Setting Sail

Cierzo's heart pounded as Cifarelli's intentions became clear, his possessive gaze sending shivers down her spine. She felt the heat of his admiration, her own cheeks flushed with a mix of fear and anticipation. His scent was overwhelming, mingling with her own, and it took all her willpower to stay focused.

When Cifarelli leaned in, stealing a dominating kiss, Cierzo's breath caught in her throat. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it with a ferocity that left her trembling. She tasted the raw power and dominance in his snarl, her mind reeling from the intensity of the moment. The brief glimpse of his arousal only heightened her anxiety, a reminder of what he could demand from her.

As he pulled away, leading her towards the source of Azoula's perfume, Cierzo struggled to steady herself. The large tigress came into view, exuding an air of authority as she lounged atop the boulder. Cierzo felt a pang of dread, knowing that any misstep could bring about dire consequences. Had she made a mistake, she could only wonder.

Obediently, she moved to settle in front of Cifarelli, her body tense with apprehension. She could feel his presence looming behind her, his way of reminding her of his control. She glanced at Azoula, then quickly lowered her eyes, trying to mask her fear. She needed to show obedience, to prove her worth as at least a slave, it was all she knew to do.

With a deep breath, Cierzo prepared herself for whatever command would come next.

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