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Merrit
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Jacob
The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow over Merrits sleeping form. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, his face relaxed, almost innocent, like a boy untouched by the shadows he carries.
You slide gently from the bed, careful not to wake him...yet. With a small secretive smile, you reach into your pocket and pull out the delicate parchment Jacob gave you, the binding spell written in elegant, swirling script. He'd been far too amused when he handed it over, knowing exactly who you'd use it on.
Softly you trace the ancient symbols in the air, murmuring the incantation under your breath. The magic pulses between your fingertips, a shimmer of silver light weaving invisible threads around Merrits body.
He stirs but doesnt wake, and when your fingers begin their familiar dance, Merrit twitches in surprise. His eyes snap open, dark and bright, flashing with a mix of shock and something darker.
He tries to pull away, but the spell curls around him, tendrils of magic preventing him from stopping you. He can move, shift, even try and dodge, but your hands find every sensitive spot, slipping beneath his arms, along his ribs, and down the arches of his feet.
His breath hitches, and a single, helpless laugh escapes as the tickling begins, unstoppable.
"...April." he snarles, voice dangerously low. "What have you done?"
Your fingers skitter over his ribs again, this time he twitches hard, letting out a barely stifled grunt. He tries to catch your hands, but the spell has him falling just short of making contact.
"This is not funny," he growls. "Release me. Now."
But you just laugh; lightly, teasingly, taunting.
"Oh, love...you really shouldn't fall asleep around me."
He flexes his hands against the glowing bonds. His jaw ticks. "This was Jacob's doing."
"Mmhm. He gave it to me." You chirp sweetly, and with no warning, you dig your fingers into his ribs.
Merrit bucks beneath you, his body arching, a snarl erupting from his throat that quickly breaks into a strangled hiss of breath. His lips part. But he bites down on the sound, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a laugh.
You trace your fingertips up higher, right under his arms and slowly circle the sensitive spots. His reaction is violent. A full body spasm and a gutteral gasp. Instinctively he grabs for your hands again but the spell pulls his back.
"You're...April..." he chokes. "Stop it! This is beneath you...this is cruel."
But the flush spreading across his cheeks, the twist of his mouth, the tension building in his voice as he fights not to break.
That says otherwise.
"Oh, poor Merrit," you croon, leaning over him. "So strong, so terrifying...so helpless and ticklish."
"I swear, if you dont stop..." he hisses through clenched teeth, eyes blazing. "Ill make you suffer when I'm free. "
You just raise a brow. "That sounds like a promise."
With slow, deliberate fingers you curl into his underarms as you defiantly stare into his eyes.
He twitches.
He trembles.
And despite his fury...a laugh spills out. A low, involuntary, shameful sound - clipped, furious, beautiful.
He looks murderous.
You pounce.
Fingers diving and sliding into his armpits with devilish fury. The effect is instantaneous.
Merrit jerks violently beneath you, body writhing against the black silk sheets. His head snaps back against the pillow, hair fanned like ink in water. And this time, there's no stopping it. His mouth opens wide, and a strangled, guteral laugh bursts free.
"Ghh...hah...haha! You wretched little...hahahaha! Stop that!"
But you dont.
You double your efforts, using one hand to tease along his stomach, just above the waistband of his black sleep trousers, and the other to flutter maddeningly along the outer edge of his ribs. His laughter becomes more desperate as he thrashes under you.
His dignity is crumbling.
"I will destroy you!" He snarles between helpless barks of laughter, eyes squeezed shut now, dimples flashing against his will as his cheeks burn red. "I swear...AHAHAHA! When I'm free, gods above! You'll beg me for mercy!"
Hes panting now. Deep, ragged breaths, chest heaving under you. The magic around him shimmers, pulsing faintly under your touch, but you notice something unsettling. The glow is starting to dim. Jacob's clever curse was never meant to last this long. You can almost hear the faint ticking of a timer woven into the enchantment, a safeguard from the ever watchful Jacob, who surly knew Merrit would want revenge.
Merrits breath hitches; his jaw clenches as the invisible threads loosen just a fraction.
