unbelievable

The incredible background feeling of stimulation continues to reverberate as the man's tool finds it's groove and presses it's way into your abdomen. A single instance of pain runs through your body, resetting your nervous system. Suddenly a new frontier of undiscovered nerves awaken and make themselves known. You feel your consciousness expand from its center to make room for this whole new class of experience. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for this. In the final moment before your mind collapsed it attempted to send out one last **** message. You're lips form something primal , a guttural groan. If there were remnants of your masculine self left, still obstinately denying plainly observed reality then that groan was its last stand. When your mind came back online the magisterium suffered no more heretics. You were a sorceress you could not go back, you would not go back.

Reality returns to your awareness and Bingman has moved from mere penetration to active fucking. How much time has passed you dare not even speculate. In a kind of conscious haze floating on top of a cloud of pleasure you look over to see Tritera now using both hands towards her own satisfaction. One attending to her breasts and the other making rapid work of her vulva. You meet eyes. Something is communicated but you couldn't say what. You hoped she knew you were grateful.

The man finds time to reach up and pinch your nipple, causing a triangle of electricity to form between your mind, nipple and pussy. Not a figurative triangle of electricity. Literal bolts of lightning were arcing across your body. You were experiencing a peak state and a living rod could hardly be more in resonance with you. Bingman would later tell tale of the lady from the east he had laid with blazing fires in her eyes. You couldn't say if the electricity interacted with the sexual. whether the orgasms caused the lightning or the lightning caused the orgasms. Your mind now entirely disassociated from the quivering sack of organs too wrapped in convulsing orgasms to play host wondered if it was some kind of positive feedback loop where your orgasms caused lightning which caused orgasms.

Bingman, being male, was immune to such a feedback loop. The male physiology wisely included a refractory period to ward off such crippling nonsense. He simply exploded deep in your belly in response to the electricity and was spared the mind altering experience that violently shook your body. You are saved from infinite regress only because after a few moments you were denied a rod for your magic to continue working.

Your mind returns to your body slowly. You're vaguely aware that Bingman and Tritera had come down to notice you comatose. Fortunately Tritera seemed to diagnose the problem and send Bingman on his way, prideful in literally temporarily disabling a woman with his cock. You can't respond but the words do sink into your skull slowly.

Tritera : "This can happen sometimes with elementalists who can't control themselves yet. You'll be ok, it just takes some time to come back."