The note hung upon the air with a life of its own. Pure and delicate it wafted gently into the uppermost regions of the chamber. The handful of novitiates who had chosen to linger after class to hear her sing clapped their approval as she stood breathlessly exposed in the center of the stage.

She blushed, quite becomingly. And because she was rather silly in nature she dipped into a curtsy that had her comically tilting her head doll-like to the side, a fingernail tipped to her lips as she enacted maidenly coyness.

"How Betty Boop!" One student exclaimed as he laughed at her pose.

"Who is Betty?" Another asked in a more aquatic-tinged tone.

In response Cadence dropped a "Boop boop she doop boop!" And rocked her hip to the side as she rolled her chocolate eyes skyward.

The laughter was contagious as bard's emotions tended to be and as they all began to gather up their things to move on to the next class she was in the midst of it all. "We traveled a lot as kids, I've seen a lot of things," she answered her Earthbound colleague as she was pressured to explain her familiarity with the cartoon character.

"And yet the memories you've gained all seem to be such pleasant ones...more's the pity."

When Bianca Van Blaudin spoke everybody else listened. There was an undeniable power in her accented voice. A rich velvet that strummed along the senses and could evoke a response with but a simple modulation of her tone.

All eyes turned her way and Cadence felt suddenly exposed in her cartoonish pose. Straightening up immediately and swallowing hard as she huskily queried, "I'm-sorry, Mistress Van Blaudin, did my performance not please you?"

"It was quite pleasing, Novice Smyth, but as fulfilling as one of those ice slush drinks you students are so incredibly fond of." The regal beauty of Bianca Van Blaudin held a tragic essence and as she settled that enigmatic gaze upon her, Cadence felt herself melt beneath that regard.

"Dismissed." And the word felt as heavy as a physical force pressing her into the stage floor. The other novices quickly gathered their things and made their way for the door in a small knot of voices that rose and fell as they shared opinions that at best had nothing to do with her and at worst shared in Mistress Van Blaudin's blunt revelation.

Cadence couldn't keep the dejected tilt of her shoulders from revealing the weight of the exchange upon her. As she gathered up her things she fought against the hard knot in her chest and with a sudden determination she turned to confront the Bardic Mistress, "Why?" A hard swallow, "What can I do to do better?" And then chocolate eyes swelled with un-shed tears as she implored, "I want to do better, Mistress Van Blaudin."

Surprised by this emotional outburst, the Vistani Bard paused in the act of gathering up the music sheets. Slowly one fine brow arched and Cadence resisted the urge to shrink back from the expression, "I'm-I'm sorry Mistress Van Blaudin I didn't mean, I, my outburst was out of, I shouldn't..."

"That." The ringing tone silenced the novitiate as the note pulsated with a harmony of tones that demanded Cadence stop and listen.

"That is exactly what is missing Cadence."

She was trying to follow, wide chocolate brown eyes searching the implacably alluring features of her teacher.

"Emotion, Cadence. True, honest, deep emotion. You can't sing of pain if you've never felt it. When you sing of loss...you make it," A disdainful twist to gorgeous lips nearly withered Cadence's heart, "pretty."

"I've experienced loss," She didn't mean to argue, she certainly wasn't attempting to discredit the lesson. She simply wanted to succeed. "I have!" She asserted.

The sigh was a death knell. The sound a swell of regretful disdain that didn't mean to be harsh but still settled upon Cadence with all the constricting strength of Chika's damnable familiar. "Of course you have Cadence. I read your file. I had great hopes for you in fact."

Fear was not an unfamiliar emotion but nor was it something she let control her and as the first wave of it sought to pull her under she was already wrapping it up in a nice tidy bow that she could handle, "Mistress Van Blaudin, I am advancing in all the basic novitiate trials, I am a great singer, an even better dancer..." She had no issue with confidence and only spoke from a place of certainty.

The smile was almost sad. And again Cadence felt that unfamiliar lurch of fear as she tried to comprehend her teacher's reactions.

"Of course you are, Novitiate Smyth. A fine singer. A fine dancer. You will make a fine performer."

It was then that Cadence realized that the smile wasn't just sad, but that it was pitying.

