SILAS“I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t… die! I CAN’T DIE!!”I screamed like a madman, raging as fury surged through my veins, roaring inside my prison like the death row inmate I was.Through this corrupted eye, I could see everything happening outside that monster they called a “tree.”Trees give life, and this was just another abomination created by those damned beings—a slow, painful death, as if our lives of slavery weren’t already enough of a hell.“I’m sorry, baby,” I heard a soft voice when I had already given up.I opened my cursed eye and saw her—a beautiful woman holding a baby, her gaze full of weakness and compassion, her gentle coos, her healing power reaching deep into my shattered soul.She was a sorceress. I knew her once, in that mansion that’s been my prison since I was practically a child.I don’t remember her name, but I want to live. I have to live, no matter what. I can’t die with this deep hatred burning my soul, so I clung to her with everything I had.“My na

SIGRIDAs I was buttoning up my pants, Silas returned, and I was grateful he gave me my space.“Everything alright out there? No trouble?” I asked, sitting at the table.“No, my lady. Most of the guests have already left or are still asleep,” he replied, about to empty the water from the tub.“Leave that for the innkeeper. Come eat; I was planning to stay longer, but I can’t. We need to head back today,” I said, not bothering to explain.I was frustrated; I’d wasted money on something I wasn’t interested in and couldn’t even see my great-uncle.But I couldn’t stick around with this unusual situation in Electra’s body.“What are you waiting for?” I was spreading jelly on a slice of bread when I turned my head and saw him standing beside me.“I… I’m waiting for you to finish so I can eat the leftovers,” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But his eyes kept darting toward the food, and I could see the ravenous hunger in them.I wanted to huff in annoyance.Honest

SIGRID“Yes, but… it wasn’t necessary to get completely naked,” I tried to regain the confidence I didn’t feel.“I have wounds all over my body, my lady,” he responded, completely unfazed.I lifted my gaze to meet his.As always, that golden eye never stopped observing my every move; some might find it unsettling.But to me, it looked more like an abandoned puppy.“Alright, but if you feel uncomfortable, you can cover your… your parts,” I said, walking toward him, my eyes on his chest, his damaged body.I started focusing on all the whip scars and strange markings etched into his skin, likely from torture devices.I sighed, standing there in front of Silas. How could I even think of looking at him with lust, imagining all that he’s suffered?This Electra was a pig.“Okay, stay right there. I’m going to draw some healing runes to treat you,” I explained, kneeling on the floor.I made a small cut on my index finger and started painting the ancient symbols with my blood, trying to infuse

SILASMy fingers sank into the wet crease over the soft fabric of her panties.I stroked her vulva up and down, pressing harder on that sensitive spot that should’ve driven her crazy.She was soaked, needy.“Sshh, aahhh,” she arched her back, lost in her desire, her fists clenching the sheets, my entire body practically on top of hers on the bed.I pushed the fabric aside and dove into the sin between her legs.Soft and wet, slippery, trembling, delicious…I toyed with her intimacy; my kisses trailed up her neck, where her moans vibrated against my lips.I rubbed her clit, stretched it slightly, and ran my fingertip over it, moving it up and down; it hardened and throbbed under my vigorous touch.“More…” I felt her hand gripping my hair, and I closed my eyes, savoring her touch.I wanted her to touch me too, to crave me, to have her lips melt against my skin, my cock… my mouth. I slid a finger inside her pussy, penetrating her slowly, feeling the quiver of her vaginal muscles.Searchi

SIGRID“Electra!” I heard Drusilla’s annoying screech behind me just as I’d stepped into the domain of the head witch.With an irritated look, I turned to face her.She was dressed in a beautiful burgundy gown, her hair pulled back into a long braid that swung down her back.“I thought I was late and Morgana would scold me, but if her favorite is still hanging around, then I’m saved,” she huffed, and immediately a man behind her dabbed her forehead with an embroidered white handkerchief.He was a handsome elemental, young—too young—and even under his neat little suit, I could see the bruises on his wrists when he raised his hand to wipe her sweat.She couldn’t even wipe her own disgusting sweat.“That’s enough. Get away from me, I want to speak with my sister,” she snapped, shoving him aside and striding toward me, trying to grab my arm.I spun around and left her standing there, disgust swirling in my stomach.The real Electra was cold, and with these miserable bitches, I didn’t even