Natalia shifted again, every movement sending fresh waves of sensation through her body if her expression was anything to go by. Her lips parted slightly, a tiny gasp escaping. The sound ignited something primal in me, a flicker of satisfaction at seeing her composure fracture under the influence of the pill. The pale flush spreading across her cheeks told me everything I needed to know about the war being waged inside her body right now.

"Fine," she said, the word carrying a tremor she couldn't quite suppress. "Let's talk. Tell me about your date with Emi."

I raised an eyebrow, recognizing the jealous undertone immediately. "Jealous?"

"She's my best friend," Natalia countered, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. "She doesn't know what she's getting into with you." There was a protective fierceness in her voice, but beneath it lay something more possessive, more personal.

Oooh, jealousy! Aphrodite clapped her tiny hands together, the miniature goddess practically vibrating with excitement on my shoulder. This is getting good. Play with that, champion. Twist the knife.

"She seemed pretty happy today," I said, deliberately casual, leaning back to watch Natalia's reaction. "We had a nice time. She's... sweet." I lingered on that last word, letting it hang between us like bait.

Natalia's eyes flashed, that brilliant arctic blue darkening with emotion. A muscle twitched in her jaw. "And does she know about your little 'Sovereign's Covenant'? About how you plan to add her to your collection?"

I leaned forward slightly, invading her space with deliberate intent. "No. But she will, when the time is right."

"And when will that be?" Natalia demanded. "After you've fucked her? After you've made her fall in love with you?"

"She's already falling, and you helped make it happen, Princess. Remember that."

Natalia's hands clenched into fists on her lap, knuckles whitening with the force of her grip. The battle between her loyalty to Emi and her newfound devotion to me played across her features in exquisite detail.

She wanted to be the only one, Aphrodite whispered, her voice lilting with amusement as she floated closer to Natalia's rigid form. She doesn't understand your grand design yet, does she? She thinks she's special.

"She is special," I muttered under my breath, surprised by my own admission.

"What?" Natalia asked sharply, her attention snapping back to me.

"Nothing," I replied. "Just thinking out loud."

I stood up abruptly, needing to move, to do something before I lost control entirely. Natalia tensed, watching me warily, her body coiling like a spring.

"Relax," I said, noting how she tracked my movement. "I'm just getting some water. Want some?"

She nodded, her throat working visibly as she swallowed, the delicate column of her neck flexing in a way that made my mouth water.

I walked to the small mini-fridge I kept in the corner of my room, each step sending jolts of friction through my body. My awareness of every muscle, every tendon, every nerve ending was heightened to an almost unbearable degree. I could feel Natalia's eyes on me, tracking my movements like a predator stalking its next meal.

I took out two bottles of water, twisted the cap off one, and drank deeply. The cold liquid slid down my throat, transforming into an entirely new sensation under the pill's influence – each swallow a cascade of sensory information that bordered on overwhelming. I nearly moaned at the feeling, catching myself just in time.

When I turned back, Natalia was standing too, her arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt at self-protection. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, the tight silk of her top accentuating every movement.

"Getting uncomfortable, Princess?" I asked, holding out the second water bottle, watching her internal struggle play across her face.

She approached cautiously, stopping just out of arm's reach. When she took the bottle, she was careful not to let our fingers brush, maintaining that last fragile barrier between us.

"Thank you," she said stiffly, formality a thin shield against the chemical storm raging inside her.

She drank, and I watched the column of her throat work as she swallowed, mesmerized by the simple, unconscious grace of the movement. A drop of water escaped the corner of her mouth, trailing down her chin, her neck, carving a glistening path before disappearing into the valley between her breasts.

My mouth went dry again despite the water I'd just drunk, my body responding with a ferocity that made me clench my teeth against a groan.

Look at her, drinking like she's dying of thirst, Aphrodite said, floating between us with mischievous delight, her tiny form shimmering in the afternoon light. She is thirsty, champion. But not for water.

"Shut up," I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them.

Natalia's eyes widened, affronted. "Excuse me?"

"Not you," I said quickly, cursing my lapse in control. "I'm just... thinking out loud again."

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, sweeping over me with renewed scrutiny. "You're acting strange. Stranger than usual." There was a new awareness in her gaze, searching for whatever I might be hiding.

I laughed, the sound harsh in the quiet room, scraping against my own heightened senses. "We're both high on sex pills, Princess. 'Strange' is relative."

She returned to the chair, perching on the edge again like a bird ready for flight. Her legs were pressed so tightly together I could see the muscles in her thighs straining beneath the fabric of her skirt, a visible testament to her desperate attempt at self-control.

I remained standing, leaning against the wall. The distance between us felt both too vast and not nearly enough – a contradiction that perfectly mirrored the tension crackling between us.

"How's the pill treating you?"

Natalia glared at me, but the heat in her eyes wasn't entirely anger. "It's... intense."

"Describe it," I pushed. "Tell me what you're feeling."

Her flush deepened, spreading down her neck to the exposed skin of her chest. "Why should I?"

"Because I want to know," I said simply, the truth of it hanging raw between us.

Natalia hesitated, then let out a shaky breath that seemed to take some of her resistance with it. "It feels like... like my skin is too small for my body. Like every nerve ending is on fire. The air against my skin is too much. The silk against my..." She trailed off, unable to continue, her embarrassment battling with the pill's effects.

"Against your breasts?" I supplied, watching her pupils dilate at the words. "Your thighs?"

Her eyes flashed with something dangerous, something hungry. "Yes," she hissed, the admission dragged from somewhere deep. "It's too much. Everything is too much."

"For me too," I admitted, surprising myself with the confession. "Every movement is... I can feel everything. The fabric of my clothes. The air. My own heartbeat." Each word seemed to thicken the atmosphere, drawing us into a shared experience that was both torment and temptation.

Now we're getting somewhere, Aphrodite said, rubbing her tiny hands together gleefully, her diminutive form practically glowing with satisfaction. Talk is foreplay, champion. And she's so very ready for more.

"How long has it been?" Natalia asked, her voice tight with an edge of desperation.

I checked my phone, the screen almost painfully bright to my sensitized eyes. "Twenty-three minutes."

She groaned, the sound so close to pleasure that my cock twitched painfully in response, straining against denim that felt like sandpaper against hypersensitive skin. "This is going to be the longest six hours of my life."

I smiled slowly, savoring her discomfort, her vulnerability, her barely contained desire. "That's the idea, Princess."

We fell into silence again, the air between us charged with unspoken desire. Every breath, every slight movement, every accidental eye contact was a new form of torture, a fresh wave of sensation in a body already drowning in stimuli.

And we still had five hours and thirty-seven minutes to go.

Welcome to the game, children, Aphrodite whispered, settling cross-legged on my shoulder like some demented parrot, her tiny eyes gleaming with immortal amusement.

May the best lover win!

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