the sword is swift; the heart weak

Daemon wanted to run. He wanted to go to her. The air was stifling hot. Dragons were born of the flames, but he was burning. This was something else. He knew what she was asking. This wasn't a game after all. He trailed the blade over her sides slowly until it landed on her thighs. He slipped the sword gently between her legs just high enough for her to notice the warmth of the steel kiss her inner thighs.

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Erótico / Fantasia / Romance