"But you will never make a great bard."

His disrobing hinted at her fears. Their game was safe as it currently played out, but quickly was venturing into the territory of the damned. She knew that they were lovers. Knew that he was carnally familiar with her thanks to the potion from the Masquerade Ball, but she was not any good at this level of interaction. Hers was a flirtatious nature, toying with the edges of arousal, playing with attraction, but to actually gamble past that point took any control away from her and that was something she found unnerving. It was disconcerting to say the least. She watched all that pale purple flesh being unveiled, possessing memories of touching it, tasting it, and yet having no real recollection of authorship of those actions. "And is that what you want me to do at this concert?" Seeking less volatile ground and abjectly curious as to where he was attempting to lead her.

?Absolutely I do.? The hibernating stroke to her breast rekindled with slow, methodical strokes of the plump flesh. Her nipple was momentarily ignored as the weight of her delicious globe was fondled, pressing through the material of her wrap to indulge in the pleasantries. Her other breast was then greeted in a similar fashion, enveloped in unseen warmth, and in unison she was sinfully felt. ?This is what I want you to do any time you sing, but at the concert most assuredly. You possess a power, my sweet Cadence, a power that radiates whenever your voice is heard. Stake your claim to this and own it.? Those entwined ribbons of power pulled her legs apart with a smooth motion, exposing her once more to his malefic gaze. ?I will help you.? He said with the flicker of twin tongues. ?However you need.?

A small voice inside her head was growing more insistent. It whispered provocatively along her senses, encouraging her to indulge in all that wickedness being offered. It's not like you haven't already been his lover she whimpered as the delicious heavy weight of her breast was pulled and tugged on, sinking deeper within the seat. Thighs glided apart again, giving into that insistent pressure that had not let up. Suddenly she wanted, no needed, to know what those dual tongues felt like on her most inner core.

Magic seeped through her wrap finally and enveloped the flesh of her supple breasts directly, bathing them in torrid warmth as the caress continued. Pulled and squeezed, the slender licks across her nipples resumed, now squarely upon the hard nubs and flicking them gently. The glistening length hovering at the joint of her thighs was next, again gently nudged with just the tip of one of those lashes, tickling a hot little stroke that ended upon her clit, where attention was languidly paid in tender nips.

Whatever coy or flirtatious response she was considering was suddenly lost as the door opened and her roommate entered, leaving Grail paused at the sight of Iameth and Cadence. His intelligent gaze took in the open shirt of the Sorcerer and the exposed lengths of gilded thighs that were parted and welcomingly inviting. The flare of heat in his gaze was potent and not relegated to simple arousal; no, there was jealousy there. His words were clipped as he stood unmoving just past the doorway, "Iameth. Cadence. Am I interrupting?"

The arrival of Grail was met with a cursory glance at first, though the Sorcerer was immediately able to see the possessiveness that filled the Necromancer?s haunting eyes. He couldn?t help the smirk at such an aimless emotion, though quickly pushed such an expression away. What better way to demonstrate his meaning to the stimulated bard than to give her a working exercise in the theory. ?Hello, Grail. We were just talking about upcoming events. Please?? He said with a wave of his hand, motioning to the spot beside Cadence. ??join us.? Wary of it all, Grail?s gaze shifted from the Sorcerer to his roommate, questioning the invitation.

A blush suffused her cheeks though the warmth was as much from arousal as it was the acknowledgment that her currently turned-on state was clearly visible. "Grail." She smiled as she cooed his name welcomingly and waved invitingly to the couch, though she motioned to the seat next to Iameth. Bare feet were drawn up to tuck in at her side, sending the tight fabric of her wrap to inch up on deliciously toned thighs. A part of her felt a surge of disappointment that her little escapade with Iameth was seemingly ended; while yet another part of her was relieved. There was danger in taunting such a powerful Sorcerer and one with a reputation for the dastardly. The honeyed thrum of arousal still clung around her and she couldn't keep the appreciative dip of her gaze from gliding over Grail. It would seem she'd need a target for the pent up emotion that Iameth had conducted inside her with his magical manipulation. "Iameth is encouraging me to really give my all to this upcoming concert."

