turned and looked at Pansy who, since her restrictions had been put into effect, had become more contemplative. "Do you find that strange of me?"
Pansy looked at her hands resting on her lap. "I don't know Draco. You have changed over the past year. You..I don't know…you seem to be distancing yourself from your old likeness. I'm not sure how to explain."
Draco snorted, "You've changed too. We all have. It's called growing up."
"You're not going to take it are you?" she whispered conspiratorially.
Draco thought of pretending not to understand she was talking about the Dark Mark but that too would have taken energy. "No, I'm not." He looked at her for her reaction.
"I'm scared Draco." She told him.
"We all are Pansy," he reached over and pulled her into his arms to share the warmth of his cloak. "We need a plan. We need to survive." He kissed the top of her head before pulling her chin up to see her face. "Together." He whispered as he bent to softly kiss her lips so close to his.
Pansy looked into the blue depths of his eyes as she pulled his face to hers for a deeper passionate kiss that spoke of all the feelings she harboured for him. "Draco." She whispered as she wrapped her arms about him when he pulled her onto his lap, "I want my first time to be with you."
Draco turned her face to him once more. "Pansy I ….we…"
"Please Draco. Not today or next week but promise me, you won't let me be a virgin for HIM." She begged
Draco pulled her closer and stroked her back, "I promise Pansy, I promise."
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Harry and Phaelan sat in front of her television watching the video of their flight over Hogwarts. It had played and replayed several times as they analyzed every frame. They watched in slow motion and stop action to catch the faces and reactions to the flight. The video had other value as well but Phaelan didn't want to get into tactics today.
"So, ready to get back?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied.
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's just so easy to forget what's happening back there when I'm sitting in your flat. I always wonder what things would have been like if I had lived like a Muggle."
"You can't change what you are Harry. We can try to live as best we can but we don't get many choices when it comes down to being the person we are. You are a wizard whether or not you choose to live that way"
"That's rather the point. I never actually had any choice. I was meant to live this way since the day my mother died." He said darkly as he turned to floo back to Hogwarts.
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Dinner in the Great Hall was as raucous as breakfast. Harry's friends clustered around listening to the recounting of his great adventure. Dumbledore wasn't sure but he thought he saw some elves under the Gryffindor table trying to hear their hero tell the saga of his flight on a Muggle machine.
Severus huffed and threw down his napkin. "Insufferable braggart. I can look at this no longer. Excuse me, my appetite is quite gone." He rose quickly and left the head table.
Hooch leaned over to Minerva and whispered in her ear. "Translation, I don't want to eat anything here, Phaelan's coming to my chambers for a romantic dinner and a night of red hot shagging."
Minerva snorted into her goblet. "Lucky them; I'm lucky if I can get a lunch in someone's chambers with a goodbye kiss on the cheek between classes. A ham roll and a quick snog doesn't quite cut it."
Snape made his way down between the tables to the main doors. He paused when Draco stood and called him.
"Yes, what is it Malfoy, I have business to be about." He told him impatiently.
"I'm sure it's something that requires your personal attention, Professor, but if I could speak briefly in the hall." Draco asked emphasizing the 'personal' in his request.
Snape jerked his head to the doors and headed out with Draco following.
"What is it?" he asked quietly.
Draco looked around, "Uncle, I need to speak to you about what we have discussed before. Can we meet….soon?"
Hearing how Draco addressed him, Severus also looked around quickly ensuring no ears were about. "You should not approach me so, Draco it's not safe, you know that."
"I never know when you might have company, sir. I would not wish to intrude." Draco replied sarcastically.
Snape narrowed his eyes. "Watch your tone boy, you were warned…"
"I remember." Draco snapped, his blue eyes flashing. "Now, do you remember your oath to me?"
Snape bit back a scathing retort. He thought for a moment, "Are there others likeminded."
"Yes." He replied.
Snape nodded, "Two o'clock tomorrow, my office. No more than four of you."
"Yes sir. Sir?" Draco.
"What now?" Snape snapped.
"I…..I'm glad you've found some…..contentment this year." He looked at his godfather for a reaction.
Snape's cheeks tinged slightly pink. He didn't look at his godson. "My contentment or lack thereof is not your concern Malfoy…but…your sentiment is appreciated. Don't be late tomorrow." He snapped at last as he billowed away to descend to his dungeons.
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Phaelan had spent her afternoon catching up on her marking finally bathing before flooing to Severus' chambers. When she had arrived back at Hogwarts, she had gone to her rooms to change only to find a beribboned box lying on her bed. She approached and saw a card attached. Opening it, the familiar scent of Ti wafted to her nose, making her smile.
She sat on her bed to read:
Beloved,
I have too long neglected my duty to gift you with a token of my esteem. While I treasure every memory of our times together, I hold most precious those when you are adorned with my presents, knowing you have accepted my meagre attentions as worthy.
I count the minutes until you join me in my chambers tonight and ask only that you would consider wearing my gift when you come.
The longing for your scent to surround me, your voice to caress me and your touch to excite me is overwhelming. Come to me my cherished one and I shall enthral you with such ecstasy that you have not yet experienced.
Until our rendezvous,
Ever yours
Severus.'
