Book Eight: Chapter 152

Mike nodded, but said nothing. His magic danced along the surface of the water, charging the air and creating bubbles of light that hovered nearby. Sofia had reclined enough that her head was hanging over the edge of the tub, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“Do you think she’ll come soon?” Cecelia asked playfully.

“I’m right fucking here,” Sofia muttered, panting loudly.

Mike laughed, then turned his attention to Cecilia. “Not yet, my heart. She’s wired differently. I think it has something to do with only having one eye.”

“Hey,” Sofia protested, then groaned as Cecilia managed to squeeze an entire fist inside of her vagina. The banshee giggled and pistoned her arm gently. The water had taken on a strange, lubricating quality from Mike’s magic without causing them to slip around inside of the tub

“You see,” Mike continued, playfully teasing Sofia’s breasts. “The main thing that gets her off is when somebody else uses her however they see fit. Maybe a lit