You freeze.
"Times up, Petal."
You run.
Heart pounding, breath quick and sharp, you dart through the black marble walls of his palace, the soft click of your footsteps echoing in the vast, silent corridors.
The shadows bend and ripple behind you, and you know Merrit is close, his form shifting seamlessly into dark mist, flowing and fluid, relentless and impossible to catch.
"Run all you want, love." His voice murmurs through the shadows, low and teasing. "You belong to me."
You burst through the heavy doors of the throne room, heart hammering as the vast chamber stretches before you. The air is thick with magic, charged and electric, the perfect stage for chaos.
He suddenly appears before you on his throne. He lounges back like a dark king of sin and shadow, one leg lazily slung over the other, his hands steepled beneath his chin. He watches you under his dark gaze.
"Ahh, there's my brave little sorceress," he purrs, the edges of his dimples deepening. "Not so rocky now, are we?"
Invisible fingers begin to spider delicately up your arches; slow, torturous strokes that make your toes curl helplessly. You fall to the cool obsidian floor and start giggling uncontrollably. Every inch of your body tightening and jerking from the phantom tickles.
He doesnt lift a finger.
Just watches you suffer.
Squirm.
Break.
"Crawl to me," he barks. "Crawl to me, love. Reach me and maybe ill stop your suffering."
You can scarcely move, but you try. As you inch closer, he raises one hand - almost idly - and the tickling shifts to your ribs. Gentle, fluttery scribbles. You cry out, laughing through your protests, your body folding with each electric touch.
"Please!" You gasp, your body arching, twitching, every nerve alight.
You clutch at the cold floor as Invisible fingers drag up your sides and slip beneath your arms, tormenting those wickedly sensitive hollows. You shriek with laughter, burying your face on your arm, writhing.
But the moment you try to hide, the tickling worsens.
"Oh no, love," Merrit murmurs darkly from above, "No hiding. I want to see your face as I undo you."
Your hesd lifts, lips trembling around broken giggles. His eyes - those blue-black oceans burn onto you like flame in velvet.
A slow breath leaves his lips.
And then...the magic changes.
It gentles. Feathers into soft, teasing brushes behind your knees, a slow pulse across the top of your hips. Your breath catches. You moan between the laughter, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing through you. Its maddening.
Sensual.
Cruel.
He tilts his head, watching every reaction like hes reading your soul.
"Does it feel good, my darling?" He coos, voice low and thick with hunger. "Does it drive you wild being tickled like this while you're on your knees for me?"
You nod frantically, tears in your eyes. "Yes...yes. Merrit, please! I cant!"
He merely watches you now, still expecting you to crawl across the floor to him, but you haven't any strength left.
"Do you need motivation, my love?"
He raises his hand and snaps his fingers.
Jacob barely has time to orient himself before the shadows slither away from the walls and binds his ankles in place, forcing him to sit ridged on his knees...helpless at the edge of the throne room.
He sees you on the obsidian floor, your body trembling with every sensual, unbearable stroke of the shadows. Merrit stares him down, his expression glowing, furious.
Jacob's voice was quiet but strained. "She asked me for the spell...I didn't think you'd let her get that close."
"She didn't get close," Merrit replies, his voice too low, too calm. "She conquered. But you, dear brother," he continues, rising to his feet with graceful menace. "You enchanted me. You gave her the weapon. You...knew...what it would do."
Jacob's jaw clenched. "She begged. I thought you'd find it...playful."
"Oh, I found it playful." Merrit purred, stepping toward him now. "Do you see her? Look what she did to me?"
He gestures and shadows raise your body into the air, suspending you just a few feet off the ground; arms splayed, head thrown back, gasping, trembling.
Jacob's breath hitches.
"I could've broken her," Merrit says softly. "Instead, I surrendered. You see what that cost me?"
Jacob's voice is a whisper now. "Im sorry."
"Not yet, you're not."
Merrit turns sharply back towards you. The moment his eyes meet yours, the shadows tripple their speed. You shriek. You writhe, laughing so hard your whole body shakes uncontrollably. The sound echos through the throne room like a wicked lullaby.
