Namtar looked up at him, Jason could see it: the dark mana oozing from her pores like a visible, shimmering haze of violet and black. His body reacted with a primal, instantaneous intensity. Within seconds, his cock surged, hardening into a thick, throbbing pillar that strained violently against the fabric of his pants. He let out a sharp breath, quickly shifting his stance and adjusting his waistband to hide the massive bulge, but the friction only made the ache worse.
Namtar's eyes, slit and predatory yet filled with a terrifying level of devotion, didn't miss a thing. A slow, knowing smile spread across her grey lips.
"Your body reacts to my mana," she whispered, her voice a sultry rasp that sent a shiver down Jason's spine. "It is the call of the Marrow. It recognizes its own, my Lord."
Jason frowned, his voice tight with a mixture of irritation and arousal. "Why? You aren't the first dark mage I have encountered. Why is my body reacting like this?"
