intensity.
Astra cried out against Torran’s chest as she reached with one hand to Rhydan as well. Gripping his forearm, her body so tense, clenched so tight against the magick invading her, she became lost to the implications of it.
Magick slipped deeper inside her, stretching her pussy, her rear, thrusting into her, building her pleasure higher.
Hot. Pulsing. As though their cocks were actually plowing inside her, stretching her, burning her with their possession.
A firestorm of erotic sensations ignited inside her at every point of sensitivity. Like pinpricks of ecstasy. They were blending, each tiny flame of sensuality merging together until it erupted.
Her pussy and her rear clenched on the strokes of magick driving into them. Swollen, hot, the magick cocks worked inside her, worked her.
They fucked her into oblivion.
Into a release that had her arching, crying out to them and begging—
Begging when she had no idea what the pleas were for.
Begging when she knew, ultimately, that they would be the destruction of her.
Chapter Four
Stumbling from the bed of furs, Astra shakily stared down at the Wizards, much weaker than they were even before they had halted her flight from the cavern, and felt shock lance through her.
Her magick had aligned with theirs in ways she could not have believed possible.
Even now, light-green threads of power stroked over their sweat-dampened bodies, eased about their flesh and fought to infuse them with enough strength to protect them should they have need of it.
She was only barely aware of the Griffon babes dragging themselves back to the warmth of the Wizards, as though they sensed the magick upheaval of moments before had now cleared the air. As though they sensed their warmth, and even the magick that filled their own small bodies could be used by the Wizards who had given the last of their power to save their lives.
The Griffons settled back into their spots, sharing their warmth even as they drew from the warmth of the Wizards who had saved them.
How much easier had she gone to the Wizards?
Not once had she questioned her actions, the sanity or lack thereof in lying with them so easily.
How easily she had gone to them.
A simple touch of their magick stroking against her arm and she was panting for them? Coming to them like a bitch in heat and begging for their possession?
Had she no shame?
Had she no sense of honor?
Aye, she could have naught of either; else she would not have found herself here to begin with.
“Why do you acknowledge me, why attempt to claim me now?” How she hated the shakiness in her voice as she confronted them, so desperate for something to hold to that she would allow such questions to pass her lips. “You did not know me for what I was to you when you arrived to find a Consortress of power. Why want me now?”
The question plagued her. It was one that had left her sleepless far too many nights as she shed tears of shame that her Consorts would so look over her when she had felt such a shift within herself from first glance.
“Astra.” The conflict tearing at Rhydan was much easier to sense now that his power was so weakened. “We cannot explain this to you now, as much as it pains me. But I swear to you, soon…you will know the truth of many things.”
Later. Her life had always been later.
Later, she would be taught the secrets of the Mystic Forests she would one day command the power to.
Later she would learn the details of her father’s death and the battle with the humans that there was no record of.
One day—
And ’twas always one day. A day she feared would never come.
And she was so very tired of waiting. Especially when that “one day” was something her Wizard Consorts believed they could have as well.
“Explain now!” She needed something to hold on to. Something to assuage the guilt and the pain plaguing her. “Tell me, Wizards, did you even know your Consortress when first you faced her?”
How
Astra cried out against Torran’s chest as she reached with one hand to Rhydan as well. Gripping his forearm, her body so tense, clenched so tight against the magick invading her, she became lost to the implications of it.
Magick slipped deeper inside her, stretching her pussy, her rear, thrusting into her, building her pleasure higher.
Hot. Pulsing. As though their cocks were actually plowing inside her, stretching her, burning her with their possession.
A firestorm of erotic sensations ignited inside her at every point of sensitivity. Like pinpricks of ecstasy. They were blending, each tiny flame of sensuality merging together until it erupted.
Her pussy and her rear clenched on the strokes of magick driving into them. Swollen, hot, the magick cocks worked inside her, worked her.
They fucked her into oblivion.
Into a release that had her arching, crying out to them and begging—
Begging when she had no idea what the pleas were for.
Begging when she knew, ultimately, that they would be the destruction of her.
Chapter Four
Stumbling from the bed of furs, Astra shakily stared down at the Wizards, much weaker than they were even before they had halted her flight from the cavern, and felt shock lance through her.
Her magick had aligned with theirs in ways she could not have believed possible.
Even now, light-green threads of power stroked over their sweat-dampened bodies, eased about their flesh and fought to infuse them with enough strength to protect them should they have need of it.
She was only barely aware of the Griffon babes dragging themselves back to the warmth of the Wizards, as though they sensed the magick upheaval of moments before had now cleared the air. As though they sensed their warmth, and even the magick that filled their own small bodies could be used by the Wizards who had given the last of their power to save their lives.
The Griffons settled back into their spots, sharing their warmth even as they drew from the warmth of the Wizards who had saved them.
How much easier had she gone to the Wizards?
Not once had she questioned her actions, the sanity or lack thereof in lying with them so easily.
How easily she had gone to them.
A simple touch of their magick stroking against her arm and she was panting for them? Coming to them like a bitch in heat and begging for their possession?
Had she no shame?
Had she no sense of honor?
Aye, she could have naught of either; else she would not have found herself here to begin with.
“Why do you acknowledge me, why attempt to claim me now?” How she hated the shakiness in her voice as she confronted them, so desperate for something to hold to that she would allow such questions to pass her lips. “You did not know me for what I was to you when you arrived to find a Consortress of power. Why want me now?”
The question plagued her. It was one that had left her sleepless far too many nights as she shed tears of shame that her Consorts would so look over her when she had felt such a shift within herself from first glance.
“Astra.” The conflict tearing at Rhydan was much easier to sense now that his power was so weakened. “We cannot explain this to you now, as much as it pains me. But I swear to you, soon…you will know the truth of many things.”
Later. Her life had always been later.
Later, she would be taught the secrets of the Mystic Forests she would one day command the power to.
Later she would learn the details of her father’s death and the battle with the humans that there was no record of.
One day—
And ’twas always one day. A day she feared would never come.
And she was so very tired of waiting. Especially when that “one day” was something her Wizard Consorts believed they could have as well.
“Explain now!” She needed something to hold on to. Something to assuage the guilt and the pain plaguing her. “Tell me, Wizards, did you even know your Consortress when first you faced her?”
How
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