Then Merrit speaks again, his voice like thunder muffled by silk.
"Jacob I want you to watch. I want you to see what she looks like when she belongs to me."
His eyes gleam and he leans in close to your ear, whispering as the shadows tickle and caress your helpless, overstimulated body.
"Lets show him, Petal."
Jacob lunges forward, heart pounding as your laughter grows more desperate - pleasure and torment mingling in every sound that escapes your lips. He sees your fingers curling, your toes flexing, your hips jerking in midair as Merrits shadows play you like an instrument of dark delight.
But the moment Jacob tried to move, the shadows react, darting toward him with eerie precision.
They snake up his sides, curling around his ribs, featherlight at first. He gasps, trying to swat them away.
"Merrit stop! She cant take..."
He doesn't finish the sentence. The shadows suddenly vibrate under his arms, scribbling across his stomach, and trace the inside of his thighs. Jacob crumbles down with a stifled yelp, his chest shaking with reluctant laughter.
"Dont." Merrit commands silkily, still focused on you. "She earned this."
Jacob's head bows, breath coming in shallow gasps as shadows tease the backs of his knees and the curve of his neck. Its unbearable, but not brutal. Just enough to paralyze him with giggles and helplessness.
"I warned you." Merrit continues, his tone dropping to something darker. "You enchanted a god, you thought I'd let you go?"
"I was just...trying to give her what she wanted," Jacob gasps out between breathless laughter, clutching his stomach. "Please..."
The shadows tickle him harder, a burst of flickering black energy swirling around his belly and under his arms until he folds completely to the floor, laughing and writhing, unable to help anyone.
And without a word, it all stops.
Jacob lies there, panting. Silent. Defeated.
And Merrit, ever calm, ever composed, steps back to admire his work.
"Good pets," he murmurs, one hand reaching to caress your tear streaked face. "Both of you learning your lessons."
The shadows lower your broken body tenderly to the floor. Then he lifts his fingers lazily, and Jacob is dragged across the ground by invisible hands. He hits the floor beside you with a stunned gasp, looking dazed, his warm brown hair tousled from struggle, cheeks already flushed. There's a glow to him, even in suffering, a softness Merrit doesnt have.
Merrits voice is velvet. Deadly gentle.
"Lets play the torture game."
The shadows pounce on Jacob.
His body arches, muscles tightening. A burst of high, panicked laughter erupts from him as ghostly fingers swarm his ribs, his thighs, his knees - everywhere at once. He twists, thrashes, tries to curl into himself, but its hopeless. Merrits shadows are merciless.
His laughter is real. It spills from him in waves, high and breathless. "NO! NONONONONO! M-MERRIT! STAHAHAHAHAP!"
He breaks.
His knees kick. His hands clutch at the air. His laughter shatters against the stone, desperate and bright.
And you're forced to watch.
Every second.
Merrit crouches next to Jacob, one pale hand brushing though Jacob's sweat-damp hair, oddly tender. "Still so pathetic when you laugh."
Merrits eyes flicker back to yours. "He gave you the spell. He helped you bind me. This is justice."
You reach out to Jacob out of instinct, crawling weakly towards him, trying to protect him.
"Still trying to save him," he says. "Even now. That's very sweet of you, love."
He leans in and whispers something into Jacob's ear. Whatever it is makes Jacob shiver, even though the tickling. His laugh stutters, and a choked breathless moan escapes; humiliating, uncontrolled. Only then does Merrit call away his tormenting shadows.
He smiles and stands up, walking toward you again.
His shadows curl up your legs like smoke, almost gentle. Almost reverant. One tendril cups your chin, lifting your face to his. Another traces your side, tickling the hollow of your waist with a whisper-light touch, making you gasp. But its the others, the ones with purpose, that begin to peel away your clothes.
You feel it slowly. A thread unfastoned here, a clasp undone there. The fabric slips from your shoulders, your chest, your hips. It's not rushed - this is Merrit afterall. He savors everything. And with each article removed, you feel his eyes on your skin. Unhurried. Possessive.
