8

The fact the her best friend, whom she had a serious case of lust for, was just a few meters away, and was completely aware of what she was about, had Christen panting before I so much as touched her.

Her nipples were poking through her thin t-shirt, her breasts bouncing as she almost dragged me to my bedroom. Sex is mostly in the mind, I’d read, though I vastly preferred the sweaty physical kind.

We kissed passionately, like we were trying to eat each other up. Her mouth tasted of the food she’d recently eaten, and I’m sure the same was true of mine.

As our mouths glued together, our hands were busy tearing clothes off. We delayed taking off our tops, lips pressing against each other and tongues entwined, until our wild gyrations caused us to fall on the bed, and we bounced apart on the springy mattress.

We laughed, looked at each other, and tore the remaining bits away. Just a shirt for me, but beneath her t-shirt, Chris wore a different bra, a light green demi-cup that fastened in front. It was very alluring, and I took her hands away from it, playing with it and tickling her breasts gently from all directions, until she lost her patience and removed it.

I spent an awful lot of time worshipping her breasts, laving every bit of skin with tongue and checking them with extraordinary care, warning Chris that “We need to schedule frequent checks, what with breast cancer being such a terrible danger.” She just laughed. Such insensible disregard for medical necessities. Nibbling on her nipples changed laughter to moans and, “Yes, right there. Oh, play with them. Harder!”

I’d always been attracted to faces, and this fascination with breasts was quite new. Doubtless, it had to do with availability. Chris’ sultry words encouraged me, and her hard nipples received a thorough chewing out, naughty things that they were.

Chris squirmed and shivered, her hands pushing me down, her hips pressing up, bringing her wet mound against me. I turned the descent from Twin Peaks to River Valley into a tortuous procession of licks, nips and soft caresses.

By the time I approached her crotch, I was in serious danger of losing hair and parts of my scalp from the way her clawed fingers were clutching at my head. I untangled them, and restrained her hands at her side, and pressed my weight on her pelvis, preventing her ass from leaping off the bed.

“Lick me, lick me, do it!” Chris chanted, and I obliged.

Her juices were flowing, and I fastened on her clit, tonguing and lipping determinedly, until her shrieks filled the room, and she convulsed strongly enough to lift both of us from the mattress.

I released her wrists and grabbed her ankles, raising them and spreading her open and wide.

Her red, glistening pussy was leaking juices down her crease, wetting the wrinkled rosette of her anus and dripping down to gather on the sheets. I cast a quick first circle spell, and cleaned her asshole.

I used one hand to hold her thighs up and keep them spread wide, keeping her delightfully soft behind upturned. This was a precious opportunity to investigate, and that is exactly what I did.

“What are you doooing?” Chris moaned as I inserted a finger into her tight little hole, probing about. Another finger soon joined it, and I began moving them in and out rhythmically, occasionally pausing at the nadir to flex and curl about. She tried to raise her butt, but my hand kept her in position.

“Oh, yeah!” her voice grew stronger, “Fuck me with you fingers! Lick me! Oh, right there, again!”

In the space of minutes, I’d worked her into incoherent mumbles and moans again, her fingers digging into the sheets. As my fingers worked her pussy with metronomic precision, I licked up juices down her perineum, and began tonguing circles around her winking asshole, spiraling down.

“God!” Chris shrieked, “That’s so dirty! I love it! Stick your tongue in my ass! Fin…” her voice broke into a whining wail as I followed orders.

Her ass muscles rippled, pussy pulsing down on my fingers, and I continued to stimulate her, fingerfucking her pussy and tonguefucking her ass. Her orgasm struck like a breaking tsunami, and she almost broke my nose, hurling my face away. I quickly returned, trying to heighten her pleasure by sticking a finger in her ass and closing lips on her clit, and she screamed like all the tortured souls of the damned, like a fire siren, a rising and falling falsetto wail.

And then she stopped, going limp. I halted my ministrations, suddenly worried. I climbed up her body, unable to resist a quick kiss on a proudly protruding pink nipple, and looked into her eyes.

Chris’ green eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagged open, drool collecting on her chin. It was a moment before she recognized me, and the weak smile stretching on her face seemed to require an awful lot of effort. I realized that I was rubbing myself against her, her smooth soft skin feeling wonderful against my throbbing erection, and had an idea.

