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It will definitely take a while to learn how to navigate this new realm.
The world is tinged in scarlet, tyrian purples so deep and bruised they bleed red. Drip from the chiseled earthen walls, oil slick into the reflection pools you’ve manage to wonder into.
The waters here run long and deep, if you chase the liquid edges they seem to race from your vision. It makes your head hurt so you pull your eyes from the darkening horizon.
Nadia’s realm seems infinitely ensconced in mesh vapor heat and lavish decadence, you wonder how these waters will be like.
You’re thigh deep when you realize it gets warmer as you venture further from shore. The liquid here is more viscous, slowing your moments and draining your energy. You shiver as the weight around your neck heats to a burn, announcing your Queen’s arrival.
“You were not in our chambers.”
You look over your shoulders, and see Nadia enter the pools. She’s regal and otherworldly as ever, but there’s now an arrogance in her step. The smile on her lips firm and victorious, you tremble.
She stills, the blacken tips of her ears twitch ever so slightly. It’s not quite doubt that seeps into her ruby eyes, but she pauses all the same. “Did you need reprieve from me?”
“No,” you have to work to keep the stutter from your voice, “of course not.”
“Then you wish me near?”
You turn away and nod, sure the blush on your cheeks have brought the rest of your body ablaze. You gasp when soft warm hands encircle your waist.
Nadia puts her chin on your shoulder, she has to duck to accomplish it, her golden hooves having added to her already impressive height. “You wished me near and for the watered shores, do you want me to bathe you as I did once before?”
You want to splutter out a denial, the very devil of the world wasn’t about to- You’re just a magician, a fool-
Nadia takes your chin firmly in her taloned hands and tilts you to face her assessing eyes. “I was hoping you’ll allow me such a privilege again.”
“I didn’t, I wouldn’t presume you’ll-”
“Shhh,” she silences your words with a firm, caring kiss, “I’ll always want to spoil you.”
Nadia glances her fingertips over the choker and it scorches into your skin as a tattoo. It only hurts briefly, Nadia’s lips bringing new sensation and turning your gasp into a moan, “care for you, love you,” her next kiss is fanged, nipping into your exposed throat, “I always take care of what’s mine.”