Those sinful tendrils retracted, departing with a reverse slither that burned a fading touch across her thighs and breasts, suddenly leaving them with no attention. He turned to Grail, his smile wickedly mirthful as he followed that hungry look the bard gave. ?Indeed I am. We were speaking of exposing ourselves to fully indulge in the power of magic, especially music. I think I was just on the brink of convincing her when you arrived, which is a good thing. I could use your help.? He remained comfortably reclined, arms lining the back of the couch, his shirt open and displaying the seductive ribbons of muscle that lined his stomach and sculpted his chest.

Grail moved forward with cautious steps, eyes wandering between the two with a veiled interest. Once he arrived between the two couches he hesitated, not sure where to go with Iameth suggesting Cadence?s couch and Cadence suggesting his. Instead he merely stood, swallowing the rock of nervousness that arrived as he raked a look over the sensual bard and her suggestively revealing thighs. He coughed, needing to stall, and then turned to the Sorcerer with a slow nod. ?Ooookay. I guess I could. What do you need me to do?? Though it was Iameth who suggested his assistance, he turned to Cadence, for some reason expecting ? or maybe hoping ? that she would answer.

"Don't mind Iameth, Grail honey, he only thinks he was close to convincing me," which was a blatant lie as she admitted privately that a few more minutes alone with the Sorcerer and she'd probably have been convinced to give into the urge and find out what that exposed line of flesh truly tasted like. Her gaze flickered over the muscles artlessly, not lingering despite the desire to do so. Grail received the full wattage of her mile-wide smile as she patted the spot next to her to ease his discomfort. It had been an unconsciously instinctive effort to make Iameth feel more comfortable and no real desire to have Grail away from her. Lifting her folded legs she angled them toward him so that she was more welcoming. "Besides, I've agreed to the concert."

He could feel that surreal heat radiating from her, tasting the thick lust that seeped from her pores, permeating the air around them. It was his infernal eyes that allowed him to survey this sinful emotion, and it was this same heritage that allowed him to indulge in its pulsation. She was ripe for the taking, literally, which instantly made him turn toward Grail, his welcoming grin a mirage for the threatening stare leveled upon him. Had he been given a few more moments he was certain he would have had the bard straddling his lap, the delicious victim of his incessant upward thrust. ?Oh I was close alright, though I think we both know that teetering upon that ledge would have ultimately resulted in the dive of your life.? He shot her a playful wink. ?And it?s because you?ve agreed to it that I am inclined to help with this instinctive clench of emotionlessness. You, my sweet bard, need to be unleashed.?

There was a small sense of relief at her invitation that had Grail easily moving her way, a quick turn lowering him onto the couch. He was still uncomfortable, still a bit stiff, but the sudden nearness to her was aiding in the alleviation of it. He noticed her feet, her bent legs, and then glanced down to his lap. In a rare sense of boldness, perhaps to show Iameth his hand in this game for her attention, he patted his thighs, giving her his own invitation.

"Our dear sorcerer is an adept at diving into things and seems to think I don't dive enough," Her laugh was prurient and naughty as she enjoyed the playful flirtation, a bold wickedness in her gaze that had been lacking earlier. With Grail there the game was one she was much more familiar with. Flirting was as natural as breathing and the danger that Iameth represented alone seemed to be buffered against. She played men (and women) with the skill of a instrumentalist and it was with a fluidity that was incredibly seductive that she caught Grail's suggestion and reveled in it. The sinfully toned legs were unfurled like a flower's petals, the brief glimpse of naked **** accompanied by the scent of womanly arousal, the husky musk aroma tantalizing in its brevity. She stretched, arching pelvis and hips and wiggling into a more comfortable position that left the wrap clinging desperately to her curves, the fabric high, high upon her thigh and low enough up top to show the hint of dusky pink, a much darker shade of nipple than the creamy skinned bard might've suggested. She tucked her feet into Grail's possessive hands with a devious grin for Iameth. Perhaps hoping for a hint of jealousy?

