Magic

Steven felt Melissa stir beside him, her warmth a steady pulse in the pre-dawn quiet. “Hey, babe,” she murmured, voice soft but playful, her silver hair spilling across his chest. He stroked it—three feet of silken glory from his Fleshsculpting—and smiled. “When’d ye get in last night?” he asked, fingers lingering in the strands.

“Oh, worked late—more than just filin’ papers,” she explained, stretching against him. “Had a hell of a time convincin’ the guard to let me through. He was all grumbly ‘bout it, but finally gave in—escorted me right here to make sure I was joinin’ ye, not sneakin’ a free bed or stealin’ somethin’.” She shrugged, her fuller curves shifting under the covers. Steven let out a light chortle, amused. “Well, since ye’re here…” he teased, voice low.

Her eyes flared wide, a spark of soulbound heat igniting—she couldn’t stop herself. She dove under the blanket, her tiny hands zeroing in on his dick with greedy precision. She gripped him, her small fingers—nimble, gnome-sized—wrapping tight, stroking fast and firm, a frantic rhythm that sent jolts up his spine. Her lips followed, hot and eager, sucking him hard—her mouth a tight, wet vise, tongue swirling wild around the tip, then plunging deep. She bobbed, relentless, her hands pumping in sync—little fists sliding up and down, slick with spit, squeezing just right as she sucked, a hungry hum vibrating through him. Her hair spilled everywhere, brushing his thighs, a silver curtain to her fervor.

Steven groaned, heat building fast—she was ravenous, her doubled sensitivity from his Soulbinding driving her wild. Her tongue flicked, lips locked, hands relentless—stroking, tugging, a frantic dance of need. He couldn’t hold it—pleasure crashed, and he came hard, spilling into her mouth with a shuddering grunt. She moaned loud—“Mmmph!”—and, impossibly, came too, her body quaking against him, fully satisfied by some arcane echo of his release. Her lips parted mid-moan, cum leaking out, drooling down her chin in a messy, glistening trail as she gasped, eyes glazed with bliss.

She slumped against him, panting, a drooly grin on her face, her tiny hands still resting on his thighs. “Gods, Stevey…” she breathed, cum-streaked and content, oblivious to the soulbound thread tying her pleasure to his.