"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked.My grip was tightening on his neck.He tried to pull my grasp away from him.He couldn't since he was lacking ...xygen."Let.....go.....can't.....breathe...." He said.He just mouthed the last word he said.I let go.I pulled on his hair and bumped his head against the hard part of the couch hard."Shit!" He yelled before running into the kitchen to grab an ice pack.I snapped my head back to Rory and Ry to see fear and shock on their faces.Good. "Any of you. Now I want you to raise your right hand straight up from the couch and hold it in the air. It will feel light as air so let it go and feel it float up.’ There was just the slightest delay before her hand and then the arm began floating up from the couch and didn’t stop until she was reaching straight up. It really did seem to float. Her hand, limp at the wrist seemed to draw her arm up from the couch much as a helium balloon draws the attached ribbon behind it. Her elbow was eventually drawn. Michael pushed his cock in, just a little at first. He took a deep intake of breath as he felt her warm wet mouth touch his cock. He then pushed further into her mouth. Bev probably feeling she was going to have it rammed down her throught took hold of his cock to stop him pushing any further. She was breathing rather fast by this stage and was having trouble getting enough air. Michael’s cock was long and slim, longer than mine I thought as I watched from my vantage point whilst licking Bev’s. She didn’t dare approach him while it was in reach.Instead, she decided to observe him, watching as he cupped some of the clear water in his hands and poured it over his brown hair. His body was so strange, she had never seen one of his kind disrobed before. At least, not while it was still alive. For being able to hit her so hard with that staff, his small frame was only lightly muscled, certainly far less so than any of the males in her village. Could all of that strength have come from magic.