Silently observing her master lightly sparring with the Second Young Master, Tasha's fingers gently brushed against the spot where Altair had taken blood. The wound had long vanished, yet the sensation was still lingering. Remembering her lilting moans that were sure to have resounded down the halls, a heat ignited in her loins. She smiled, a little jealous of her Reina and Syris for claiming him first.
Ever since Gremory had given the order that she was to be Altair's personal Lilm until he disposed of her, she had always envisioned the day she'd become his plaything, yet against all happenchance, he had managed to delay… pushing her along, with excuses or something else. And yet, only now did he seem to have the desire to claim her as his own.
