Her own orgasm built against her fingers, her small body curling forward on the bed, toes curling into the wet sheets, her pink pussy clenching around nothing.
Then his hand came up.
His fingers found Sugar's stiff, sensitive left nipple between two knuckles and 'pinched' — not gently, not carefully — 'hard', a brutal rolling twist that sent a white-hot lance of sensation through her entire chest.
"KYAAANGHH~!! N-NO—CRUXIUS—!!"
Sugar's head thrashed sideways. Her nails raked down his shoulders hard enough to draw thin red lines.
And her hand moved.
It was barely conscious — a reflex buried beneath layers of trauma and magic training. The shimmer of a portal began to bloom at her left palm, the silver light flickering to life even through her ruined, overwhelmed state.
'She was trying to run.'
