Keep going (Sorcery!)
From Create Your Own Story
You’re not done tormenting her. You step it up a notch, clamping your hand over her breast, squeezing hard before dragging your thumb in slow, deliberate circles around her nipple. “Please!” she gasps, struggling against your grasp. You smirk, dipping your head to blow a cool breath across her neck, then nipping her earlobe just hard enough to make her jolt.
Your hand slides lower, fingers brushing the inside of her thigh, so close to her dripping crotch that she trembles, but you stop short, pulling back to trace lazy patterns across her stomach instead.
“Not yet,” you murmur tauntingly, and she loses it – her pleas turn to wild, incoherent cries, her body arching as far as your hold allows. She’s a mess, robe tangled around her arms, sweat beading on her skin, eyes glassy with need as the FUK spell drives her crazier, her sanity fraying under your relentless teasing. “I’ll do anything – anything!” she chokes out, voice breaking, on the edge of something feral.
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