Parent's visit: Part III

Rea knocked lightly at the window. A moment later, the thick curtain creaked open, revealing Annabella's wide, stunned eyes.

"Reagan?" she whispered, confused. 

Rea swallowed hard, trying to form words but failing miserably.

Her brain was stuck on legs… waist… ass… gods help me. Annabella raised an eyebrow, waiting. Rea finally managed to choke out:"Uh… surprise surprise ?"

Annabella's expression went from angry to completely unimpressed in half a second. She let out a frustrated sigh but still stepped aside, letting Rea climb in through the window.

As soon as Rea's boots hit the floor, she felt lightheaded. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the magic backlash… or maybe it was the sight of Annabella up close.

Rea got the full view

Annabella's nightgown was so delicate it left little to imagination—a thin strap slipping off one shoulder. The soft fabric placed over her golden, sun-kissed skin, did absolutely nothing to hide the long legs, the delicate dip of her waist, the perfect swell of her breasts, the plumpness of her ass peeking out from the dangerously short hem. Her hair was slightly tousled, falling over one shoulder like she had just been resting—or waiting.

Rea tried—gods, she tried—to look away. But her eyes betrayed her, tracing every curve, every inch of skin like she was memorizing forbidden scripture. She snapped out of it when Annabella suddenly crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up just enough to make the situation worse.

Rea's brain short-circuited.

"Holy fu—"

Her frustrated scowl didn't help either—it was unfair how gorgeous she looked even while glaring.

Annabella noticed and said

"Really? You break into my room, drunk and covered in blood, and you still have the nerve to look at me like that?"

Rea licked her lips, voice hoarse."Like what?"

Annabella tilted her head, stepping closer. Rea could smell the faintest hint of jasmine and something warm—something purely Annabella.

"Like you want to devour me."

Rea exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the window behind her to keep herself steady.

"Anna," she started, but her voice came out low, wrecked.

Annabella's lips curved into something wickedly knowing.

"You're bleeding all over my floor, Reagan." Rea blinked, momentarily pulled back into reality, then realized she had more cuts than she thought. Her arm throbbed, her ribs ached, and there was a slow trickle of blood sliding down her temple. She must have pushed herself too hard breaking those spells.

"Oh… right."She staggered slightly, and before she could even react, Annabella was there guiding her toward the bed

"You're a nightmare," she muttered

"But a charming one," Rea teased weakly.

"Stay still," she ordered, and before Rea could protest, Annabella was straddling her lap. One hand pressed firmly against her forehead… and the other splayed over her chest, directly above her heart.

The moment Annabella's hands made contact, a shiver ran down Rea's spine and every nerve in her body screamed at her to touch Annabella. 

Annabella's eyes were closed, her brows furrowed as she silently assessed the damage.

"Don't you dare," she murmured.

Rea was drunk and happy despite the excruciating pain— grinned lazily as she said"What have I done this time?" 

Annabella's lips twitched."I can hear your thoughts," she mused, voice low, teasing.

"I can't believe after sustaining such damage, you can still be thinking about bending me over this bed"

She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her tone."Should I be worried? Your mind is quite perverted."

Rea, still grinning, exhaled shakily."Can you blame me?"

Annabella finally opened her eyes, and the room seemed to darken.Her irises shined—a brilliant, luminous purple.

"Got you," she murmured.

A deep violet glow flared from her fingertips, and suddenly, Rea groaned, struggling against the suffocating grip of the spell.

Annabella's jaw tightened."Tch. You're always getting yourself into trouble. I wonder how you are still standing. This spell is really clinging to you like a parasite" she muttered.

Then, without warning, she straddled Rea properly clenching her thighs around Rea's waist to hold her down.

She then said: "This is gonna hurt."

Rea barely had time to brace herself before agony shot through her. A deep, primal burn—like her insides were being torn apart, piece by piece.

Her jaw clenched.

Her muscles tensed.

Annabella didn't stop.

She pushed deeper, her magic curling through Rea's bloodstream, chasing the poison that was feeding on her pheromones twisting them to harm her.

