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Power throbbed in the air, making it heavy, sensual even. Vines crawled along the walls making a lace veil for ancient stone. The layout was just as she remembered; a vestibule that stepped down into the main room, a hundred strides long, fifty wide, columns every ten feet down either side. Windows, devoid of covering, let in a breeze that pushed the air across her skin. Her entire body tingled from it and her skin tightened. How had she not known as a child that this place was power? She and Micah had dared each other to cross the threshold, thinking it was haunted. If only she had known the truth.

Her breath uncoiled and tension slipped off her shoulders as she stepped further toward the center of the room. Sunken into the ground was a stone pit filled with water. It was clean and clear, and when she put her hand over the pool, she felt the static tingle of power hovering above it. The feeling of it pushed her heart into an excited patter.

"This place hasn't changed."

She jerked in a violent circle with her hand on her boot knife. The tension she had so carefully shed moments before was back. "Idiot." She stepped away from the edge of the pool and watched him. "You should know better than that." He chuckled, irking her further.

"You have enough control not to kill him outright." Daxys prowled into the room, the lazy evening light dappling his white scales with gold. He was making his low purring noise, the vibrations mixing with the atmosphere. She shivered again. "This place was a temple." He murmured.

"For what?" Micah crouched by the pool, looking at the water suspiciously. The pool lapped at the edge, drawn to him. Helena sighed; he was an empty vessel that she and Daxys had to fill. She just did not know how and so rarely like Daxys' suggestions. Still this had to be done before some other force unlocked, and subsequently controlled his raw magic.

"The old elven moon goddess Danshein," the beast said shifting in a long stretch to stand in his more human form. "The Ancients used the pool to collect and filter raw magic." He gave Helena a look with his glowing amber eyes. A quick grin showed his pointed teeth.

"Hence using it to unlock Micah's power."

"Yes," he looked out the window at the sun, setting languidly over the tree line. "Time enough to talk when the dirty deed is done, mine human." He bowed and walked over to the two of them. "You'll have to leave such worldly trappings behind," he said, plucking at the shoulder of her robe.

"First explain what we are to do." Micah stood and stood almost protectively in front of Helena.

"Does it matter? This will happen or you will go insane with the power. Not to mention the other dangers you present to yourself and my mistress." The challenge presented Helena watched on as Daxys' power itched up and down he spine. "If you insist, I will tell you, the unlocking of power requires control which is why new mages are presented to masters for apprenticeship. You will not have the abilities needed for some time. The bond between master and student is stronger than the shifting of the earth beneath us."

"I understand that. That is why Helena will be my master." His voice held an edge, the same one it had carried since they had met again after her ten years away. He did not want to be connected to her. "What are we doing here?"

"We will make the bond. You as student, Helena as Master over you. She is your only choice with her people hunted so..." This seemed to please the creature. "I am here to act as the catalyst. Usually such a thing is a small sacrifice or a gathering of magicians."

"Not likely to find a large group of magic users together in this day and age."

"And sacrifice is considered "black" magic, which our Captain frowns upon." Micah took in their explanation with a scowl but nodded still. "So we will use my power as your catalyst. Unfortunately this will also bond you to me, though it will be passive."

"We understand this Dax," she shrugged out of her robe and tossed it away then bent to undo her boots. "Explain the ritual."

"Well, this connection takes a certain amount of... closeness. Intimacy. Mostly trust. And since Micah trusts neither you nor me and I trust you but not him it will be very difficult to convince the bond to set." Nobody mention Helena's trusting Micah. They all knew that she still did and always would. It made her feel small and pathetic, holding onto a dream that she had lost when she left Blackhill.

"And?"

"Patience, warrior, as I explain. You are not the only one learning here." He fixed his eyes on Helena and a dark note entered his voice, reminding her of the beast of hell he was. "Without trust, we must focus on intimacy. You will have to open yourself to us and act as a filter for my control and his submission." Micah's breath was a hiss like escaping steam. Ferah Escort (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/ferah) Helena's stomach did a flip under her skin. "You are a woman by any right. Im sure this is not a challenge you cannot answer to."

