( she rests one hand on his shoulder, keeping her gaze on his as his fingers seek her out, a soft sound falling from her. rowena sways into his hand, a small rock against him, encouraging his touch )
I've experimented with it in many forms over the years, pleasure especially. ( when you get to her age, sometimes you need a little more than just a decent fuck.
especially if you had no lover. one day she'll tell you all about enchanted sex toys.
as her fingers brush over his shoulder he'll feel a tingle, sensing that magical signature again, an almost electric jolt running from her fingers down his back, a pleasurable touch of her magic )
[ That buzz of magic sparking down Stephen’s spine punches a hitch of indrawn breath out of him, a small gasp, and it instantly sets the mind to wondering. What else could she do with her magic, so mathematically precise, just straddling the line of electricity nipping his skin? He’s so often been the preeminent sorcerer in a room, arrogant and learned, and it’s unexpectedly delightful to find himself on the back foot for once. Her age is indeed a benefit. ]
I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure, [ ha ] of mingling magic in the bedroom before, so you’ll have a few things to, ah, show me—
[ Rowena rocks into his hand as he finds the right angle. He’d been a surgeon, he’d played the piano excellently, he had once prided himself on being able to turn women into a quivering mess with nothing but his fingers alone: so he starts the leisurely circling, feeling her become wetter, his touch more slippery, the woman rising up on tiptoe into the press of his hand. The height difference means it’s not the optimal angle, however, and so he pauses to kiss her again, murmuring against her lips, ]
This might call for relocating. If you get on the bed, I can scribe the wards.
[ Because they’ll need that circle amended, the pentagram drawn to harness all the energy they’ll soon be generating. ]
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( she rests one hand on his shoulder, keeping her gaze on his as his fingers seek her out, a soft sound falling from her. rowena sways into his hand, a small rock against him, encouraging his touch )
I've experimented with it in many forms over the years, pleasure especially. ( when you get to her age, sometimes you need a little more than just a decent fuck.
especially if you had no lover. one day she'll tell you all about enchanted sex toys.
as her fingers brush over his shoulder he'll feel a tingle, sensing that magical signature again, an almost electric jolt running from her fingers down his back, a pleasurable touch of her magic )
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I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure, [ ha ] of mingling magic in the bedroom before, so you’ll have a few things to, ah, show me—
[ Rowena rocks into his hand as he finds the right angle. He’d been a surgeon, he’d played the piano excellently, he had once prided himself on being able to turn women into a quivering mess with nothing but his fingers alone: so he starts the leisurely circling, feeling her become wetter, his touch more slippery, the woman rising up on tiptoe into the press of his hand. The height difference means it’s not the optimal angle, however, and so he pauses to kiss her again, murmuring against her lips, ]
This might call for relocating. If you get on the bed, I can scribe the wards.
[ Because they’ll need that circle amended, the pentagram drawn to harness all the energy they’ll soon be generating. ]