Wild delights from two superb beauties

Lilith had warned him about this. Shutting his eyes tight, he muttered to himself. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening…" James repeated over and over. But when he opened his eyes again, the same stark reality Redheads confronted him. He'd killed a girl. His stomach lurched; he thought he might be sick. He punched the ground in anger, shattering bits of the tile floor with his casting magically-empowered strength. His disgust and frustration quickly turned to agony though, as a familiar pain throbbed in his skull. Groaning and clutching his aching head, James doubled over. "No!" he shouted in his head. "No more!" James tried to fight back, tried to resist the painful onslaught as his powers lashed out against him. But he feared he was too weak, that he was too far gone already. His red eyes and horns were evidence enough authentic that he wasn't stronger than the magic he contained, that he wasn't in control anymore. Wracked amateur with pain, James fell to the floor in the fetal position. "Why?" he asked himself as the pain grew. "Why did things have to end up like this?" This certainly wasn't how he imagined he would die. He gasped as the tortuous pain spiked again. He was being torn apart by his reality own magic, killed by his own power. A few days ago, James would have been able to suppress this amount of energy with no trouble, but now it was devouring him. He recalled what Lilith had said about her past agents, how they had died: "consumed by their own lust and destroyed by their own magic." She had thought him better… thought him special… But she was wrong, James would die the same way as those who came before him had. His vision began to fade; the pain was too much. He was losing consciousness. THUD "NO!" James roared internally. "Goddamnit, no!" His hands casting were authentic rough, but gentle. I quietly sneak down the hallway to the bathroom door. It’s hard when you grow up with someone you’ve known as Anthony and all of a sudden their name is now Keira it’s hard to make the change in your mind,” Jeremy admits. As soon as the tip was freed from between her lips Lena’s head fell forward, both her hands moving to the tiled floor beneath her to support her, the reality water running past her splayed fingers in little rivulets as it made for the drain. As we walked he told me that I was going to get a ‘right good fucking’ that evening and that I’d be Redheads left knackered and sore after it. As we walked in the waiters were eyeing us up. My hips pull back and thrust forward again. These are my lads." He had made it amateur so the surgeon had performed a miracle to save her. “I know that, and so does the Colonel. Or maybe I was biased?