Rob staggered and gasped for breath, silver draining from his eyes and midnight from his hair as the gift of Teldir was withdrawn once more. He stumbled and sank to his hands and knees, breathing hard. “<b>I gue</b>ss we did it?” he managed, voice shaky.<br/><br/>Mist rolled over him as he tried to rise to his feet once more, mist that smelled faintly of rot and rust and apples. He felt shaky and disoriented, even light-headed. Much worse than the usual powerlessness he felt once the Four-Faced Moon no longer shone on him. More like he’d been drinking, or smoking poppies. He swayed as he managed to find his feet, unsure if he could keep his balance.<br/><br/>And then he saw the two witches.<br/><br/>Fuck, but they looked good. His cock hardened as he watched them kiss, hands exploring one another as they pressed together. It was complete madness, of course, making out in an ancient graveyard that had spawned a corpsewight. Complete madness. But that didn’t stop him from carefully placing one foot in front of the other, drawing closer to the duo.<br/><br/>He stumbled a little, finding himself leaning against the redhead’s back and deciding to stay there. He brushed her hair aside, lips tracing the curve of her spine as she devoured the crazy witch, tasting salt sweat and the rust-apple odor that suffused everything. Teeth joined in, raising little red marks on her neck. A hand gripped her hip, then crawled between the two women to fumble at her belt and then stroke against Smith skin as he worked her breeches open.  The other slid along the crazy witch’s arm to tangle in her hair.<br/><br/>“This is fucking insane,” he husked against the redhead’s neck. He moved his hips, letting her feel the bulge of his cock against her rear. “But I’m going to<i>have</i>you.”