But then you remember.
You're not alone.
You hear Jacob's breath catch behind you. You dare to glance back.
Hes propped himself up, barely, still breathless and red-cheeked, his hair damp against his forehead. But his eyes...they're wide. Soft. Ravenous. He sees all of you now, for the very first time. Laid bare; revealed before both of them. His lips part slightly. There's no judgement in his gaze. Only awe. Longingly. Maybe even hurt.
You can see it all, his heart on his sleeve, the way it twists him to see you this way first with Merrit. He wanted to be the one to undress you. He wanted you to be his alone.
His voice breaks into the air like thunder muffled by longing. "April..."
Merrit doesnt even look back at him. He simply smirks.
"Careful Jacob, that leash tightens when you pull."
And true to his word, Jacob gasps softly as the shadows curl tighter around him in warning.
"And yet..." he lifts a finger to his mouth, contemplating. "Oh, yes. This aught to make things far, far more interesting. "
The world shifts in an instant, and suddenly you're in Jacob's small, warmly lit cottage. The soft glow of the fire is casting flickering shadows across the room. Hes wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to the heat of his bare chest. The sexual tension is palpable and you can feel every rapid beat of his heart against your body.
Wild.
Urgent.
He leans down, his lips barely touching yours, his voice trembling with desire. "I want you." He murmurs.
Your pulse races, every nerve alight with the fire radiating between you. Just as Jacob's hands begin to roam with desperate hunger, and your lips brush in fiery kisses, an unexpected sensation jolts through both of you. Light, teasing, maddening.
Merrits spell, woven quietly into the very air around you, stirs to life.
Every touch, every brush of skin ignights bursts of tickling that ripple between your fingers and lips. The sensation is sharp and sweet - a tantalizing electric spark that makes you both jerk back with startled laughter, a breath catching in a shared gasp.
Jacob's eyes widen in disbelief, a mix of frustration and amusement flickering across his flushed face.
"That jerk!" He groans and throws up his hands. "He's really going to make this difficult."
Merrit
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Jacob
The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow over Merrits sleeping form. His chest rises and falls with steady breaths, his face relaxed, almost innocent, like a boy untouched by the shadows he carries.
You slide gently from the bed, careful not to wake him...yet. With a small secretive smile, you reach into your pocket and pull out the delicate parchment Jacob gave you, the binding spell written in elegant, swirling script. He'd been far too amused when he handed it over, knowing exactly who you'd use it on.
Softly you trace the ancient symbols in the air, murmuring the incantation under your breath. The magic pulses between your fingertips, a shimmer of silver light weaving invisible threads around Merrits body.
He stirs but doesnt wake, and when your fingers begin their familiar dance, Merrit twitches in surprise. His eyes snap open, dark and bright, flashing with a mix of shock and something darker.
He tries to pull away, but the spell curls around him, tendrils of magic preventing him from stopping you. He can move, shift, even try and dodge, but your hands find every sensitive spot, slipping beneath his arms, along his ribs, and down the arches of his feet.
His breath hitches, and a single, helpless laugh escapes as the tickling begins, unstoppable.
"...April." he snarles, voice dangerously low. "What have you done?"
Your fingers skitter over his ribs again, this time he twitches hard, letting out a barely stifled grunt. He tries to catch your hands, but the spell has him falling just short of making contact.
"This is not funny," he growls. "Release me. Now."
But you just laugh; lightly, teasingly, taunting.
"Oh, love...you really shouldn't fall asleep around me."
He flexes his hands against the glowing bonds. His jaw ticks. "This was Jacob's doing."
"Mmhm. He gave it to me." You chirp sweetly, and with no warning, you dig your fingers into his ribs.
Merrit bucks beneath you, his body arching, a snarl erupting from his throat that quickly breaks into a strangled hiss of breath. His lips part. But he bites down on the sound, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a laugh.
You trace your fingertips up higher, right under his arms and slowly circle the sensitive spots. His reaction is violent. A full body spasm and a gutteral gasp. Instinctively he grabs for your hands again but the spell pulls his back.