I kissed her softly on the lips, giving her back some of her own juices, and collected the saliva from her chin and rubbed that hand on the side of the bed, wiping my fingers clean on the sheet. I whispered in her ear, and she perked up a bit, nodding with a sexy look on her face.

“You just about killed me,” Chris whispered hoarsely, “you certainly deserve a reward.”

I sat down on her belly, my sweat dripping down on her. I’d read about how messy sex was supposed to be, but it was still a surprise. Though strictly speaking, we hadn’t had sex yet, and won’t for quite some time. Frustrating, but there were still possibilities.

I advanced upwards, and settled my cock between the mounds of her breasts. Grabbing them, I pressed them inward, increasing the friction against my hot erection, and began to fuck her tits. It wasn’t as good as her mouth had been, but after a few thrusts, she raised her head and caught my glans with her tongue, and later her lips. Her soft, bountiful breasts were heavenly, and I began to move faster, thrusting harder, my hands on her breasts pressing more strongly. There was no need to restrain myself, and I came hard, shooting on her face and into her opened mouth with a shout of my own. My belated attempt to cast the second circle sterilization spell fizzled.

I rolled off her, moved back to remain in physical contact, and let my breathing settle.

“That was so, so good,” Chris said after she’d finish cleaning her face, swallowing the spend. Her hand reaching for me and squeezed mine. “You spend more time down there than my doctor does,” she added.

“Ha! You have doctor fantasies, don’t you, young lady,” I quipped, “You want the evil medical genius to strap you to the examination table, and shove throbbing probes where the sun doesn’t shine, right?” I asked, bringing my hand back to her pussy, rubbing.

“Oh, you nasty, evil thing, you,” Chris blurted.

“Say, Chris, I’m going to make a big order today.”

“Order?” she asked, confused. “Food?”

“No, though I will have to restock the way you pigs eat it up, Ouch!” she pinched me, “No, I’m going to order up lots and lots of sex toys. We need to spice up our sex life,” I added in a bland tone.

“Spice up?!” Chris started giggling. “You’re a maniac. How will we learn any magic, spending all day in bed humping like rabbits? And what about poor Kris? She’ll be so lonely.”

“Well, we could always seduce her. Why don’t we start working on it today?” I suggested. “Let’s go for a swim, and you can forget to wear anything. Steal my Speedos later, to make things ‘even’, and we’ll see how she reacts. A bit of water sport might do some good.”

“Ahem,” she pondered the matter, “Sounds good. It’ll feel so utterly, deliciously wicked to walk around naked. I’ll definitely do it! But I do need some support, you know. You guys may love big tits, but they can really hurt. You don’t want them reaching my bellybutton in a few months, now do you?”

“You’re forgetting something, Chris,” I grinned at her. “Physical enhancements, remember? In a month, you’ll be fitter than anything human. You’ll never sag, and you’ll stop needing support. You’ll be even more glorious. I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive that.”

“Oh!” she turned thoughtful, considering things.

“You know,” Chris turned on her side towards me, her heavy breasts jiggling, and looked at me intently, “you sounded awfully anti-authority, earlier.”

“I did?” I moved closer, using one hand to support my position and the other to play with her tits. “I’m not, not really. The establishment is necessary. Though the Justice System has nothing to do with justice, it does keep a modicum of order, and that’s nothing to sneer at. It’s better than nothing. Just consider the alternatives. I don’t have a better answer. From the outside, it looks awfully simple, but look at it from the inside, and it’s fiendishly complicated. Just take a look at the shelf space laws and regulations occupy, and you’ll have some idea.”

“I don’t know, I just thought about it. You know, I’m awfully scared. I mean, killing people, elementals and demons, and I’m falling in love with you,” she looked me, a vulnerable expression on her face, eyes waiting.

It was a bolt out of the blue.

“Christine, I care about you deeply, and I like you a lot. I’d like to remind you that you saved my life yesterday, displaying not only incredible bravery, but impossible presence of mind. I don’t believe I could have done half as well. I don’t know what love is, but by all the gods, if you asked for the moon, I’d find a way to give it to you!”

I’d managed to shock both of us, and we just stared at each other for a timeless moment. Bladder pressure made me move, planting a swift kiss on her lips, “Bathroom!” and moving off.

