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channel power to the Sorcerer. It is also, by far, the most pleasurable.”
His smile and touch remained gentle, but Miranda saw the fresh spark deep in his black eyes. He was remembering too—the way he had touched her and suckled her. Was he thinking of his cock thrusting inside her? She was, and of how very much she had enjoyed it.
She pulled her hand out of his.
“Why both of you?”
Corwin glanced at Darius, who lifted one eyebrow.
“Darius and I have been comrades in battle for a long time. He needed strength as much as I did.” Corwin smiled again. “And, I am not ashamed to admit, it was also because I enjoy it that way.”
“You do?” Miranda kept her gaze on Corwin. She did not think she could stand looking at Darius at that moment.
“Yes, very much. And I believe that you did as well.”
Two of them, their hands exploring her, arousing her, mouths against her lips, tongues teasing her hard nipples, her hot pussy. Their hard cocks, in her sheath and in her hand . . . Oh, yes, she had enjoyed every moment of it.
Miranda gripped the lapels of her dressing gown again.
“Which is neither here nor there,” interjected Darius sharply. “What you need to know, Miranda Prosper, is that you are an unusually powerful Catalyst.”
Corwin cut in. “When you were with us the first time, you should have drawn the magic from the blossoming plants, from the trees, and from the Earth even, and it should have channeled through you into Darius and myself. That is not what happened. Instead, you drew magic out of me, and you held it inside you.”
“Nearly killing yourself and him in the process,” finished Darius.
Miranda stared at the both of them. “Is that true?” she demanded of Corwin.
Corwin shot Darius a warning look. “It is true,” he said. “The fire you felt in you, the pain and illness and all the rest of it ... That was the effect of drinking down my magic. Because you did not know how to disperse it, it stayed in you, raw and uncontrolled, and yes, it would have killed you had we not found you.”
“And that I almost killed you? Is that true as well?”
“What nearly killed me was my own folly,” said Corwin. “I was too eager to make love with you to check the precautions I had made against such an eventuality, as rare as I believed it to be. I behaved like a reckless boy, and for that, I am sorry.”
Some of Miranda’s anger and fear subsided at this, but Darius folded both arms and resumed his pensive staring out the window.
“So, you are telling me I am some sort of succubus, then?”
“No. A succubus is a daemon. She drinks a man’s sexual energy to feed herself, and that will eventually kill him. What happened between us was an innocent mistake on your part, and a foolish one on ours.”
He said these last words to Darius, and Miranda turned to see Darius’s reaction. For a long moment, Darius stood still, his face grim. Then he nodded stiffly.
Miranda wrapped her arms across her breasts, hugging herself. She must think clearly. She must set aside her shock and disbelief, and all words like “perversion” and “insanity.” They would not serve her. She must analyze what Corwin and Darius said, and come to an understanding of it.
She took a deep breath. “You said you were in a battle. Against whom?”
“Ah.” Corwin sat down on the plush bench at the foot of the bed. “Now we come to the difficult matter.”
A laugh bubbled up inside Miranda and she pressed her fingertips to her mouth. “After all you have told me, this is difficult?”
“It is,” Corwin replied. “Because now I have to ask you—the daughter of a man of letters—to believe in fairies.”
“Fairies?” repeated Miranda. “Little winged girls that flit about the bottom of the garden?”
“Hardly,” said Darius. “Neither are they in the habit of granting wishes or riding cows dry or any other such trifling bits of mischief.”
“The Fae are a race of powerful magical
His smile and touch remained gentle, but Miranda saw the fresh spark deep in his black eyes. He was remembering too—the way he had touched her and suckled her. Was he thinking of his cock thrusting inside her? She was, and of how very much she had enjoyed it.
She pulled her hand out of his.
“Why both of you?”
Corwin glanced at Darius, who lifted one eyebrow.
“Darius and I have been comrades in battle for a long time. He needed strength as much as I did.” Corwin smiled again. “And, I am not ashamed to admit, it was also because I enjoy it that way.”
“You do?” Miranda kept her gaze on Corwin. She did not think she could stand looking at Darius at that moment.
“Yes, very much. And I believe that you did as well.”
Two of them, their hands exploring her, arousing her, mouths against her lips, tongues teasing her hard nipples, her hot pussy. Their hard cocks, in her sheath and in her hand . . . Oh, yes, she had enjoyed every moment of it.
Miranda gripped the lapels of her dressing gown again.
“Which is neither here nor there,” interjected Darius sharply. “What you need to know, Miranda Prosper, is that you are an unusually powerful Catalyst.”
Corwin cut in. “When you were with us the first time, you should have drawn the magic from the blossoming plants, from the trees, and from the Earth even, and it should have channeled through you into Darius and myself. That is not what happened. Instead, you drew magic out of me, and you held it inside you.”
“Nearly killing yourself and him in the process,” finished Darius.
Miranda stared at the both of them. “Is that true?” she demanded of Corwin.
Corwin shot Darius a warning look. “It is true,” he said. “The fire you felt in you, the pain and illness and all the rest of it ... That was the effect of drinking down my magic. Because you did not know how to disperse it, it stayed in you, raw and uncontrolled, and yes, it would have killed you had we not found you.”
“And that I almost killed you? Is that true as well?”
“What nearly killed me was my own folly,” said Corwin. “I was too eager to make love with you to check the precautions I had made against such an eventuality, as rare as I believed it to be. I behaved like a reckless boy, and for that, I am sorry.”
Some of Miranda’s anger and fear subsided at this, but Darius folded both arms and resumed his pensive staring out the window.
“So, you are telling me I am some sort of succubus, then?”
“No. A succubus is a daemon. She drinks a man’s sexual energy to feed herself, and that will eventually kill him. What happened between us was an innocent mistake on your part, and a foolish one on ours.”
He said these last words to Darius, and Miranda turned to see Darius’s reaction. For a long moment, Darius stood still, his face grim. Then he nodded stiffly.
Miranda wrapped her arms across her breasts, hugging herself. She must think clearly. She must set aside her shock and disbelief, and all words like “perversion” and “insanity.” They would not serve her. She must analyze what Corwin and Darius said, and come to an understanding of it.
She took a deep breath. “You said you were in a battle. Against whom?”
“Ah.” Corwin sat down on the plush bench at the foot of the bed. “Now we come to the difficult matter.”
A laugh bubbled up inside Miranda and she pressed her fingertips to her mouth. “After all you have told me, this is difficult?”
“It is,” Corwin replied. “Because now I have to ask you—the daughter of a man of letters—to believe in fairies.”
“Fairies?” repeated Miranda. “Little winged girls that flit about the bottom of the garden?”
“Hardly,” said Darius. “Neither are they in the habit of granting wishes or riding cows dry or any other such trifling bits of mischief.”
“The Fae are a race of powerful magical
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