Oh . . . oh dear. I press my thighs together, because that intrusive tingle is starting between my legs again. Surreptitiously, I glance over at Willem, but he’s casting without even looking at me, one finger on the page of the book while the other drips blood into the snake-scale-milk-goat-hair concoction in the bowl. I try not to squirm, even as the sensation builds. Shit. It’s definitely an orgasm. Shit, shit, shit. I clench harder, trying to push the unwanted feeling away, but it keeps spiraling and growing greater as the tablet continues to glow, the writing lighting up as the spell
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