Seduction of the Guilty

“Mother will be pleased,” thought Brigid afterwards, impressed by how easy it was. In the coming months, Gervald would discover that he, too, would want to join Llewella’s forces. As it was already an idea that he had had himself, strengthened, magnified and reinforced through Brigid’s gentle mesmerism and not imposed by spell or domination, no power would be able to detect that it was not genuine.

Also genuine would be the passionate desire to return to Brigid’s arms, and gaze into her eyes, where the secrets of Llewella’s forces would be hers, and ultimately Fiona’s. An undetectable spy, a spy who did not even know himself that he was a spy.

Brigid rolled off the bed and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked back over her shoulder at the sleeping Gervald and smiled. She had enjoyed the feeling that her power over Gervald aroused. The feeling of another’s mind and will rendered helpless, compliant, obedient to her own aroused her desire more that she had ever known. And with the expected success of her assignment, she could look forward to many more chances for the same sort of pleasure in her future.

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