There was no hint of jealousy, but that didn?t mean there was no emotion at all. No, he was reveling in this little game she was playing. Here he was speaking of her balancing upon the edge, and in return that was exactly what she was trying to do between he and Grail. A dangerous game. A dangerous game indeed. His gaze shifted from the traces of her nipple to the succulent glimpse of her sacred sheath as she moved about, unabashed in his own display of arousal which came in the form of a thick, powerful bulge. His position made the sight of it easily recognizable, viewable to both she and Grail with little shame. ?Agreed. You don?t dive into things, Cadence. I think that is clear. It?s fun to tease and taunt, but in the end?? His grin was salaciously challenging. ??you keep a safe distance. No diving.?

Her feet were Grail?s to handle. The cold hands of the necromancer encased her delicate extremities and began to gently massage them, firm fingertips traveling alone the sole, stopping to squeeze the heel before starting again. There was a liquid arousal that filled his dark gaze as he caught sight of her glistening dune, the instinctive flicker of his tongue swirling across his lips unintentionally as they spread wide, showing a grin of his own. ?I?m currently enjoying her ?safe distance?, if I do say so myself.?

Though she would never admit it to him, Iameth was right on the money, his assessing gaze clearly catching far more beneath the surface. She was able to have a good time as long as she didn't ever have to fully engage. This was fun, enjoyable even despite the slight flare of disappointment from her immature desire to see Iameth's jealousy provoked. Hers was a youthful and feminine perception, and she sought recognition of her beauty and power in that ploy. The sharp surge of excitement dulled slightly into a more contained flutter of enjoyment as Grail defended her. His reward was the parting of her knees to briefly give him the view he sought once again, one foot gliding along his lap with seemingly no obvious intent. A shrug of one shoulder sent the wrap sliding a little lower where it caught and held upon the hardened nipple at the peak of her luscious breast, "I still manage to have fun," A squeak "Grail your hands are cold!" She cooed before twining it into a moaned - "but it feels gooood."

?That you do.? Iameth agreed as he rolled forward with a serpentine grace that brought him to his feet. With the shirt parted it was easy to see the fluid motion of that expertly crafted torso, an alluring look at the perfection of sculpted abdominal muscles and firm pectorals. ?And if there is a more desirable notion in life than fun, I don?t know what it is.? With an easy stride he crossed the distance between them, rounding the corner of her couch and pausing to hover behind her. ?Perhaps that should be your edge, my sweet Cadence.? He suggested as lavender hands fell to the bare span of her shoulders where thumbs and fingers played along any gathering of tension with pleasurable tenderness. ?The fun one.?

His gaze was fixated upon that damp treasure, which caused hands to tense and his massage to become firmer. He didn?t apologize in response to her comment about the temperature of his grasp, but instead lifted his gaze, showing her his arousal, and grinned. ?I figured you might enjoy something a little more?soothing.? Again he licked his lips, the muscles of his legs tightening beneath the stroke of her foot, and slowly he slid her leg to the side in a clandestine splaying of her limbs. Iameth?s arrival behind her didn?t seem to bother him outwardly ? because in truth it didn?t bother him at all. The bard was doing a good job of distracting him with her lascivious suggestion.

She laughed, though the sound was nervous and husky. Iameth?s approach always gave her a hint of danger. A hint she could appreciate and revel in....from a safe distance. There was no safe distance as he rounded the couch and those deadly tipped fingers were upon her flesh, gallantly lending their aid to her relaxation. She melted; it was the most apt description, as tension poured away at the skillful application of four sets of fingers. Her moan was a threaded tapestry of sound and there was absolutely no resistance or tightness in those supple limbs as Grail spread her thighs for his voyeuristic pleasure. Her head dropped forward, chin down, hair spilling over her breasts as she gave Iameth access to her nape and shoulders. She had no quip in that moment, no flirtatious, silly, or coy response. No, she only had the wet slick moan of her capitulation.

Hands drifted to the outside of her shoulders and slowly started in, running along the sloped horizon with a possessive determination, coaxing away the tension. Claws scraped lightly, only enough to remind her they were there, but were otherwise a nonfactor in his adroit manipulation of her tender flesh. The nape of her neck was gained with only one hand, its size large enough to encompass the entire shaft. Upward the caressing climbed, outstretched thumb and fingertip rotating toward the backs of her ears with gentle care. In unison with this caress, the hand that was left alone started downward, entwined with her hair to fall toward the swell of her breast. Those seeking fingers paused at the top of the wrap and traced along its edge, boldly dipping within her cleavage to stroke the sides of those sensitive globes in passing.

