She tried to straighten her spine, pushing back the fluttering warmth in her belly. "I... I am the Elder. I serve the village. I am not... I will notā"
"Ah, so the Elder speaks," Julian interrupted, "but Erica is trembling. Two women in one body... and which one will I unravel first?"
Ericaās chest tightened. The Elder wanted to turn away, to gather the shards of dignityābut Erica arched slightly, betraying the pull she couldnāt deny.
"Stop... you shouldnātā" she gasped, though the words were more Erica than Elder. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steel herself, and when she opened them, Julianās smirk dared her again.
"See?" he murmured, his eyes tracing the line of her spine, as if his gaze alone could caress her skin. "The Elder wants to be untouched, unshaken... but Erica wants to burn. Sheās panting, trembling, and I havenāt even touched her yet."
A flush spread across her neck, creeping slow and venomous to her chest. The Elder fought back: "I am not... I do not... you will notā"
"Shh," Julian cut through her denial with a whisper. "Let Erica speak. Let her confess what the Elder hides. Let them
both
feel me."
The inner battle raged visibly in her posture: shoulders tensing, then relaxing; breaths quickening then calming. Julian could see it clearly, and it made his grin widen. He didnāt need to touch her yetāher own body was betraying her, splitting into the two conflicting selves.
"Elder," he whispered low, "control your Erica... if you can."
She flinched at the sound of her name, the fragile wall inside her cracking. "I... Iā" The Elder tried to assert dominance, but Ericaās desire surged, and her whisper broke free: "I... I
want
..."
Julianās eyes glittered, savoring the fracture he had forced open. "Ah. Thatās what I
thought
. Erica canāt stay silent. And the Elder... sheās realizing it, isnāt she?"
Her hands fell to her thighs, caressing the heat without realizing. "I... I am the Elder... I amā"
"Admit it," Julian interrupted, his grin wicked. "Say it. Tell me how badly you want me."
Her breath hitched and something inside her snapped. The Elder tensed, trying to retreat into disciplineābut Erica exploded past it.
"I want you! Fuck me, Julian! Fuck me! Iām so wet for youāI... I canāt... Iā"
Julianās grin widened, the sound of her confession a drug to him. He placed a hand behind her waist, close enough to feel her ass.
"Oh, thatās it, isnāt it?" he purred, voice thick with satisfaction. "Erica spilling herself, begging like a filthy little slut while the Elder tries to stay upright? Gods, youāve been hiding this from everyone... and I get to watch you melt for me."
Her back arched involuntarily, her dress slipping slightly as her confession continued. "I... I canāt... I want it... I want you inside me! Iāve been hiding it... hiding me... but I canāt... I need it... I need
you
!"
Julianās fingers now ghosted along her thighs, brushing over the fabric but not yet plunging further. "Youāre dripping, arenāt you? All this discipline, all this Elder nonsense, and youāre soaking for me.
Say it again
."
"I... Iām wet! Iām dripping! I want your cock inside me! Iām... Iām yours! Fuck me, Julian! Pleaseāplease!"
He laughed low, watching her tremble. "Thatās right," he murmured. "Say it all. Admit it. Youāre mine tonight, every part of you... the obedient Elder and the filthy little Erica."
Her moans mixed with gasps, her arousal spiking to peak as the tension finally broke, leaving only raw, lewd desire. She had surrendered, and Julianās grin promised that he would exploit every ounce of it.
He stepped fully in front of her, his eyes roaming over her hungrily.
"Stand," he commanded.
The Elder froze for a heartbeat, but the pull of desire was too strong. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she rose.
"Good," Julian nodded. "Now... turn around."
Her body stiffened, but she obeyed, her head low, her breaths shallow and trembling. When she faced away from him, he could see every subtle movementāthe faint tremor running through her arms, the shiver in her legs and every tiny twitch betraying the storm within her.
"Now lean forward. Hands on the chair."
She froze for a moment, caught in the intoxicating pull of his command. Slowly, she bent inch by an inch, her body now moving against her will. Her hands reached for the armrests, fingers curling tightly around the polished wood.
The position caused her hips to tilt, the fabric of her dress slipping further to reveal the smooth curve of her lower back. A delicious shiver ran through her as the heat between her thighs spread, her body aching under the hungry gaze of Julian.
His hand glided down the arc of her spine, making her shiver before his grip tightened painfully on her hips.
"Fuck... look at you," he breathed against her ear. "The Elder of the village, bent like a bitch waiting to be bred."
"Mmhh...." A strangled moan slipped out before she bit her lip to choke it back. "Donātādonāt call meā"
"Shut up," Julian cut her off, his one hand yanking her dress aside to reveal the naked curve of her ass. He then pressed his bulge into the softness of her flesh, letting her feel how thick he was.
"Listen to you," he murmured. "All those little sounds. Youāre not Elder right nowāyouāre Erica. My slut. My fucktoy."
Her nails dug deeper into the chair, the wood creaking under her grip.
"GodsāRael..." she whimpered, her voice rising each second.
Then, suddenly, without any words, he pulled back. The air rushed into her lungs and she finally took a breath of relief. Slowly, she turned her head around and their eyes met for a brief moment. Julian was standing tall, his hands working with the belt around his waist. With a slow, deliberate motion, he loosened it and shoved his trousers down.
"You know whatās coming, donāt you?" he murmured, his smirk sharp enough to cut.