He closed his eyes.He closed his eyes. Slowly, he began chanting, swaying back and forth, feeling the power that was already heavily invested into this room even when no magick was being performed. His soul reached out, examined everything. His hands moved up her arms, and she mirrored his movements, until his forehead touched hers. Their hands roamed, and slowly he felt her open herself to him. For the first time, he sensed her hidden heart, which she had kept protected from Teltirray for all these past months. Her mouth began to move, although no sounds came out. He could hear her breath shaped into words and knew that those words were echoes of his own. She was losing herself to the spell, and that was as it should be. His hand caressed her breasts, and hers stroked the hardened muscles of his chest. Beneath her soft teats he could feel the strength she had earned through Teltirray's unfortunate "ministrations." He worried that he was being inept, or too rough, to the delicate flesh of her body, but she never said a word other than the whispered spell of scrying they worked together. |