Date: 2022-08-06 04:59 pm (UTC)
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John began to chant, first a whisper but then a bit louder. Magic rose, growing in power, wrapping around them both.

Then he thrustcagain and the magic amplified it. Pure pleasure coarsed through Eliot. John, for his part, kept up the string of esoteric babbling as he railed the man.

So he might come sooner than he thought...he'd forgotten what a rush this was.

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