I couldn't sit here useless. I had to act. My back muscles flexed and...Right, no wings. I stood on my legs and reached out with my senses. Human witc...es had to bend and force the spirits, chaining them with knowledge. But the primal forces of the universe loved faeries and those with our blood. They surged towards me. Bright orange evocation spirits danced around my hand as I pointed at the shadows.A lance of purple energy fired from me, a conduit through which the evocation spirits hurtled. Charles swallowed hard as he could see a crimson color start to cover the sub's body, evidence that he was indeed being suffocated. His body was beginning to thrash around on the floor but he held steadfast in his coveted position as cushion for the lovely brown bottom that was riding his face.Charles was frozen to that spot. He wanted to look away but Mistress Emmanuelle held him riveted to the floor with just her eyes. She showed the telltale signs of a Mona Lisa-like smile but her control. He sets up the cooking gear on one side of the built-in entry / foyer area for storage while his backpack and bag go on the other side. He also unrolls and sets out the built-in wet-weather fly cover to protect the three feet in front of the entry. Now his camp is set up for the night.Although Smoky thinks the gear should be safe here he sets the tent lock when he closes it up. Slipping the computer bag onto his shoulders he walks over to the back door of the building with the stores. A moment. “I think that was number four – pretty good for one night, stud!” Without doing a mental count I was pretty sure she was right…or at least close enough. “The night’s not over yet.” “Getting cocky now, are we?” “Hey, you know me and morning wood – it seems inevitable.” “But that will be morning, not night. Doesn’t count.” She started to pull away, to let me slip out of her, but I put my hand on her stomach and held her against me, still impaled on my slowly dwindling cock. “It’s all in less than.