Max licked his lips, watching the circle of spirits kneel before him, their heads bowed low in perfect submission. The sight sent a dark, possessive thrill straight through him. They were his now, all of them. His to command, his to use, his to satisfy however he wished.
He felt the pressure in his pants grow heavy, his cock thickening, rising until the rigid length pressed hot and insistent against the soft inner curve of Saelunith's thighs. The sudden, unmistakable heat against her skin made her jolt. The hazy fog clouding her mind cleared in an instant. Only then did she truly feel what she was doing: her arms looped tightly around his neck, her body molded against his, hips rolling in slow, instinctive circles as if she were offering herself to him right there in front of everyone.