Setting the note aside Phaelan opened the box. On top lay a mandarin style robe adorned with silver and emerald green embroidery of stylized dragons. It was almost puritan in its style covering everything from neck to ankle. The fabric however was a sensual delight of buttery soft silk. Phaelan layed it upon the bed and turned back to the box. The second item was as hedonistic as the outer robe would never be. The same black silk styled as a revealing gown. The sides were open with silk laces holding the back and front together only to the hip. The same lacing tied behind the neck to hold the gown up. The deep plunging neckline ended at a bust embroidered with the same silver and emerald stitching on the edge with the dragons' tails circling around suspiciously where her nipples would be.
Wow, she thought, he could make me cum with a two page letter. She picked up the note and fanned herself.
Phaelan had asked Polly to style her hair up into a knot fastened with ebony and silver chopsticks. With the gown and robe, the style was striking yet modest to the eye. As she stepped through the floo to Severus' chambers, he paused and looked at her, wondering, not for the first time or likely the last, why she found him desirable.
"Lady, you are a lovely sight for tired eyes." He told her.
"When one is gifted with something so delightful, it's hard not to want to show it at its best." She responded coyly.
"Pretty wrapping on a gift only serves to entice one to open the parcel to reveal the true treasure within."
Phaelan laughed, "Severus Snape, you are too much. I love your gift, thank you." She retorted as she held out her hand.
Severus pulled her towards him for a kiss. " I truly am a selfish man to so adorn my greatest addiction."
"And what of mine my lord?" Phaelan asked seductively.
Severus looked into the gleaming hazel eyes. "Am I an addiction madam?"
Phaelan stroked his chest, "Your touch, your scent, your taste excite me my lord. When you command me I must obey."
Severus felt a thrill of excitement pass through him at her words. "And if I command your submission to sweet torment at my hands, you will submit?" he whispered in the shell of her ear,
Phaelan felt her body tense in expectation. "My body is yours my lord. I tremble in anticipation of the sensations you will bestow upon it."
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Hermione sat on the window ledge in the Gryffindor common room, silent tears stealing down her pink cheeks. Ginny leaned on the wall beside her, communing in silent commiseration with Hermione's miserable predicament. Ron sat on the old stuffed chair before the fireplace staring into its flames as if they could solve his problems.
Harry leaned on the mantel, lost as to how he could help his friends.
"What were you doing, Ron?" he whispered. "You must have been doing something to get him arsed."
"Nothing!" Ron exclaimed as he suddenly stood. "I...'Mione….we….we were just standing there watching for the plane like everyone else." He ran his hand through his hair. "I just had my arm around her shoulder."
Harry shook his head, "He never does things like that for no reason. It's just easier to take points. He's up to something."
"You got me mate." He looked at Hermione and felt his insides clench. "Look at her, Harry, I can't even hold her hand." He lamented. He walked over to the window and knelt before her. "I'll fix it Hermione. What ever it is that made him do this to you, I'll make it better. I promise."
Hermione looked at the young man who had told the world he loved her; his blue eyes promising to make things better. The only thing she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms but she knew she couldn't. Unable to bear any more, she jumped up and fled to her dorm.
Ginny scowled in frustration, "Ronald Weasley, you had better sort this out with Snape tomorrow." She told him, sounding scarily like her mother, before following Hermione upstairs.
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Cool air, warm hands and a chocolate voice were the extent of Phaelan's environment as Severus offered her the promised sweet torment. Her hands were cuffed in a silk bond tied off to a chain over her head; her legs had been spread and manacled to the bedposts. Severus had levitated her off the floor leaving no strain on her arms but in so doing he had left her no purchase to move as the bonds held her stretched, unable to bend. How far off the floor she was, Phaelan had no clue as he had blindfolded and undressed her even before entering the bedroom. Now his hands stroked everywhere tantalizing and taunting her nerves.
He stroked down the insides of her arms, "Is there any pain in your arms?" he asked softly.
"No."
His hands passed over her breasts where he palmed and teased her sensitive flesh. "I see no evidence left of our meetings. We must correct that. "He whispered before suckling and biting each nipple in turn.
Phaelan gasped at the sensations as he teased her sensitized buds further. Now his fingers traced over her backside, pausing to brush her anus lightly before continuing down to the back of her knees.
"Are your legs relaxed?" he asked massaging her calves and ankles.
"Yes but I can't bend my legs." She told him.
He smiled, "Good, you are not permitted to move at all for this part of this evening. I only want to be sure you have no extraneous pain before we start."
Phaelan felt her breathing hitch, "Start?" she asked.
"Silence now and listen to my voice." He told her as he stroked up her inner legs to her freshly depilated mons. "Tonight you will have no control over when you may climax. Tonight, you will surrender to my will and I will become your world." Touching her intimately to arouse her, he looked up and asked. "Tell me you will submit to me Phaelan; tell me I may do as I wish to excite you. Give your will to me Phaelan; surrender."
"Yes." She hissed as he continued to arouse her.
Phaelan moaned as he suddenly stopped and moved away. She waited in silence, her senses reaching out for something.
"Anything I want?" he asked grazing her ear with his lips.
"Anything."