Grail watched, eying her **** with a starvation that thrummed through his body. Over the tops of her feet and around, cupping her soles, driving away the tension in an attempt to replace it with comfort, his grasp was ever present. One hand departed, leaving its mate to do the work as it worked its way up her leg, burning a trail reminiscent of the intangible tendril orchestrated by Iameth, that lustfully coiled about her limb moments before his arrival.

The coordinated way in which those tongues encased hers was masterful, bleeding from its length every ounce of pleasure they could find. Lips moved sensually across her mouth, a satin touch, sampling her taste with growling moans as evidence of his approval. He squeezed her breast yet again, holding that firm grasp to elongate the pressure, and then just as it became unbearable he released her to be soothed by the unleashing of tension. Her nipple was his toy, used and tormented lovingly however he saw fit. As she broke away to gasp her plea he recoiled slightly, drawing open his chest to swallow the breath their kiss had stolen. He stared at her swollen lips and her slithering tongue as she fought for air, finding his instincts suddenly overwhelming him. With a turn the angle of his hips shifted that stiff **** her way, where a simple forward sway pushed the head beyond her tiers and into the warm recesses.

Grail worked the finger gently, unsure of the limits placed upon its welcome. Her flesh was warm and wet, which in turn urged him to delve deeper. He resisted, still only embedded to the first knuckle in his ginger exploration. He watched the kiss between the two and again found a sliver of envy spawning in his mind, wanting to taste that mouth for himself. It wasn?t until she broke the kiss and cried out, clenching her **** lips about his finger, that he realized how invested she was. He surged forward suddenly, parting the tight, damp flesh deep within her cleft with the length of his finger until it was pushed all the way in. He gasped at the velvety encasement of her sheath, swallowing hard, and again gyrated his clothed **** into the sole of her stroking foot.

The hard peak of her breast fit firmly in his hand as he squeezed it almost violently. The pleasurable force of it was undeniably a twining of pain and joy and she writhed beneath his grasp, eyes clenching shut as she became even more lost in the sensory overload. Her seeking hand found his bicep, curling nails into the flesh as her hips arched upward to encourage the stroking penetration of Grail's finger. Her **** ached suddenly. The swollen heat of her lips nearly pouting in swollen desire, glistening wet and easily parted. The foot upon Grail?s **** pushed almost painfully against him as she bucked wildly with the sudden invasion of a **** into her moaning mouth. Chocolate brown eyes flared wide, doll-like and startled. Instinctively she attempted to pull away from the burgeoning, plum shaped head that parted her moist lips but the taste...the shape...the glorious feel of his velvet stalk upon her tongue had her pausing upon her retreat, nearly unsheathing his bold exploration. Tentatively her tongue dipped out and twined around it in a similar fashion to what she'd just done to his tongue, gliding a slick nubile path around the head.
The touch of her tongue summoned a moan and caused eyes to fade partially beneath heavy lids, refusing to fully deny the sight of her talented mouth at work along the thick tip of his ****. He watched her, eyeing her thoroughly as she traced the head with her tongue, letting her indulge in the glorious heat and power that wafted from its heavy shape. Her breasts were released, both hands coming to gather her hair sweetly into a tail and pull it away from her face, exposing her completely to the focus of her affection. Hips swayed forward, pushing the head beyond those lips and into her mouth, nearly half way before reversing direction and withdrawing. He paused there so she could once more lick and suckle at the tip before again pushing forward, parting her mouth with the girth of his stalk, only to retreat and wait for her more tender ministration once more. It was a cat-and-mouse game, her tongue working his shaft under her own manipulation only to have him rip the control away and delve within when he wished. Control seemed to sway; easily given, and easily taken away.