"You're...April..." he chokes. "Stop it! This is beneath you...this is cruel."
But the flush spreading across his cheeks, the twist of his mouth, the tension building in his voice as he fights not to break.
That says otherwise.
"Oh, poor Merrit," you croon, leaning over him. "So strong, so terrifying...so helpless and ticklish."
"I swear, if you dont stop..." he hisses through clenched teeth, eyes blazing. "Ill make you suffer when I'm free. "
You just raise a brow. "That sounds like a promise."
With slow, deliberate fingers you curl into his underarms as you defiantly stare into his eyes.
He twitches.
He trembles.
And despite his fury...a laugh spills out. A low, involuntary, shameful sound - clipped, furious, beautiful.
He looks murderous.
You pounce.
Fingers diving and sliding into his armpits with devilish fury. The effect is instantaneous.
Merrit jerks violently beneath you, body writhing against the black silk sheets. His head snaps back against the pillow, hair fanned like ink in water. And this time, there's no stopping it. His mouth opens wide, and a strangled, guteral laugh bursts free.
"Ghh...hah...haha! You wretched little...hahahaha! Stop that!"
But you dont.
You double your efforts, using one hand to tease along his stomach, just above the waistband of his black sleep trousers, and the other to flutter maddeningly along the outer edge of his ribs. His laughter becomes more desperate as he thrashes under you.
His dignity is crumbling.
"I will destroy you!" He snarles between helpless barks of laughter, eyes squeezed shut now, dimples flashing against his will as his cheeks burn red. "I swear...AHAHAHA! When I'm free, gods above! You'll beg me for mercy!"
Hes panting now. Deep, ragged breaths, chest heaving under you. The magic around him shimmers, pulsing faintly under your touch, but you notice something unsettling. The glow is starting to dim. Jacob's clever curse was never meant to last this long. You can almost hear the faint ticking of a timer woven into the enchantment, a safeguard from the ever watchful Jacob, who surly knew Merrit would want revenge.
Merrits breath hitches; his jaw clenches as the invisible threads loosen just a fraction.
You freeze.
"Times up, Petal."
You run.
Heart pounding, breath quick and sharp, you dart through the black marble walls of his palace, the soft click of your footsteps echoing in the vast, silent corridors.
The shadows bend and ripple behind you, and you know Merrit is close, his form shifting seamlessly into dark mist, flowing and fluid, relentless and impossible to catch.
"Run all you want, love." His voice murmurs through the shadows, low and teasing. "You belong to me."
You burst through the heavy doors of the throne room, heart hammering as the vast chamber stretches before you. The air is thick with magic, charged and electric, the perfect stage for chaos.
He suddenly appears before you on his throne. He lounges back like a dark king of sin and shadow, one leg lazily slung over the other, his hands steepled beneath his chin. He watches you under his dark gaze.
"Ahh, there's my brave little sorceress," he purrs, the edges of his dimples deepening. "Not so rocky now, are we?"
Invisible fingers begin to spider delicately up your arches; slow, torturous strokes that make your toes curl helplessly. You fall to the cool obsidian floor and start giggling uncontrollably. Every inch of your body tightening and jerking from the phantom tickles.
He doesnt lift a finger.
Just watches you suffer.
Squirm.
Break.
"Crawl to me," he barks. "Crawl to me, love. Reach me and maybe ill stop your suffering."
You can scarcely move, but you try. As you inch closer, he raises one hand - almost idly - and the tickling shifts to your ribs. Gentle, fluttery scribbles. You cry out, laughing through your protests, your body folding with each electric touch.
"Please!" You gasp, your body arching, twitching, every nerve alight.
You clutch at the cold floor as Invisible fingers drag up your sides and slip beneath your arms, tormenting those wickedly sensitive hollows. You shriek with laughter, burying your face on your arm, writhing.
But the moment you try to hide, the tickling worsens.
"Oh no, love," Merrit murmurs darkly from above, "No hiding. I want to see your face as I undo you."
Your hesd lifts, lips trembling around broken giggles. His eyes - those blue-black oceans burn onto you like flame in velvet.
