Ana felt her cellphone vibrate, sending a jolt through the mattress that snapped her eyes open.
She slapped blindly at the screen to silence the alarm, the glow briefly illuminating the dim bedroom before plunging it back into shadow.
She'd set it early on purpose, as she wanted to slip out of bed before Nolan stirred, to surprise him with a breakfast, or maybe crawl under the sheets and wake him with a morning blowjob.
The thought alone sent a lazy spark through her core, but her body rebelled. A dull hammer pounded behind her temples; every muscle felt wrung out and rehung to dry.
They'd gone hard last night, hard enough that the sheets still smelled of sweat and sex, hard enough that her thighs trembled when she tried to move.
Nolan lay sprawled, one arm draped across the empty half of the bed where Emily had been. His other arm was wrapped around Ana.
She moved carefully, slipping out from under his arm and crawling out of bed without waking him.
Ana stood, knees wobbling for a heartbeat before locking into place. But she was used to this kind of soreness; it was the price of a night worth remembering.
The en-suite bathroom was only six silent steps away. She ghosted across the floor, avoiding making any noise.
Finally at her destination, the mirror showed a woman who looked thoroughly fucked: hair a wild halo, faint red marks blooming along her collarbone, lips swollen.
She grinned despite the ache, then cleaned her face and brushed her teeth
Then Ana grabbed a random oversized T-shirt, just something to avoid walking around naked, and quietly left her room.
She wandered slowly through the vast mansion, intending to head to the kitchen. But as she turned the corner, she stopped in her tracks. There, standing in the middle of the Persian rug, was Emily.
Ana's best friend was mid-squat, earbuds in, ponytail whipping like a metronome with each slow, deliberate drop.
Black sports bra, soaked at the edges, high-waisted leggings the color of midnight oil, clinging to her like a second skin.
At each movement, her huge ass stretched her leggings to the absolute limit, the thin fabric clinging desperately to every lush curve. With each sensual sway of her hips, the material strained and shifted, outlining the perfect swell of her cheeks.
A faint sheen of sweat traced the curve where thigh met glute, catching the morning light in liquid streaks.
Ana's pulse kicked hard. If Nolan walked in right now he'd lose his cool.
She could picture it: one look at that perfect, jiggling target, and he'd stalk across the rug, fist her ponytail, shove her chest-down over the ottoman. Rip the leggings down in a single savage yank, the elastic snapping against her hips. He'd spread her, sink in to the hilt, and fuck her until the marble echoed with wet slaps and broken moans.
Emily rose smoothly and turned to Ana. "Morning!"
She approached, tilting her head to the right and looking at her blond friend from top to bottom.
"Are you good? You're staring like I grew a second head."
"I was just imagining how Nolan would fuck yout horny ass," Ana smiled pervertedly, her hardening nipples pressing against her shirt visibly.
"What are you saying?" Emily put her hand to her own backside in a defensive gesture. "There's no way that monster could fit in here."
"That's what we're going to find out, hehe..." Ana smiled. "More importantly, why are you doing squats?"
"You're right, I need to tell you something!" Emily moved closer to her friend, grabbing her hands as her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Her every movement, always overly animated, made her beautiful breasts bounce sensually.
"You were right, sex is wonderful!" Emily exclaimed.
Ana grinned mischievously, pleased to hear that conclusion, but her friend's next words truly caught her off guard.
"It's the perfect workout," Emily explained. "I woke up with every muscle aching, especially my legs. Do you also feel that pleasant soreness, like after a great training session?"
Ana brought a hand to her forehead, dumbfounded. She knew Emily was an odd one, but still…
"And here I thought I was the crazy masochist," she muttered under her breath. Emily, however, didn't seem to understand what she meant.
"Anyway, I woke up so energized that I decided to train a bit more. Yesterday was a wonderful warm-up!"
"You're not tired?" Ana asked, even more surprised.
"Well, I did wake up a little tired, so I had to take it easy on my morning run, only ten kilometers today," she said cheerfully. "But after my morning shower, I felt as good as new."
Ana blinked in disbelief, then gave up trying to make sense of it.
"When do you think we can do it again?" Emily asked, smiling brightly.
"Well… that depends on when the master wants to use you again," Ana replied with equal enthusiasm.
"Right!" Emily suddenly exclaimed, as if something had just occurred to her. "That's the part I don't get, how can you call someone weaker than you a master?"
Emily had learned a simple rule from her mother: the strongest people deserve to lead, no matter the situation.
Neither Ana nor Ange agreed with that view. Still, in this case, Ana didn't even need to argue.
"Actually, he is stronger than you," Ana pointed out.
"What…? That's impossible, he's a man," Emily said, genuinely confused, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"He's a special case, for some reason…" Ana admitted hesitantly. She herself didn't quite understand how he had powers, but she could feel that he could block the mana flow of others.
"He can do something like this," Ana said as her eyes glowed, and for five seconds, she blocked her friend's magic. "I can only hold it for a short time."
Emily's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "I didn't know there was any ability you couldn't copy."
Indeed, if Nolan could block her magic, then he was probably stronger than she was. Emily thought for a few moments, wondering if there might still be a way to defeat him.
"Do you think he'd agree to a sparring match with me?" she finally asked, her voice filled with excitement.
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