Ivy felt lightheaded. But not just her, Damon too.
The room seemed to spin, the firelight blurring into golden smears, everything felt like a fever dream.
"She's so red, Your Majesty... look at how red she is..." Magnus whispered as he spread her pussy open with careful fingers. His eyes drank in the sight of her, flushed, dripping, trembling, and he placed his tip over her opening with reverent slowness.
He pushed, just barely, then retreated. Her folds hugged him greedily, slick and hot and begging for more. "Like a flower…" he murmured. "A flower full of sweet nectar."
Damon's face was no longer pale. It was burning, flushed with a heat he couldn't control. Because Magnus positioned right behind him, he had just realized something.
Magnus was huge. Bigger than him. Not just his body, the man was lean, yes, but the breadth of his shoulders and the presence of him seemed to envelop Damon entirely by sheer physical superiority.
