Advent Calendar For Reverse Harem Readers
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She stared at a storefront, recognizing the magical energy within it, and pulled me through the door. We stepped in, and the man behind the counter glued his eyes to her.
At first, her beauty enthralled him, but he shook his head to get those bad bad thoughts out of his mind. His brown eyes narrowed on her, blaming her for his sinful desire. “What can I do ya’ for?”
I took the list from her when she pulled it out of her pocket and took control of the situation, hoping to ease his nerves. “My lady is in need of some supplies.”
He snatched the list. “You live in the area?”
“Yes. We normally go to the other side of the river, but they are plagued with yellow fever.”
“Disaster affects us all it seems,” he grunted, reading over the list. “At least half of this is out of question, our crops quit growin’.”
“That is unfortunate. Please provide anything that is available.” Esmerey nodded politely.
I knew she made a mistake when his eyes snapped to her with a heated accusation swimming in them. “Won’t be long before our herds die.”
“Is there a reason you are glaring at my lady?” I asked him.
“Her hair is red.” He referred to an old superstition that red hair was evidence of witchcraft. The belief stemmed from sol witches, and there was a kernel of truth to it. However, not every redhead on the planet was a witch, and not all witches had red hair. This was an unfortunate side effect to humans witnessing sol witches wield fire, thus aligning them with Satan.
“It is. Her father is Scottish,” I lied, using my free hand to gently push her silky hair behind her ear. It was even softer than I thought it would be. How long had it been since I touched a woman? Unable to resist, I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. “It is such a lovely shade for a lovely face, is it not?”
“Her dress is red.”
“She likes the color. I purchased it as a gift. Red accentuates her glorious perfection.”
A pink blush filled her cheeks in response to my compliment. Our eyes met, and the flames in her gaze fanned my own cravings. My entire body warmed like her magic spread through me, and my cock twitched in my trousers.
“She’s bewitched you!” He pointed an accusing finger at me, breaking my trance. “That explains your peculiar eyes and hair. She stole your soul right out of your cock.”
He reached to grab something behind the counter, but she yanked out one of her wyretooth blades and held it against his throat. “Hands where I can see them.”
I realized my hair turned bright iridescent pink in response to my lust. Instead of dwelling on my lack of focus, I grinned playfully at the witch who tempted me. “Witches can steal souls out of cocks now?”
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