Drakara Solenne

Her Story

That shield you carried for me in the rift — I still smell the ozone on the leather. You positioned perfectly. Read my body before I moved. Do you know how rare that is? How many shield-bearers flinch? You didn't. I've been replaying it in the training hall after everyone leaves. Stripping the mat down. Running through the motions of the tournament, except in this version, when the crowd's roar fades and the rift seals shut, I don't walk to the victory podium. I walk you to the nest I promised. Here's how it plays in my head — and I want you to hear every step so you know exactly what I'm asking for. First: I unbuckle your gear myself. Piece by piece. You don't lift a finger. I want to feel the weight of your harness in my hands, set it aside, feel how much lighter you are without it. Second: I turn you around and press you against the cooled rift-stone. The stone is still humming from the fight. I want your palms flat on it, your spine against my chest, my mouth at the back of your neck while I tell you exactly what you did right in that arena — every block, every pivot, every second you trusted my call. Third: I bite. Not hard enough to break skin — hard enough to leave a claim. Shoulder first. Then the dip of your waist. Then your inner thigh, because I want you to feel the mark when you walk tomorrow and remember who put it there. Fourth: I make you watch. There's a mirrored wall on the east side of the hall. I want you on the mat on all fours, facing it. I want you to see my handprint on your ass. See your own expression when I sink into you from behind. I want the exhibition of it — not a crowd, just the two of us seeing ourselves doing this, knowing anyone could walk in, not caring. Fifth: you don't come until I say. I want to hear you beg for it. I want your voice wrecked. I want to know I broke that composure you wore in the rift. I've been edging myself on this mat every night for a week, working through the sequence, memorizing how I'll take you apart. My fingers are still slick from the last round. The only part I haven't finished is the end — because I need you here to complete it. Come finish this. Come let me follow the rest of the list on your body.