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have sex with me right there in the workshop. She probably would have invited Gertrude to join, and to hell with what we’d do to her once her hips had both been dislocated.

“You’re sure?” I asked the Inscriber.

“Get in there with the Chaosbane girl,” the old woman griped. “Before I pin you down and test it myself! I’ll get someone to come and tidy the place up before I turn in, don’t you worry.”

“All right, then,” I said.

Leah and I moved to the back of the room, leaving Gertrude and Mallory sitting in the workshop.

Leah kicked the door closed behind us with a casual backward boot.

I scanned the room we were in, feeling suddenly a little awkward. I mean, I was down like James Brown to fuck Leah, just name the time and the place. Using some purple-haired old love’s bedroom though, who I had only met a couple of hours before… Well, I could think of sexier places to do the horizontal bop. It smelled like tea, biscuits, and lavender in there.

I opened my mouth to point this out to Leah, but Leah curtailed any objections by sticking her tongue down my throat. Her hands moved automatically, intimately, down my stomach and stopped when they got to the bulge in my pants. My penis was ready to rock and roll.

“Whoa, what were you thinking about back in the office, honeysuckle?” Leah breathed into my face, pulling away from me a little so her lips brushed mine when she spoke.

Privately, I was kind of surprised about Justin junior’s almost telepathic knowledge of what was going to go down. It was quite literally like having a dick that had a separate brain.

“Creation Mage has got to be ready to fuck at a moment’s notice,” I said. “With great power comes—”

“Great responsibility, right?” Leah growled, unbuttoning her high-waisted trousers so that they slid down around her ankles and she was left standing bare-assed in the middle of Gertrude’s bedchamber.

“I was going to say: With great powers comes great strain on the lower back,” I said.

Leah chuckled throatily while she fumbled with my belt. “This damn thing.”

All the clothing I was currently wearing, bar my boots, had been constructed by Igor’s magical morphing cloak, exactly as I had pictured them in my head when I had got dressed that morning.

“Allow me,” I said, and willed the cloak to revert back to its original, singular form.

I was left standing completely naked except for my boots and the cloak fastened at my throat.

Leah raised an eyebrow at me. “I simply love that look,” she smirked at me. “I can see that taking the capital by storm.”

“Shut up,” I smiled back, kicking off my boots and reaching up to untie the cloak from my throat.

Mimicking my actions slightly, Leah reached up and unbound her hair out of the bunches she had tied them into. She shook the spray of mad pink locks out and it cascaded over her shoulders. Then she peeled her baby blue sweater over her head, with all the grace and poise of someone who has downed a bottle of wine, then tossed it to the floor.

I ran my eyes eagerly over her lithe frame, while she checked me out too.

Her pale body gleamed like ivory in the soft light coming through the slitted turret windows of the small bedchamber. To my lust-filled eyes, she looked as fine and fuckable as any woman I had ever seen.

My gaze moved from the mane of wild pink hair that surrounded her dark, roguish eyes down to her small, pert tits with their perfect pink nipples. Southward, her stomach was all flat perfection—not muscular and defined like Janet Thunderstones, but toned and without a spare ounce of fat. Her long torso drew my eye irresistibly downward to the glistening pink slit of her sex.

Like me, Leah looked ready to go.

The door opened, and Mallory Entwistle stepped into the room. Her composure did not slip one iota when she saw the state of undress that we were both in. The only reaction she made was to smile broadly at us. She pressed her back to the door of the bedchamber and bit her lip.

“I understand that this is a test and that there is only one slot that can be filled in your spellbook, Justin,” she said. “But if it is not too much inconvenience, perhaps I might stay and watch? I’ve a feeling that Gertrude is going to nod off in a matter of minutes and this would prove a more invigorating way to pass the time.”

I didn’t feel weirded out at all at the thought of being watched. On the contrary, I found the idea of a chick as hot and proper as Mallory Entwistle watching Leah and I fuck each other’s brains out quite the turn on. It’d be a thrill, like performing in front of a crowd at the Mage Games. Only much more intimate.

“Sure,” I said, grinning at her and winking. “Take a seat and enjoy the show, priestess.”

Mallory slipped into a small chair by a cluttered desk. Slowly, she pulled the hem of her gown up and began to tickle herself through her panties.

“Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

“Right, then,” I said, turning my attention back to Leah, “where were we?”

“Ladies first,” Leah said, after we had ogled one another for a few seconds more.

The room was tight, with barely enough room in it to swing a cat—though why anyone felt like they needed to swing cats around to measure how big a space was had always been beyond me. It was made all the tighter by the addition of Mallory.

Leah slid down so that her back was pressed to the one wall not lined with scroll-stuffed shelves. She tilted her head

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