“The best way to give another magic is, of course, through the feat of the wand. It’s quick and very effective. You got merely a taste the first time.” Holzy drawled out the word “taste” with lascivious emphasis. “Now you’ll get the initial infusion and you’ll feel the difference at once. Who wants to go first this time?”
Hanson felt his asshole pucker as a quiver shot through his viscera. He feared he’d feel like a pig on a spit, a very large and brutal spit. In fact, he knew it. He saw Graber had gone stark white.
Glancing back and forth between them, Holzy snorted. “Oh, don’t look so horrified. You’ll be fine, I promise. Here, let me show you. It’ll be amazing.”
Holzy grabbed Hanson by one arm, spun him around, and shoved him onto the bed, face first. Squeezing his eyes shut, Hanson tried to crawl into himself, retreating to a fetal position in his mind, since he could not do so physically. He went cold all over, waiting…