I thought over what I’d said, and just couldn’t find fault with it. It was the bare truth. I may be awfully vindictive, but I try to make sure that I’m just as good a friend as I make a bad an enemy. I didn’t really know what I felt towards Chris, but she was certainly precious to me. Love was such a cheap word today, that I was very wary of using it. Every third song wailed away about ‘love, love, love’, if not quite as well as the Beatles did. I was a not very deep in the closet romantic, and I admitted that to myself, if not to anyone else. I mean, I’d actually read some of those bodice rippers everyone loves to diss. Every guy, rather.

I walked back to my bedroom, trying to think of how to avoid an open heart to heart talk, which would be about as welcome as open heart surgery.

Chris, eyes shining, jumped me with a kiss, and then leaned down and started to play with the fellow down there.

“Oh, it’s so cute, all wilted like that!” she kissed it. And then she kissed it again, and took it into her mouth. It was starting to wake up.

“Chris, please,” I couldn’t believe I was doing this, actually foregoing a blowjob, but… “Kristen is probably getting lonely, and we did want to work on her. Besides,” I added slyly, “I’m sure she’s pretty anxious to find out that you’re still alive and whole, after all the screaming.”

“Beast!” Christine said, “You see,” she addressed my cock, “he doesn’t like you like I do. He likes Kristen better. Why don’t you stay with me?”

“Very funny, sweet,” I levered her up, “now why don’t we wash up, eat and rehydrate. We left a lake in my bed,” I pointed.

She giggled, and walked with me to the shower. We ended up cleaning each other very thoroughly, and Chris insisted that tongue baths were an absolute necessity. I’d created a monster. I gave her another orgasm or three, trying to reach her womb with my tongue, and she gave me a blowjob that left me very weak in the knees. Chris actually apologized that she couldn’t deep throat, yet. Gods and demons!

We were just as thorough about toweling each other dry, and Chris wrinkled her nose when I put on a pair of Speedos.

Kristen looked at us with a big grin on her face, which transformed into a shocked stare when she really saw Christine.

“You’re not wearing anything!”

“We sort of noticed,” Christine replies dryly. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me before,” Chris smiled, fingering the bare lips of her sex, “and I don’t have anything HE hasn’t seen, either. Hell, he’s felt me up on the inside. I swear, I thought his tongue was going to come right back out of my throat!”

Kristen’s skin may have been light brown, but the furious blush was still quite visible. “Chris!” she choked out, “What’s come over you?”

“Well,” Chris grinned wickedly, sashaying over to a chair, breasts jiggling and bouncing, “it’s more like what came ALL over me, and in me. No, not there,” she replied to the flabbergasted look her friend shot her, “at least not yet.”

To top that, before sitting down at the table, Chris stuck a finger into her pussy, took it out, and licked it like a popsicle, in and out of her mouth.

We sat down, and started eating, and Chris added, “You really need to try it, Kris, with someone who knows what they’re doing. It’s so good, I thought I was dying. Five, six times, I sort of lost count. Anyway, you up for a swim after a bit more spell practice, to settle the food down, Kris?”

Kris nodded dumbly, and ate like a doll with half its strings cut, stopping every few bites to stare at Chris, then at me, then back at Chris. Who had trouble avoiding an attack of the giggles.

We settled down back to spell practice, and they absorbed new spells at a startling rate. At this rate, I’d soon have nothing new to teach them. I did my very best to stay ahead, noting wryly that pride was a wonderful motivator to excel. As I did, my worries faded away. Mastering new first circle spells of the circles of life and energy manipulation actually came more easily to me than the girls found the spells I taught them. Breaking circles suddenly assumed a new importance, and I determined to break the first circle of transmutation in the next day or two, and then work on completing all three first order circles.

Twilight had fallen by the time I called for a break, and we went to the pool. The interior of the covered pool was lit by means of a mesh that contained hundreds of tiny lights, which lent the place a seeming of starlight or faerie-lights, a particularly ingenious design mother picked.

Kristen just shucked her t-shirt and shorts, and wore a bikini beneath. I couldn’t not look, and saw that she was sleek and very well built, her breasts about half the size of Chris’, with ass and legs to die for.

I was starting to grow somewhat aroused, which would be very noticeable in the little I was wearing, so I jump in and started doing laps, swimming free-style. The girls were huddled together, and I noticed that Chris made sure to have her tits bob above the waterline.

I joined them after a few minutes, feeling the effort, and caught Chris from behind, by her breasts. She squealed and turned around.

