Third sat nervously behind his desk, sipping tea and staring blankly at the ornate clock on the wall. The ticking hands seemed to mock him, counting down the seconds until she arrived. Soviet, the tall, muscular woman who had both haunted and delighted his dreams for months. He couldn't help but reflect on their past encounters, the way she moved, the sound of her voice, and the pleasure she brought him.
A knock at the door startled Third from his thoughts. He called out, his voice wavering, for the visitor to enter. The door slowly creaked open, revealing the very woman he had been thinking of. Soviet, her tall frame filling the doorway, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Third, you look like you've seen a ghost," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "You're usually not this jumpy."
Third stood, stumbling over his words as he tried to greet her. In his haste, he knocked over his teacup, spilling the amber liquid onto his desk. Soviet chuckled, shaking her head.
"Clumsy as ever, I see," she said, stepping forward to help him clean up. Her touch sent a jolt through him, and he felt his face grow warm.
"It's just a one-time thing," he protested, his voice weak.
Soviet raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Sure, sure. You always were a terrible liar, Third."
She took a seat across from him, her gaze never leaving his face. Third felt self-conscious under her stare, unable to meet her eyes. He fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve, trying to compose himself.
"So, about that invitation," Soviet began, her voice low and sultry. "What do you have planned for the night?"
Third stuttered, trying to come up with a response. "I-I thought we could take a tour of the castle. Show you around, maybe?"
Soviet's smirk grew. "A tour, hm? I'm sure that will be...enlightening."
She stood, offering her hand to Third. He took it, feeling a spark ignite between them as their fingers intertwined. Together, they left the room, leaving a trail of sexual tension behind them.
As they walked through the castle, Soviet's playful insults and teasing comments kept Third on his toes. He found himself stumbling over his words, tripping over his feet, and blushing at the slightest touch. But despite his nerves, he couldn't help but feel a thrill at being in Soviet's presence.
The night was young, and the castle was their playground. Third couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for them.
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