The bindings seemed to give but tightened again when he had her arms repositioned so that her elbows were bent at ninety degree angles. It gave her a better vantage to either side, and allowed circulation back into her arms. “Thank you,” she sent to him. “Don’t thank me yet, I’m just taking my time for emphasis. You will submit when I’m ready for you to.” He nipped more deliberately at the back of her neck, the sudden contact causing more wet heat to flood between her thighs. The his caresses grew idle, almost comforting as she watched the other three endure their own ordeals. Rafe’s entire body was taut from strain against his bindings. Racha rested on her knees before him, her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking with slow, steady motions. The magic churned around him, and the second Rowan was sure Rafe would come hard in Racha’s mouth, the Queen abruptly stopped and stood, leaving Rafe’s wet cock standing like a solitary pillar, his tip weeping. “Submit,” Racha whispered in his ear.
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