The brunette was enticing, to say the least. She was forward too. Blunt. Without any ceremony she had taken him out of the confines of his running pants, pushed him into her mouth and made him feel the promise of what those full lips could do. It had lasted only seconds perhaps. But the warm wet welcome he received had him aching for more. But. He had to remind himself to the importance of his mission. To the object. That was primarily in the hands of her roommate. Her kisses and touches had spurred him on too. When he left the brunette on the ground like that and basically just stepped over her, after that volley of spit in her mouth, the intention was just that. To challenge her.<br/><br/>Amber had looked so shocked when he had made that move. But Sera surely hadn’t. It gave her the inkling that she would get what she’d want. A rough playmate. Soon enough though he was leaning on the strawberry blonde as they hobbled away from that park bench. His right hand on her hip, end of the palm on her ass. He hopped a bit each time he had to put pressure on that ankle. He dragged her closer as the distance between them and Sera grew.<br/><br/><i>I don’t want to share you</i>. He had to swallow. That mouth. But she went on, boldly telling him what she wanted. Not in the dirty language her roommate would probably have used. As she spoke, he was trying to think. The artifact. That was the most important thing. A flash of remembrance of the deserts of Egypt. Then suddenly, he closed his eyes to send out another quick spell. The spell he had overloaded the area with for so many times already. The artifact didn’t matter. He didn’t care. He was throbbing. He was so hard. He needed relief.<br/><br/>He stopped her in her tracks, just after she pointed out the vehicle. Left hand coming up to make her look at him. He pushed his lips to hers, another kiss. His tongue invading her mouth, forcefully, dominantly. His eyes closing slightly as his right hand gave a slight swat at her ass. A teasing matter, not meant to inflict pain. When his lips pulled back, he pushed his forehead against her forehead, eyes closed. “Thank you for rescuing me… now take me home and fuck me?” he was probably just as blunt or audacious as her roommate. “But honestly Amber… have you never looked at Seras lips with the thought they needed to be kissed? They’re just as soft as yours…” pushing his lips against hers in a gentle peck, no open mouth, before he moved along the track again, towards the car.<br/><br/>All that said to plant a seed. But now, he left her standing on the path too. Hopping along, what sounded like a muttered curse of pain, was actually another mouthed spell. What the hell was he doing? Losing control most like. Normally one would be enough to make a partner pliant. Two would create a lioness, this… this was just insane. He needed to stop it. When he was near the car, his hands settled on the roof of it as he bend forward slightly, one foot in the air, the bad one, this time cursing honestly. “Fuck… fuck… fuck….” In that accent of his.<br/><br/>He knew why he was overloading them with spells, partly because he needed the relief himself by now, but also to keep their minds flooded with lust, so they wouldn’t start wondering why they were so damn needy themselves. Perhaps somehow, they’d see it as a streak of nature. He muttered another spell in that ancient language, a whisper hidden under a whimper, to lessen the pain in that ankle of his. The swelling would be slightly less too. Not enough to take it all away, but at least enough to give him some more mobility.