The only thing that existed was the relentless rhythm of Lothair's hips slamming into mine from behind, the thick heat of her spell-forged cock grinding deep inside me, and the endless battle to stay conscious.
My wrists were still locked in the handcuffs above my head, the blindfold spell turning everything into a void of sensation.
Every thrust still sent a wave of pleasure so sharp it threatened to drag me under again. I had blacked out more times than I could count, only to wake up mid-orgasm with her still buried to the hilt.
But right now—right now—I had managed five straight minutes without slipping away. A new personal record.
My lungs burned, my thighs trembled, and my whole body felt like it was melting from the inside out, yet I stayed awake.
My enhanced stamina was the only reason I hadn't completely collapsed for who knows how long.
Even though Lothair had stopped bothering with recovery spells, my body just kept rebounding on its own.
