Marlow King had a secret.
He needed to get off at least once a day.
Sometimes twice.
Sometimes more.
Sometimes it got embarrassing.
He couldn’t help it! He’d had an overactive s*x drive ever since he hit puberty and came into his abilities as a Storm Mage.
Everyone had some magical affinity but, for most people, it was minor. Powerful Mages were rare; Storm Mages even more so. Magic was everyday function more than grand, explosive spells all the time.
Being a Storm Mage was different and meant that Marlow could control and manifest every element that made up the known universe: water, fire, earth, wind, shadow, and light. But that same power running through his veins meant an increased metabolism, which included the most unnecessarily non-existent refractory period ever created.
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