A magical interrogation.

Kennedy turns toward the main desk where the computer's located. Apparently she's forgotten the First Rule of Magic: Never trust a magic-user.

Her shoulders snap back and her wrists lock together behind her back; she drops to her knees and her ankles lock together. She tries to talk but nothing comes out.

"Miss O'Brien, I assume you are aware that practitioners of The Art can sense each other. I know you've studied that bookcase; what in it was so important?"

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

"I seem to recall I asked the first question. You will answer me now, please."

Help me here, godling!

I can't; he's more powerful than me until I get some energy.

How do you get energy?

Anything that focuses personal spirit on me or you; worship and adoration are best, but they've been in short supply for the last few centuries. Sex is the closest you've got in any quantity.

"Fuck you."

"Miss O'Brien, you don't seem to understand who's in charge here. Perhaps I should show you. Kyrethtrex!"

Her clothes melt to the consistency of syrup and drip off her into a puddle on the floor. Your body is trembling in fear and... is that arousal?

"Now, answer me or I will make you lick them up. That's not an issue now, but in half an hour when they change back to cloth it will be... uncomfortable."

"Like I said, fuck you."

What are you doing? He's a lot more powerful than you!

Trust me. He's going to use Grasping Hands next.

And how is that going to help?

The floor sprouts a dozen arms which grab your joints and pull you fully prone. You feel a slight twinge of power as she casts something.

One of the hands starts getting friendly on her clit. Two other small hands sprout beneath her and start rubbing and caressing her nipples. Even the ones holding her are caressing as much as restraining.

I used to masturbate with this spell in high school.

"Uhn! Aaah! Please, stop it! Please!"

"Give me a reason to."

Here comes the big one.

Another hand rises out of the ground; two hands spread and press her ass cheeks and a huge slick finger pierces her sphincter. A moment later the hand on the underside thrusts into her sopping wet cunt. Her passion is rushing in like an oncoming freight train.

"Please! It hurts! Aaah! Nngh! Nooo!"

It doesn't hurt; in fact it's quite the opposite. And her pretend protests are just turning your body on further. The orgasm brings you to tears and gasping sobs.

"No more! Please!"

Tiny fingers draw mystical designs on her tummy using her cum as ink. Mystical energy is washing into her; not just her own, but his.

His hissed whisper is accompanied by his hot breath in her ear. "Tell me what I want to know."

"I can't; I'm too afraid! Nnnahh!"

"Tell me."

She's surprised when the hands push her hips up, and even more when something larger and thicker than a finger thrusts itself into her vagina.

That's his cock! Isn't it?

You don't know?

I've never had a guy penetrate me before! Oh god that feels good!

Yes, that is indeed his cock.

Each thrust bangs you forward and the doggy-style is rubbing your most sensitive over and over. His hands on your shoulders push your body down with each thrust and increase pressure on your breasts from the massaging hands growing out of the floor. A tsunami of mystical energy floods your body along with his cum. The tiles are reflecting the light from your glowing eyes. All thought dissolves in the sheer wash of ecstasy as Kennedy comes again.

Wow.