Chapter 3For several hours, Vita Omnia rested in her mortal’s muscular arms, savoring the feel of his soft skin against hers, the tickle of his chest hair against her cheek, the way his flaccid magiwand nestled in her pubic triangle as he slumbered. His musky scent engulfed her—a sexy combination of maleness, perspiration, and pluneria, the rich scented oil in which her Vessels daily bathed. Bron D’Extrian had made love to her three additional times that afternoon. His c**k had stayed almost rock-hard the entire session—quite a feat for a mere mortal—and the amount of magical energy now surging through her veins kept her wide awake.
She lifted her head and turned toward the wall of windows. The sinking sun cast the room in deep amber and momentarily blinded her.
“Ci donu sétu,” she whisp