He watched in silence as she began to lick along Iameth?s ****, nearly moaning at the sight. He should have been furious, jealous, enraged, but all he found was an aching in his own hard shaft that wished to mimic the attention the Sorcerer was receiving. The finger plunged inside and held there so that she could meld around the slender digit and once that clenching was felt he slowly started to push in and out of her. The pace was slow and steady at first, back and forth with a measured speed, but as he watched her oblige that lavender root he couldn?t help but quicken the motion.

Her lashes fluttered closed and concealed the liquid pools of her chocolate gaze as she became lulled by Iameth's game. The rocking penetration that was being echoed at her slick hot core encouraged her to submit to his devious intentions. Besides, there was just something about the taste and the feel of his **** pushing past her lips that had her hungrily seeking its return every time he pulled free. Her tongue lashed and lapped vigorously along its peak as she whimpered at the possibility of its full unsheathing. Each time he decided to press back into the warm wet recesses of her mouth she moaned her approval. The capturing of her hair revealed the rhythmic bob of her head as she fell into a pattern of perversion. Breasts, full and heavy, began to sway with the repetitive motion that grew into an undulating back and forth, her foot leaving Grail's lap as she drew both legs upward, heels finding the couch for leverage, and her knees spreading to offer her **** to his finger ***. Undeniably wet, the slurping sound of her core revealed any intent to disguise her collaboration with their wickedness.

A maestro of such a seductive symphony, the Sorcerer played the game impressively well. With one hand he held her hair back, a rein to guide through the motions, as the other reached to the back of the couch and braced him there. Hips rocked, pushing into her mouth and pulling back, the glistening sight of her saliva reaching higher and higher as more of him was newly embedded each time, until finally the entirety of the shaft was rooted inside her. He paused, if for but a moment, so that her throat had time to open around the impaling head, and slowly he began with a languorous motion, gradually *** her lips. Eyes shifted to the bounce of her naked breasts and then did so again as her legs came up and fell open. He could see the glistening moisture that surrounded Grail?s finger with each quick departure, and purred with a rumble emerging from deep in his throat.

The motion was quickening, in and out, in and out. The movement of her legs offered him a better angle, a better view, to continue the swift work. The damp sheath was his to play with, and he did so eagerly, not exiting for long. He pushed inside of her, all the way, filling that sweet **** with his finger until it was buried to the last knuckle, and watched the gates open around his invasion. His gaze inclined to the use Iameth was making of her mouth, the arousal accentuated by the wanton sounds Cadence exuded as she sought to consume his length. His swollen shaft was painfully ready, forcing him to drop a hand to it and stroke it through his pants to alleviate some of the tension. Without thinking he suddenly dropped his head between her splayed thighs, a deep breath inhaling her heady scent of arousal just moments before his mouth arrived upon her soaked nether lips. The finger that had been *** her pulled her open, revealing the tender pink flesh within, and with a flick of his tongue he licked across her starving hole.

She was an impressive performer of fellatio. Whether it was all those throat strengthening exercises or the way in which her throat and tongue vibrated with the purity of the sounds she was making while he *** her mouth, she had no problems taking his great length. Deep throating him with the skill of a whore born, she swallowed around the extended marble stalk and worked her lips and tongue eagerly along his shaft. Her hand drifted from the couch, jerking in the air and finding his hip as she tucked more toward him. The roll of her hips was hindered by the sudden arrival of Grail's head between her thighs, the shocking flick of his tongue across her wet bare lips jerking her upward in response, and she unsheathed Iameth in one fell swoop that actually left a bit of saliva behind. The air was cool upon his wet girth, now absent the warmth of her mouth and throat. Wide chocolate eyes ricocheted up to Iameth's devious features and the hint of awareness sharpened opaque eyes drowning in lust. "W-wait." Breathlessly as she sought to pull herself from the dangerous free-fall she'd embarked upon.

?No.? He moaned, the respite of her mouth leaving him hungry for her in so many ways. The vibration of her throat had him dazed with lust, nearly consuming him entirely ?much like she had his ****. With his hand still gripping the drawn-back length of her hair he held her head still as he dropped his to claim yet another kiss, the parting of lips opening her mouth to once more be occupied by twin tongues. While forceful, there was still tenderness about his endeavor, an eagerness that sought to unhinge itself within her. He glanced down, catching the inquisitive gaze of the Necromancer nestled between her thighs, and gave him an assuring nod to proceed. The length of his ****, thrumming and violently stiff as it was, drifted across her cheek, smearing the saliva she left upon it, eager to fill her once again.

