"Talon?" I breathed hesitantly, hoping that his name or my voice would bring a response. But nothing happened; he just hovered a scant inch from the s...pell keeping him imprisoned and let his gaze bore into mine. Trying the link we shared, I found the presence on behind the barrier different, changed. I could tell that the being on the other side was technically the same, but the mind was vastly different. It was as if someone had forced upon him the mindset of a storyline denizen of evil. It. Her hand was still locked around his cock as she winked and extended one leg up in an impossible-seeming split to rest on the doorframe. Her wings tucked behind her, supporting her against the far side of the doorway. Pulling gently, she guided his cock toward her invisible pussy. She slid the head along the smooth, slick inside of her lips, teasing her clit with the tip of him. He could feel her shudder slightly as a brief grin crossed over her face, and she guided him inside. At least the bed is comfortable. The bed. As I try to focus my fleeting thoughts I lay back down into the buttery soft sheets. This room, this bed was supposed to get us some carnal action for the night. I wonder where my friends are? Three young men sat at a bar taking shots as the nightclub slowly fills up. The bartenders are exceptionally beautiful. I think I may have tried to get one of their numbers. Three young women join us for a round of shots then we walk over to the dance floor. All. “Not sex,” Natasha said. She walked up and hugged Hafnan from behind. “You look amazing. I like your hair like this.”Natasha flicked Hafnan’s dark bangs.“He’s going to like your costume more,” Hafnan said. “Everyone else will have properly matching costumes.”“What about Owen?” Natasha asked, setting her chin on Hafnan’s shoulder. “He’s going to be dressed as Julius Caesar. Matches you pretty well, I’d think.”“He does,” Hafnan said. “Is that why you did this? So I could have my time with.