It was in a four-poster bed, a high ceiling and varnished pine wood columns the same as the paneled headboard had a mosaic canopy in a private chamber. It's topmost attached voile and chiffon materials that got draped on the floor.
Beyond the billowing curls of the curtains echoed low, husky grunts and pleas of a man from the breathy moans of hers.
"Y—Your Grace, I must not—My affection... Get in the way and take advantage of your condition—"
"Silence, you peasant! You're mine and mine alone," she breathed out one last time before her tone got hoarse and her body heated up.
Keith tried so hard to resist such powers from the temptress, but she asserted her dominance on him.
Mystique's hand reached for his mouth, sealing them with a sheet of ice.
Meanwhile, Keith squirmed, trying to break free from her clutches, but even his wrist and ankles were sealed no different from his mouth.
From his already toned arms, chest, and abs tightened with every caress she took.
