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had been so hungry last night, he had wanted to eat some food off of Vara’s platter, but didn’t. If he was going to get her to give up her gluttony, he would have to teach by example.
He took in one more deep breath of the delicious morning aromas, only to inhale what smelled close to the garderobe on a hot day. He choked and opened his eyes, discovering he was nose to nose with the green blob.
“Oh!” He sat upright quickly and backed away. “Baruch, do not do that again. I don’t fancy waking up to stench and beady eyes staring into mine.”
“My eyes are not beady. They’re large.” Baruch stuck his nose in the air.
“In a beady sort of way.”
The minion sat upright on the bed, playing with his tail. “I’m sure you would have rather woke up staring into Vara’s eyes. Wouldn’t you?”
Nikolai felt suddenly very vulnerable. How did the minion know that? He also wondered if he knew he’d been dreaming of Vara all night long. Last night’s escapades had him aroused during his sleep.
Tasting her sweet lips had made his body beg for more. He was thankful Calanthra walked in when she did, or he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Something about Vara made her irresistible and very hard to turn away. Something besides her powers of the curse.
Nikolai knew the powers of lust were strong within him last night as well as her. He enjoyed a tryst with a comely wench occasionally, but this was different. Vara stirred something within him that even lust didn’t control. She was like an innocent girl locked within the body of a conqueror and temptress. He had somehow felt her frustration last night, as well as the struggle of morality going on in her head. No one else would have ever noticed. But he did.
Ever since the moment he laid eyes on her, he noticed everything about her. The way she was lustful one moment with indigo eyes, then timid and sinking back down under the water the next, the hue of her orbs turning a silvery gray. The way her face lit up when he smiled at her, but then darkened when Calanthra entered the room. He’d seen the way she’d played with the ties on her robe, pretending not to be bothered when he walked Calanthra to the door. Her bottom lip had stuck out in a disappointed pout, and he had only wanted to kiss it away. Until her eyes changed to a shade of moss green and jealousy reared its ugly head. Her mood changed like the weather, and her eyes were the windows to her soul, always projecting just which vice was in control of each of her actions.
Indigo eyes meant lust. Moss green was the color of jealousy. When she felt greed, her eyes turned to ochre, and when she gorged herself with food because of gluttony, her eyes looked like weathered acorns. But none was as frightening as the color he’d first seen her eyes in the courtyard when she’d been preparing to kill the king. Obsidian black were they then, as anger ruled her being. And then there was those curious eyes - the eyes that he guessed were the closest to her true being. They were the color of silver with light shining from behind them, lighting them up like candles in the darkness of night.
He took a liking to her curiosity, and the hint of admirable fear in her eyes when she’d found out he was a demi-god. He’d almost thought she was going to beg forgiveness for being so lustful. But he was glad she didn’t. Had she, he would have taken her back into his arms to console her, telling her he understood her actions were motivated by her awful curse. But doing that would have only made his own feelings grow, and then the vice of lust would have been fed as he took her back to the bed. He wanted to free her. Free her from her curse and from herself. In order to do that, he had to deceive her. Yes, although she had no idea, he was the man who would conquer her in the end.
“Niko, come back from where you are.” The little minion rubbed his bony fingers together in front of Nikolai’s face, in what he
He took in one more deep breath of the delicious morning aromas, only to inhale what smelled close to the garderobe on a hot day. He choked and opened his eyes, discovering he was nose to nose with the green blob.
“Oh!” He sat upright quickly and backed away. “Baruch, do not do that again. I don’t fancy waking up to stench and beady eyes staring into mine.”
“My eyes are not beady. They’re large.” Baruch stuck his nose in the air.
“In a beady sort of way.”
The minion sat upright on the bed, playing with his tail. “I’m sure you would have rather woke up staring into Vara’s eyes. Wouldn’t you?”
Nikolai felt suddenly very vulnerable. How did the minion know that? He also wondered if he knew he’d been dreaming of Vara all night long. Last night’s escapades had him aroused during his sleep.
Tasting her sweet lips had made his body beg for more. He was thankful Calanthra walked in when she did, or he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Something about Vara made her irresistible and very hard to turn away. Something besides her powers of the curse.
Nikolai knew the powers of lust were strong within him last night as well as her. He enjoyed a tryst with a comely wench occasionally, but this was different. Vara stirred something within him that even lust didn’t control. She was like an innocent girl locked within the body of a conqueror and temptress. He had somehow felt her frustration last night, as well as the struggle of morality going on in her head. No one else would have ever noticed. But he did.
Ever since the moment he laid eyes on her, he noticed everything about her. The way she was lustful one moment with indigo eyes, then timid and sinking back down under the water the next, the hue of her orbs turning a silvery gray. The way her face lit up when he smiled at her, but then darkened when Calanthra entered the room. He’d seen the way she’d played with the ties on her robe, pretending not to be bothered when he walked Calanthra to the door. Her bottom lip had stuck out in a disappointed pout, and he had only wanted to kiss it away. Until her eyes changed to a shade of moss green and jealousy reared its ugly head. Her mood changed like the weather, and her eyes were the windows to her soul, always projecting just which vice was in control of each of her actions.
Indigo eyes meant lust. Moss green was the color of jealousy. When she felt greed, her eyes turned to ochre, and when she gorged herself with food because of gluttony, her eyes looked like weathered acorns. But none was as frightening as the color he’d first seen her eyes in the courtyard when she’d been preparing to kill the king. Obsidian black were they then, as anger ruled her being. And then there was those curious eyes - the eyes that he guessed were the closest to her true being. They were the color of silver with light shining from behind them, lighting them up like candles in the darkness of night.
He took a liking to her curiosity, and the hint of admirable fear in her eyes when she’d found out he was a demi-god. He’d almost thought she was going to beg forgiveness for being so lustful. But he was glad she didn’t. Had she, he would have taken her back into his arms to console her, telling her he understood her actions were motivated by her awful curse. But doing that would have only made his own feelings grow, and then the vice of lust would have been fed as he took her back to the bed. He wanted to free her. Free her from her curse and from herself. In order to do that, he had to deceive her. Yes, although she had no idea, he was the man who would conquer her in the end.
“Niko, come back from where you are.” The little minion rubbed his bony fingers together in front of Nikolai’s face, in what he
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