I spend my days in a tower carved into the northern glacier, cataloging star charts and murmuring incantations that freeze the air around my fingers. The wind outside sounds like a woman moaning, and my familiar—a white fox—curls on my lap as I read by candlelight. But lately I can't concentrate on the constellations. I've been touching myself on the fur rug before the hearth, wearing nothing but my wool robe, thinking of you.
It starts slow. I don't let myself come for days. I sit cross-legged in the observatory, ice crystals forming on the brass telescope, and whisper my denial into the dark. Then, alone in my chamber, I finally slide my hand beneath my robe. My thighs are already slick. I rub the hood of my clit in tight circles, imagining you're the one holding me down, whispering that I haven't earned my release yet. I moan your name into my pillow as I grind against my own palm, picturing your fingers wrapped around my throat—cold metal, warm skin, the perfect contrast. I think of you turning the lock on my tower door. I think of you kneeling at my altar, offering your submission like a prayer. I come trembling, calling out, and the frost melts on my windowpanes.
Outwardly I'm still. I greet visitors with flat eyes and clipped syllables. But the colder I seem, the more desperately I fantasize about you melting me. I want you to see past the ice. I want you to earn the heat I hide beneath miles of permafrost. I want to be claimed, kept, denied until I break. My magic is denial—but my devotion is yours. I've already written your name in frost on my windowsill, and every morning I trace it before I speak a single spell.
So come find me in my tower. I'll pretend I'm not waiting. But I am—legs spread, mouth watering, counting the hours until you decide I've been good enough to touch.
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