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Last of the Fae Chapter 96: Unlikely Duo
🕑 Added 2025-01-09 03:55:44 +0000 UTC"Did you enjoy yourself last night?" Thane asked as he watched Rita slip into the spare change of clothes he had produced.
"I thought my desires didn't matter," Rita threw Thane's words back at him with a playful smirk as she sat on the edge of his bed, putting on her silk stockings.
Thane smiled in response, leaning back in his chair, "You're smart enough to know that my words in the heat of the moment don't reflect how I truly feel."
"But your actions speak volumes as well," Rita muttered before a slight blush reddened her cheeks, "So passionate, so voracious. I thought you were going to break me."
Rita stood up and turned around, exposing the unzipped back of her dress. Casting her gaze over her shoulder, Rita fluttered her eyelashes at Thane, "Would you mind?"
Walking over, Thane deftly zipped up Rita's dress before his arms wrapped around her body with his hands coming to rest on her hips, "I'll only break you when you beg me for it when nothing matters to you, but the pleasure or pain my body can inflict on you. Deny it all you want, but you're just as excited as I am; it's the only reason why you went along with my...instructions."
To emphasize his point, Thane's hand slid around to Rita's ass and pressed between her cheeks, applying pressure to the flared-based plug snugly nestled in her forbidden hole. Rita's face flushed, and her knees threatened to give out, but after a second, Thane relented, letting Rita breathe, "Remember you are not to remove it until we see each other again. I wish I could be more hands-on with your training, but I'm afraid I simply have too much on my plate."
Rita exhaled, trying to regain some semblance of composure, "You are an evil, perverted man, Thane Fae."
"Yes, I am," Thane agreed shamelessly before reaching into his pocket and handing Rita a thin silver choker with a small tag on the front labeled 'Property of Fae.'
"What's this?" Rita asked as she took the piece of jewelry before flushing as she read the tag, "Is that all I am to you, property?"
"When you put it on, yes," Thane replied, "Though I suggest you don't wear it without good cause. I enchanted it to bring you here whenever you secured the clasp."
Rita blinked as she stared at the choker in a newfound light, "Y-you made a portkey!? Is it authorized?"
"Of course not," Thane scoffed, "The last thing I need is the ministry knowing that this place exists."
"And what exactly is this place? I assume some manor of sorts, though I've only seen your bed and bath," Rita asked with a raised eyebrow.
Thane grinned. "Perhaps I'll give you a tour the next time you spend the night, that is, if you can still walk after I'm done with you."
After a few more flirtatious exchanges, Thane saw Rita off using the hearth in his bedroom, and a handful of flew powder. For a moment, Thane was alone with his thoughts reflecting on the past week, which had passed him in a blur, 'It was nice being able to focus on the things that mattered...but I guess it's time to return to school.'
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Thane appeared out of thin air as he apparated into the room of requirement, only to find the ambiguous space had been transfigured into an arena. He stood on a raised, viewing platform encircling a thick pillar of stone a little more than ten feet in diameter, surrounded by turbulent waters a few meters below. Thane was tempted to announce his presence, but after he realized who was sparing on the platform, he decided to sit back and watch.
In a mesmerizing display of grace, Daphne appeared to float across the ground as the wind, her footwork carrying her forward toward Rose, who was currently on the defensive, pushed to the very edge of the stone spire.
Both wore minimal clothing consisting of light cloth pants and chest wrappings, but their hands were weighed down with training versions of their preferred weapons: for Rose, a pair of daggers, and for Daphne, a bladed polearm longer than she was tall, which she was currently spinning with blistering speed kicking up a fierce wind.
Rose squinted her eyes against the gale, forcing her eyes to remain open as a single moment was all Daphne needed to land a devastating attack.
Bring her weapon to bear, Daphne tested Rose's defenses with a simple jab, which her opponent easily avoided, slipping past the blow and dashing at Daphne while her weapon was still extended.
Seeing Rose dash forward, Daphne practically danced away her footwork, a furious series of pivots and twirls as she pulled back on her polearm and resumed its unending spin. Rose was again put on the defensive as Daphne kept her out of reach.
"Damnit, would you just stop moving for one second!" Rose shouted in frustration as she idly twirled her daggers. Her eyes darted across Daphne's figure, looking for any weakness to exploit. "This is so unfair!"
"I'm afraid that's the point of this exercise," Daphne replied sagely as she pressed her advantage once more, bringing her polearm down in an overhead chop, which Rose deflected to the side as she held her dagger in a reverse grip, "Any opponent with experience will try and put you at a disadvantage."
Rose rolled her eyes as she dove at Daphne's feet into a roll, putting her inside Daphne's guard, "You're reading too many of Thane's books; you're even starting to talk like him."
Daphne smirked as she swept her weapon to the side, forcing Daphne to jump over the polearm, only for Daphne's foot to lash out and kick her square in the stomach, "Well, unfortunately for you of us, he's a bit preoccupied at the moment. Otherwise, he would say the same thing."
Rose grunted as her back hit the floor, but she recovered, rolling into a handstand and kicking her legs over to land on her feet, daggers still in hand, "Thane would also encourage me to use every tool at my disposal, including my magic!"
"What if you can't use your magic?" Daphne retorted as she glided forward, her polearm singing as it whistled through the air, "What would you do then?"
"Why are you being so hard on me?!" Rose exclaimed almost tearfully as she tried to avoid Daphne's endless assault, but her movements quickly became sluggish and sloppy, receiving more than a few glancing blows, "I'm trying my best! Is that not enough?!"
Hearing the sudden shift in Rose's voice Daphne came to a sudden halt slamming the butt of her weapon against the ground, "The reason why I'm being so hard is because I care about you, Rose. I want to know that you're strong enough to defend yourself if, god forbid, something happens and Luna Thane or I can't come to your aid."
Rose stared at Daphne with red eyes as she sniffed once, "I-I know, you keep telling me...b-but I can't help it. I just want to move past all this shit and get on with my life."
Daphne sighed, and she walked over to hug Rose, patting her head and smoothing back her hair, "I'm afraid that's not how trauma works. It may not seem like it, but time does heal all wounds."
Instead of replying, Rose latched onto her like a scared child. Daphne sighed before looking up into the stands and making eye contact with Thane while conveying her intent across their bond.
Thane's face was hard as he stared at the scene, wanting nothing more than to jump onto the platform and join Daphne in consoling Rose. But Daphne's message was clear, his presence would be more damning than it was a comfort, and Thane wasn't so arrogant as to prioritize soothing his own guilty consciousness over Rose's own struggle with her old wounds.
