I focus on her clit, sweeping down to her entrance.She’s soaked, and gods, does she taste divine.Like sweet musk and electricity.Like golden sunrises and autumn blossoms.
I moan into her cunt as I move over and over her flesh, licking up every drop she gives me.It only makes her wetter, and she drowns my tongue in her excitement.
I grip her thighs so hard I know I must be leaving bruises.But I don’t care, I want my finger marks there even when we rid her of the runes.I lick slow circles around her hardening clit.
When she’s twitching and sensitive, I switch to lighter, quicker flicks.That elicits a moan that is pure filth.I wish I could capture it.Keep the sound of her coming undone wrapped against my heart forever.
I release one of her thighs and bring my fingers to her entrance.She’s so ready for me.I push inside her and then pull out just as slowly.Her legs shake, the tremble of holding herself against the table when really she wants to come apart.
“More.I need more.”
But she’s not getting what she wants.
I will fuck her on my terms and take my sweet time, enjoying the way she soaks my tongue.Revelling in the heat from her walls and the way my fingers glide like silk through her excitement.
Fuck.
If Ignatius reaped me here and now, I’d go willingly.I want to die with my mouth on her cunt and her excitement on my tongue.
I curl my fingers and drive a little harder, a little faster, but not at the pace she wants.I will make this last.Carve the feel and shape of her pussy into my mind so I never forget.
“Midnight, please, I can’t… I can’t hold on.”
Her body shines so bright I have to close my eyes against the glare and pray to the gods that an orgasm won’t make her explode.
She moans, one of her legs slips, and she falls over the edge, crying out, panting and gripping the table until it creaks and groans under the pressure of her clench.
But I’m not done.
Not by a long shot.
We’re in the Prima Tower, there’s magic here, I could use it for…
A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I call the tower’s magic to me.It comes easier than Finis’s, probably the connection it has to demonic magic.
This is a total defiling and misuse of magic, but I don’t care.
I pull my fingers out of Lucy’s pussy and flip her around so she leans over the table.
“Hold tight, baby girl.”
I loop the thick black ribbons of magic into a harness of sorts, tightening it around my arse and thighs.And then I reshape another thread of magic, squashing it until it’s a huge shadowy dildo.I slide it into the harness and step close to Lucy’s backside.
She gasps.“What are you?—”
“Quiet,” I say and notch the cock to her entrance.
“But what if they hear?”
“Then you’ll have to keep your mouth shut, won’t you?Now be a good girl, and tell me your safe word…”
“Satan,” she breathes and tilts her arse up, making the shadows dip into her pussy.She gasps, her eyes rolling shut.
Her skin glimmers, the rune marks glowing like fireworks in the night sky.I thrust in, pushing the shadow cock right to the hilt.Her head hangs forward.Hair falls over her face as tension ripples through her arms and down into her hands gripping the table.
I slide my hands up her bare legs and under her robes to grip her breasts.She moans and arches into me.I drag my hips back and shunt forward.Lucy moans again, her body breaking out in goosebumps.
“Harder,” she pleads.