"You foul bastard." Micah stepped forward before Helena's hand stopped him. "She is not a common whore! There is no way she can be prepared for something like that or agree to it in the first place. Such an act is for a man and a woman alone. It would be twisted with you looking on."

"Looking? I plan to do much more." Daxys reached out and pulled Helena to him her shoulders square against his chest. A claw extended, he cut through the lacing on her vest. "As you will when you touch the water. Soon you'll forget anything but her flesh and the power that swells within you."

"This is not happening!"

"Micah..." Her voice was soft against the tense air, like a soothing hand. It took little power to control his temper. "We must do this. You know it."

"No! There has to be another way." His defiance was wilting and Daxys rumbled happily behind her, his fingers working on the tiny buttons on her shirt. Her collar bone was already exposed and underneath the fabric a fine sweat had begun to slick her skin.

"There isn't. We just do not have the resources. Yours will be the first apprenticeship since the King's coup." She soothed. "Come now. It won't be all that bad..." She leaned her head back and looked at him with her eyes lidded. "Am I that bad to look on?"

Daxys laughed behind her and began murmuring. "Hair like the sky on fire, all gold and red. Like the autumn forests..." He pulled the braid out of her hair and it fell around her shoulders in a wave of fragrant curls. "No man could ask for more." Helena saw Micah's throat bob with a hard gulp. "Eyes the color of a forest pool in the dappled sunlight and the fullness of a ripe fruit." His hands ran over her hips and up her stomach, cupping around her breasts, causing them to peak against his palms. "A goddess among us mere folk." That made her snort indelicately. "And her skin..." He growled low and pulled her head back, baring the long line of her throat and the deep v of skin that showed past the unbuttoned shirt. His lips closed over the hollow between her neck and shoulder, his tongue rasping over the sensitive flesh to her ear. "Silk and cream. Perfect, Warrior, put together for the eyes of men to feast on."

"Your melodrama has gone on long enough." He spat. Daxys pulled her shirt off her shoulders, baring her to the room. Magic had been building, the three of them pouring off threads of their power in their stress and excitement and it lapped against her exposed flesh, making it tighten. The rosy tips of her breasts strained and she shivered, goose flesh rushing down to her toes.

"I see it has." She could not see Daxys but he must have gestured because Micah folded his hand in the front of his trousers, trying to hide any effect of the events taking place. "Stop stalling and come to her. She is going to give you a gift that will last you many life times, and with it the promise of her slick, swollen flesh taking you. You cannot deny it." Micah shifted forward and then forced himself to stay. "Fine, I will give you more enticement." He chuckled and shucked her pants from her in a movement that nearly knocked her over. He caught her arms behind her and pinned them there. "She is vulnerable, naked, and by her smell, ready."

Micah let out a growl almost as deep as the beast's and pulled his cloak off and draped it over her. "Do not use her like that." His breath caught as Helena let the cloak fall and stepped into him, Daxys moving with her. She looked up into his face and curled her lips in an enchantress' smile.

"I want to be used." She breathed against his throat, her tongue leaping out to taste the salt of his flesh. "I am willing to be used... Micah touch me." She nipped at him and he jerked back.

"Do not tempt me!" He shouted and turned, picking up a stone and tossing it across the hall. "What have you become that you can welcome two men to you for the sake of power?" He cried hoarsely. "This is not you Helena."

She pulled and Daxys let her go to him. She put a hand to his shoulder and turned him in a circle, her fist stretching forward and knocking him backward, into the pool. He sputtered as his head cleared the surface and swore. "Look here! Ten years I have been gone! You are right; I am not the same child that you remember. We have lived different lives and this is the effect."

His eyes were wide and he panted like an overworked horse. "Bitch." He laughed, his head boggled by the waves of euphoric magic. She smirked and walked down the steps of the pool, mewling at the feeling of the water, honey think and warm against her skin. She found him and pressed against the line of his body. "I?

