“I thought the Fool appeared to suggest I was right to follow my instincts, but now I see it was simply to point out that there would be an idiot on board.” He waved his hands, and his binding spell tightened. Nil’s breath caught.
Sook loved that feeling so much. When her vision started to swirl, and stars swam in her eyes thanks to the strong grip of a powerful lover, that was when her orgasms were at their most intense. Her fingers thrummed her clit, sending a wave of pleasure up her belly to her chest.
Nil exhaled slowly. Sook laughed because she knew she was winning. She gasped because she was close.
“Okay, boss,” Nil said weakly. “I gave you one chance. I’m not gonna give you another. So either peace out of here, or I’m going to have to actually do something.”
“The only thing you’ll be doing is dying,” the mage said. He began to move his hands and feet in a complex pattern of straight lines and sweeping curves. “No one breaks my binds. And even if you do, the spell I’m weaving now will take your head clean off. I call it the Laser Guillotine. You’ll soon see why.”
“I don’t mind, except I can’t sing the same way I used to,” Sargon said, pointing at his tusks. Had to get used to these things. And really, I don’t see it as a negative at all. This is the body I have, therefore it’s mine, and I love who I am. It’s not like I turned white,” he added, wryly.
Sook rolled her eyes. Race didn’t mean much to her. Never had. She had learned of course about some historical prejudices but if your net worth was ten digits or longer then nobody cared what colour your skin was. Race fell to class the instant there were more of them than you. Everything was an in-group; fandoms, social networks, sports, housing, neighbourhoods, even the floor you lived on or the kind of watch you wore. Net worth was another, one that had always invited Sook in but she never felt comfortable in.
“Oh, I saw that,” Sargon said. “I know how it is for you. I know. But it would be tough for me to look in the mirror and see that even my skin has been stolen from me. I grew tusks, a bigger skull, and quite a lot of hair, but I still look like me.”
“Must be nice to own yourself,” Sook said, as one of her clones passed at a hallway intersection further down, then came back, nodding her head meaningfully at Sargon before returning from whence she’d come.
Sargon stared ahead, then laughed. “It is,” he said, with a mournful smile. “On that, you will have to advise me.”
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