“Now you’re going to get it!” She dived down, and divested me of the Speedos, swimming away with it held triumphantly above her head.

“Nyah, nyah, can’t get me,” Chris taunted as I swam for her and she tossed them over to Kristen.

After some chase and toss, I swam in behind Kristen and grabbed her, deliberately pressing me crotch into her behind. “I’ve got a hostage, thief. So give it back!” Kristen was shouting, laughing, and struggling in my hands, which gave me all the more opportunity to touch her all over.

“Stop it, you pervert,” she tried to elbow me, and Chris tossed the limp bathing suit out of the pool, joining in an attack on me. We squirmed, tickled, and grabbed for a while, water-wrestling, before I sent Kristen face first into Chris’ cleavage. I did not try to rip her bikini off, though I did consider it.

The girls hugged, and we silently declared truce. “How about the hot tub?” I suggested, and they agreed that the idea made excellent sense.

We relaxed for a while in silence, letting the surging water massage our muscles.

“Well, girls, we need to co-ordinate. As you know, we need a ritual to bring me up to snuff, and then I’ll be able to take care of you, too. For that, I need to buy a new house, and build up a few shrines. I’ve got a meeting with realtors, nearly one a day for the next few days. Now, I’ve created a number of fictitious identities. Kristen, Chris told you I’m a computer whiz?”

She nodded, staring at me, obviously wondering what other revelations I was going to unleash on her poor defenseless self. It was that sort of stare.

“If you two could come along, perhaps one of you playing the wife, it might help. That’s the safehouse we’ll be spending a lot of time in, so the more input you contribute, the better you’ll like it. Now, to get you away from your parents and keep you in my evil clutches, I have an idea. Kristen, I don’t expect you to tell your parents about what happened, but a story that resembles that might help. Would you be willing to tell them that you were nearly raped today, and I saved you? That the rapist ran away, that you didn’t recognize him, but you’re afraid now. That you just know that he’ll come after you again, and that you want to be elsewhere, just in case. The fact that Christine will stay with us should make this palatable to your parents. And as for your parents, Chris, Matt could vouch for me, and they’ll surely understand that you need to stay with your friend. It’s close enough to the truth, so it’s the best sort of story. What do you think?”

The girls exchanged enigmatic looks.

“Fiendish,” Chris said, and Kristen nodded. “That’s how you build lies, hah? Take the truth, twist it, and add a bit of garnish?”

“Yep, that’s the best sort,” I nodded.

“So, how have you lied to us?” Kristen said, looking uncomfortable.

“I’m withholding information you don’t need, and wouldn’t want to know in any case,” I responded with perfect equanimity.

They didn’t look very happy with that, but I refused to elaborate.

“One other thing we need to deal with is self defense. You’re woefully undertrained, and you need to start studying martial arts and weapons. There’s a spell that can imbue bullets with the power to deal harm to elementals, and most demons can simply be shot. Martial arts are not just for defensive purpose, or offensive, as may be the case, but it will also help you with self-discipline, fitness and confidence. I can teach you myself, but I think it would be better if you signed up for a class. I can arrange that, and I can take you to a range and fix you up with weapons. This is vital. That is the sort of training that will save your lives. Spells aren’t everything. It’s the mental preparedness you need to have, the awareness and instant reactions. We’re all soldiers in a nasty, dirty, terrible war, and you need the training. We can go to the range Friday, after looking at a house. Will you do it?”

They were silent for a long time following this, but finally, they agreed.

“What does your book say about that?” Kristen asked.

I turned around, and there it was. “Where did it come from?!” the girls wanted to know. “But you’re wet!” Chris shouted, “Not on the book!”

“Relax, Chris. A book of wizardry cannot be damaged, so long as the archwizard or potential archwizard it is attached to exists.”

Opening the book, I learned, and related to the girls, that there existed advanced forms of martial arts that only wizards could employ, as they required immense magical power – for equally devastating results. The book informed us that the mortal arts provided a sound basis, and recommended that we learn such before attempting to master the greater forms, the least of which required the fourth circle enhancement.

“Imagine dodging or catching bullets, without actually casting a spell,” I shook my head at the little presentation the book provided, “shattering walls with your fist, kicking cars a hundred meters into the air. Seeing the possibilities of the immediate future and navigating them. Feeling the air and earth in all directions. Jedi masters suddenly don’t look too impressive.”

