Steve bent over to pick his shirt off the floor, his fingers sliding gently through the sleeves as he pulled it on, the fabric gliding smoothly over his skin.
He stood up slowly, his body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the moment.
Outwardly, he wore a calm, composed expression, but inside his mind was a storm of racing thoughts.
'Did I really hear her right?'
The Queen Witcher had just told him that if he became the strongest sorcerer in the Arcane Bloom Academy, she would… let him have his way with her.
In his head, the words echoed with a wild, almost intoxicating promise.
'I'm no aristocrat.' he thought.
' but that has to mean she's willing to fuck me...dirty.'
His imagination ran free, painting vivid pictures he could hardly shake.
He recalled the curve of her hips as she moved, the soft, inviting sway of her supple ass.