One lick would never suffice. In fact, the taste of her was so intoxicating that Grail plunged forward with abandon after the initial sample and impaled her completely upon his tongue. With lips and teeth pressed against her soaked gates he languidly began to lick deep inside her intimate channel, reaching to the farthest extent and guiding what he found back into his mouth. With his finger still holding her open he was brazen in his devouring, lapping and sucking along her damp flesh as he sought the cherished climax he knew she was hiding inside. Her sudden jerk had him looking up with question, though the nod he received from the Sorcerer who kissed her strengthened his resolve. He continued to eat her ****, hungrily growing in both pace and vigor.

The commanding grip on her hair was erotic as it was tempered by his tenderness. Iameth's response to kiss her into submission sustaining her bewilderment long enough for the inarguably decadent pleasure of tongues invading her aching holes. Grail's passionate tongue-*** had her bucking and writhing, escape and conjoining sought simultaneously with no sense of intelligent design. She needed to get away from the ecstasy but at the same time she needed to grind closer to encourage it. Hungrily she licked, sucked, nipped and tongued Iameth's mouth as she squirmed, ignoring the insistent bob of the **** head against her cheek for the moment. When she felt the familiar tingle that forewarned of her approaching orgasm she gasped and shuddered. Stiffening momentarily before she exploded in pulsating waves of release. The kiss broken so that she could pant her encouragement, "Oh yes, yes, *** yes....oooooh yessss...."

The kiss seemed everlasting; the Sorcerer more than willing to draw out the length of it. Her tongue was guided amongst his dual tendrils with a growing need, lapping and suckling her within his lips. Eyes were suddenly aglow as the potency of their lust continued to seethe, consuming him from the inside out. As she broke away from his mouth he lowered even more, the camber of his waist impossible by mortal standards but easily achieved thanks to his infernal nature, and claimed her taut nipple with his mouth. Fangs grazed the sensitive nub as twin tongues flicked and coiled about it, drawing it into his famine-wrought lips that fed upon it as though a babe. Her breathless plea forged a salacious grin across demonic features as he took a moment from his stimulating work to glance at Grail. ?Yes, *** her.? He insisted, resuming his work quickly thereafter.

She was delicious and Grail was addicted, lapping and licking deep inside that glorious cleft. He could feel her hips pulsating, her adamant undulating against his enthused mouth only driving him harder to give her the release she obviously wanted. He would have been content to see it all the way through, but the way she demanded he take her stymied his mouth and tongue as the comprehension of her plea took hold. He pulled his head away as his hands tore apart his pants to unleash the desperate length of his ****, climbing upward from between her legs to position himself atop her. He braced upon the back of the couch so as to not encroach upon the fiendish Sorcerer who suckled her tit, and pressed forward with his hips, the hot spade of his **** crushing into the saturated slit of her **** and sliding inside thanks to the slick dampness he forged with his eager tongue.

She'd wanted his mouth on her nipple since he'd first started taunting her with his magic, and as the hot wet length of his twining tongues took hold of the rigid peak she arched and convulsed, her orgasm throbbing onward, refusing to let go of her. Whimpering, she tossed her head back and forth in the sorcerer's lap, the kittenishly girlish sounds so much sweeter from her bard's tongue ? a tongue that emerged to twine around the head of his **** once more just seconds after her lips brushed it. A tentative suckling, gentle and sweet as she'd began to sink into the languor that followed her initial explosion, but that changed course when her startled scream parted her mouth wide as she was stretched open to accommodate the thrusting inside her cream soaked hole.

