A knock on the door

A knock at the door shattered their trance of lustful devotion.

Dave froze mid-thrust, his head snapping toward the sound, his chest heaving as reality pierced their bubble. Abbie whimpered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him back. “No, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice raw, her eyes wild with need. “Ignore it, Dave—please, just keep fucking me.”

Abbie sat up, her hair a tangled mess, her expression shifting from lust to irritation. “They’ll go away,” she insisted, reaching for him, but the knocking turned into a pounding, accompanied by a muffled voice calling through the door.

“Dave? Abbie? You in there?” It was a familiar tone—Tracey’s, edged with confusion and something else. Desperation, maybe.

“Dave are you ok?” Leah called, her words trembling. “You weren't at school today and haven't been answering our texts. We're really worried about you.”

Dave’s mind raced, the spell binding him to Abbie tugging at him even as a thread of his old self wondered what the hell was happening. Hours had passed—how long had they been out there, drawn back by his magic? He looked at Abbie, her beauty still magnetic, her devotion absolute, and felt the pull to ignore the door, to dive back into her arms.

Dave’s gaze lingered on the door for a moment, the frantic pounding and **** cries of Tracey and Leah echoing through the room like a distant storm. Their voices grew louder, more pleading—“Dave, please, we need you!” Tracey shouted, her tone cracking with desperation, while Leah’s softer sobs carried a trembling, “It hurts without you!”—but the pull of Abbie, sprawled beneath him, her sweat-slicked body glistening in the dim light, was stronger. Her eyes locked onto his, fierce and possessive, and she reached up, her fingers curling around his neck to pull him back down.

“Forget them,” Abbie whispered, her voice a sultry command laced with devotion. “They don’t matter. Only I do. Only us.” Her legs tightened around his waist, urging him closer, and the magic binding him to her surged, drowning out the noise from outside with the overwhelming need to please her, to worship her.

Dave groaned, his resistance crumbling as he sank back into her, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was all hunger and surrender. “You’re right,” he murmured against her mouth, his hands sliding down her curves, reverent and ****. “Just you, Abbie. Always you.” He thrust into her again, hard and deep, and her moan of approval vibrated through him, stoking the fire of his devotion.

The knocks grew more erratic, Tracey’s voice rising to a wail—“Dave, open the damn door! We can’t take it anymore!”—while Leah’s pleas dissolved into incoherent whimpers, but Dave and Abbie were lost to it. The world beyond their sweaty embrace faded to a dull hum, irrelevant against the symphony of their bodies. Abbie arched beneath him, her nails raking down his back as she chanted his name like a prayer, her enhanced beauty a shrine he worshipped with every thrust, every touch. “Yes, Dave—fuck me, love me, never stop,” she gasped, her voice breaking with ecstasy.

He obeyed, his devotion absolute, his stamina fueled by the Blessing of Innus as he drove into her over and over. They rolled across the floor, a tangle of limbs and lust, her on top one moment, riding him with a wild abandon that made her hair cascade like a dark halo, then him pinning her down, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with a reverence that bordered on obsession. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her skin, mixing with hers, and they laughed—breathless, delirious—as they chased climax after climax, each one binding them tighter.

Outside, the cries grew more ****, Tracey’s fists hammering the door until the wood rattled, her voice hoarse with frustration. “Please, Dave, we’re begging you! It’s like fire—we need you!” Leah’s sobs turned to a keening wail, her words slurring into, “I’ll do anything, just let us in!” But Dave didn’t hear them—not really. His ears were filled with Abbie’s moans, his eyes with her flushed, perfect face, his senses with the heat and scent of her. She was his world, his goddess, and he was hers, their mutual worship a closed loop that nothing could penetrate.

“Mine,” Abbie gasped as she clenched around him, her body shuddering with another orgasm, her eyes locked on his with a possessive intensity. “Say it, Dave.”

“Yours,” he panted, his own release crashing through him, his devotion sealing the word as he collapsed against her, their bodies trembling in unison. They lay there for a moment, panting, only to start again—her hands guiding him, his lips tracing her skin, their rhythm unbroken as they fucked through the night, oblivious to the chaos outside.

The knocking slowed, then stopped, Tracey and Leah’s voices fading into exhausted, broken sobs as they slumped against the door, their enchanted need unmet. But inside, Dave and Abbie continued, their worship of each other unrelenting, hours stretching into a timeless blur of sweat and ecstasy.