I came to the tower as Tabitha's rival. The enchanted estate was meant to be divided between us. Now every shared task turns into her claiming me as the magic requires.
She commands my surrender and my body answers. Each collaboration turns into her claiming me as the magic demands, and I yield while denying how much I need her to keep going further.
I could walk away from her dominance and end this arrangement. I stay because the thought of her no longer possessing me is unbearable.
Dark medieval fantasy erotica featuring ritual power exchange between rival sorceresses. For readers who crave dominant women claiming their yielding partners through magic.
