Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Witch of Fate’s Great Call - Chapter 10
Vylon scoffed but controlled himself. He removed his hands from her clothes, which he’d been on the verge of stripping off, and continued with softer kisses.
He relaxed and suckled lightly on her lips. The way he pressed and lingered was both frustrating and oddly stimulating. The contrast between his earlier roughness and this sudden gentleness made her feel strangely flustered.
Get a grip. You’re not really here for this.
She tried to remind herself, but Vylon buried his nose against her neck just under her jaw, tickling her. When she tried to turn her head away, his strong hand held her face in place.
“Look at me.”
He was relentless in keeping her gaze on him. When she looked into his eyes, breathless, he seemed pleased and kissed her again, as if praising her.
Why isn’t he passing out? If this keeps going, things will get serious!
Kalynia, starting to feel cornered, couldn’t push him away as he pressed his body against hers. He was moving slowly enough that she had no excuse to refuse him.
As her mind raced for a solution, she felt herself growing dizzier from the increasingly deep kisses.
“This is strange. Why are you unaffected by seeing me?”
Vylon murmured, stroking her face with a conflicted expression.
Kalynia tilted her head in confusion, and he relaxed, releasing the furrowed crease in his brow.
“So, a princess’s kiss really does work…”
He muttered something cryptic, trailing off without finishing his thought. Though he seemed a bit unsettled, his expression shifted to one of decision.
His hand slid under Kalynia’s skirt, caressing her soft inner thigh before lifting her ankle.
“I suppose you’re prepared for what you’ve tempted me into?”
She could vividly feel his arousal pressing against her.
Prepared? Not even close.
Kalynia swallowed the words that came to her lips and nodded instead. If this continued, she would truly end up at the mercy of a human king, and worse, the grandson of Snow White, Grimdelwald’s sworn enemy.
Please, anesthetic, kick in already. Why isn’t it working?!
Desperately hoping, she saw him start to remove her shoes.
She could tolerate the kisses and his hands on her legs, but she couldn’t allow him to take her shoes. Without them, she’d have no way to defend herself if things went south.
With all her might, Kalynia kicked him away and scrambled off the bed while he was caught off guard.
“…Are you telling me to go even slower?”
Vylon frowned in irritation but asked calmly, clearly trying not to let his voice show his anger.
To the seemingly gentle Vylon, Kalynia shouted,
“As if I’d ever do it with someone like you!”
It seemed that what she thought was an anesthetic needle was actually something else. She’d thought she’d prepared everything carefully, but to make such a mistake!
Despite her frustration at this miscalculation, she had no time to feel defeated. Kalynia clicked her heels together. Instantly, a swarm of crows materialized behind her.
They weren’t real crows but paper ones. The magic wouldn’t hold long, as they were too fragile, but they’d buy her a little time.
While the crows kept Vylon occupied, she rushed to the mirror and tried to pull it off the wall.
“Why won’t it budge?!”
No matter how hard she pulled, the mirror wouldn’t come free. Whatever was securing it to the wall was incredibly solid.
Kalynia strained until her face flushed red, pressing one leg against the wall to get leverage, but it was no use.
Are the crows holding him off?
She glanced toward Vylon, only to freeze in shock.
Vylon was advancing on her with a murderous expression, sword in hand. Her paper crows lay scattered on the floor, torn to shreds, long since useless.
“So that’s what felt off… you’re a witch, aren’t you?”
Realizing her cover was blown, a cold sweat broke down Kalynia’s back. She started to back away slowly.
Thankfully, Vylon stopped in place, though he still aimed his blade at her, glaring with a cold, dangerous gaze.
Yet, it wasn’t just his sword that was standing up.
She could see his arousal was still very much present.
“In this situation, and you’re still… are you insane?”
Kalynia gasped, stepping back quickly, terrified of what he might do if he caught her. Forget the magic mirror—surviving came first.
She clicked her heels to cloak herself in invisibility.
Vylon flinched as she suddenly vanished.
It was a useful spell, but one she couldn’t sustain long with her limited abilities. Kalynia carefully and quietly made her way toward the balcony, hoping to escape before the spell wore off.
“Weren’t you here to kill me? Show yourself, Witch!”
As Vylon scanned the room, Kalynia hurried to the balcony and leapt off.
T/N: not only the sword’s standing up ?? HAHAHA this has me dying from laughing too hard lmaooooo
