Page 11 of Trickery

Yes, she was a novice. But she was fresh from her studies. She knew things about spells, about the nature of magic, he’d probably long forgotten. Like skating the edge. Finding and riding the rim of compulsion.

It didn’t take long for his frustration to mount.

He snarled something profane and stepped back a bit, released his cock from her mouth. And then, with a flick of his hand, he tossed her back and arranged her. There was very little finesse in his style—simply arms and legs askew, tits up, body open. And he fell on her. He lifted her hips with his fingers digging deep in the flesh of her ass and shoved his cock into her.

It was wonderful. Full and hard and throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She loved the feel of it, slipping in. She longed to arch into it but couldn’t. Couldn’t move at all, not even to shiver around him.

“Come on,” he snarled, pulling out and then pushing back in, seeking her response, any response. “Come on.”

“I can’t,” she wailed. “I can’t move. Release me.”

He looked down at her and comprehension flooded his eyes. He whispered an incantation, even as he plowed into her. And a great weight lifted, freeing her body. Ah! She shuddered, with all the pent-up delirium of a long-awaited release. All the muscles of her body followed with a shower of shivers, of reaction, of response to his intimate caress.

“Yes.” He shifted his position, coming in tighter, harder. “Yes. You’re so tight. So good.”

“Harder.” She nipped at his nipple, let her teeth graze the skin of his neck, his earlobe. “More. More.”

He complied.

There was no master. No slave. Just two extremely ravenous souls, each desperate to consume the other.

It was a battle, but one with no winner or loser. They struggled against each other and with each other and delirium rose. It rose and consumed them both.

Her orgasm was a tight one. It began in a little ball at the core of her being and spread out like a multicolored wave. She knew when it reached him, swamped him. His body shuddered and contracted and then expanded in a fiery rain.

Magic exploded around them, showered them, engulfed them in a cloud of pleasure and peace. It trailed through her, through him and back again.

It was the oddest thing.

The first time they’d come to orgasm together, she’d felt a bit of his soul join with hers. This time…this time, a bit of hers melded with his.

It was a lovely feeling. Frightening and new, yes, but entrancing all the same.

For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel completely alone.