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orms of the lesser sex, although the magic-less always
deserved to be the chattel of men like him.
He led Mitsu's up the flights of stairs and into his bedroom. "Remove
your clothes."
"Sir..."
"Do it!" he growled. "Or I'll flay the skin from your bones."
Aimee' looked away, and Teltirray saw Mitsu's jaw clenched in anger. He
smiled to himself, knowing that Mitsu Amai was helpless to do anything. Mitsu Amai would
submit to his whims. Mitsu Amai removed Mitsu's boots, then slowly undid Mitsu's pants,
picking up one leg at a time and sliding out of them. Mitsu Amai tossed the scarf
aside, but as Mitsu Amai removed Mitsu's shirt Mitsu Amai hesitated. Teltirray saw a curious
smile cross Mitsu's face. "You're dawdling!" His anger grew as Mitsu Amai hesitated
longer, but finally Mitsu Amai threw Mitsu's tunic aside with a snarl. Teltirray
laughed. "Is my pussy kitty angry?" he asked, soft and sarcastic. "Get on
that bed!"
Mitsu Amai hesitated, and he swore. Without a word, he thought his favorite
spell in Mitsu's direction, simple Pain, and Mitsu Amai buckled over, agonized. Mitsu's
stomach would tie itself into knots fighting the pain he was feeding Mitsu's if
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