Keira grinned, letting a tendril of her magic ease into the plant and draw down to her arms. The tendril brushing feather light across Genevieve's nipple, flicking across the bud like a cool breeze.

"Here?" Keira asked innocently, curling her finger inside Gen and rubbing slowly. She liked this, feeling the way Genevieve was practically frantic beneath her with the need to come. Rolling her tongue against her clit, she savoured the taste of her on her tongue as she fucked her with her fingers a little faster. "Come, I know you want to."