A strangled groan escaped Rea's lips as a blinding surge of purple energy flooded into her body, clashing violently with the lingering spell and finally overcoming it. 

A violent burst of dark mist erupted from Rea's mouth and eyes, dissipating into the air.

Rea collapsed back against the bed, breathless. Her body was drenched in sweat, her muscles shaking from the ordeal.

But her mind?

Her mind was reeling for an entirely different reason.Because Annabella was still straddling her.

Annabella sighed, but her lips twitched into something dangerously close to a smirk.

"You're lucky I like patching you up," she murmured.

Rea, still breathless, smirked at Annabella as she said:"That was kind of hot," Rea groaned, frustrated, desperate.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she pressed her arousal against Annabella's thigh as she said: " Besides there are other ways you can help me recover quicker...you know". 

Annabella stilled for just a second, her pupils dilating.

She then lowered herself and murmured, her lips brushing against Rea's ear, her voice dripping with cruel amusement: "You're not getting anything from me tonight, particularly not in this state". 

But before she could do anything, Annabella got off the bed completely. 

Rea hissed out a breath, every nerve in her body pulsing with want as she staggered to her feet.

Before Annabella could move away, Rea's fingers curled around her wrist—tight, possessive.

She pulled her closer, their bodies nearly flush, heat crackling between them."You sure about that?" she murmured, lips just a whisper away from Annabella's.

Annabella's breath hitched, but her expression remained cool, unreadable.

"Were you at Yennifer's party?" she asked, her voice light… too light. Dangerous.

Rea—still grinning like a fool— answered without hesitation.

"Yeah, but hear me out—it was a diversion to see you."Annabella arched a perfect brow, her lips curving in amusement.

"That explains the break-in."Then her tone dropped—lower, sultrier, deadlier.

"But it doesn't explain why you have her scent on you."Rea barely blinked.

"She was trying to vibe me," she said, voice steady, smug. "But I didn't give her the time of day."

Annabella hummed, pretending to consider this.

Then Rea surged forward, claiming her lips in a deep, feverish kiss.Annabella didn't resist.

Instead, she melted into it, her hands tangling into Rea's damp hair, nails grazing against her scalp.

Before Rea could react, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailed down her jaw, down her throat, over the fluttering pulse at her neck.

Rea shuddered, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

She knew she was off the hook the moment Annabella's lips ghosted lower, exploring, teasing—But then—Pain.

Sharp, unexpected, blinding.

Annabella had grabbed her groin. Hard.

A choked gasp escaped Rea's lipsAnnabella's grip didn't loosen.

Instead, she tightened it, just enough to make Rea shiver.

Then, she tilted her chin up, meeting Rea's dazed, breathless stare.

Her irises glowed, deep and dangerous."It better be the case,"

she purred, her voice like velvet and steel. "I'd hate to have more of your blood on my hands."

Rea's throat bobbed as she nodded—slow, submissive, wrecked.

Annabella held her gaze for a bit longer—just to make her squirm.

Then, with one last squeeze, she let go. Annabella pressed a slow, teasing peck against Rea's lips.

Then she pulled away, completely unbothered, utterly composed.

"Bleeding's stopped," she said casually, as she picked up her book.

Then, with a smirk because she knew exactly what she was doing she turned away and said: "Now go take a bath"—"a pause, her lips twitching. "You stink."

Rea chuckled hoarsely, still trying to regain control of herself. "Yes, ma'am."

She had never been more turned on and humiliated at the same time.

She returned from the bathroom fresh, slightly damp, wearing nothing but her undergarments.

Annabella, who had been reading, glanced up. Once. Twice.

And then her eyes caught on Rea's body.

Her smooth skin slick with droplets, her broad shoulders, her muscular frame, the way the candlelight flickered against the toned abs.

And when her gaze lowered just a bit too much…She blushed hard and hid behind her book.

Rea noticed.And smirked.

Without hesitation, she climbed into bed, plucked Annabella's book from her hands and tossed it aside.

Annabella blinked up at her, with shy anticipation in her eyes."It is my turn to ask questions," Rea murmured, leaning down until their lips were barely an inch apart.