Serene gasped as a warmth spread through her thighs. The voices around her vanished into silence. She looked out into the ballroom, seeing colours whirl into one as her eyes struggled to focus. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned to Brak, but he was glancing away from her, speaking with Ritan.
Serene's cheeks flushed. She looked to her other side, but no-one was paying attention to her.
Good.
She looked to Brak's hand which was resting on the table. His fingers turned around his wine glass, the movements all too familiar with those between her legs.
It's him, I know it is...
A gasp almost escaped her lips as she felt something enter her, her legs parting in longing. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the chair, trying desperately to control her breathing.
The chair screeched as she stood up. All eyes turned to her as she struggled to keep her composure. She clamped her legs together trapping the invisible force inside her and stopping its thrusting movements.
"Forgive me," she said. "I need some air. Please, excuse me."
Serene ran from the hall until she reached the empty garden. She moaned aloud, hanging onto a pillar for support as she felt the magic circle her clit. Her thighs were wet with her pleasure as her juices slid down her leg.
"What is this?" She asked aloud.
I have to hide, to see what's down there.
She glanced frantically around the gardens until her eyes settled upon the maze.
Perhaps no-one will be there?
She sprinted towards the bushes and ran in any direction until she reached a dead end with an alcove and a seat. Tucked away. Vacant.
She dropped onto the seat, her knees shaking. She touched her chest as a light spatter of sweat sparkled against her skin. Her heart pounded.
Hastily, she lifted her skirt to reveal a red glow.
A fire was between her legs. Dancing and curling inside and around her. Pleasuring her.
Serene tilted her head back in exasperation.
It has to be him.
"You made quite an exit," Brak stated.