The haze of lust, Veles barely heard my words or perhaps he ignored them but I’d believe that only if his shaft hadn’t grown in my palms. Why I didn’t think of this earlier? When a man desires a woman, he’d do anything to have her. I was naive to think that having power would make me stronger, I was wrong. I was strong without it.

“Hazel, don’t tease me, butterfly. I’m dying over here,” Veles pushed himself closer and I moaned as his shaft parted my lips and angry tip rushed to push in. He wanted me.

“Beg, Veles.” Veles was drunk in me.

“Baby-“

“Beg.”

A long pause...