cute little moans and her nipples stood proud and her clit even prouder, if he’d been half a man he’d have looked away. But he wasn’t half a man, he was all man, and this was Emma. As if his gaze was pop-riveted, he watched her masturbate, wishing he was her hands, so badly that he shook with it…and exactly who was she thinking about when she groaned and climaxed?
She shut her eyes when she orgasmed and theoretically he could’ve escaped then. But he couldn’t move a muscle, tied to the amazing, cataclysmic sight of her spasming body, the sheer beauty of her face lost in pleasure.
As she sighed and curled up in sleep, he used every ounce of willpower he had to force himself away from the wall. Force his trembling invisible hand to grasp the door handle. Force himself to crack the door and slip out.
The air was cooler in the empty passageway. Gabriel let go of his invisibility talisman. He’d have to recharge it as soon as possible, but that would have to wait until he himself was not only replenished, but much, much calmer. Magic was a finicky deal, sensitive to all manner of disruptions, especially emotional. If he went into it with the wrong mindset, he could do anything from blowing out his electronics to sinking the whole damned ship.
Just look at what happened to my parents’ plane. Pain stabbed him like a corkscrew, the memory endlessly relived.
More recently, look what he’d done to his car. The pain of memory receded. He’d created an incline with a touch of magic channeled by the wand in his shirt pocket, nice and easy. He’d planned to use a controlled spurt of power, funneled by his wand, to steer the car up the incline. Then another tiny heft would lift himself and Emma from the car onto the boat as the roadster fell into the water.
But when Emma squeaked in fright, his adrenaline had spurted spontaneous magic and teleported the whole damned car onto the ferry.
He shuddered. Thank the stars they’d landed on the car deck, not amid the passengers.
Standing in the narrow passageway, he trembled with how near it had been. He wasn’t sure if he meant teleporting the car or getting caught panting for Emma’s gorgeous body, her slim thighs drenched with her pleasure…yes, he needed to get himself under control now.
A good workout would accomplish that.
He kept a gym in a pocket universe. He used it mostly for magical mock-duels with Pan, but the thing also had a weight bench and a couple cardio machines, as well as a bathroom and place to sleep.
He touched another talisman, preloaded with a specific magical spell, and unlocked his pocket universe.
A portal opened in front of him, and he stepped through.
Like a warrior monk or an Alaskan nudist, Gabriel existed in a state of constant dissonance as both wizard prince and Techie Titan. Nostradamus University taught that a pocket universe was a room outside of normal space and time, while physics argued it was a bit of our own universe which had popped off, a bubble. Witches called the way into a bubble universe a doorway, whereas he thought of it as a wormhole.
But what he called it or how it worked didn’t negate the fact that it worked.
He stepped through into his workout room. Feeling a bit raw and inflamed after watching Emma’s sweet orgasm, he decided to see if any of his power had regenerated since teleporting the car—by dueling.
Not the real thing. Actual dueling was illegal, and there’d been no wars to give battle mages on-the-job training for three hundred years, so schools used two methods—a paint-ball-like setup where magical hits produced splotches of color and, for individual practice, mirror dueling.
He touched a wall talisman. The far wall shimmered like a stone dropped into liquid silver, then cleared into what seemed to be a flat looking glass. But this mirror reflected more than light. The surface was calibrated to absorb spells and fling them back in unexpected ways, rather like a wild pitching machine.
He’d
She shut her eyes when she orgasmed and theoretically he could’ve escaped then. But he couldn’t move a muscle, tied to the amazing, cataclysmic sight of her spasming body, the sheer beauty of her face lost in pleasure.
As she sighed and curled up in sleep, he used every ounce of willpower he had to force himself away from the wall. Force his trembling invisible hand to grasp the door handle. Force himself to crack the door and slip out.
The air was cooler in the empty passageway. Gabriel let go of his invisibility talisman. He’d have to recharge it as soon as possible, but that would have to wait until he himself was not only replenished, but much, much calmer. Magic was a finicky deal, sensitive to all manner of disruptions, especially emotional. If he went into it with the wrong mindset, he could do anything from blowing out his electronics to sinking the whole damned ship.
Just look at what happened to my parents’ plane. Pain stabbed him like a corkscrew, the memory endlessly relived.
More recently, look what he’d done to his car. The pain of memory receded. He’d created an incline with a touch of magic channeled by the wand in his shirt pocket, nice and easy. He’d planned to use a controlled spurt of power, funneled by his wand, to steer the car up the incline. Then another tiny heft would lift himself and Emma from the car onto the boat as the roadster fell into the water.
But when Emma squeaked in fright, his adrenaline had spurted spontaneous magic and teleported the whole damned car onto the ferry.
He shuddered. Thank the stars they’d landed on the car deck, not amid the passengers.
Standing in the narrow passageway, he trembled with how near it had been. He wasn’t sure if he meant teleporting the car or getting caught panting for Emma’s gorgeous body, her slim thighs drenched with her pleasure…yes, he needed to get himself under control now.
A good workout would accomplish that.
He kept a gym in a pocket universe. He used it mostly for magical mock-duels with Pan, but the thing also had a weight bench and a couple cardio machines, as well as a bathroom and place to sleep.
He touched another talisman, preloaded with a specific magical spell, and unlocked his pocket universe.
A portal opened in front of him, and he stepped through.
Like a warrior monk or an Alaskan nudist, Gabriel existed in a state of constant dissonance as both wizard prince and Techie Titan. Nostradamus University taught that a pocket universe was a room outside of normal space and time, while physics argued it was a bit of our own universe which had popped off, a bubble. Witches called the way into a bubble universe a doorway, whereas he thought of it as a wormhole.
But what he called it or how it worked didn’t negate the fact that it worked.
He stepped through into his workout room. Feeling a bit raw and inflamed after watching Emma’s sweet orgasm, he decided to see if any of his power had regenerated since teleporting the car—by dueling.
Not the real thing. Actual dueling was illegal, and there’d been no wars to give battle mages on-the-job training for three hundred years, so schools used two methods—a paint-ball-like setup where magical hits produced splotches of color and, for individual practice, mirror dueling.
He touched a wall talisman. The far wall shimmered like a stone dropped into liquid silver, then cleared into what seemed to be a flat looking glass. But this mirror reflected more than light. The surface was calibrated to absorb spells and fling them back in unexpected ways, rather like a wild pitching machine.
He’d
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