"Don't," Escort Ferah (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/ferah) she pressed her lips against his just to have them claimed. A jolt ran through her and her legs went out. His tongue was tracing delicious patterns along the inside of her mouth and he pushed her through the water to the steps. Her back hit Daxys, standing there, waiting for them. She reached back, her palms running up his thighs.

Micah released her and peeled the wet shirt from his body. Taught muscles, lined with old scars dripped with beads of water, turned to shining jewels by the fading light. "Turn." She had no choice but to obey and turned herself around so that she faced Daxys and his overwhelming excitement. She felt heat flush over her shoulders and neck and opened her mouth to protest as he sat down with her between his legs. Any remark was cut short my Micah's questing fingers, running over her half submerged legs. Daxys bent, his dark hair touching the surface of the pool, his lips and teeth working against her succulent mouth.

"Now we begin." He kissed her forehead tenderly and took her hands, laying them against his chest. They moved across soft skin over wired muscles, searching until a caress made him shudder. Micah's fingers brushed over her spine and sides, making her twitch and gasp. Powerful hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him. She could feel him hard and waiting behind the soaked fabric of his pants. She pulled away so her lips could trace the spot on Daxys' ribs she had just found. He rumbled and leaned back on his hands, looking like a pleased cat.

"Don't ignore me, woman." Micah kneaded his hands against her pelvis, where the stomach began to run into more interesting places. How could she? She moaned and looked back at him. His face held the same fierce grin he wore when he was fighting. She was his conquest and he was enjoying total victory. She felt the first whisper of his calloused fingers on her slit. They did not delve deep but ran against the outside of her, a tantalizing promise. She turned back to Daxys, ensured that Micah knew what he wanted. Her eyes met Daxys' and she smiled, enjoying the look of want on his face. She moved to him again her mouth following the line of dark hair from his navel downward. She found the hollow of his hip, her teeth gently teasing his hipbone, before his fist closed on her hair and pushed her downward. She smirked and did not resist, her tongue flicking out against the head of his cock. He grunted and his hand tightened painfully in her hair, but she was not done teasing. She licked him again, running her tongue in a slow swipe across the very tip of him. He growled but stayed still, not wanting to interrupt her even more than he wanted to control her.

Micah finally pulled his trousers off and tossed them with a wet slap to the ground. She shivered and let her mouth envelope Daxys' cock, suckling gently and then lapping with her tongue. His noises spurred her on and when Micah's fingers slipped inside her, over her soaked flesh, heavy with wants she moaned sending Dax into a shuddering gasp. Micah continued his assured playing, his fingers whirling in little circles over the sensitive button of flesh that sent pulses of feeling along her limbs. Her mouth moved up and down Daxys' shaft and it throbbed and twitched against her tongue. Deeper and deeper she pulled him in, until he was hitting uncomfortable against her throat. With an unceremonious jerk, he forced himself further, making her choke. She coughed and spluttered but he continued, guiding her head with his hand, holding her a moment until she took him naturally. His hips jerked and he had to let go and steady himself against the floor, she continued though until she had him mewling like a virgin.

Micah not refused to be ignored, plunging a finger deep into her making her buck and whimper. He swirled his finger round and thrust it, making her hips move against him instinctually. Still it was not enough and she took her mouth away long enough to tell him. "More!" She demanded and with a laugh, he complied. She felt him against her, thick and hot as he ran his head over her slit, wetting himself with her juices. He perched himself against her waiting hole and prodded. "Now!" She growled and he slid just the head of him in. She whined in protest until Daxys reminded her of his own need. She took him wetly in her mouth and he thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. She was helpless when Micah thrust fully into her, filling her til she was certain she would burst. It hurt, she was no snow white virgin but she did not indulge in her flesh often and never with someone of his girth. Tears streamed down her face as the men used her. Still she could feel herself heating and filling with pleasure.