A slow breath leaves his lips.
And then...the magic changes.
It gentles. Feathers into soft, teasing brushes behind your knees, a slow pulse across the top of your hips. Your breath catches. You moan between the laughter, overwhelmed by the sensations crashing through you. Its maddening.
Sensual.
Cruel.
He tilts his head, watching every reaction like hes reading your soul.
"Does it feel good, my darling?" He coos, voice low and thick with hunger. "Does it drive you wild being tickled like this while you're on your knees for me?"
You nod frantically, tears in your eyes. "Yes...yes. Merrit, please! I cant!"
He merely watches you now, still expecting you to crawl across the floor to him, but you haven't any strength left.
"Do you need motivation, my love?"
He raises his hand and snaps his fingers.
Jacob barely has time to orient himself before the shadows slither away from the walls and binds his ankles in place, forcing him to sit ridged on his knees...helpless at the edge of the throne room.
He sees you on the obsidian floor, your body trembling with every sensual, unbearable stroke of the shadows. Merrit stares him down, his expression glowing, furious.
Jacob's voice was quiet but strained. "She asked me for the spell...I didn't think you'd let her get that close."
"She didn't get close," Merrit replies, his voice too low, too calm. "She conquered. But you, dear brother," he continues, rising to his feet with graceful menace. "You enchanted me. You gave her the weapon. You...knew...what it would do."
Jacob's jaw clenched. "She begged. I thought you'd find it...playful."
"Oh, I found it playful." Merrit purred, stepping toward him now. "Do you see her? Look what she did to me?"
He gestures and shadows raise your body into the air, suspending you just a few feet off the ground; arms splayed, head thrown back, gasping, trembling.
Jacob's breath hitches.
"I could've broken her," Merrit says softly. "Instead, I surrendered. You see what that cost me?"
Jacob's voice is a whisper now. "Im sorry."
"Not yet, you're not."
Merrit turns sharply back towards you. The moment his eyes meet yours, the shadows tripple their speed. You shriek. You writhe, laughing so hard your whole body shakes uncontrollably. The sound echos through the throne room like a wicked lullaby.
Then Merrit speaks again, his voice like thunder muffled by silk.
"Jacob I want you to watch. I want you to see what she looks like when she belongs to me."
His eyes gleam and he leans in close to your ear, whispering as the shadows tickle and caress your helpless, overstimulated body.
"Lets show him, Petal."
Jacob lunges forward, heart pounding as your laughter grows more desperate - pleasure and torment mingling in every sound that escapes your lips. He sees your fingers curling, your toes flexing, your hips jerking in midair as Merrits shadows play you like an instrument of dark delight.
But the moment Jacob tried to move, the shadows react, darting toward him with eerie precision.
They snake up his sides, curling around his ribs, featherlight at first. He gasps, trying to swat them away.
"Merrit stop! She cant take..."
He doesn't finish the sentence. The shadows suddenly vibrate under his arms, scribbling across his stomach, and trace the inside of his thighs. Jacob crumbles down with a stifled yelp, his chest shaking with reluctant laughter.
"Dont." Merrit commands silkily, still focused on you. "She earned this."
Jacob's head bows, breath coming in shallow gasps as shadows tease the backs of his knees and the curve of his neck. Its unbearable, but not brutal. Just enough to paralyze him with giggles and helplessness.
"I warned you." Merrit continues, his tone dropping to something darker. "You enchanted a god, you thought I'd let you go?"
"I was just...trying to give her what she wanted," Jacob gasps out between breathless laughter, clutching his stomach. "Please..."
The shadows tickle him harder, a burst of flickering black energy swirling around his belly and under his arms until he folds completely to the floor, laughing and writhing, unable to help anyone.
And without a word, it all stops.
Jacob lies there, panting. Silent. Defeated.
And Merrit, ever calm, ever composed, steps back to admire his work.
"Good pets," he murmurs, one hand reaching to caress your tear streaked face. "Both of you learning your lessons."
