Lecherous

Surrounded by Fire,the Passion Ignites

She awoke on the floor the next morning. Her throat dry as a desert , stomach grumbling for food, eyes misted with sleep . Brain foggy, her side sore from the hardness beneath it.
" Hello,ugly," she croaked tiredly.
The goblin eyed her wordlessly, holding out a chocolate chip - granola bar in one hand,and a bottle of soda water in the other.
She quickly consumed both,and then sat aimless , watching the little beast depart.
Had Morgana sent those items?
Why hadn't she come back?
Where was she...

The hours passed as slowly as a pregnant hippogriff. Her thoughts flapped about like lost birds in the endless wilderness of her great many memories.
Douxie's laughter, Archie's deadpan humor, the Latino boy's fascination with her hedge - wizard world, Merlin's eyes of Carolina blue ...
Morgana's words, a bright flame that rekindled the dying embers of her waning soul, her kindness inspiring courage and endurance.
Zoe heard a tortured scream.
" No...no, please,let me go , you're burning me ! Aiiiii!!! "
"Morgana!" she breathed, jumping to her feet. Her heart quailed, but she squashed down her fear, focusing on the fact that Morgana was being punished viciously and unfairly...
Zoe raced to Bellroc's quarters ;steeled, mettled. She shut her eyes, drawing on her magic as she inhaled and counted, one palm raised before the door.
" Luxa decaelo,animai mea."
Incandescent, violently magenta magic blasted the door , breaking it into dozens and dozens of pieces, splinters flying everywhere.
"Raaurgh!" snarled Bellroc.
Morgana's Japanese laurel bush - green eyes gazed into hers,they were pained, scared,helpless.
She was pulling away from the pyromancer with all her strength, tears streaming down her cheeks, whimpers and sobs escaping through clenched teeth.
" She did nothing wrong!" Zoe cried ,outrage and indignation rising within her.
Bellroc released the shadowmancer from their grip, letting her drop limply to the floor where she lay softly crying,hand over her face.
" This does not concern you, Velgur. She is being put in her place,for her disrespect. As you will be,for your audacity."

They marched forward until she'd pressed herself against the wall,shoved her backwards into it regardless, provoking a trembling lip and pleading whine .A hand grabbed her throat, thin fingers caging it and threatening to apply pressure.
She'd better think of a way to evade punishment - a way for herself and poor organa - and fast.
Bellroc disclosed their teeth in a primally savage expression , leaning in close, their other hand dropping their staff and reaching for her throat as well.
Morgana lay as if playing dead, gazing at Zoe in helpless dismay,tears still flowing.
It struck her,the way she was positioned,with her body to the wall and the demigod's own so close.
If this doesn't work, they'll stick their staff up my butt and roast me...
She must try this,and not just for her own sake.

The mage tilted her head to one side, eyes innocently wide ,lips forming a coy smile,lashes fluttering. Bellroc growled,then,made a sort of confused noise in their throat.
Zoe stretched up on tiptoe and locked lips with them, both hands delicately gripping their nearest wrist . She shut her eyes whilst wearing a coquettish mask , and waited for death.
Bellroc tasted like morning mouth,but their lips were luscious and lovely to kiss.
... Somehow,I'm not dead yet.
Bellroc pushed themselves against her and deepened the kiss, their earlier anger vanished,hands slipping into the dress and tugging the sleeves from her shoulders, causing the outfit to disclose her chest.
Their two voices made simultaneous chesty noises of pleasure ,as they felt her bust and back and hair .
She winced at the sting of their nails scarifying the skin of her shoulder blades and neck .
Bellroc abruptly stopped, huffing from excitement, staring blankly at her. Her heart jolted in trepidation.
Their hands were on her hips; their mouth was almost touching her face; their body was right up against hers.
Their head turned to her right,and she followed their gaze.