Courts and Cabals by G.S. D'Moore (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

“I’ve seen into the minds of people before, during, and after. I’ve felt what they felt, seen what they’ve seen. I’ve been the man, the woman, and both at the same time. There is nothing I could possibly learn from allowing a man’s penis to breach my hymen.”

There was a lot to unpack there, but I only really considered one part. “You’re a virgin?”

She glared at me, but apparently, I’d hit a sore spot. “If you mean physical penetration with the opposite sex, then yes. If you mean the thoughts, feelings, and sensations the brain produces during sex, then I’ve had more sex than anyone at this school; including the succubus.”

“That’s . . . confusing,” I didn’t know how to reply to that.

“What is so hard to understand?” she asked, clearly frustrated.

“I mean . . .” I struggled to explain. “There’s a difference between reading a book and writing a book. When you read one, you’re in a universe someone else has constructed, and following a plotline they’ve outlined. You can sit back and enjoy the characters. You can be free. If you’re writing a book, there’s more responsibility involved. You have to figure out how to drive the plotline forward. You need believable characters and enough development that they don’t seem stale or locked into a specific trope. You need to make sure you keep the reader guessing, and eventually, coming back for more. It’s a very different experience from just sitting back and enjoying something you didn’t have to put any work into creating.”

Amanda’s frustration faded. She nodded slowly as she dissected my argument, formed a hypothesis, and developed testing parameters. At least, that’s what I thought she was doing by the look on her face. I didn’t have to know the Anima mage for long to understand her life was a physical expression of the scientific method.

“I see your point,” she finally conceded. “Do I have your consent?”

“Do you have my consent to fuck me?” I would never say never, but it was nearly a given if a woman wanted to have sex with me. I was down to go to pound town.

She heard my thoughts, but she needed a verbal reply. “Yes,” I stated with a shit-eating grin. “Let’s do this.”

“Very well,” she reached up and touched my temple.

A blast of vertigo hit me like a bareknuckle boxer. The world spun for a moment and then solidified. “I’ve got to stop letting her touch me,” I groaned.

The vertigo was marginally better than the feeling of having the world yanked out from beneath me, but not by much. “I’m not in Kansas anymore.”

Gone were the mats and hardwood floor of the St. Vincent’s gym. I was in a circular room with a stone floor. A thick-looking wooden door with an iron ring for a handle stood at one end. An open double door led out into the morning sunlight, salt-tinged air, and caw of seagulls riding the thermals. At the center of the room was a four-poster bed with thin purple drapes. I sat on that bed, with my face in a pair of tits, while a woman slowly ground herself against me.

Any questions of where I was evaporated, as I felt her walls tighten around my cock. “Shit,” I groaned, as my tongue lashed out to grab a nipple.

The woman groaned, and grabbed the back of my head as she continued her grinding. My hands caressed her sides until they grabbed a hold of her ass. She chuckled, and gave me a light shove to push me down on my back. That’s when I got a good look at her face.

“Amanda,” my surprise was interrupted as she started moving herself up and down on my rod.

At first glance, I could tell it was the Anima mage, but a closer look showed she’d changed. She didn’t look like the mousey woman from the library. Her creamy flesh was pristine, and her face didn’t show a blemish or acne scar. Her hair wasn’t a tangled bird’s nest; instead, it was a smooth, silky chestnut that she’d crafted into a updo that reminded me a little of Princess Leia. That thought made my dick tingle in excitement.

Her lips were fuller, and a deep scarlet color. Her eyelashes were longer, and darker to highlight amber irises that seemed to glow a shade brighter than normal. Her glasses were gone, and those glowing orbs penetrated me as deeply as I was currently penetrating her.

She ran her hands across my muscled chest, which sent shocks down to my toes. Slowly, she lifted herself up, flexing abs I didn’t know she possessed, and slammed herself down on my dick. She was smaller than anyone I’d been with since Dani, and I felt my tip hit her cervix with every slam. A red splotch on her heaving chest told me she was enjoying this. Every movement seemed to tug or massage my dick just right. It was heaven.

“Open your mind,” she instructed as she leaned over to kiss me.

I shifted seamlessly into the zone, and the world whirled again. The bed was gone and we were on the balcony. An intricately carved railing of stone created a half-moon arch around the space. Looking around, I saw I was in a legit castle’s highest tower. Below me, a bay of turquoise water glittered with wooden sailing ships. In the far distance I saw a dragon in flight, flapping lazily across the horizon.

My hands found the flesh of Amanda’s hips. They were more ample that I’d guessed, but not beyond what my hands could comfortably control. I had her bent over the railing separating us from a three-hundred-foot drop onto jagged rocks below. Instinctually, I thrusted forward, and she squeaked as I filled her with my girth. Her velvety tunnel was impossibly tight. That was going to be a problem in the best