The girls laughed at the reference.

“Kristen, Chris said you can stay the night. Is that correct?”

She nodded.

“Good. Do you work?”

“Fast food,” she didn’t sound too enthusiastic.

“Quit. If you need money, you won’t need to ask. I’ll give you a credit card next week, and I have one for you here and now Christine. Remind me to hand it over, and please don’t buy just for the sake of buying. We want to remain unnoticed, and in a worst case scenario, we’ll need to move mighty fast. I already have a few preparations for that sort of thing, but they’ll need to be adjusted to incorporate the magical elements. Don’t get attached to possessions.”

“You…” Kristen hesitated for a moment. “You sound like a wanted criminal.”

“Criminal, but not wanted. I have my own money, remember, and a lot of it. You don’t get that rich that quickly without inheriting or engaging in shady maneuvers, or winning the lottery. My parents are alive and well, and my grandparents left everything to them, so it had to be criminal enterprise. Never mind the details. Real lack of need to know,” I smiled thinly.

“But…” she hesitated.

“No, it’s nothing dirty or evil, pure economic fraud,” I explained.

“Oh. Like identity and credit theft?” she asked, “but that’s stealing directly from people!”

“No, sweet, it’s industrial espionage and stock market manipulation. It doesn’t feel like stealing when the entity is corporate,” I semi-explained.

“Come on, Kris,” Christine hugged her, pressing her naked body against her friend, “it’s like stealing from banks. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody likes banks. Logan is careful.” She kissed her on the cheek, sliding over to catch the edge of her lips. “It’s ok, if not legit.”

Kristen looked lost for a moment, then shook her head. “Whatever. What do we do now? I don’t think I’m up for more spells. I feel kinda hollow, even with all the food.”

“No,” I agreed, “no more spells. I will teach you one more ritual before we collapse, one that ensures good and restful sleep. You’ll wake up feeling like a tiger on steroids, and it’ll be real. What do you want to do? Could I abandon you two for a couple of hours? I need to check on correspondence, and make some orders.”

Kristen noticed Chris blushing. “Orders? What sort of orders?” her voice carried an intrigued tone.

Chris tried to kick me, but that didn’t work too well in the water. “Why, didn’t she tell you?” I asked innocently. “Chris decided we needed to spice up our sex life, so…”

“Bastard! It’s not like that,” Chris retaliated, “He wants to stick all sorts of buzzing things into me, it gets the creep off big time.”

“You mean…” Kris started.

“Yep, a selection of sex toys. I could order you some outrageous outfits too. Want to help order?”

She blushed visibly, and leaned back in the water, turning the jets on to high.

“Is it good?” I asked.

“Good?” Chris asked, puzzled.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Kristen is just enjoying herself with the water.”

Chris reached for her friend’s pussy, actually touching her down there and moving her hand on it, and Kristen jerked back in shock, “Chris!”

“Just checking,” Chris shrugged, her breasts moving and attracting my attention. I leaned forward, and began to nibble on a nipple, and Kristen shook her head, and started to rise.

When we turned to look at her, she crossed her arms and said defensively, “If you’re gonna start spanking, and then the oral sex, I’m sooo outa here.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her, withdrawing from my favorite new pacifier, “just the spanking, for now.”

Chris giggled, and motioned her down.

We relaxed in silence for a few minutes, before Chris decided that she was getting parboiled.

We rubbed towels all over each other, and even helped Kristen get dry, after a quick application of cold water, to wash away the chlorine.

I left the girls in a sitting room, and Chris flashed me a wink, so I had some idea of what they were going to ‘discuss’.

First thing, I handled the correspondence, the usual flood of e-mails. Recalling the need for delegating whatever I could, I gave serious thoughts to finding someone to handle my, which I supposed could now be called our, investments. That would be a task for next week, and it shouldn’t be too hard to accomplish. Look for younger college students with the highest grade, and educate one of them concerning magic, after a small series of interviews. Even without the full bonding, the loyalty spell should suffice to prevent her from running off with my money. Especially after she understood a bit more about magic – and about me.

Next, I ordered a lot of sex toys of every description. Some of the offerings were quite astonishing. The brief shopping trip gave me just a few too many ideas, and Chris’ words concerning the possible conflict between sex and studying magic returned to mind. I’d have to start working harder on willpower.

