The silence in the treehouse was heavy, filled only by the sound of their breathing and the faint, rhythmic pulsing of the enchantments woven into the walls.
Hydra stood with her back pressed gently against the smooth, living wood, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
Jax's presence was a gravitational pull, overwhelming and absolute, and the weight of her own desire, crystallized over centuries of isolation and longing, was suddenly terrifyingly real.
She hadn't felt this way before, but now finally, being alone with him in such a perfect environment, it sent her into overdrive, the years of being alone, the lack of pleasure for so long, her crush on him, all of it overwhelmed her.
"Jax," she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a prayer, "Please my King! I want this. I want you. As a reward... for saving me, for allowing me to be here with you,"
