Arthur had just finished having dinner.
Once again Amy seemed unwilling to eat with him.
'I wonder why?'
He smiled to himself. Just enough to feel it in the corner of his mouth as he walked back to his room.
'Everything is going to plan.'
His body agreed in response as a bulge grew along his pants, heat spreading across his body.
Stepping into his room he set his bag on the chair, pulled out his textbooks, and settled at the desk. He had no intention of wasting the evening even if he was waiting for the show. So he took his time reading, making sure to make notes when needed while he waited.
And before he knew it a warm tingling feeling spread across his body. Like fire lighting coals, his body's natural response grew in kind, his cock turning hard. Shifting himself, he got comfortable in his chair as he set down his pen and closed his book.
The tattoo along his chest began to warm as he spread his mana along its lines, making it glow.
There it is.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and let his mana flow deliberately into the Mark.
His spirit came loose from his body the way a breath left the lungs.
The room fell away.
* * *
His vision adjusted to the shift.
Mira's room came into focus around him, the smaller space making it feel more intimate. The window was cracked just enough to let in the night air. The lamp on the nightstand turned low.
And on the bed, Garrett lay without his shirt his face
Mira could tell he was tense from the way his shoulders sat rigid and the way his hands curled at his sides. She smiled against his skin, continuing her work pressing her lips deliberately across his chest, his ribs, and the curve of his shoulder. Making sure she left her mark on every inch of him.
Shifting her eyes to the side she sees Arthur's spirit. Knowing he is watching she gives him a look of revenge for him not taking care of her in the morning.
Arthur, ignoring her, flies around the room to get a good view.
'Now how did she…'
Earlier
Garrett climbed the stairs to the second floor with his hands in his pockets, muttering under his breath.
"She'd already thanked me. What exactly does she want to thank me for now?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Then again, when a pretty lady wants to thank you for something, you don't exactly turn around and go back to your room.
'It's room 214 right?' Garrett reading the room number shallows his saliva not sure what to expect.
Knock Knock.
"Who is it?"
"It's Garrett."
Opening the door Mira stood there with her hair down. Her maid outfit was not to be seen, only a loose white linen night gown which hung her curves.
"Come on in Garrett I was worried you would never show up so I took a bath beforehand so sorry I'm not in uniform to welcome you." Mira steps aside letting Garrett into the room.
"Oh umm no you're all good I was busy with dinner and lost track of time." Garrett scratches the side of his face which has turned red.
"That's good then. We'll have a seat will you, I wanted to thank you once again for the help for the other day." Mira says shutting the door.
Seeing there was no seat, but her own bed Garrett sits down on her bed not sure what to do.
"Well as I told you there is no need to thank me anymore then you did." Garrett says.
"I understand but you see we at the Webb family have a different way of saying our thanks." Mira walking back to the bed gets up close and personal.
'Too close.' Garrett can't help think as Mira gets close up to his face letting him easily view her cleavage.
"See we at the Webb family have a different way thanking others." Wrapping her arms around Garrett she pulls herself closer near his face.
"Wait Mira, I don't think you sho-"
"Sshh." Placing her finger on his lips she silences him.
"It's ok Garrett let me take care of you, it's just my way of saying thanks." Closing her lips around his, her sweet fragrance overwhelming Garrett as she wills her tongue around his.
Pushing her away Garrett breaks the kiss. "Wait stop Mira you can't be doing this what of your master what will he think?" Garrett panic says.
"That and he is my captain now I can't be sleeping with my captain's servant. What if others find out?"
"Then let's keep what's happening here between the two of us." Mira pushing Garrett down on the bed rips off his shirt. Her strength over powering him.
'How is she so strong?' Garrett can't help but question as Mira lays on top of him.
Mira smiled down at him, completely unbothered by the question on his face. She pressed both palms flat against his chest, pinning him with an ease that made it very clear struggling wasn't going to accomplish much.
"It's only natural that the one with a higher cultivation is stronger Garrett."
"What!?" Garrett can't help but exclaim hearing she is a higher cultivation then him.
"What you couldn't tell? I'm peak iron if you're wondering so don't be decourge i'm sure you'll pass soon enough but for now this makes this all the more fun." Mira grabs Garrett's hands placing them along her ass letting him get a feel.
"You like what you feel right. Your fella down there surely does." Mira licks her lips as she touches the tent building in his pants.
"Mira—" Garrett's voice came out rougher than intended, caught somewhere between protest and something else entirely.
"Sssh." She traced a finger along the outline beneath the fabric, slow and deliberate, watching his face the whole time. "Stop fighting it. There's no one here but us."
Garrett's jaw tightened. His hands were still where she'd placed them and he hadn't moved them.
That told her everything she needed to know.
"Just let me take care of you," she murmured, leaning down until her lips were at his ear. "That's all you have to do."
Whatever resistance he had left was gone once she said those words and so taking a firm grab of her ass Garrett enjoyed the present she gave.
"Mmmh yes touch me more. Have your rough hands touch me all over and treat me better than my master could ever do." Mira whispers in Garrett's ear igniting his arousal.
His other hand came up, and she felt it working across her chest at once, rough and deliberate in exactly the way she had wanted since she opened the door. She pressed her lips together.
"Mn — yes, like that."
She could feel him beneath her now with no room for pretense left between them. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his tent and heard the sharp breath it earned her.
"Mira—"
"Shh." A slow stroke. "I told you to stop thinking."
Mira pressed her lips to his collarbone. Then his chest, working her way down with the same unhurried patience she gave everything, each kiss placed like a decision.
"You don't have to say anything," she murmured against his skin. "Just feel it."
Garrett's head fell back against the pillow as his breathing had stopped pretending to be steady.
And from the corner of her eye Mira saw Arthur's spirit.
Smiling at Arthur's spirit Mira gives a look that speaks of her getting revenge.
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