She was so tight. Coiling up even more with each jam of his fingers. Like that button inside made it actively so. And Seras lips. He already knew them. The moan he gave into her mouth was part her friends doing, but also part reminiscence of those lips and that piercing, the way those plushy tiers shoved along the rugged skin of his cock. Then it all suddenly crashed to a halt. She was shouting something, dragging on his wrist just as he pushed deep. She had been so damn close, he could sense it.<br/><br/>His fingers were dragged out. As she didn't put too much pressure on him afterwards, those fingers of his teased her clit, soft and slow rubbing of wet pads. His mind formed another spell, the fingers being the focused delivery. No longer flooding the whole area with it. But. Free will. That was always the problem. Even with magic. Even with a conjurer as powerful as he. Sera passed him, struggled herself out and then started dragging on the man. His fingers landed a slap on Ambers clit. "Come." He spoke to her. The slap a wicked thing, not harsh and rough, meant to give a different sensation than the rubbing.<br/><br/>He was dragged out by her roommate. A grunt when his foot was banged. A wince when he put weight on it. As they passed the front of the car, he looked at Amber. His fingers were in his mouth, sucking off her juices. She could see him moan more then hear it. Eyes closing as if he was tasting a delicious dessert. But then, suddenly his eyes opened. His head jerked his gaze away from the strawberry blonde. He was looking at the house as his movement stopped. No matter what Sera did at that moment to pull him. A sudden breeze ran through her hair, where it had been windstill that morning.<br/><br/>That breeze came out of nowhere, picking up force. And it seemed as his their house was the eye of the storm. He could feel it. So powerful. His free hand settled on Seras shoulder. He spoke to her. There was a canny subtone to it. For any outsider his voice would sound normal, but to Sera the words would settle in even the hardest to reach corners of her brain. "Get your roommate.". The power was overwhelming. He could feel it beckoning him. Like a beacon. He had changed since he last had it. Had grown into this.<br/><br/>Though his cock was throbbing. Was nearly bursting out of the confines of his clothes. That mattered not now. His bad foot still made him limp slightly. He walked past Sera. To the front door. His hand on the doorknob. The slight glow of the lock blocked by his body. The click of it gaining him access. A pleasurable feeling as he passed the threshold. They would be reunited. He would be Seths reincarnation. He would meet his true purpose, laid out for him in the desert those thousands of years ago. The eyes of the women, if on him, might see him grow. In power, in charisma, perhaps even a few centimeters of height, or that muscled physique gaining more strength too. At the same time he flooded the area again with that spell he had abused to get their attention.<br/><br/>He stood in the middle of the living room, raised his right hand. Spoke his voice rough. Hard. Powerful. تعالى لي (taealaa li: and of course Arabic is written right to left). Wherever it was. The bracelet appeared in his right hand. He didn't waste time. Slipping it with his left onto his right wrist. The bracelet locked down. Tightened. And settled. The man turned. Straightened. He beckoned them. Where he had needed spells before, now those powers radiated on a constant basis. The reincarnation of Seth. The sun god. The all.<br/><br/>His brain was flooded by images, by knowledge, by emotions. Centuries passed before the eye of his mind. But. In the here and now, his body demanded attention. The input of a god could not do away with the amount of magic he had used to gain entry here. He was still as he was in the car. Throbbing, needy. Perhaps he'd choose. Probably he would try to tutor Amber in power. Her will power so damn strong that she could learn, at least the simplest of spells. Sera. Sera was something else. A human. A slave. He could sense the approval of The All. For her body, for her need, for her primal lust. They would, should be vessels of him. Something he would have never have imagined even minutes ago.