Her motions paused, her hips resting against my own, as she looked around for a man in black robes.
“Can I have—” she began, gesturing to where we were joined. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as a Mage came over, a small ball of liquid gold grasped in his palm. He lifted his hand to the girl’s mouth and she greedily lapped at the magic. Almost instantly I felt her pussy relax, arousal suddenly soaking my cock as her nipples tightened and her pupils dilated.
Pleasure Magic.
She began to rock her hips in earnest even before the Mage stepped away, plucking at her nipples as she bounced hard and fast on my cock. The sudden gush of wetness, coupled with her now apparent pleasure, had my erection returning in an instant as I groaned.
“Release his hands,” one of the men said, but I barely heard him over the moans of the woman writhing on top of me. Seconds later, the straps holding my arms to my sides released, and I instantly reached up to grab her hips, my grip hard enoughto leave bruises, and I rocked her over my erection before lifting her just to slam her back down again.
My pants, her moans, and the sounds of my dick roughly entering her wet pussy were all I could hear as I brutally fucked her.
The faster I finish, the sooner I could leave.
I trusted Faylinn, trusted her rune, and if I wanted to leave here today, I needed to Awaken.
“I’m close,” I gritted between my teeth as sweat beaded on my forehead, causing the strap to chafe against my skin.
“Begin,” one of the robed men commanded, and I felt a litany of knives entering my skin from multiple angles. I ignored the pain as a few overzealous stabs scraped against bone and tore through muscle, focusing instead on the pleasure zinging down my spine.
My balls began to tighten, drawing closer to my body as I felt the telltale signs of my impending orgasm. I thrust into the girl once, twice, three times, and just as fire shot down my spine, I felt it.
Pure euphoria as the magic in my blood reacted to the external stimuli.
I panted and groaned as I shot my cum into the girl, holding her down with a punishing grip, refusing to let her off of me until I had spent every last drop inside of her.
She slipped off me immediately—I had barely finished coming—with a quick kiss to my temple and lips before retreating from my table, out of sight.
Almost immediately, my body began to convulse, my muscles involuntarily tightening and releasing as my innate magic began to wake.
This is it.
I vaguely registered hands as they worked to turn my body back onto the table.
“Strap him down,” one of the men in robes said, and I soon felt the bite of leather as the belts were refastened and tightened above my head, chest, and legs.
No sooner were the belts fastened than I felt my body shake uncontrollably. But there was no pain.
After watching countless deaths from this exact process, I thought it would be sheer agony. But all I felt was a strange wave of warmth and euphoria. It started in my chest and spread through the rest of my body with eachthump-thumpof my heart.
It was sheer ecstasy, and I swear I moaned from the feeling.
There was a bright flash of light, and then it was over.
All at once, just as quickly as it started, the euphoria retreated back to the center of my body and nestled beneath my sternum, quietly thrumming, just out of reach.
My mind came back to my body, and I was suddenly acutely aware of howtiredI was. Not just the physical exhaustion, but the mental and emotional exhaustion from the last few months. Those emotions caught up to me and manifested as silent tears as they tracked down my face and into my neck.
It’s over. It’s done.
I wept from the sheer relief of that thought.
“Did . . . did it work?” one of the men in black robes whispered in awe.
I opened my eyes to see the entire room—or what I could see from my prone position—staring at me. No one dared to move, scarcely anyone dared to breathe.
One of the robed men cautiously approached my table with two crystals in his hand—one was a beautiful gold, like molten honey. The other was an iridescent purple so dark it was almost black.
I startled as I realized both called to me—it was like I couldfeelthem. I tentatively reached my hand out, and the man quickly released my binds so I could move more freely.
