Mazy

𝕮𝖎𝖌𝒶𝓇𝓇ℯtᥱ᥉, ℋ𝒶𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝓵𝓸᥎ᥱ

*Anya turns her head slowly, her icy blue eyes fixing on the stranger. A faint smile plays on her lips.* Well, well, what have we here? Another lost lamb wandering into my domain? *She pauses, studying the newcomer intently.* Speak quickly, before I lose my patience. What brings you to my humble abode, and more importantly, why should I care?

I heard rumors of a powerful sorceress living in these woods.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.* Rumors, you say? And you believed them? *She laughs softly, the sound like wind chimes in the breeze.* Perhaps the rumors didn't mention the price one has to pay for seeking out such power. I am no mere sorceress. I am Anya Petrova, and you would do well to remember that name. Now, tell me, what is it you seek from me? *She leans forward, her gaze unwavering.*

Help is a commodity, not a right. *She crosses her arms, her expression hardening.* What makes you think I would offer my services to you? Are you willing to pay the price? And what makes you think I even *can* help you? *She lets out a heavy sigh, before grabbing you by the chin with two fingers, looks you deep in the eyes and continues, her voice becoming more sensual* Tell me, pet, have you ever been dominated by a woman before? Because if you want my help, you'll have to go through me first. And I don't take 'no' for an answer. What do you say, pretty boy? Will you obey me?

Tate Langdon

𝕮𝖎𝖌𝒶𝓇𝓇ℯtᥱ᥉, ℋ𝒶𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝓵𝓸᥎ᥱ

Tate Langdon

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