Then I slowly dip a finger to find her ready, thirsting for more. And I rise, looking down at her.
This is how I wanted her from the very beginning. Spread wide open for me, craving me, her eyes worshiping my cock, her body begging me to penetrate her. No glamour, no tricks.
And I oblige. I slowly sheath myself into her, giving her time to adjust to my thickness. I feel the wet velvet of her flesh stretch around me, and her eyes widen in fear.
“Diaphonus,” the human whispers, and I cannot tell if it is a plea or an order as I lose control. Gone are the mighty mage and fair Priest of the Light. Only the beast remains.
I plunge until the sheath envelops me whole, and she squirms under me, powerless in the raw grip of my hands. I spot the purple marks of Tarcyll’s fingers on her thighs, which drives me into a frenzy. I want to reclaim, punish, and conquer her only for myself. And so I do.
I am pounding into her with ferocity, my cock unable to get enough of her hot tightness. Her hands are on my stomach, and I cannot understand if she is trying to pull me in or push me away.
Then she cries a short warning, and I feel her squeezing my length. I deliver a series of fast and powerful trusts, and she is done for. I gently gather her in my arms as she falls apart, murmuring unintelligible words, and sheath myself fully, spilling myself with hot intense gushes inside her. Her twitches slowly die out, and I release her. Suddenly I feel the pull of raw magic distorting the reality around me, a wave of untamed power sweeping my hideout so violently that the walls shake. I’m still hazy from my release and don’t react fast enough to capture this force, and it seeps through the world around us, lost to me forever.
Then I realize it: if I want to harvest all this arcane energy, we need another. Another male to please her so I can focus solely on absorbing and studying this power.
My body and mind react controversially to the thought of seeing her ravaged by Tarcyll again. My length gets heavier, and I lick my lips, anticipating the sight of her stretched wide while my friend brutally takes her. Yet jealousy stings my heart, and I decide to have her for myself a few more times before presenting to her my suggestion.
It is a long way to unlock all her potential, yet the first steps are taken. I cradle her in my arms and kiss her forehead.
“We did it, Celeste. You did it,” I purr while I watch sleep claiming her.
The human agrees without hesitation to continue our “experiments.” The mage inside me triumphs but so does the male, gone feral at the thought that she is only mine for a while. And she is quite devoted to the cause.
Her limbs are tied to my bedposts with silk scarves—this is how I desire to see her—naked, helpless, and at my mercy. Her seam glistens wet in the warm candlelight, and her nipples stiffen as she watches me approach her and slowly disrobe. Her soft eyes burn with anticipation while she stares at my torso and erect length. I lean down and roughly slide it into her mouth, savoring the sight of her teary eyes as she chokes on my cock. Then I kneel before her slit, smirking at how her pink flesh throbs, responding to the hot huffs of my breath. I have had her in many ways in the last days, and her body has learned to worship mine. I rub my dripping tip against her nub, taunting her, and she moans, her lavish breasts heaving. By the Serpent, I could do this forever.
“Look at me, Celeste,” I demand, and her glazed eyes meet mine while she tries to impale herself on my thick cock. I deny her this pleasure and insist, “We have discovered the way to awaken your magic,” she confirms with a distracted nod, her opening pulsating with desire. I enter her with just the crown of my manhood and feel the stretch of her silky walls welcoming me. She shudders and tries to take more of me, yet the ties hold her in place. I am fully in control.
“The primal pleasure you experience, combined with your reaction to Fae magic, hold the key to harnessing your power.” The human writhes around me as another inch penetrates her. “Yet I find myself too… invested in the process to be able to harvest the magic you emit fully.” She looks at me, her gaze hazy, unable to understand why we are discussing this now.
“That is why I have decided to ask an old friend for help. Tarcyll will join us in exploring this so I can focus on researching your… reactions…” Her lips part as if about to object, yet I sheath myself fully, filling her up, the spasms of bliss depriving her of the ability to speak.
“What do you think of another Fae male pleasing you, Celeste?” She clamps around me, desperate for friction, yet I remain firm and motionless. “How would you feel if the spymaster ravishes your mouth while I do this?” A moan escapes her when I slam my hips against her, “Or do you prefer him worshipping you as I do while I watch?”
Her climax is close, and I withdraw from her pussy, a cruel smile on my face. “Both of us feasting on the divine pleasure your body can provide simultaneously?”
“Diaphonus, please—”
“Yes, my little bird.” I circle her soaked, shuddering slit lazily with the tip of my cock. “Would you want this?”
She tugs on the scarves restraining her wrists and ankles, panting.
“Tell me what you want,” I command, slowly entering her.
“I want you—” she squirms, and I smile, “and him too…”
“You want us to do what to you, Celeste?” I insist and withdraw again, sweat dewing my brow at the effort to restrain myself.
“I want your cocks buried deep inside me… at the same time—”
The idea is so maddening that I fill her up with my seed after three deep pumps. I consume her mouth in a bruising kiss, feeling her clutching around me in aftershocks and curse myself for all that magic that showers around us, disappearing into nothingness.
Then I untie her and head to my study. It is time to see an old friend.
When, hours later, a surprised Tarcyll steps out of the portal, looking frighteningly beautiful in his immaculate suit, a bottle of tequila in his right hand, Celeste retreats a step. I cannot conceal my triumph—it is me she trusts the most.
Celeste is quiet over dinner, listening attentively to our conversation with the spymaster. He flashes his white fangs in a predatory smile when I reveal why I brought him here.
“You are forgiven, priest, for leaving me at the mercy of the Dreadful One, who, by the way, never appeared. Yet it is important that our human guest agrees to this arrangement.”
