Her eyes close immediately and she’s suddenly falling over the edge, her cunt fluttering around me, pulling me deeper into its depths, squeezing my cock so fucking perfectly that I can’t help but follow her into bliss.
I hold her hips hard and spill into her, my body spasming in the throes of pleasure while I distantly recall that I was trying not to find my release.
When I come back to myself, Bryn is still under me, looking sated, and yet afeared.
‘What’s happened to me?’ she asks.
I can’t explain properly, so I look to Morgan whose hands are still caressing her body gently, as if trying to calm her.
‘You’ll feel better soon, Bryn,’ he rumbles.
‘How do you know?’ she whispers.
‘I just do,’ he answers and then hushes her. ‘We won’t hurt you.’
She swallows hard and shifts under me. My softening cock slips from her and Morgan gives me a look.
‘I couldn’t help it,’ I say. ‘And anyway, in the cave she only needed to be fucked once before she felt better. It might be over.’
‘Perhaps.’
I hear a groan from the floor and my eyes narrow as I refasten my breeches and get off the bed.
Morgan, noticing Bryn’s eyes on the casement again, stays on the bed with her, drawing her into his lap.
‘You’re safe. But no fighting andno more biting, or I will bind your wrists to the bed and gag you, understand, my little human?’
She nods sulkily, even letting her head rest on Morgan’s chest while she closes her eyes.
On the floor, Locke turns over and groans again. ‘Jak? Is that you?’
‘Aye,’ I say coldly. ‘Morgan too.’
‘Thank the gods,’ he whispers, slowly sitting up against the side of the bed. ‘I was afraid?—’
I haul him up by his tunic.
‘You fucking cunt,’ I snarl in his face. ‘You?—’
But I can’t think of anything else to say, so I just ball up my fist and punch him hard in the stomach.
He doubles over and I strike his face with my knee, making him fall back to the floor.
I’d expected some excuses, or some begging, but he gives us none. He doesn’t fight back and he doesn’t use magick either.He’s silent as I hit him again and again. When I get tired, I pour a healing vial down his throat, and let him splutter and choke on it.
Morgan, who I see has had to tie Bryn’s wrists to the headboard because she’s been trying to run again, stands and picks Locke up. He watches him as he heals.
‘Cast a conjure around the room,’ he commands Locke. ‘We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?’
Locke gives a jerky nod and his fingers move at his side.
‘It’s done,’ he croaks.
Morgan wastes no time. He throws Locke against the wall now that he knows the guards won’t be called.
‘You won’t have had a beating like this before, mage,’ he snarls.
Locke nods again and Morgan hits him so hard across his cheek that his face snaps to the side and I fear Morgan has killed him, but then our former friend lets out a low moan.
