you are free. Now… let me try this.”
Her delicate hand slid under the layers of fabric that constituted his clothing. She took hold of his rock-solid cock and gave it a squeeze. He did exactly what she told him not to and jolted in his seat.
“By the Skies,” he growled. “It won’t matter if this suit is gone or not. I’ll be good for nothing if you don’t stop this immediately.”
“I can feel it, the extra magic. It’s… amazing.”
Then she had the nerve to run her hand back and forth, up and down his cock slowly and deliberately. He tried to keep silent, to give no indication of what she was doing to him. The suit tingled around him, as if her body already engulfed him. His arms could move freely now, yet he kept them at his sides, helpless against her motion.
“This is no magic I know,” she said, her voice tight and breathy.
She grasped his cock more firmly, urgency starting to show in her actions. His heart pounded in his chest and he struggled to maintain his control. It was too soon, too soon to let loose.
He was not held fast as before, he had room to shift, to raise his arms if he dared, but he was not free. The magic in the suit still held him to his chair. He was trapped there, forced to endure Raea’s caresses.
He could feel her body rocking against him, following the movement of her hand as she stroked and squeezed. He wanted to see her, to gaze at her form and watch as passion took over her eyes. But all he saw was the room around him, the empty air where he knew a panting, hot fairy actually was. He could feel her breathing, feel her going moist against his leg as she slid back and forth.
“I can’t take much more of this,” he murmured, digging his fingertips into the chair in a desperate attempt not to grab her and pull her just inches forward, just enough to impale her with his huge, throbbing cock.
“Hush. You can take it. Just a little bit more… I feel the suit slipping…”
That’s not all that was slipping. He was rapidly losing control, falling under the waves of passion that would soon take him over, and they’d both be helpless against the outcome. And the outcome wouldn’t be silent, nor could it be contained in this room. One thing Kyne knew about passion, it brought out his human side. And that meant he grew. Not just the important part of him, either.
“Stop, Raea. You’ve got to stop,” he begged her.
“No… Almost there now…”
“I can’t… You don’t know…”
“It’s working. Hold on just a bit longer.”
He knew she was right. He could feel the suit losing its hold, he could feel freedom taking him over. But freedom was nothing compared to the passion. It was too late to hold back. Her sighing, her caressing, her rocking… it had sent him too far.
He shifted in his chair and reached for her, instinct taking over and passion ruling every part of him. He pulled her to him. She arched in his arms and with an audible groan he sank his cock into the warm, wet center of her. She gasped, clawing at him as her rocking continued. The passion had taken her over, too.
By the Skies, she felt good. He thrust into her and felt the last constraint of the suit fall away. One more thrust and she came against him, her cries loud and unfettered. He felt his own body respond, felt the humanity surging and knew he had to act now. He couldn’t let himself lose control now, not here, not this way. He hadn’t been fully honest with her, hadn’t confessed the truth of what happened to him when passion took hold and climax roared over him. For her sake, now, he had to stop.
It was nearly too late. Raea’s skin felt blazing hot where she touched him, her body demanding all that he had and then more. He was helpless under her spell. Completion was coming over him with tidal-wave force, bringing with it all the aspects of his humanity he struggled so hard to contain. For her sake, he had to stop.
By the Skies, but it hurt down to his soul to push her
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