Last of The Fae Chapter 93: Training (1/3)*

Rita's coat dropped to the floor, revealing she wore little underneath, exposing a great deal of her naked body that was flush with excitement and lust. The little that Rita did wear, however, wasn't easy to ignore; it was almost as eye-catching as her curves. 

Rita had chosen a set of black lingerie, with fishnet stockings, leather garters around her thighs, a pair of crotchless panties for ease of access, and a lacy corset that pushed up her already gravity-defying tits and squeezed her figure into an hourglass shape. 

The sight of Rita so opening, offering her body, would have driven most men to mindless beasts, but Thane only stared at the reporter with a level gaze, making her falter, "W-what's wrong?" 

"Maybe I wasn't clear enough when we parted ways a week ago," Thane replied almost coldly as he walked over to Rita, who shrunk in on herself as his looming shadow fell over her, "I remember telling you that in our relationship only my needs and wants mattered not yours." 

Rita shifted, trying to regain her role of the seducer as she reached out to place a hand on Thane's chest, "That's why I'm here; you've been working so hard...I only want to help you relax." 

Thane smirked as he grabbed Rita's wrist firmly, not enough to hurt her but hard enough to convey that he could, "You're a good actress, Rita, but it's not enough to fool me. No matter how often you showered and scrubbed, I can still smell it: your desperation, your hunger, your lust. You came here because, like I promised, you couldn't get the thought of me out of your head. But you were supposed to wait. I told you that I would take you when I deemed fit. Still here you are lying to my face about your own selfish desires." 

Rita met Thane's gaze for a second. He could see the war in her eyes as she debated refuting his words, but she glanced away, admitting defeat.

"I can't help It!" Rita whined as her chest started to rise and fall with her heavy breaths, "Every night, I can't help but dream about you appearing in my bedroom, only for me to wake up with drenched sheets. It's not fair!" 

Seeing how Rita whined like a spoiled child only cemented Thane's decision to leave her waiting. He knew that Rita was a selfish woman who thought she deserved the world and more. 

If Thane decided to entangle himself with her, Rita would start demanding things of Thane, perhaps wanting to keep him all to herself. But that didn't mean Thane would just let Rita go; she just needed to understand her place, and Thane was confident in his ability to engrave that message into her mind. 

"Who said this relationship would be fair," Thane asked coldly, making Rita stop short, "I-I just thought..." 

"Well, stop thinking," Thane interrupted, reaching out and grabbing Rita's chin, forcing her to look up into his eyes "I'm going to ask you one question, and you only get one chance to answer. Understand?" 

Rita tried to open her mouth to reply, but Thane's hand prevented her from speaking, so she was forced to nod. 

Thane grinned, "If you want the release you so desperately want, are you ready to throw away your pride and dignity? To thoroughly debase yourself for my pleasure and enjoyment?" 

Rita's eyes widened, and Thane felt her try and pull away, but he held her fast, forcing her to confront his question directly. After a second, Thane let go of Rita's chin, but she didn't move an inch. She continued to stare at Thane with wide doe eyes, "Yes." 

The word was barely above a whisper, but it rippled through the air nonetheless, a powerful admittance of just how far Rita had fallen from a woman who had created a career that put her in a position of influence and control. 

Wordlessly, Thane reached into his robe and pulled out a small eyedropper filled with a dark pink solution, "Stick out your tongue." 

Rita paused, hesitating as she stared at the vial in Thane's hand, "W-what's that?" 

Thane raised an eyebrow, "Going back on your promise already?" 

Rita stiffened but then, after a second, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, giving Thane a view directly down her tight pink throat, something he looked forward to abusing later that night. 

Reaching out, Thane grabbed Rita's tongue between his thumb and forefinger, making sure she couldn't pull away as he emptied the dropper's contents into her mouth, where it was quickly absorbed. 

Thane let go of Rita's tongue and watched as the report went to recoil only to pause, "I-it..taste like cherries...what was that?" 

Before Thane could respond, Rita gasped as she felt flames engulf her entire body, spreading from her head to her toes. But instead of unbearable heat, Rita was overcome by an endless wave of pleasure, instantly sickening the insides of her thighs as her honeypot suddenly ached, desperate for release.

"What's happening to me?" Rita gasped as she rubbed her thighs together and chewed on her bottom lip.

"Don't worry. The effects should wear off in a couple of hours or so," Thane informed calmly, watching Rita squirm as her body turned into one giant pleasure center thanks to the powerful aphrodisiac he had fed her. 

"H-hours?!" Rita exclaimed, fear blossoming in her eyes as she looked up at Thane desperately, "P-please, I won't be able to! I-I'll die before then!" 

"Well, there is an antidote that can temporarily lessen the effect," Thane hinted, though a cruel smile spread across his face as he told Rita. 

"R-really!? Please give me some! This is torture! Everything is so sensitive I can barely move without wetting myself!" Rita implored, truly desperate as her chest heaved with panting breaths. 

Thane shook his head, "I'm afraid you'll have to earn the antidote since you failed my earlier test." 

"What!?" Rita exclaimed as she practically lunged at Thane, clinging to his robe, "Y-you can't do this to me! I-I'm in agony!" 

Thane's only response was to glare at Rita, who took a step back and let go of his robe after a second, though she could barely manage to sit still, "It seems as if you're going to need to be trained...thoroughly." 

Before Rita could interject, Thane's hand shot out, grabbing her by the wrist as he apparated away.  

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A second later, the two of them appeared in a large room sparely lit by a few enchanted candles. The dim flames cast a bewitching light over the space, creating deep pools of shadows that matched the dark wooden and forest green accents. 

Rita looked around, and her eyes eventually landed on a massive circular bed pushed against the far wall. A heavy velvet-green drape hung down from the ceiling, separating the bed from the rest of the world and creating an air of intimacy. 

"Welcome to my abode," Thane introduced, breaking the silence as he turned to Rita, "I-is the antidote here?" 

Thane grinned, "Yes, but it was also in the Atrium. The antidote isn't another potion but something I produce myself." 

Rita opened her mouth to ask what Thane was hinting at when her eyes widened with realization before her gaze dipped below Thane's belt, "Y-you don't possibly mean-" 

Thane's only confirmation was a smile as he reach into his robes, "Let the training begin."