There was some very unusual magic going on at work here. Brea had been flabbergasted when Marcheron's manhood stiffened so suddenly in her hand. Without false modesty, she knew she was good. But surely she was not<em>that </em>good! When he threw the gem down, she realised that he must have seen something when he touched it, perhaps much of what she had seen earlier. Whatever the case was, he was now alive and throbbing madly in her hand.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure she felt at ease with this new turn of events. But he was leering at her now, and her curiosity towards what he knew about the gem outweighed her natural caution.<br/><br/>Besides, she had often wondered what it would be like if Marcheron could actually get hard. It looked as though she would get a chance to find out. Tugging at the laces of her bodice, she freed her breasts from their constraints, allowing them to spill free. She then kept her smile on as she took hold of his cock and slowly rubbed the throbbing head around her exposed breasts in slow teasing circular motions till his entire length was nestled between her breasts. She could feel it throb like a wild thing.<br/><br/>Keeping her eyes locked on his, she slipped out the tip of her tongue and began to twirl it around his cockhead. He was long enough that she did not have to incline her head much.