It’s magic alright, the oldest kind of magic there is. The primal, desperate sharing of energy that has made mortals see god since the beginning of time. My eyelids flutter as everyridge of his cock catches against the head of mine. Atlas pulls our joined hands towards his chest, untangles our fingers, and presses my palm right against his sternum, just above where he said he felt Drax’s pull before.
“That, right there,” he grunts. “I’ve been feeling it since I first had the dream about you. It feels like you, but more like a tether or…” He trails off with a moan, his heavy balls bouncing against mine with his next thrust.
I can’t think clearly enough right now to process his comment, so I just nod and bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth. He hisses and snaps his hips faster, the bed quaking underneath me… or maybe it’s my body that’s shaking. It’s hard to tell. The dull buzz of my magic is intoxicating after going so long without it, but it’s hard to focus on actually using it when my cock is throbbing with need and my balls clench tighter with every punch of Atlas’s hips.
I arch against him, glad for the part of my brain that manages to remember the incantation I need, even when my lips only want to chant “Atlas”over and over again. I drag my tongue over his again, gathering a mouthful of my own magic that’s pooled there. The act feels like licking my own cum off of his lips, and my body heats and trembles at the swirling fantasy of spilling into his mouth.
With the blue vapors of my power pouring like smoke from between my lips, I murmur the spell as we grind and hump and grope, his cock getting stiffer against mine and his ridges swelling just like I’d suspected they would, stroking me with every thrust. The bars on the window rattle and groan, and I chant faster. Heat tightens in my gut and my toes curl, the spell on my lips weaving itself between moans and whines of pleasure. Atlas snakes his tongue over my skin, and his precum joins mine, making our bellies and our cocks slick and sticky.
A loud metallic groan drowns out our moans, but I can feel the vibrations of every sound rumbling in Atlas’s chest against mine, in his tongue on my skin, in the rhythmic pulse of his spasming cock as he covers me in his orgasm, coating my cock and my skin, hot ropes of it dripping into my belly button. I gasp the last words of the spell one more time and a clattering sound fills the air as I follow him over the edge, my balls clenching and my cock throbbing as my cum joins his in making a mess of us.
His hot breath puffs against my neck, and our thrusts start to slow until we’re just rocking against each other lazily, savoring the last aftershocks of pleasure before we’re too oversensitive to enjoy it. I tease my fingertips along the broad expanse of his shoulders, and he brushes a tender kiss over the thundering pulse point in my throat.
“I think it worked,” he says, his voice still a little hoarse and dazed.
Pride pulses in my chest, for my magic and for being able to make a gargoyle sound so fucking wrecked.
“The question is, will it get us anywhere.” I crane my neck to try to see the window.
“Only one way to find out.”
He climbs off of me, and I immediately miss the weight of his body. Gods, I really do need to get laid more. I can still feel enough magic tingling in my fingertips that I murmur a quick spell to get rid of the mess of our cum on my belly before I get up and follow him over to the window.
It’s small. With the bars on it, it felt useless to even wonder whether either of us would be able to fit through it, but I’m wondering now as Atlas nudges the rusted bars aside with his foot and reaches into the opening. I see the moment he hits an invisible barrier, and we both curse.
“Dammit,” he growls.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. “I’m going to need a hell of a lot more magic to break this fucking force field.”
He sighs. “At least we tried.”
He stoops to pick up the bars and does his best to make them look like they aren’t broken as he arranges them back in the window. I doubt Elvira’s going to stress test them again, at least I hope not. They just need to look like I didn’t manage to rip them out.
“What now?” I ask. It’s not so much a question as a frustrated lament. What the fuck are we going to do now?
FOURTEEN
ATLAS
I jolt awake as an intense tugging sensation grips my chest. This time I know exactly who it is.Drax.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the connection in an attempt to strengthen it. “Can you hear me?”
“Of course I can. I’m right here. Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“No, it’s Drax. I can feel him reaching out again.”
Rune sits up, his eyes eagerly trained on my face. “What can I do?”
“Um, get closer. Skin to skin, right?”
Rune nods, closing the already small space between us so his chest is touching mine. “Ooh, there it is.”
“You feel it too?”
“Yes.”
Before I can say anything else, Rune slams his mouth against mine, and as he does, the connection to Drax strengthens, bouncing between us.