The homage he paid to her nipple was a concerted effort, squeezing her firm breast, narrowing the area around the taut cap to be fully devoured. He licked and pinched her, a sharp suckle causing a ring of red to appear once he departed. Shifting his attention, the other breast was suddenly the focus of his efforts, groped and tugged by lips and fangs, twirled and caressed by tongues. He was truly surprised to see Grail emerge upon her, having expected the Necromancer to backout once presented with the opportunity to actually *** the gorgeous bard. It instilled in the Sorcerer a sense of confidence, as he liked being surprised with displays of strength from those within the House. Thoughts were infected with concentrated lust as Cadence revisited the length of his throbbing stalk and she was quickly gifted with the initial drops of what promised to be a rich release of his delicious seed. Her scream as Grail impaled her bathed his length in warm breath, and without thinking he charged forward, invading that open crevice with all of his girth and sinking it clear to the back of her throat.

Her cries were mirrored with desperate moans as his swollen length was encased in the tight sheath of her narrow chamber, its velvet lining causing his stomach to clench in preparation of his own climax. It wouldn?t take long. He had no need to rush it, though, and once he was settled in he echoed the motion his finger had previously shown and slowly began to push in and out of her. The pace was steady, filling and emptying the damp conduit with the heavy weight of his shaft to the measured melody of his heavy sack slapping against her ***. He was consumed with the glorious feeling, warmth and churning desire all wrapped up inside him, and wanted nothing more than to feel her bathe his **** in the depths of her orgasm just moments before he did the same.

There was something decadently wrong about the entire thing that curled her toes and made the taboo sensation of being *** by two men at once a sincerely erotic, and a nastily perverse, explosion of powerful pleasure. The sure thrust of Iameth's heavy **** invading her throat came fast and hard and caused her to gag slightly, her bardic throat enclosing around him in convulsions of wet hot velvet. Trapped as she was beneath his ministrations she could not see Grail as he proceeded, only able to feel as another **** used her, *** away at her **** with no constraint, none of his usual puppy love or genuine concern. No, the man grinding his **** up inside her was not thinking about her in that moment, he was only thinking about the wet slick feel of her pulsating sheath taut and resistant as it was stretched open by his rocking pelvis. The slapping sound of his balls striking her *** only added to the delirium, the percussion primal and urgent. Her nails dug into Iameth's flesh as she held onto him and aided in her own debasement, raunchily she suckled at the prick lodged in her mouth, caught up in the heat and passion of the moment. She wanted desperately to be flooded by their ***. And suddenly she fell from the cliff that she clung to, freefalling into a series of orgasms that only heightened her eagerness. Blindly, eyes clenched shut as she sucked and *** with a wild abandon, her throaty whimpers forced to vibrate past the impaling length of the male organ dominating her mouth.

It was her debauch rhythm that guided his. He was often cautious with Cadence as to not push her too much, careful to not scare her away, though when she surpassed composure to simply ingest his prodding length he fully complied, pushing as deep as he could go. He *** her lips. *** her mouth. *** her throat. The incessant grind of his hips invaded her over and over again, growing with a speed that whipped the heavy undervein of his impaling shaft over her tongue fiercely. He sat up to gain an even deeper angle, her throat threaded with each new entry. His scrotum was constricted in the telltale sign of release, this plateau aided by the sight of her embarking along lines of orgasms, and yet he did not let loose with his churning release?not until Grail?

The necromancer?s motion was smooth, hips grinding with a back and forth gesticulation that stretched her tight hole with each new greeting. He leaned forward, kissing along her cheeks toward her ear, even as they became bloated with the insertion of Iameth?s wide stalk. Once there, her lobe was capture between his teeth and suckled gently for just a moment before he inclined his chin, kissing her delicate ear, and whispering. ?I?ve wanted this since the day I met you.? There was a twisted sense of emotion there as the normally infatuated Necromancer was now *** her with another man, though Grail had never been known as one with conventional thinking. The heavy piston of his **** pumped deep inside her, a growing speed heralding the arrival of his emission, and with a sudden thrust he shoved the thick spear of his endowment clear to the root and erupted in a flood of thick *** that flooded her tightly filled ***, moaning hungrily throughout his orgasm.

?.and it was then that the Sorcerer found his freedom. As Grail?s offering arrived so too did his, spurting thick ropes of milky release across her tongue. His moan was bestial, inhuman, as was the amount of *** he poured down her throat, delicious and inspiring as it was.