The softness of her skin, that was something that kept coming back to him. When he had pushed that strand of hair from her face, behind her ear, the pads of his index and middle finger had pushed against the bare neck, just behind and below her earlobe. That skin was so damn soft and gentle. He knew his own spells were having a backlash effect on him. He had to watch out, else he’d be humping a treestump within a couple of minutes if she wasn’t game. He could feel his own sexual frustration building and peaking. Especially with her being so close to him. He could feel like he was going to burst, to explode. Damn, his cock was surely hard enough for it. It felt like the pumped blood had heightened the pressure to such an extent that his skin would break.<br/><br/>He could see she was giving it her best to keep those feelings bottled up inside, to not make any advances. It would just need a little push. It nearly made him grin. He hid that by moving his foot a little too roughly, so the jolt of pain brought him back to reality and gave him a bit of opportunity to push back the tidal wave of dirty thoughts that rose in his mind. That worked, at least for a short moment. Something he had to remember. Perhaps he would need more pain to keep his mind of that track. Especially if he would do, what he was planning, which was to flood Sera with the same sort of spells.<br/><br/>That first flare of his power that went for the brunette had an effect immediately. He had too little concentration to fully grasp the response from her, which he normally could do even though she was still out of sight. A cry came from afar, shouting for the name of his new found companion. He looked at Amber again, who was pacing like a caged lion close to a piece of meat. Which was probably exactly how she was feeling. For a minute he thought she would drool. That thought nearly made him laugh, before the image of her doing just that as she tried to push her lips down more of those inches slammed through his mind powerfully. Daaaaaamn.<br/><br/>As soon as Amber left the clearing and headed out towards her friend, the words formed on his lips. Audible spellcasting this time, with both of them too preoccupied or too far away to let them hear. His short sentence involved the words libido (lust in Latin), Amor (love in Latin), Stamina (is actually a Latin work). Together with strange sounds, as in ancient Egyptian there were no vowels. Making a vocal spell meant less of a backlash, thank heavens. But with his own inbalanced state, the spell was actually given more power than he had planned. Slamming both girls with another bout of magic. Just as they were acting like butchers watching a fine piece of meat. It should have been directed at Sera mostly, but he ended up flooding the area with the spell instead of making sure it went straight at her. He wouldn’t be surprised of there was going to be an uptick in local animal population, from insect to small rodents in the coming months.<br/><br/>He watched the brunette when she strutted over. Where Amber seemed sweet, she was more of a tough cookie. The girls complemented each other, that much was obvious. Where Amber was the girl you’d fall in love with, spend hours making love, Sera seemed more like a girl to fuck. Though probably, appearances said nothing. When the brunette spoke to him, he flashed her a grin. “A train wreck?” he was going to wreck something soon… if not Ambers lovely hourglass figure than at least his boxers. “I’d probably judge her more as a guardian angel.” His grin widening slightly. “And you are the fallen one then?”.<br/><br/>He took the icepack from her fingers. His skin touching hers as he took the pack. That would mean a transfer of the last remnants of his last spell. He cracked the chip and shook it, as the whiteness began to spread through the former transparent fluid in in the pack. He was shaking it, then held it in his fingers, held it out to her, but as she started her work on the wound, he settled it on the bench next to him. He couldn’t bend over to put it on his ankle right now, as she was between his legs.<br/><br/>When Amber leaned over him he could feel that heavy chest pressing against his shoulder. He nearly groaned. Sera might notice the slight jerk the thick bulge gave. It was not something he could hide anymore. One hand up to take over the bottle of Amber. Slipping his fingers over hers, so she couldn’t really release the bottle. The other hand was hovering in the air, a little to the side and front of Seras head. The next push of cottoned alcohol made his body jerk up slightly. That meant his face buried itself in Ambers neck. Lips pressing against her neck at the same spot his finger pads had been before. “Ah..” as his other hand slipped forward into the dark hair that was free. Another sting made him tug on her head ever so slightly with his fingers, as if he was beckoning her to move further forward. The wound started bleeding again, perhaps a little deeper than first thought. That second sting made him open his lips slightly. “Fuck!” he cursed. His head retreating just a bit from Ambers neck, but his breath still over that same sensitive spot.<br/><br/>Sera got herself a view of that muscled physique from below. With each of the two jolts the ab muscles tightened and that chest expanded as he pulled in more air. Amber got the view of her friend on her knees in front of him. Perhaps a good view of her friends cleavage too.