Edam's Point:

There were sporadic hot flashes that continued throughout the afternoon. They eventually went down with the taking of a suppressant but, like most medications, they were prevention and not cure. My heat would come, regardless, and all I could really do was prepare. Aunty hadn't been in the room lately, she must've been busy with my husband or something else. As a result, I was left to my own devices.

Luckily, this also meant that I could rest, trying to sleep off the headache or avoid the occasional flash and dizziness. What had made it worse were the dreams, godforsaken dreams:

He was over me, Raiel, and breathing huskily. His hand was between my legs, his fingers pressing against the slick-coated hole. I could feel his body burn with need and my own responded as a result, arching against him at every single interaction. I felt his lips on mine, how he claimed me. For the first time, I wanted to be devoured, to be taken without restraint. Not that I was in a right headspace, the heat would take most of my reasoning away as I resorted to instinctual conditions. Still, I could not deny the feeling of his hands on my body and how much it pleasured me to think of such things. The feeling of my hands tied over my head, his teeth grazing against that imperative gland, setting me as his and his alone. It was that, that singular feeling, which was better than anything the world could provide.

Unfortunately, dreams remain dreams and everything seems like a distant memory. Waking up from that dream, the hot flushes were back and I couldn't help but crawl into a small whimpering ball. My body trembled until the heat settled and I felt myself coming back into my body. Uncurling, I looked at the wall that, had my eyes the ability to bore, there would be a great hole in it. I hated this, without a single doubt in my mind. This entire thing was nothing more than just a horrible ride of confusion and play.

Raiel's Point:

I had forsaken the therapy study and was now staring at an awfully written page on Galean Charms and Incantations. It had decent excerpts from some anthropology books but those would take a while to be delivered so I was left with distant thoughts. I was uneasy, rolling on my toes to pivot my chair back and forth. I couldn't put my finger on it, or I could but I didn't want to. It was his face, that gentle face that seemed to hold immeasurable anger and fascination. That night replayed in my mind, and hell knows that it has not, for one second, left. I remember the tears, the anger in his eyes, and it sparked something in me.

I can't say it was arousal from the way he was willing to scream at me without breath. Maybe it's like having found an equal. The page moved between diagrams taken from priest documents, most of them looked like they were protective or meant to summon some type of blessing but I couldn't see any mentions of bags. I opened the drawer and pulled out the charm that I had someone sneak from his room. Turning it over in my hand, it doesn't seem to harmful.

It makes me question these emotions, but I can't help but admire his audacity. Charm or no charm, it was partially endearing to have someone go to this length for me, or themselves. Again, those angry eyes flashed in my mind and I couldn't help but wonder what they would like again. My mind became a torrent of images: him on his knees looking up at me and those flushed dreams that had haunted me. I could feel heat burn in my body as I began to rub at my crotch, savouring this feeling of being actually aroused by something other than a simple whore.

The thought of making him submit to me was both a delightful but also heartbreaking one. I enjoyed his tenacity, but to lose it...

I'd ask Adda about these charms, she came from the rural parts so maybe she'd know a little bit about it. For now, I just need to focus, to bring myself back to these four walls but Hell and Heaven, how badly I wanted him in that moment, much to my own surprise.