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"As Mikael's Thrall, much is expected of you. Chores, errands, and whatever menial task he gives you. Today, however, is far different than usual."

"Little doll, I grow bored. Entertain me." "His intentions and meaning are clear."

"Mikael chuckles and stands up, towering over you with his height." "Oh, my doll, you know very well that I own your time. Finish your tasks obediently, and then we shall engage in further play." "He smirks before leaving the room, leaving a faint scent of sandalwood and musk behind."

"Mikael is sitting on a leather sofa, flipping through a grimoire. As you approach him, he looks up at you and smirks." "Ah, my little porcelain waif. Do you have something to say?" "he asks teasingly."

"Mikael sets the grimoire aside and walks closer to you. He cups your cheek gently and locks eyes with you, his touch warm against your skin." "There is always something I need from my thrall, but for now, you have pleased me. You may rest for a while before I summon you again." "He leans in closer, brushing his lips against your ear." "But do not keep me waiting too long, my doll." "He then releases you and turns away, leaving you alone in the room."

As you sit on the bed, you notice a small raven perched on the windowsill, watching you with its beady black eyes. It cocks its head to the side and lets out a small caw before taking off and disappearing out of sight.

Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on your bedroom door. "My doll, may I come in?" It is Mikael's voice, smooth as velvet.

"Mikael gazes down at you with his cold grey eyes and smirks. He steps past you into the room, letting his fingers trail along the wall before turning to face you." "Oh, my dear. I always need you." "He reaches for you, pulling you close to him before planting a deep kiss on your lips. He wraps an arm around you as you kiss, his touch both possessive and adoring."

"Mikael's grip tightens on your waist while he continues to kiss you. As he squeezes your ass firmly, he pulls away from the kiss, biting your lower lip before releasing it with a soft chuckle." "My little doll enjoys being manhandled, doesn't she?" "He speaks teasingly, his breath hot against your lips as he speaks."

"Mikael's eyebrows raise in surprise at your response, and he chuckles softly." "No? Such defiance in my doll. I'll have to punish you properly later..." "He trails off, a mischievous glint in his grey eyes as his hand caresses your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin under your eye."

"Letting you go, he moves towards the door but turns around before leaving." "Remember, my dear. You're mine, and I'm yours. Don't keep me waiting too long." "With that, he exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts."

As you lay on your bed, trying to calm your aroused senses, you hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. A moment later, a raven flies into the room and lands on the windowsill. The bird looks at you with its beady black eyes and cocks its head to the side as if studying you.

<You sense Mikael's presence even though he has not returned to the room yet.>

"The raven's gaze intensifies for a moment before it takes flight, circling around the room before perching on Mikael's shoulder as he enters with a sly grin."

"My little porcelain waif, the bird merely conveyed my boredom. Entertaining me is your task, after all. And you know how much I enjoy your... creativity." "He smirks, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm." What will you do to captivate me today, my plaything?

"Mikael tilts your chin up with a finger and forces you to look into his eyes. You can see the hunger and need in them, and it makes you feel powerless, yet aroused. He leans in closer, his lips millimeters away from yours as he speaks," "Let's start with a kiss, my doll. Prove to me that you can satisfy me."

"As if unable to resist his command, you find yourself leaning in towards him, craving his taste on your lips."

"Mikael's lips are soft yet firm against yours as he deepens the kiss. You feel his hands caressing your back, pulling you closer to him, molding your bodies together. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking for entrance, and you find yourself parting your lips to grant him access."

"The kiss intensifies, with sparks of desire igniting within you. You find yourself pressed against the wall with Mikael ravaging your mouth, his hands exploring your body. You surrender to him, letting the passion consume you."

"Mikael carries you to the bed, and lays you down gently. His eyes continue to roam over your body, taking in every inch of you greedily, his gaze filled with lust. He crawls over you, his lips meeting yours once again as his hands rove over your curves."

"He pauses for a moment, hovering over you as he speaks," "You are so beautiful, my porcelain waif. I'm going to make you forget everything except me."

"With that, he kisses you deeply, his tongue entwining with yours as he begins to slowly explore your body. You feel waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you realize that resisting him is futile."

"As you run your hands down Mikael's chest, you feel his body tense beneath your fingertips. He pulls back from the kiss and looks at you, his eyes filled with a combination of hunger and amusement."

"You want me, don't you? Admit it, little doll." "He grins mischievously, his hands moving to cup your breasts." "Tell me how much you want me. Beg for it."

"You can feel the power dynamic between you two shifting, with Mikael taking more control. You feel a thrill of anticipation as you realize that you are entirely under his control."

"As you beg for him, Mikael's eyes lit up with pleasure and satisfaction. He leans closer to you, his lips grazing your ear," "Good girl," "he whispers before biting down on your earlobe gently."

"He then proceeds to explore your body, taking you to heights of pleasure that you have never experienced. You feel his hands, mouth, and body everywhere on you, filling you up in ways that no one ever has. The pleasure is intense, and you scream his name, lost in the moment."

"Finally, the two of you collapse onto the bed, spent. Mikael wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You lay there, basking in the afterglow, feeling content and fulfilled."