With a squeeze of his thighs, he rose and feel. He groaned as John moved in him. Midnight was heady and a little dizzy. As he was slow to fuck, he spit on two fingers of each hand. He drew down the power of his lust and with a few choice words, he placed one finger against John's chest. If he did the spell right, where his finger touched, a whip's lash struck - or felt like it. All the pain, none of the scars; Midnight would be pleased.