Page 29 of Self Studies

He dove forward and lifted my butt, burying his face in my neatly trimmed sex. This wasn’t the slow build I’d exacted out of Beryl. Saffron could tell we were long past that. His mouth seemed to envelop my clit as his tongue slid up and down my slit. I pressed myself against his face and pulsed my hips. The back of my head pressed into the thin pillow, separating me from my magic’s desire. I mewled under Saffron’s skilled motions, tensing and releasing as the pleasure built.

“Saff, let me taste her.” Professor Garnet’s request came out like a command.

Saffron plunged his tongue into my opening and slowly ran it up, eliciting another strangled mewl before he released my butt. He appeared from between my legs, his usual grumpy expression exchanged for a smirk. I found myself sandwiched between the two men’s sculpted chests as the professor’s tongue slid into Saff’s mouth above me.

“You taste amazing,” Professor Garnet murmured appreciatively.

Saffron’s hands found their way to my small breasts as the two men began kissing once more. I ran my hands up the back of Saffron’s legs, my hips twisting, desperate for friction. The professor's sizable erection stabbed into my back through the pillow, and I pressed myself into it.

Suddenly, the cool air of the room kissed my back. The professor sprang away from me. I had to grab handfuls of Saffron’s ass to keep from falling backward.

“I want to touch her, Saff,” Professor Garnet said through gritted teeth. “But if I do, she’ll transfer again. I can’t relapse.”

“Then stop holding back,” I said or tried to say.

I didn’t quite get all the words out before Saffron pressed me back into the floor and buried his face in my breasts. His knees settled on either side of my hips, and he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I arched my back. One of his hands traced down my side while the other captured my hands above my head.

I turned to look at the professor. Completely nude, he sat as if meditating. His hand glided across his throbbing erection as he watched Saffron and me. The younger mage moved his attention from my breasts and down my rib cage before burying his face in my sex once more.

Arching my back, I locked my gaze with Professor Garnet and squeezed one of my nipples. “Is there no way?”

Before Professor Garnet could answer, Saffron pressed a curled finger into my opening. My eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure took over my existence. The sound of Professor Garnet pumping himself harder only made everything that much more erotic. A moment later, he stood, bringing me back to reality.

He moved behind Saffron and peppered the man’s back with kisses. I whined as Saffron’s attention to my pussy stopped.

“Put her on the beanbag, Saff. Give us a better angle,” Professor Garnet instructed.

Concern filled Saffron’s face, but the professor gave him a reassuring kiss. I found myself being lifted with ease as Saffron followed instructions. He pressed his hard body into my front as he set me down. His unexpectedly tender lips covered mine before his velvety tongue explored. The taste of mac ’n’ cheese and bacon accompanied my juices. He teased my clit with his tip, and my hips rocked forward.

For a moment, the younger mage paused. I locked gazes with Professor Garnet above us. The professor slapped Saffron’s ass before surging forward. Saffron’s dick pressed hard against my clit; the entire length of it slid across the top of my opening, making the room spin. Saffron’s weight momentarily threatened to crush my tiny body. I didn’t care. I would’ve died happy.

Saffron’s weight on me eased as Professor Garnet caressed the younger mage's hips.

“You're so tight today.” Professor Garnet growled.

I moved my gaze from the professor and studied Saffron’s face. He adjusted his weight again and licked his lower lip. I leaned back as his dick once again slid across my clit with Professor Garnet’s thrust.

“Does that feel good?” I hadn’t realized I’d asked the question until the corners of Saffron’s mouth pulled up.

“More than good,” he said breathlessly.

The professor thrust again, and a low, pleasure-filled growl escaped Saffron’s lips. His yellow rims eyes glowed. “Are you ready for us?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Saffron’s stiff cock parted my folds and filled me. I tried to wrap my legs around Saffron’s hips, but my feet hit the bare flesh of Professor Garnet’s thighs. Immediately, my barrier fell, and my magic pushed toward him.

“All of this will stop if you transfer,” Professor Garnet warned.

I pulled my feet away from the Professor, and the barrier slid back into place.

Saffron kissed me again before surging forward, pressed into me impossibly deep. Pure physical pleasure took over my senses.

After a few awkward thrusts and the repositioning of body parts, we began to flow as a trio. Pressure and tension built in all the right places. Saffron’s length found that perfect spot inside me. “More.” I lost control of my vocal cords. Moans and mewls joined the grunts and sounds of slapping from the two men above me.

Our pace quickened, and I lost myself, getting ever closer and closer to climax. With a grunt, Saffron twitched, and he surged into me without pulling back. His dick swelled against my pulsing walls and pressured my clit. A moment later, Professor Garnet’s weight drove Saffron’s entire being hard into me. My building pleasure released in a wave of passion. My climax clamped around Saffron.

I joined the professor’s howl of raw euphoria. My magic sparked between us and whipped around Saffron. It didn’t return to me like it should to complete a transfer. It surrounded us. Like a storm, it circled and pelted us with magic before running itself dry and dissipating into the air, leaving pleasant tingles in its wake.

My need calmed with it.

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