“Did it taste funny?”
Dar seethed at her innocuous question. He had already spat the contents of his mouth out. Angry at himself. He should have gobbed it into the sorceress’ face. The underhand bitch. But he had already slugged down half the flask. So desperately thirsty.
“What you put in it?” Dar was furious. At this damned sorceress and her tricks. At himself for getting caught out.
She smirked back at him. Dar noticed her eyes lowered to the sole covering he still had on. Around his loins.
“Feeling something? Something pleasant? Manly?”
Dar hadn’t noticed. But the deceitful bitch was right. A tingling. A recognisable feeling that would lead to hardening in his groin.
“Just some concoction I put together ……”
She was running her hand up the inside of Dar’s bare thigh. It almost made him wince. But it wasn’t just his aversion to getting touched over by Zad’s sorceress. Her touch was awakening an uncanny nerviness trembling on the surface of his skin. A feeling he could not suppress. In fact …. Now he thought about it .. his whole body was beginning to feel “alive”. Tingling. Vibrating.
“Getting you going, I see?”
Dar didn’t have to follow her look at his groin. He was pushing against his covering there. Already. And not finished yet.
“What have you done?” Dar was feeling increasingly disoriented. His heart was racing, the beat in his ear was throbbing. And the heat between his legs was getting ferocious. Like his whole being was in the grip of a fever.
“Done? I am putting you in touch with your inner self.”
Dar frowned at her enigmatic answer. But he hissed before he could answer her back. She scraped her finger nails back down the inside of his thigh. He hissed. Then he gasped out. Like five razor-sharp blades had cut him open. From groin to knee. But there were only the red lines traces of her nails. His skin was on fire. Electric.
He cracked his head backwards. His faced turned upwards at the dimness of the dungeon. Searching for answers .. looking for control. Those red lines were opening up a pain that shivered through him. Not just on his leg .. his body was “under fire.” Taken unawares, through shock-bleary eyes his gaze shot back down at his thigh. No wide-gaping wounds. Just the marks of finger nails scratched on his skin. But it felt like his flesh had been gashed apart.
The sorceress explained. “It stresses the nerves.”