The door to our suite slams shut behind us, and I don’t even remember who closed it. My hands are already on Brooke’s hips, pushing her against the wall as our mouths crash together in a desperate kiss. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as her tongue slides against mine.
“God, I need you,” she gasps against my lips, her breath hot and ragged.
“Same,” I manage, already fumbling with the laces of her training tunic. My fingers feel clumsy, uncoordinated, like I’ve forgotten how to undress someone I’ve undressed a hundred times before.
She pushes my hands away. “Too slow.” In one fluid motion, she pulls the tunic over her head, revealing her sports bra beneath. I barely have time to admire her before she’s reaching for my clothes, tugging at my shirt with impatient hands.
We stumble toward the bed, shedding clothes as we go. My shirt catches on my head for a moment, and I hear Brooke laugh, that breathless, excited sound that makes my cock throb painfully against my pants. By the time I free myself, she’s already naked, standing beside the bed with her hands on her hips, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders like a golden curtain.
I practically tear my pants off, tripping over my own feet in my haste. Brooke catches me, her strong arms steadying me as we both tumble onto the bed. The soft mattress gives way beneath us, and suddenly we’re a tangle of limbs and desperate hands.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I groan as her hand wraps around my cock, her grip firm and sure.
“Me too,” she whispers, her voice husky. “Just because we can’t have sex right now doesn’t mean can’t have some fun. Every time Morgana was explaining those mana channels, all I could think about was your mouth on me.”
Before I can respond, Brooke’s hands are on my shoulders, pushing me onto my back. She sits over me. Her pussy hovering inches from my face while her mouth descends on my cock.
“Oh fuck!” I gasp as her warm lips wrap around me, taking me deep into her mouth. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I can feel her tongue swirling around my shaft, her hand gripping the base as she begins to bob up and down.
“Mmm, you taste like sweat,” she murmurs, pulling her mouth away just long enough to speak before diving back down.
“Sorry,” I pant, my voice strained. “I can go bathe if you want.”
She shakes her head, her blonde hair tickling my thighs. “No, I like it.” She looks up at me, her blue eyes dark with desire. “Now come on, taste me already.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My hands grip her thighs as I pull her closer, my tongue making contact with her soaking pussy. She tastes like sweat too, salty and musky, and I love it. We’re both so desperately horny for each other that this seems like our best option right now.
She moans around my cock as I lick her, the vibration sending shivers up my spine. I can feel her bobbing up and down on me while I’m tasting her divine pussy, the dual sensation almost overwhelming.
“Ahhh, Chris, right there!” she cries out, her voice muffled by my cock.
I double down on my efforts, my tongue working faster against her clit, circling and flicking with desperate hunger. Brooke’s reaction is immediate, her thighs clench around my head, and she lets out a series of high-pitched yelps that vibrate through my entire body.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she cries out, her voice breaking as she abandons my cock momentarily to brace herself against the headboard.
The sudden loss of her warm mouth makes me groan in frustration, but I don’t let up, driving my tongue deeper, tasting her essence as she writhes above me. Her pleasure becomes my obsession, and I feel a primal satisfaction watching her come undone.
She dives back down, taking me into her mouth with renewed fervor. The wet heat of her throat envelops me completely, and I feel the pressure building at the base of my spine.
“Brooke, I’m...” I gasp, my words cut short as she doubles her intensity, her hand working my shaft while her mouth creates the most exquisite suction I’ve ever felt.
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, my entire body tensing as I release down her throat. I keep my tongue buried inside her, wanting to feel as close to her as possible as waves of pleasure crash through me. The dual sensation of tasting her while she swallows me is almost too much to bear.
“I love you,” I moan into her pussy, the words muffled but heartfelt as my body continues to pulse with aftershocks.
Brooke doesn’t let up until I’ve finished completely, her throat working to take everything I have to give. When she finally pulls away, her lips are glistening, her eyes glassy with desire.
“God, I love you too,” she pants, collapsing beside me on the bed. “That was incredible.”
I lie there for a moment, my chest heaving, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure. But as I look over at Brooke’s naked body, I feel that familiar hunger stirring again.
“Hey,” I say, rolling onto my side to face her. “Want to go again?”
“Obviously.”
*****
[Morgana’s POV]
I stare into my crystal ball, my fingers digging into the armrests of my chair as I watch them. The image is clear, too clear, Christopher’s face buried between Brooke’s thighs while she takes him into her mouth. The sight makes my stomach churn with a rage so pure it burns like acid in my veins.
“Fuck!” I scream, hurling my glass of water at the wall. It shatters, water splattering across my ancient tomes like tears. “STOP TOUCHING HIM!”
The crystal ball shows Brooke moaning around Christopher’s cock, her blue eyes rolling back in pleasure. I want to reach through the magical barrier and rip her away from him. He’s supposed to be mine. The summoning spell was perfect. I made sure of it.
“HE MIGHT BE YOUR BOYFRIEND BUT HE’S MY MAN!” I snarl at the image, knowing they can’t hear me but needing to say it anyway.
I watch as they continue their disgusting display, my fingernails finding their way to my mouth. I bite down hard, the pain grounding me as I stare at the crystal ball’s image.
“It’s too early,” I mutter to myself, pacing the length of my study. “I should wait, let them settle in more before making my move.”
But the sight of them… it’s too much to bear. I can’t watch this for weeks or months. I need him now.
“Fuck it,” I hiss, turning away from the crystal ball. “I’ll have to bring in a third party. Someone to keep distance, someone I can control completely.”
The idea takes shape in my mind, and I can’t help but smile. A puppet, that’s what I need. Someone to tempt Christopher, to make him weak, to make him fall. And when he does, when the goddesses mark him as a cheater, he’ll have nowhere to turn but to me.
I move to my bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of ancient tomes until I find what I’m looking for, a grimoire bound in black leather with silver runes etched into the cover. The pages whisper as I flip through them, searching for the right spell.
“Here,” I whisper, my finger tracing the arcane symbols. “A possession spell, but subtle. Not complete control, just enough to guide, to influence.”
“Time to get Christopher to cheat,” I whisper, feeling the power surge through me. “Time to make him mine.”