Another sparking of his power.
A grunt sounded from him.
And then he was reaching over me and grasping my right hand.
“Need your magic,” he uttered breathlessly, guiding my hand behind me. “Make your exquisite ass nice and slippery, Vax.”
Vax.That was endearing.
I reached back and called my power.
I was groaning in the next moment as I did as he’d instructed, feeling all that slick warmth coating my insides in the most glorious way.
He shifted to my side and a tap to my chin had me lifting my head to see his cock right in my face.
“More,” he uttered, taking my hand and placing it at the base.
I hissed, then lashed his balls with my forked tongue.
“Fuck,” he choked, jerking at my attentions.
I continued, cataloguing his every reaction to the intensity, the pressure, the precise areas that I attended to.
Within moments, he was shuddering and cursing out into the room as I tormented him from balls to crown with my serpentine tongue.
“Now,” he panted. “Magic now… another couple of licks and I’m gonna come all over your face.”
“That sounds glorious, beautiful.”
He grinned, eyes shining at me.
I called my power and lubed up his cock until it was glistening with it and making his eyes roll back in his head.
As I went to lick him again, he grasped my jaw, holding it captive, before abruptly moving away. I chuckled to myself; he was right on the edge. That knowledge, that I’d taken him to that point, sent a primal wave of satisfaction through me.
As he settled back behind me, a flicker of reality breached my pleasurable reverie.
Why had he needed to ask for my power?
His Necromancy was the aspect wherein he could perform feats like that—not his Wraith side. So that had been problematic to use, then?
Something was amiss with that side of his hybridized nature?
Was that why I hadn’t once seen him use his necromantic power in all the time that I’d been observing him since we’d been here?
All thoughts were wrenched away as I felt his finger breach me.
“Everything is fine,” he spoke. “Even if there was an issue with my power usage, I still operate on a death-aligned frequency. You can feel it, right? I’m not readable as living prey to you? Your Basilisk nature isn’t registering me as a target.”
“It’s not, no.”
“My natural low temperature is slowing your venom glands and stabilizing the pressure to prevent expulsion when you’re on the verge of exploding with pleasure. Same goes for the petrification, except in the sense you literally can’t perform that on me because I’m notlife.”I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “Feels so peaceful, huh?”
“Absolutely no doubt about it.”
“I’m glad.” His words ended on a groan as he sank his finger deep into my ass.
I panted and threw my left hand out behind me.