Daxys let her go and grunted. "Turn her this way." Micah scowled but allowed it, slipping out Ferah Escort Bayan (https://www.pompaci.net/istanbul/ferah) of her and allowing Daxys to turn her and pick her up. She ended up sitting on his lap, her legs spread so that she was disconcertingly exposed. He nodded to Micah who was able to stand in front of her and push himself back into her waiting flesh. She moaned and rocked back against Daxys so that he supported her weight. She could feel him pressed against her ass as she slid against sweat slicked skin. "Here we go lady, a true test for you." His arm wrapped around her and he dipped his fingers over her slit, massaging against her oversensitive flesh. She bucked and Micah had to pin her back against the other man.

With his slickened fingers he reached between there bodies and began to prod at the tight ring between her cheeks. She tried to push away but Micah held her still. "Sssh." Daxys soothed, the tip of his finger pushing into her ass. She gulped. "I promise, after this we will make you feel amazing." The finger delved further, an unnatural invader. She whimpered and closed her eyes, willing her body to relax. The finger moved gently, testing her, stretching the skin. A second one explored, joined the first and she clenched her teeth against the sting. He worked her until the fingers slid easily and she felt only mild discomfort. "Alright, mine Mistress. Try not to tense up." He said, sounding as if he had done this many times before. She did not ask, did not want to know, she just breathed until her muscles loosened. Micah paused in his thrusting so the other man could press himself against her. She protested as the first inch of him slid in. It was too tight! She would break, but they shushed her and rubbed their hands on her skin, trying to soothe her. More of him slid in and she could feel the odd sensation of him pressing against Micah on the opposite side. It pinched and burned but he persisted until she was full of him.

They sat quietly telling her to breathe and kissing sweat away from her brow and throat. Slowly Micah began to move, though his arms shook and he looked pained. He must be close. "If it helps begin focusing the magic. There is so much of it loose that we will need it tempered." She nodded and sent her mind to the task of gathering their magic. It did, help as Daxys shifted and slowly started moving with Micah, pumping into her. She could barely feel the pain, instead was the warm static of magic and that tickling, insistent building of pleasure. Like weaving a tapestry, she pulled the power together, tasting hints of Daxys and even Micah in it. She put them together, making the errant strings mesh and work with each other. She pulled it into her and it only added to everything, making her muscles twitch.

"Aaah. She's sucking me in." Micah groaned and lifted her hips so that he could plunge into her more forcefully. Her breath began gasping out and soon she was making small noises with each movement. She could climax pooling in her, could feel it build and add to the magic and vice versa. "I can not... Please, Helena." He moaned. She kissed him, letting her power, bent to her purpose flow between them, she could taste him, feel him. Feel his pleasure and the sensation of her slick hole taking him in greedily. She could feel the pressure of Daxys' member sliding in her other hole. She turned her head and took Daxys' mouth with hers, pulling power from him, sealing the bond. With a flash of light that rippled away from them like a stone dropped in a pool the magic broke outward and then sucked back in, breaking against them like a wave. She climaxed then, throatily screaming and bucking her pleasure so intense she could not see or hear. She could only feel the rush of both men as the released, hot seed shooting into her most intimate places, claiming her as their own.

Her head was filled with so much, each thought belonging not only to her but also to Micah and Daxys. Daxys fell back, she slid from his lap and into Micah who caught her in his shaky arms and they laid slack on the steps half in the water. "Ugh." She moaned and tried to move, not able to find a way to work her body, so she decided to stay. She felt it then, the bond. She and Daxys had already had a bond so she knew what to look for, but with Micah, it was slightly different. Not just a link of mind but also his body. She could feel his power, where it sat, and how it was shaped. He would be good with elemental magic, she knew now. She could even call on it if she desired but that would be more of a violation than anything they did here.

"I feel like I have a thunderstorm in my head." Micah drawled.

"It will calm in a while. Your body has to get used to the magic... We'll get to that." Daxys laughed at her lazy drawl and she smacked his leg. "It is your own fault for wearing me out."

He sat up kiss her gently. "I share the blame this time." He answered and petted her hair. A nagging feeling hit her but it was Micah's anxiety. He had managed to sit up and moved to his clothes. He silently pulled them back on and with one look at them, he left the room. She went to stand but wobbled. "No... Let him go think. He is in danger for the present..."