Book Eight: Chapter 25

At some point, Holly managed to grab the third dildo. She attached it to the palm of her hand and forced it down her own throat.

Mike had no idea how long he became lost in the act. His magic took them both over completely, feeding into their desires. When he regained enough of his senses, he forced the magic back, commanding it to release them. The dark spots in his eyes put there by the flashing motes of lights gradually faded, revealing that Holly was lying in a puddle of her own drool. The elf had gone limp beneath him, a permanent grin etched on her face.

Taking care, Mike groaned and slowly pulled himself out of her. His cocks popped free, and a deluge of cum poured out from Holly’s vagina. Mike stared at the waterfall of spooge that flowed out of her, then winced at the pain in his lower back. How long had they been at it?

Mike almost slipped in his own cum as he backed away from Holly. The elf moaned and pushed herself off the workbench. She did slip, and M