She gasped as his cock began to twitch, as the heat of it rose slowly, a thick and full form between her legs... but she didn't stop her teasing rock. He was... growing, still swelling, fitting so perfectly between her swollen lips despite the hinderance of their clothing. And his magic, it pressed against her, vulnerable as her fingers pressed firmly on his chest. He'd grown stronger on the run. His hands were so... big, his body broad and scarred... Some portion of her, tiny and weak, proclaimed that she loved him but even that felt... changed. Possessive. Wicked.