[She gasped into her skin as the energy sank in, her relentless rhythm stuttering before resuming all the more fiercely. The Witchblood already had her head spinning, mixing into her own veins and setting them alight—the magic now seeping from Chariot settled into her skin, setting her alight from the outside as well, the overstimulation of magic chasing out everything in her head except want and need and instinct.]
[Chariot's end of the Bond provided more than enough to fill the vacancy. Her own hips rolled underneath her lover, bucking into the sensations and bliss that wasn't hers. Without thinking she bit Chariot again, a softer bite this time the top her breast, moaning into her flesh.]
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[Chariot's end of the Bond provided more than enough to fill the vacancy. Her own hips rolled underneath her lover, bucking into the sensations and bliss that wasn't hers. Without thinking she bit Chariot again, a softer bite this time the top her breast, moaning into her flesh.]