Book Four: Chapter 162

“Shit, sorry,” he said, then shivered. His magic was starting to do its thing and was manifesting all along his body. However, instead of crawling along his skin, it floated upward between them, turning into motes of light.

Kisa sat up straight, her claws leaving red lines down his chest. He raised his hands up her hips and cupped her supple breasts, his fingers squeezing them through a thin layer of fur. She growled at him, then groaned, her vaginal walls squeezing his dick.

The motes of light were spiraling now, and spreading outward. It was a slow dance, as if a swarm of fireflies circled them. He sat up a bit and noticed that the scratches on his chest were already starting to fade. Kisa was growling again, and he used one of his hands to tease her clit. She reacted immediately, and the lights danced about even faster now.

Tink gasped, and Mike turned his head to see that the mote field had expanded to the edges of the yurt, and she was now caught in it. The li