"Of course Mistress." Kyle purred as she opened her awareness of magic to pull at the shadows of their little nook. She pulled them to her free hand, weaving delicate cords of black silk that she looped around Hitmoi's hands to keep them from moving before spinning and to present her eager sex while she bent down to add her tongue and lips to the fingers she was pumping in and out of her Mistress. Instincts and drives long denied were perculating up and she was to besotten to resist.