Ifrit Boyfriend: Behrouz Part Two (special preview)

“Look, we all believe in Medvadeva and what she provides, but she is not going to take your stress away, Lady Siyana. She is not going to come down and pluck Lord Behrouz from your bed.” Lilova gestures grandly. “She will provide help for you, but sometimes it isn’t in a way you would expect!”

“Oh wow,” I murmur. “You girls are more on top of this than I give you credit for.”

The girls all giggle and smirk together at this.

“Well,” I start. “For one, Lord Behrouz is so very hot.”

“We’ve noticed,” Ariana titters and the other girls follow suit.

I furrow my brow at them, not quite sure I am understanding their inflection. “It’s hard for me to sleep because of how frustrating it is. The heat is so overpowering and all it does is make me focus on Behrouz. He’s there, beside me all night, naked-”

The girls squeal in unison at this news.

“Does he have a good body?” One girl chimes in.

“How big is it?” Another shouts, making the girls break into a cacophony of squeals and laughter all over again.

I slam my palms down on the table. “Are all your minds turned to such perversion?” I snap at them. 

“We’re young, we have a right,” Lilova answers. 

I scoff. “I do not see Lord Behrouz this way.” My mind flashes to that first morning with his erection laying on his belly. The head of it like molten metal, smoldering red-orange. In a way, it had looked like a succulent candy. “He’s a brute who has taken advantage of a situation,” I stammer through my words. I can see his broad back before me, rippling with muscle and the veins of fire just beneath the surface. “And I will not allow him the satisfaction of any sort of thought from me that isn’t dismissive.” I pinch my thighs together as that flustering ache returns. 

“Has he done anything untowards, Lady Siyana?” Ariana asks.

I shake my head. “No. The only time he has touched me is when I fell one morning. He picked me up. It still doesn’t diminish the fact he took a situation for tact and made it an improper one,” I scoff.

“I’ve heard legends that Ifrits’ heat will cool down once they’ve ejaculated,” Lilova replies. “If it’s the heat that is really the issue, perhaps you suggest he cums before he gets into bed.”

The uproarious response to this is deafening. My cheeks burn so hot I feel as though I am laying beside Behrouz already. 

“This is abhorrent!” I gasp. “I could not say such a thing! Where did you even hear a story like that?”

“We have a shared literature club,” Ariana giggles.

I scoff and gulp down my tea. “Is that all you girls think of?” 

“We are honestly trying to help, Lady Siyana,” Lilova chuckles. “It could help if the heat is the real issue. But the way you talk, it sounds like the underlying issue is something else.”

I sigh and stand up. “Thank you for your kind offer to help me. You have certainly given me a lot to think about.” I leave the tea ceremony and step out into the cold. I drop down my hood, letting my overheated face get buffeted by the wind and snow. 

“Girls these days,” I grumble.

I go off to the temple to perform my daily meditations. I take off my coat then gaze at the burnt line in the floor that Behrouz had made before. I scoff then take my seat before the altar. As I try to clear my head, I find my thoughts are clouded. Earlier conversation has me distracted so that my mind is full of Lord Behrouz. I am frustrated already, beyond what I have been this past week. The more I try to not think about him, the more he floods my mind.

I fidget in place then tuck my hand between my thighs. My groin rubs against my wrist in a way that I feel a sense of relief. Behrouz’s big hand had clamped around my waist that first day at the gate. His strong fingers kneaded into my rear in such a way I wouldn’t mind it a bit rougher. I feel overheated so I open up my robe, exposing myself from breasts to navel. The temple is chilled, as there is no fireplace, so the cold air makes my nipples become stiff.