5 minutes later
Mahir knelt before her chair, naked and trembling, sweat already beading on his flushed skin. Firelight played across the hard lines of his body — broad shoulders tense, chest heaving with controlled breaths, cock thick and heavy between his thighs, untouched and leaking steadily onto the carpet. His fox ears were pinned flat against his skull, tail rigid behind him. The collar at his throat glowed steady blue, magic humming between them — her absolute control, his perfect submission.
Elara looked down from the chair, legs parted wide, undershift riding up to expose slick thighs. Her dark eyes were utterly cold, utterly serious — the face of someone who had decided exactly what she wanted and intended to take it completely. No hesitation. No softness. Just possession.
She assessed him slowly. Let him feel the weight of it.
"Stand," she said.
