hips steady, holding her to them as the hard
widths of their shafts throbbed in each portal they possessed. She could feel
her anus flexing, spasming around Daelan’s cock, her muscles fighting to accept
and accustom to him. Caedan’s cock throbbed in her pussy, the little shifts of
his hips rasping the mushroomed head against sensitive tissue until she
wondered if she would be driven mad with the pleasure.
Their groans filled the room in unison as they began moving.
In perfect accord, one in, one out, tearing her senses apart with the
sensations burning through her.
Magick lips drew on her nipples, suckled her clit. Hard
cocks burrowed into her cunt, her ass, fucking her with hard thrusts and male
hunger as she began tightening in their arms, pleasure impaling her, ratcheting
through her as she fought to move between them.
Her inner muscles sucked at the hard shafts. Her breasts
swelled, her clit began to pulse deep, internal spasms as each thrust became
harder, faster.
It was building, tightening. She couldn’t bear the pleasure,
couldn’t bear the waves of heat burning between them.
Her magick tightened around their balls, stroked their
flesh, tugged at their nipples.
They were driving her mad. Her nipples and clit plumped,
becoming more swollen, flexing and throbbing until their combined thrusts sent
her exploding into a magick and a pleasure she could have never envisioned.
Their cries mixed and mingled as her warriors began
thrusting harder, then buried to the hilt, the heat of their releases jetting
inside her, filling her with the fiery heat of their seed and the remnants of a
magick her spirit drew greedily inside her.
She was a mass of pleasure, ecstasy, magick seeding deeper
inside her and well aware her warriors sensed the same. Her magick invading
them, merging with them, creating something Sentmar had not seen since the dawn
of the magickal beings the One had created.
Epilogue
Across Cauldaran, Covenan and the magickal lands in between,
beneath and above, magick spiked. Wizards and Sorceresses, the Pix and the
Spry, the Gnome, the Pegasus, those Griffons still in hiding and the great Gray
Doves that nested in the hidden places felt the shift of magick.
Deep within the recesses of Cauldaran springs of liquid
magick swelled and flowed, spilling over granulite that the spora soaked into,
infused and began spreading out like great luminous veins of magick until they
came to a hidden cavern where a Cauldaran Sorceress princess sat, naked,
feeling the magick building beneath her, seeking her, unwilling to wait for
that moment when memory and magick would merge.
The Veressi watched the magick spreading beneath the
pinnacle of Sentmar’s well of magick, fed by the raging seas, underground
springs and the boiling depths of the planet.
Here, the One had created one of two points that reached to
the depths of the greatest magick the land would ever hold. Guarded by the
first castle built upon the land, protected by safeguards that only the One
could reveal, it reached out now to a single Sorceress, unwilling to wait…
Unwilling to plead for another moment…
She was the Sentinel of magick, the merging of Wizard and
Sorceress magick once more, torn from her land to complete the vow she made the
warriors and magick within the Shadow Planes in a battle she told herself was
no more than a nightmare.
As evil grew upon the land, magick built, swelled, it seeded
its females, it rained upon its males and within the fertile lands of magick,
it grew silently. Not magick, evil nor human guessed the changes rippling
through the lands until the moment the first Sentinel came to being within her
warriors’ arms.
* * * * *
Garron smiled as the horrific scream of rage echoed from
Shadow Hell.
Propped against the entrance into that shadowy realm, his
dragon’s scales absent, the powerful, dark visage of the warrior wizard god
waited.
He had not long to wait before the triplet cosigned to the
dark lands rushed
widths of their shafts throbbed in each portal they possessed. She could feel
her anus flexing, spasming around Daelan’s cock, her muscles fighting to accept
and accustom to him. Caedan’s cock throbbed in her pussy, the little shifts of
his hips rasping the mushroomed head against sensitive tissue until she
wondered if she would be driven mad with the pleasure.
Their groans filled the room in unison as they began moving.
In perfect accord, one in, one out, tearing her senses apart with the
sensations burning through her.
Magick lips drew on her nipples, suckled her clit. Hard
cocks burrowed into her cunt, her ass, fucking her with hard thrusts and male
hunger as she began tightening in their arms, pleasure impaling her, ratcheting
through her as she fought to move between them.
Her inner muscles sucked at the hard shafts. Her breasts
swelled, her clit began to pulse deep, internal spasms as each thrust became
harder, faster.
It was building, tightening. She couldn’t bear the pleasure,
couldn’t bear the waves of heat burning between them.
Her magick tightened around their balls, stroked their
flesh, tugged at their nipples.
They were driving her mad. Her nipples and clit plumped,
becoming more swollen, flexing and throbbing until their combined thrusts sent
her exploding into a magick and a pleasure she could have never envisioned.
Their cries mixed and mingled as her warriors began
thrusting harder, then buried to the hilt, the heat of their releases jetting
inside her, filling her with the fiery heat of their seed and the remnants of a
magick her spirit drew greedily inside her.
She was a mass of pleasure, ecstasy, magick seeding deeper
inside her and well aware her warriors sensed the same. Her magick invading
them, merging with them, creating something Sentmar had not seen since the dawn
of the magickal beings the One had created.
Epilogue
Across Cauldaran, Covenan and the magickal lands in between,
beneath and above, magick spiked. Wizards and Sorceresses, the Pix and the
Spry, the Gnome, the Pegasus, those Griffons still in hiding and the great Gray
Doves that nested in the hidden places felt the shift of magick.
Deep within the recesses of Cauldaran springs of liquid
magick swelled and flowed, spilling over granulite that the spora soaked into,
infused and began spreading out like great luminous veins of magick until they
came to a hidden cavern where a Cauldaran Sorceress princess sat, naked,
feeling the magick building beneath her, seeking her, unwilling to wait for
that moment when memory and magick would merge.
The Veressi watched the magick spreading beneath the
pinnacle of Sentmar’s well of magick, fed by the raging seas, underground
springs and the boiling depths of the planet.
Here, the One had created one of two points that reached to
the depths of the greatest magick the land would ever hold. Guarded by the
first castle built upon the land, protected by safeguards that only the One
could reveal, it reached out now to a single Sorceress, unwilling to wait…
Unwilling to plead for another moment…
She was the Sentinel of magick, the merging of Wizard and
Sorceress magick once more, torn from her land to complete the vow she made the
warriors and magick within the Shadow Planes in a battle she told herself was
no more than a nightmare.
As evil grew upon the land, magick built, swelled, it seeded
its females, it rained upon its males and within the fertile lands of magick,
it grew silently. Not magick, evil nor human guessed the changes rippling
through the lands until the moment the first Sentinel came to being within her
warriors’ arms.
* * * * *
Garron smiled as the horrific scream of rage echoed from
Shadow Hell.
Propped against the entrance into that shadowy realm, his
dragon’s scales absent, the powerful, dark visage of the warrior wizard god
waited.
He had not long to wait before the triplet cosigned to the
dark lands rushed
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