Part 4 of 6Hunger and need took over, the moments they shared so close and steady, the kisses, the heavy petting like two energies converging as one. The room dimmed as the candles flickered out, energy snapped around them, a calm wind giving kisses to their tender sensitive flesh causing them both to involuntary shiver. Sharing this moment together, the taboo magical transformation digging into the desires they both have been neglecting, the static suddenly popped sending off electric waves and spasms, all adding to the excitement. Coral curled her hips upward moving her buttocks off the desk to meet the pelvis of Zoë. They both panted, the tip of the ridged gland finally pushed inside, splitting the lips slowly, the shock radiated in their loins. Coral wrapped her arms around Zoë’s shoulders, legs wrapped around hips pulling Zoë deeper inside her. Zoë let out a cry, not understanding this intensity, the strangeness, the hunger, it’s not what she was used to, almost an animalistic need to just breed, and release inside her friend, a need never before explored or triggered before the magic spell. This was her friend, her roommate, never had such thoughts crossed her mind, and now, it was all she could focus on. Inching in closer and deeper, the suction of Coral’s sex enveloped Zoë, they both shared a kiss their breasts pressed together, then suddenly without warning Zoë pulled out of Coral, and spun her around with preternatural strength, bending over the tiny frame while grabbing her hips, Zoë slid in from behind with a wet squelching pop claiming her tight sex as her own. Zoë moved her hips, curling and gliding in and out of the tightness, she curled her toes as the heat in her expanded outward. ‘This is your fault!” Zoë cried out. “You could have just made it go away, and now look at you.” With each word Zoe’s voice is clipped by her pushing motion as they collided together. Growling turning her head her mouth in a smile of grand pleasure. “Oh...nnnnggghhh.. I am not complaining.” Coral moaned. The sounds and smells of sex filled the small spell-room, echos of the bodies slapping, soft moans of pleasure bounced off the walls, eddies of sparks and magic twirled around the girls, the sexual energy crackling, stimulating both girls, syphoning and extracting this unorthodoxed sexual power feeding their sex. Zoë could feel her loins gain pressure, a warm buzz bloomed from her prostate, trialing through her tesitcles, and finding a home at the tip of her gland. Like a soft warm glow, a pulsing ebb and flow of pleasure. The girls remained silent, caught in the moment, the occasional sigh, moan, or whimper escaping their lips. Beads of sweat formed on Zoë’s brow, her chest shone with perspiration as she grunted and shoved herself in deep. Unwilling to give into her release she rode the edge, making an inner struggle to maintain her stamina and hardness. Pulling out and laying on the floor exhausted, her legs numb and strained, she laid back and pulled Coral over the top of her, her face meeting the messy wet sex of Coral, and she felt her tip kissed and licked. The two friends engaged mouth to sex. Written by Zoë Willows Edited By Kimmi Skye
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