Page 2 of Group Studies

With as much movement as I could manage, I threw myself away from Saffron. The loss of contact cut off my transfer. The smell of charred flesh filled my nose, before the familiar numbing from the healing spell in the clasps killed the pain.

Saffron trembled, his eyes unfocused as he stared at his hand. His dick twitched. Tendrils of my magic spiked his finger-length platinum locks into almost a porcupine shape. His muscles doubled in size and the yellow of his gaze turned virtually white.

He flexed his hands, his focus returning. “Incredible.”

With my wrists numbed and my magic swirling inside Saffron, lust took over. I needed to complete the transfer.

I barely heard the pounding at Professor Garnet’s office door. Saffron flung himself on top of me and rolled us out of sight. I mewled and bucked, dry humping him like a needy animal.

“Aphrodite!” The sound of Ashe’s muffled voice quieted my mewling, though my hips still ground into Saffron’s thigh.

“She’s almost done,” Professor Garnet barked. “You’re early.”

My gaze found the professor’s stormy red rims, and my magic danced.

Instead of joining us, the professor looked away from me. He found his shirt and shoved himself into it, glaring at the door.

“She screamed in pain,” Ashe’s muffled voice sounded angry this time.

I pictured my self-appointed bodyguard poised and ready to break down the door. If he planned on stripping and joining, I wanted him to.

Saffron nuzzled the dark hickey he’d left on my neck, pulling my attention back to him. He lifted me from the floor like I weighed nothing. My back pressed into the cloth draped wall. One-handed, he released the knots running along my spine, and the silk rope fell away.

The contours of Saffron’s firm chest sent tingles up my arms as the healing spell on my wrists started to wear off. I traced his pecs to where they met his shoulders before clasping my hands behind his head. Saffron gripped both my butt cheeks, and I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He kissed me once, before pulsing his hips against my dripping slit.

“Fuck, Aphy. I’ve never been this hard or felt power like this,” Saffron said, nibbling my ear. “Absolutely incredible.”

I gripped his spiky hair. “We need each other. Stop making me wait.”

Saffron grunted, filling me in one slow motion. I moaned, and he darted forward, muffling my noises with his mouth. My breasts rubbed against the hard planes of his chest as he drilled me against the wall.

The rhythm of our slapping bodies muted as a familiar spell wrapped us in a private sound bubble.

Saffron shifted his feet, so each thrust brushed the spot deep inside me, fracturing my very existence. I tensed, bucking against him. Both needing more and less simultaneously. Another moan escaped my mouth, only to be eaten by the strange silence around us, followed by Saffron’s needy tongue. My body quivered as my building release drove us.

“More, God, Saff, more,” I cried.

With a grunt, Saffron drove deep inside of me and swelled. He bucked against my front, gripping my hips to keep me in place as his release contorted his face. His cum, charged with both our magics, exploded inside me and sent my orgasm spasming around his length. I rode it, letting out a final series of whimpers before collapsing forward onto Saffron’s chest, my magic finally satisfied.

Both of us fought to catch our breath.

“You’re something else,” Saffron said softly.

His smooth lips pressed into the side of my face as he shifted my weight to one arm. With the other, he tilted my head back, dipping down to kiss the hickey he’d left at the base of my neck. “You’re m…”

“Saffron,” Professor Garnet barked, coming into view behind the younger mage.

As if remembering where he was, Saffron’s head jerked away from my neck. He dropped me, but I easily caught myself.

He looked down at his hands again, a smile playing on his lips. The occasional rainbow refracted little bolts of power dancing along his skin.

“It’s intoxicating, isn’t it?” Professor Garnet asked, putting his hand around Saffron’s shoulders and kissing him on the cheek.

My breathing slowed and the cool air of the room helped center me. I’d transferred without meaning to. Into Saffron. I’d taken away his free will. I shivered.

The professor turned to me, his gaze devouring my naked sex flushed body. His lover’s load slid down my leg. He licked his lips. Despite my two orgasms, my core kindled with heat.

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