As Morgan and Aruther waved their hands, the shimmering light of magic enveloped everyone, warping them away to their respective rooms. When the glow faded, Morgan found herself standing in her chamber, but she was not alone—Phloria was there with her. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, an electric current that neither of them could ignore any longer.
Phloria hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does this mean...?"
Morgan stepped closer to her, her gaze locked onto Phloria's with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "Yes," she murmured. "I love you—not as a friend, but as a woman."
The confession hung between them for a heartbeat before Morgan closed the remaining distance, pressing her lips to Phloria's. The kiss was hesitant at first, testing, but as Phloria responded, wrapping her arms around Morgan's neck, it deepened. Her fingers tangled in Morgan's hair, nails scraping lightly against her scalp as she pulled her flush against her.
Morgan's hands traced down the curve of Phloria's back, settling on her waist before sliding lower to cup her ass. With a swift motion, she lifted her, and Phloria instinctively wrapped her legs around Morgan's waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. The feel of her, the warmth radiating from her skin, sent heat surging through Morgan's veins.
Phloria broke the kiss just long enough to pull Morgan's shirt over her head, tossing it aside before stripping off her own top. The sight of her bare skin beneath the dim candlelight made Morgan's breath hitch. She trailed her hands over Phloria's shoulders, down her sides, and across the smooth plane of her stomach, memorizing every inch of her with her touch.
As Morgan carried Phloria to the bed, she gently laid her down, her lips never leaving hers. Phloria's hands roamed over Morgan's body, savoring the sensation of her warmth and strength. When they finally parted for breath, Phloria looked up at her, eyes dark with desire.
"Touch me," she whispered, her voice a mix of anticipation and need.
Morgan didn't hesitate. She kissed her way down Phloria's body, taking her time to savor the soft gasps and moans that escaped her lips. Her mouth found Phloria's breasts, and she suckled at the soft peaks, eliciting a shudder from her as her fingers tightened in Morgan's hair. She continued her descent, tracing a path over Phloria's stomach before settling between her thighs.
The first touch of Morgan's tongue sent a sharp gasp from Phloria's lips, her back arching off the bed. Morgan moved slowly, teasing her, drinking in every sound of pleasure she gave. She could feel the way Phloria's body trembled beneath her, the way she clutched at the sheets, the way her thighs tightened around her. She licked and sucked, tasting her, relishing the way she writhed beneath her touch.
"Morgan..." Phloria moaned, her voice breathless, needy.
She tugged at Morgan, pulling her up, guiding her with eager hands. As Morgan shifted over her, Phloria pressed her lips to Morgan's neck, then lower, trailing kisses down her body. Her lips found Morgan's breasts, her tongue flicking over sensitive skin, making Morgan shudder as pleasure coursed through her.
Phloria's hands roamed further down, teasing and exploring, igniting a fire deep within Morgan. "I want you," she whispered, voice thick with longing. "Please."
Morgan met her gaze, searching her face for any hesitation. Finding none, she pressed herself against Phloria, their bodies molding together in perfect harmony. She guided her fingers between them, moving with deliberate tenderness, watching as Phloria's expression melted into pure bliss.
Phloria gasped at the sensation, her hips rising instinctively to meet Morgan's touch. Their rhythm was slow at first, uncharted yet instinctual, each movement drawing them deeper into their shared passion. Phloria moaned louder, her hands gripping Morgan's shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
"More," Phloria panted. "Don't stop."
Morgan obeyed, her movements intensifying as their breathing grew ragged, their bodies trembling against each other. Every moan, every touch, every kiss built them toward an inevitable climax. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy, their gasps and cries mingling in the dimly lit chamber.
With a final, breathless cry, Phloria's body tensed, shuddering as pleasure overtook her. Morgan followed soon after, her own release tearing through her as she buried her face against Phloria's neck, holding her tightly as they both came down from their high.
They lay there for a moment, their breathing ragged, their limbs tangled together. Morgan brushed a strand of hair from Phloria's face, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. She sighed, content, pressing herself closer to Morgan.
"I love you," she whispered.
Morgan smiled, her arms tightening around Phloria. "And I love you."
The world outside their room faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of each other's embrace.