Then, I checked into police and hospital record for the three cripples we’d left on the ground. Finding them was ridiculously easy, and I traced them back to their high school, thereby locating Rich-ard. I’d taken a look at the drawing Kristen had left, and I’ll just have to make the time and take care of all of them, exactly as they deserved. I’d much prefer to leave them alive and crippled, but I… no, we didn’t need that kind of distraction. Making a note to clip the obituaries for Kristen, I tentatively scheduled Saturday or Sunday night for that little affair.

I left a message for Dan, adding a pair of students to the beginner’s class, and went shopping again. This time, for another pair of trikes of the model I used, and made sure they’d be ready for us tomorrow. The girls needed transportation, and in the city a safe bike was the optimal choice. At least, until we mastered flight or teleportation. I did wonder why transportation magics were forbidden, and concluded that in all probability, they used other dimensions, and thereby left holes in the fabric of reality that demons could break through more easily. It made sense, but the book refused to comment on the subject. Taking care of registration, insurance, and the like, took a bit more time.

Done for the nonce, I went back to where I’d left the girls. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I’d forgotten how quietly I moved.

“Ok, enough already,” Kristen groan, “So he’s got a tongue longer than the Eiffel tower and a dick bigger than Kilimanjaro, I got it already. I can’t believe you’re willing to share your boyfriend, jeeze.”

Christine whispered something. “Yeah, alright, over the weekend, if the story works. If not, I’m stuck.”

“He’ll think of something else, I’m sure, he’s good at that.”

“Who is good at what?” I deliberately made a noise as I approached.

“If Kris’ parents don’t buy the story, you’ll think of another way. We’ll need something anyway, it won’t hold forever.”

“True. Listen, first thing tomorrow morning, we’ll have a couple of bikes delivered here, three wheeled like mine, for you two. Chris, here’s your credit card,” I handed it to her and she took it, looked at it, and shouted “Wow!”

I caught her when she jumped on me, and twirled her around, bussed her on the mouth, and put her back on her feet.

“We’ll spend the morning getting you comfortable on the trikes. You need transportation, and in the city, bikes are more effective, and this one’s very easy to use and very safe. Then you’ll handle your parents, and we’ll go shopping for a house. On Thursday, I’ve signed you up for a beginner’s class in martial arts. Oh, and I ordered approximately a ton of sex toys.”

Chris tried to hit me, but I caught her fist and twisted her around, bringing her down on me as I sat down.

“Lemmee gooo!” she screamed.

“Now, Kristen, if I recall correctly, you said the spanking comes before the oral sex, right?” I looked into her brown eyes and the gamin grin forming on her face, and brought a hand down on Christine’s buttock.

“Ouch! Monster! Demon! Kris, flame him!”

I didn’t hit her very hard at all, and I made sure to massage her behind following each loud strike, paying especial attention to the area between her legs. Before long, her behind was as red as her hair, and as red as her face, and she was squirming like mad and leaking like a faucet.

After the first few shrieks and shouted threats, she’d gone quiet, wriggling her behind like a worm hooked on a gaff.

“My, my, but she does seem to like the spanking. Wonder how she’ll take the oral sex. What do you think, Kris? Wanna give it a try?”

Kristen was staring, fascinated, and she obviously wanted to get in on the spanking, but finally shook her head timidly.

“Well, Chris, she doesn’t want to play with your ass, so it’s all mine,” I dug a lubricated finger into her ass, another two into her pussy, and used my thumb to stimulate her clit. Not quite a minute of that, and she shook in orgasm, yelling loudly. Kristen jumped to her feet, and then shook her head, in wonder this time, staring absorbedly.

I released Chris and lifted her, setting her down on my thigh, her pussy pressing against the muscle.

She looked dazed, but was slowly coming around. “Bastard,” she murmured, and looked down. I lifted her chin up, and kissed her hard. She responded, pressing her entire body against me, humping my leg.

“Well, before the oral sex, I need to teach you the sleep well meditation. Just look at the book,” I took it from where it appeared, opened it, and let them study.

“Good night, Kristen. Use any of the guest rooms you like.”

I took Christine by the hand, and led her back to another guest room. My bed was probably still wet.

The oral sex was very good indeed, and we went to sleep quite satisfied. Sleeping with someone else was a novelty, but it was Chris and she was soft and cuddly, and the spell ritual allowed me to fall asleep without any problem whatsoever.