'This man... he's no angel—he's the devil!' Frieda thought, her face twisted in frustration, her body still trembling from the sudden withdrawal that had left her on the brink of release.
"Don't look at me like that," Alex chuckled, catching her glare with a teasing smile. "All you have to do is pleasure me like I've been pleasuring you. Simple enough, right?" he asked, his tone soft yet commanding.
Frieda hesitated, her breath shallow. Her body was still ablaze, aching to feel that overwhelming pleasure again. She knew what he wanted—what he was not so subtly asking of her. Part of her screamed to resist, to hold on to her pride, but the other part pulsed with raw desire. Should she give in, she wondered.
But Alex had no intention of letting her dwell on it.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the clothes he wore dissolved into smoke, vanishing just like his mantle had earlier. Now fully exposed before her, he sat with ease beneath her, her hands resting against the warmth of his bare chest.
Frieda froze for a moment, stunned by the sudden reveal. But as her eyes slowly took in the sight before her, the magnetic pull she felt earlier returned, stronger and more consuming than ever.
'H-He's perfect,' she thought, almost breathless, her mind spiraling out of control.
Not only was he devilishly handsome, but he also had a body that looked as if it had been directly sculpted by the gods themselves. How was that fair? And most of all, how was she meant to resist such a sight?
Slowly, her gaze traveled from his face downward as she admired his body — from his toned and broad chest, to his defined abs and sculpted muscles that looked as though they had been carved from marble — soft to the eye, yet radiating a strength as solid as steel.
As her gaze continued downward, her eyes eventually landed between his legs — and what she saw made her freeze on the spot.
'W-Wait… when he said I had to pleasure him, he didn't mean I'd have to deal with that thing, right?' she thought, her pupils trembling in disbelief as she stared at Alex's half-erect cock. 'It's almost as big as my arm… and it's not even fully hard yet!'
In that moment, genuine hesitation welled up inside her. The sheer size alone was enough to intimidate her. But before she could gather her thoughts or voice any kind of protest, she felt something press against her thigh and before long, one of Alex's fingers had found its way back inside her, slipping in slowly — and just like that, her mind went blank, overwhelmed once more by the wave of ecstasy crashing through her.
"Mmm~"
Frieda tried to stifle her moan by biting down on her lower lip, but it was useless as a cry of desire clawed its way out of her throat.
Alex grinned at the sight of her squirming, and without warning, slipped a second finger inside her soaked and welcoming pussy, fingering her with the same deliberate rhythm and maddening precision as before.
It didn't take long for Frieda to feel herself on the brink once again, her body tensing, her breath catching as she approached what promised to be one of the most explosive orgasms of her life. But just like the first time — right at the exact moment of climax — Alex withdrew his fingers, leaving her trembling and completely denied of release.
"No, no, no, why?!" Frieda cried out, her voice shaking as she gasped, "Why would you stop?!" Tears welled in her eyes.
'Heh, she looks kinda cute like that,' Alex mused, watching her with amusement before calmly replying, "Didn't I tell you before?" He said, his tone even. "If you want me to pleasure you, then you'll have to do the same for me."
Frieda glared at him for a brief moment, her cheeks flushed, before nodding reluctantly — looking more like a sad puppy than the fierce woman she had been minutes ago.
"Don't look so sad. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it," Alex said as he gently lifted Frieda off his lap.
"Now kneel and suck it," Alex commanded, pointing at his still half-erect dick.
Seeing that she didn't move or say anything after a couple of minutes, he nodded and stood up. "Very well, I will take my leave then."
The swirling smoke around him coalesced as his mantle of smoke reformed around his shoulders. Without looking back, he began walking toward the door.
"Wait!" Frieda cried out upon seeing him about to leave. "I will do it!"
However, despite her sudden change of heart, Arcanor continued walking until he stopped right before the door, one hand already on the handle. "Too bad. You weren't fast enough. Next time maybe."
With that, he turned the handle and walked out of the office, leaving behind a crestfallen Frieda.
***
'Now what to do?' Alex pondered as he made his way toward the exit of the mansion.
What had happened with Frieda didn't bother him much. She had refused to comply with his command, so he decided to teach her a lesson by walking away. What he wanted her to understand was that when he told her to pleasure him, it wasn't a demand or a plea—it was part of a mutual arrangement. Their relationship was based on give and take. If she couldn't bring herself to pleasure him after he did the same for her, then there was no reason for them to continue.
Anyway, if what the goddess had said was true, then Frieda would come looking for him in the days to come. And even if she didn't—who cared? He still had his wives, and all of them were great beauties and are far more devoted to him than she was.
All of that, however, remained in the back of his mind. What he was really thinking about was what to do next, now that his main source of entertainment had been abruptly cut off.
'Perhaps I should visit Talia and the girls?' he mused as he stepped out of Frieda's mansion.
The moment he did, he found himself face-to-face with a young guard whose face he remembered quite clearly.
Feeling the cold gaze of Arcanor on him again, the guard bowed respectfully.
Alex didn't return the gesture and simply walked past him. He knew it was petty, and the guard wasn't truly at fault, but he still didn't like him. This young man was none other than the one that had interrupted him and Freya a few hours ago during their intimate moments, and just being near him made Alex feel like slapping him. So, he chose to ignore him entirely.
"Wait, sir!" the guard suddenly called out, prompting Alex to halt and glance back over his shoulder.
The guard shivered under his gaze but mustered the courage to speak. "The Matriarch ordered me to inform you that the auction will begin shortly, and that she wishes to meet you at the auction house."
"Very well. Lead me to her then," he immediately replied, resuming his stride.
'Looks like I won't have to look for a distraction after all,' he thought.
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At the same time, as the guard led Alex to the Drazen family auction house, in that very place, within another one of her offices, Freya sat across from Kizzarae.
"So, what's this serious matter you wanted to discuss?" Freya asked, taking a graceful sip of her tea, her expression calm but attentive.
Kizzarae was tempted to tease her about the way she spoke so formally, but in the end, she forced herself to remain focused.
"I won't beat around the bush," Kizzarae said firmly. "There's a chance the Queen may decide to sever the contract between the witches and the Drazen family in the coming weeks due to the looming war between the Fiore Empire and Gast kingdom."