Puppets on a Stage I can’t tell if Trent if alarmed or thrilled by his sudden lack of control. For that matter, I can’t tell if he’s even aware of losing control. There’s a look of concentration on his face, eyes closed, straining to focus. It’s like he’s trying to gather his wits about him. His hands tell a different story. They grab my waist with the strength of a vise and bounce me up and down, driving inside of me forcefully. The attentive lover I discovered in Trent beneath The Vault is gone, but I know better than to think this is all his doing. The tendrils have taken over, reaching through me to him. His urges have been replaced with the arcane hunger of a magical reservoir. The pool from which Candice, Saffron, and I cast our spells. It appears to have a mind of its own. I had no idea something like this could happen. Nature abhors a vacuum. I guess magic does too. The tendrils attached to my body urge Trent to abandon himself through a connection.
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