A powerful Enemy

Sera didn’t sleep well that night, she couldn’t believe what she had done, in-fact she kept screaming in her pillow, trying to deny that she had just touched herself while fantasizing about that arrogant, pig headed brute.

Because King Alistair was her enemy, and normal people don’t masturbate to fantasies of their enemies right?

Oh for fuck sake! What was wrong with her?

Why was she having all these weird.... feelings?

Sera tossed and turned on her bed, unable to understand her feelings.

She got so restless that she ended up removing all the things she had used to block the door in the hopes that it would make her tired enough to fall asleep and forget her mistake....

But it didn’t work. Her eyes stayed wide awake as sultry images of the king flashed in her brain.

The image of the king licking his lips, staring at her body.

The image of him shirtless and wet on the day he spanked her.

The image of his intense eyes and thick arms.

His deep commanding voice.

Oh goddess! It was all ver