By the Magic of Starlight (The Forbidden Realm)
touching my wings I’m going to break out of this suit and give everyone a good show. No doubt they’ve got me under observation.”
    “No, they don’t,” Raea said and purposefully stroked the full length of Kyne’s beautiful left wing. “I heard Pimma and Swift in the corridor. They went into some room where magic won’t work. Pimma’s stone would be damaged in there, so she didn’t take it with her.”
    “I’m not under surveillance?”
    “Not for right now.”
    He shifted again. “You shouldn’t have told me that. Now all I can do is think of all the things I’d love to do to you while no one is watching.”
    His wings flapped once, twice. He lifted a hand to try to find where she was. She could tell he moved more freely than he had before. Was something happening to the suit? Was it losing its magic?
    “I’m over here now,” she said, moving to his right side.
    He reached for her, this time his hand raising enough to actually contact her belly. She stood still for him, let him feel his way up until his fingertips brushed over her nipples. Now her body was reacting to his. If only things were different… if only they weren’t here…
    “The suit is loosening, I can feel it,” he said.
    She could tell it was true. But what could possibly be draining its power? Was there something in the building dampening magic? She reached into her pouch, fingered her dust. No, the magic was strong. She felt the usual tingle. So what was happening to the confinement suit?
    “It’s you,” Kyne said, obviously wondering the same thing. “What you do to me. Look, I can move my arms, spread my wings now.”
    “But how—?”
    “Come closer. Let me try something.”
    She obeyed, moving to his side. He was able to touch her with both hands now and the feel of his skin against hers had the usual effect. Passion flared into flame inside her and she knew they had to stop this now before the heat overwhelmed them both and they did things to regret.
    “It’s the passion,” he said. “It’s releasing the magic.”
    “But we’ve never noticed that before.”
    “Neither of us has ever been bound in a confinement suit before.”
    He seemed to be a bit more intrigued by the notion of that than he should have been. She ignored him.
    “So… what do we do?”
    “I think you know what we do.”
    Oh yes, she wanted to do exactly that! But not here, not now… not when council officials could walk in on them at any moment. Swift and Pimma were just up the hall, and as soon as Pimma left that special room she’d collect her Watcher Stone again. She would see Kyne, see Raea and… but no, she wouldn’t.
    Raea glanced at herself, or tried to, at least. Nothing. Her invisibility was still holding up just fine. Maybe they wouldn’t be seen. If Kyne could simply hold still perhaps she knew how to get him released. In more ways than one.
    “Can you see me?” she asked softly.
    “I wish that I could.”
    “Well, don’t. No wishing. Here’s what we’ll do, but you have to follow my instructions no matter what.”

Chapter Three
    She was moving beside him, he could feel the heat from her lithe body, the brush of air from an occasional wing flap. He could sense the distinctive, sweet smell of her. And then he could feel her. Her skin was against his, her hands on his chest, and he felt her thighs slide over him.
    She was straddling him! By the Clouds and the Air, he could feel her warm and willing against him. Rather than providing a barrier, the confinement suit that held him pinned to his chair served to heighten every sensation. His cock went hard and strained at his clothing.
    “Shhh,” she urged him, her breath brushing his lips. “No one will know that I’m here. We can get you out of these bonds and use my dust to get free.”
    “These bonds are the only thing keeping me from tossing you onto the table.”
    “Stay silent, and hold still. If anyone does start to monitor the room, they must suspect nothing until

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