The shadows lower your broken body tenderly to the floor. Then he lifts his fingers lazily, and Jacob is dragged across the ground by invisible hands. He hits the floor beside you with a stunned gasp, looking dazed, his warm brown hair tousled from struggle, cheeks already flushed. There's a glow to him, even in suffering, a softness Merrit doesnt have.
Merrits voice is velvet. Deadly gentle.
"Lets play the torture game."
The shadows pounce on Jacob.
His body arches, muscles tightening. A burst of high, panicked laughter erupts from him as ghostly fingers swarm his ribs, his thighs, his knees - everywhere at once. He twists, thrashes, tries to curl into himself, but its hopeless. Merrits shadows are merciless.
His laughter is real. It spills from him in waves, high and breathless. "NO! NONONONONO! M-MERRIT! STAHAHAHAHAP!"
He breaks.
His knees kick. His hands clutch at the air. His laughter shatters against the stone, desperate and bright.
And you're forced to watch.
Every second.
Merrit crouches next to Jacob, one pale hand brushing though Jacob's sweat-damp hair, oddly tender. "Still so pathetic when you laugh."
Merrits eyes flicker back to yours. "He gave you the spell. He helped you bind me. This is justice."
You reach out to Jacob out of instinct, crawling weakly towards him, trying to protect him.
"Still trying to save him," he says. "Even now. That's very sweet of you, love."
He leans in and whispers something into Jacob's ear. Whatever it is makes Jacob shiver, even though the tickling. His laugh stutters, and a choked breathless moan escapes; humiliating, uncontrolled. Only then does Merrit call away his tormenting shadows.
He smiles and stands up, walking toward you again.
His shadows curl up your legs like smoke, almost gentle. Almost reverant. One tendril cups your chin, lifting your face to his. Another traces your side, tickling the hollow of your waist with a whisper-light touch, making you gasp. But its the others, the ones with purpose, that begin to peel away your clothes.
You feel it slowly. A thread unfastoned here, a clasp undone there. The fabric slips from your shoulders, your chest, your hips. It's not rushed - this is Merrit afterall. He savors everything. And with each article removed, you feel his eyes on your skin. Unhurried. Possessive.
But then you remember.
You're not alone.
You hear Jacob's breath catch behind you. You dare to glance back.
Hes propped himself up, barely, still breathless and red-cheeked, his hair damp against his forehead. But his eyes...they're wide. Soft. Ravenous. He sees all of you now, for the very first time. Laid bare; revealed before both of them. His lips part slightly. There's no judgement in his gaze. Only awe. Longingly. Maybe even hurt.
You can see it all, his heart on his sleeve, the way it twists him to see you this way first with Merrit. He wanted to be the one to undress you. He wanted you to be his alone.
His voice breaks into the air like thunder muffled by longing. "April..."
Merrit doesnt even look back at him. He simply smirks.
"Careful Jacob, that leash tightens when you pull."
And true to his word, Jacob gasps softly as the shadows curl tighter around him in warning.
"And yet..." he lifts a finger to his mouth, contemplating. "Oh, yes. This aught to make things far, far more interesting. "
The world shifts in an instant, and suddenly you're in Jacob's small, warmly lit cottage. The soft glow of the fire is casting flickering shadows across the room. Hes wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to the heat of his bare chest. The sexual tension is palpable and you can feel every rapid beat of his heart against your body.
Wild.
Urgent.
He leans down, his lips barely touching yours, his voice trembling with desire. "I want you." He murmurs.
Your pulse races, every nerve alight with the fire radiating between you. Just as Jacob's hands begin to roam with desperate hunger, and your lips brush in fiery kisses, an unexpected sensation jolts through both of you. Light, teasing, maddening.
Merrits spell, woven quietly into the very air around you, stirs to life.
Every touch, every brush of skin ignights bursts of tickling that ripple between your fingers and lips. The sensation is sharp and sweet - a tantalizing electric spark that makes you both jerk back with startled laughter, a breath catching in a shared gasp.
Jacob's eyes widen in disbelief, a mix of frustration and amusement flickering across his flushed face.
"That jerk!" He groans and throws up his hands. "He's really going to make this difficult."
