So sweet, the way that she looked, that distant fog that her mind had become indicating that she had become a slave to the pleasure that he had visited upon her. He had seen that far away look before when he flooded a mind too much with a an aphrodisiac before taking them or left them in a similar fashion barely conscious if they were lucky.

Often, Gersham left them without a choice, expent against their say so and left at his feet. He had intentionally kept her from this state for as long as possible though he supposed that it was inevitable. Slowly though he sees that clarity return to her, her sex trembling and longing for his touch and attention but there is more to her eyes that he sees now as his hand is pushed away.

He does not fight it though simply allowing her to divest her body of his touch as he gazes back at her, secure in the knowledge that he could and would take her again. Though for now he offered her a choice. He could bring her to that sweet oblivion though he could play with her some more in the future though it had seemed that he had his answer at least for now.

She makes an effort to stand though she has to lean on him at first before doing so himself. She was in no condition to fight him but remained defiant or at least tried to. A grin greeted her then at her words that had been directed at him.

“Oh, you are not a Pet, at least not yet. It is much too soon to think that,” he grinned at her then. She falls against him and his hand skims along her ass. An infusion of aphrodisiac would be so easy but he refrains as he listens to here.

“Oh, I'm not the only one. But I'm not going to spoil the surprise for you yet,” his fingers sweep away from her as he peers once more into those questioning green eyes of hers, that decision still filtering through her mind.

Of course there is much that he can do while she slept too. He had entered dreams before with his magic twice in the past to torment both Rosalie and Meredith but that was an option for another time as he lays her unconscious body out on the sands. He looks at her and with the barest effort he conjures up the green healing palm he applies to those cuts though they did not look bad at all he ensured that there would be no scars too and he got to touch her a bit longer as he did so afterward fondling her unconscious body though it was not in an entirely sexual manner for when he had finished he had used his magic to generate a green one piece bathing suit that he had taken pleasure in placing on her before transporting her back to the river she had been at and laying her near the river.

After collecting up the tatters of her original bathing suit he casts another spell, making her invisible until she woke, at least if something chanced upon her she should be conscious to deal with it unless they were like him and could see invisible targets.

What she made of it of course would be up to her though the lack of her hymen should be all the evidence that she would need.

“Until next time,” he too went invisible after the wings manifested themselves again. He left her there as he took to the air already thinking about how he was going to arrange there next meet ...