Page 16 of Her Silent Knight

From the corner of her eye, she spied the sheet on the floor. She snatched it up and tossed it over the lap of the dragon shifter. His cock tented the sheet. That didn’t entirely solve the problem.

She grabbed the sheet and bunched it up a little so it could hide the bulge. There, out of sight, out of mind. Except, it wasn’t out of mind. It was still on her mind. Every hard inch of it. She could still remember how it felt pressed against her ass.

She hadn’t sat on a dick in over two years. She didn’t think she’d ever sat on a dick of that size. Poor guy. Who the hell could he fuck with a dick that big? Not her. She was pretty sure her twat couldn’t swallow him. Mouth either.

Her mouth chose that moment to water as if saying, “Witch, yes I can.” Sin swallowed, gaze moving to the bunched-up sheet on his lap. Stop thinking nasty thoughts, she told herself.

He was here to be taught a lesson, not treated as a dildo. If she wanted sexual gratification, she had ten fingers she could use to achieve it. Anything else was unacceptable while she was on this plane.

With one last look at the bunched-up sheet, Sin grabbed her cup of hot chocolate from the table. She sat down in her love seat then stared to the right, where her chests of torture toys were.

One chest belonged to the previous owner of the cottage. His weapons were now hers. Thanks to that sadistic bastard, there was a torture wall in her living room. To keep the room from looking killery, she’d placed a cute curtain up to hide the wall.

Over the past two years, she’d obtained a shit-load of her own weapons from beings who’d been sent by The Deciders to kill her. There were also weapons in the chest from beings who tried to kill her simply because they wanted to drink her blood or eat her.

And not eat her in the good kind of way. Not the tongue on twat way. They wanted to roast her dead carcass over an open fire and feed her to their village. This plane was home to a group of cannibals.

They were the most dangerous group of creatures on this plane. Mainly because they looked normal, innocent. Most members of the group had been here for hundreds of years. Only immortals could survive on this plane. Sin wasn’t an immortal.

She shouldn’t be able to survive here. She shouldn’t have been able to be transported here at all. On top of that, she should be aging or decaying or something. She wasn’t. She hadn’t changed a bit in two years.

That wasn’t a long time, but still. According to her friend, Winter, Shade must have the power to create immortals. Winter had only heard of two other witches who had the ability to do that.

Both had been hunted down and captured by beings who craved immortality. Winter didn’t know what happened to those witches. However, she knew it wasn’t anything good. Those witches were probably being held captive, forced to use their powers for the profit of their captors.

To keep Shade safe, just in case she did have that power and it wasn’t just some fluke, Sin’s family wasn’t telling their coven about Sin’s location. Her coven thought Sin had run away after passing her Guardian Trials.

It wouldn’t be the first time a witch had passed the Trials, gotten her tattoo and then ran away. Her former bestie did it. All she left behind was a note saying she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t live her life the way the coven wanted her to.

According to Carolee’s letter, she’d become fed up with living amongst the coven. She hated going through the Guardian Trials. She hated everything their coven represented. Both the good and the bad. She was tired of it all.

She’d met a guy and she was going away with him. The note said not to look for her. That hadn’t stopped the coven from trying. They tried scrying for her. It hadn’t worked. They hadn’t even been able to locate the locator beacon ink in her guardian tattoo.

It seemed her friend had been planning her escape for a long time and covered her tracks well. Very well. Sin hadn’t even known Lee was depressed. She never acted like it. Then again, that meant nothing.

Sin had experienced moments of depression herself. And no one had ever noticed. Not her parents, not her sister, not her friends. Instead of being disappointed in Lee, maybe she should be happy her friend did something to put an end to her depression.

Just like everyone had been upset and hurt by Carolee’s actions, they were going to be hurt because of Sin. They couldn’t know the truth. And with her parents backing the lie, they had no choice but to believe it.

Even though that disappointed Sin, there was nothing else her family could say without putting Shade at risk. Sin’s teachers and friends were more than likely upset with her. Maybe one day she’d be able to tell the truth. In-person.

After she was freed from this hell-hole. Until then, she had to try to stay out of the way of the cannibals who lived up near the mountains. Even the kid cannibals. She once saw a child standing near her gate.

The poor thing had looked lost and hungry. Against her better judgment, she’d gone out to help the kid. The creature hadn’t wanted the warm bread and cheese Sin offered her. She’d wanted a bite of Sin’s fingers.

If Sin hadn’t punched the child in the throat, she would’ve bitten her finger clean off. That day she learned, never help children on this plane. It was hard to ignore their cries when they were outside her gate at night.

Some of them sounded so pitiful. But, ignoring them meant she got to live another day. Those children were just as ruthless as the adults who raised them. She wondered if her captive had any ruthless baby dragons.

She chanced a glance in his direction. Still hard. Why wasn’t that thing going down? She took a sip of her beverage that was beginning to cool off. Sin gripped her mug tightly and whispered, “Heat.”

The heat began in the tips of her fingers then spread to the cup. A few seconds later, the hot chocolate was bubbling.

“Enough.” The temperature of her fingers returned to normal and the beverage ceased heating. Steam once again rose from her mug. She blew on the liquid before taking a sip. Mmmm, chocolate.

She was almost out of it. She’d planned to create a fire Christmas tree tonight for Winter in exchange for more chocolate and other sweets. Unfortunately, a certain dragon had gotten in her way. Her gaze returned to her captive. Still hard.

“Come on,” Sin groaned. “There’s no way that thing can stay that hard for this long. What are you, Iron Man?”

There had to be a spell to make that thing go down. Challenge accepted! Sin took another sip of her hot chocolate. She’d just try a few spells and see what worked. Smiling, she placed her cup on the end-table and stood up.

It was time to make his dick soft.