Exton

Ramji steers Laila to the family table. Much as he was enjoying the effect of the energy on himself and Laila, he had a few questions. So did the other Riders, but as Keon wasn't there, it fell to him to investigate. His normally grim expression has an intensity that nearly smolders. People take one glance and move out of his way.

Ob and Pandora look up as Ramji drops into a chair pulling Laila into his lap. She squirms, making him swallow hard. He tries twice to talk, but only ends up licking his lips. Pandora hides a smile and leans across Ob to lay a hand on Ramji's arm. The Rider jerks as if electrified. Laila sighs softly as she rubs against him.

Pandora searches Ramji's face, then yelps and swats Ob as he squeezes her breast playfully. "Stop that."

She laughs as he ignores her and kneads gently. Pandora captures his hand, Holding it still and turns her attention to the Rider.

"Ramji? What is wrong?"

The Croatian swallows, wrapping an arm around Laila's waist, trying to hold her still. She laughs and wiggles. "*Dragi janjetina... Please... stop! I need to think straight."

Laila leans back in his arms. "Thinking isn't what I had in mind."

The man groans softly. "Later Draji... I promise... later..."

He looks back at Ob and Pandora and tries to gather his thoughts again. "I need to know something. Keon isn't here to explain, and there are many of us here that felt the wave. But there are others that didn't. What was it? And what the hell is raising the... lust, love, passion... whatever you call it, level?"

Ob settles back, draping his arm around his wife as she snuggles against him. "The wave... that's a little hard to explain, but I'll try."

He pauses, letting out a slow breath. "That was Tannr and Tori. It wasn't exactly a mating, although that isn't far off. It was more of a merging, a... surge of magic that comes from opening one magically touched soul to another. You do know my Nestkin isn't all Gar? There is Witch blood in her history. She can channel and use magic. We aren't sure if Ike can. There is the difference... using magic."

Laila cocks her head. Her hair brushes along Ramji's cheek and he closes his eyes, breathing in her scent. "So... it was a backlash?"

Ob nods. "Si. That is the best analogy."

"And the... energy... that is flooding the place? It isn't just the magic wielders feeling it."

Ob grins. "That is the Wards."

All three stare at him. Ob gives a Gallic shrug and a wry grin. "When the Wards were set, the spell was channeled through my sibs and myself. The Wards that protect here, also absorb energy from the people here. Those of us tuned to magic can feel the differences and work to modify negative energy. But this is where it gets... knotted..."

He runs a hand through his multi-hued mane. Pandora frowns. "Knotted?"

"Okay.. maybe not knotted. Snarled? ^El hecho es, um... when the wave hit the wards, it bounced through them like a ping pong ball. So... the acceptance in the wave mellowed the more violent natures, turning hungers for violence into hungers for passion. Maybe hungers isn't the right word... but you get my point?"

Ramji nods slowly. "I think so... People like my fellow Riders, the predator Were's... We are more intensely passionate, accept the darker natures in ourselves, so our lust is more?" At Ob's nod, Ramji sighs. "What about those more... less prone to violence."

Ob kisses the side of Pandora's neck. "They become more accepting, more willing to be playful." His hand slides along his wife's arm, He watches her shudder, pale eyes riveting to the twin peaks of her nipples through her lightweight top. A soft growl rumbles and he tries to pull himself back in check. "They are more willing to experiment, less inhibited."

Laila turns, straddling Ramji's lap. She grinds against him, reaching between them to pull his t-shirt from his pants. He captures her hands a moment too late. Her nimble fingers have already undone his belt and pants.

Ob grins at the expression on Ramji's face. "Go with it amigo. Enjoy the ride. I don't think the energy will last past morning."

He kisses Pandora, murmuring in her ear. She straddles his lap as he opens his pants. With a moan she lowers herself on his lap. Laila lifts herself to take what she wants. Ramji shudders at the feel of her sinking him deep in her wetness. He looks around, trying to figure if anyone could see them.

Pandora groans, and laughs at Ramji's worried expression. "Look around Ramji. Someone lowered the lights again. No one will see. Besides... Laila, are you doing anything you don't want to?"

Ramji cups Laila's face. She strokes a finger over the tattoo on his cheek. "I want this. Here and now." She grins at him, batting her eyes. "And more later."

He closes his eyes and rocks his hips, thrusting deep. She shudders and leans close, whispering in Ramji's ear. "Besides, my skirt hides everything. Just don't groan too loud?"

The beat of the music adds to their thrusts When he feels her tighten around him, Ramji kisses her, deeply, claiming her mouth with his, muffling her scream of pleasure. His own groan is a deep rumble as her thrusts deep, exploding into her depths. Laila collapses against him Ramji holds her close, panting. His kisses her ear, whispering softly, "What do we do about the mess?"

Pandora slides a handful of paper napkins across the table. "Slip these in Laila's panties."

When Ramji looks at her, Pandora smiles. "Trust me. It saves a lot of questions."


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