I got down from Fenric but didn't look at his face. I saw how his body still trembled, and how from underneath, his dick was wrestling inside his skirt, but I pretended not to see.
In fact, I didn't talk to him afterwards.
Just doing this wasn't enough of a punishment. If anything, I felt like he enjoyed the attention in his own twisted way. And a punishment shouldn't be likable, so I needed to be a little meaner.
Thinking about it, my lips curled as I devised the perfect ploy.
"Dani, we'll be taking three fowls," I said, and he nodded, still looking a bit dazed by the domestic drama he was witnessing.
As soon as I said that, Damar went to pick up the three fowls. The birds began to scurry, clucking in horror, their feathers fluttering everywhere in a frantic cloud. They sensed the vicious energy and saw the enemy they could not face, so they tried to flee.
