Page 47 of Warrior Witch

Kylen whispered in my ear, “I’m all the way inside. That’s my good boy. Are you ready?”

I nodded, preening at the pet name I’d absolutely deny later. But right now, I just needed him to pound me into next week.

Gripping my hips hard enough I thought they might bruise, Kylen started to fuck me in earnest. Despite his want for quiet in case we were heard, the smacking of our joining echoed in the forest, but neither of us could bring ourselves to care.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised. “Oh, just look at your hole stretched around me, so fucking full of my cock. That’s it. You’re so good, baby.”

His words went straight to my weeping dick, and I whimpered. Fuck, I’d never whimpered before in my life, but this man had an effect on me that defied science. It was pure magic.

He picked up the pace, slamming our hips together at a brutal pace, his cock hitting my prostate dead on every time. I couldn’t even move enough to meet his thrusts. All I could do was let my eyes roll back, moan into my shirt, and take what he gave. And oh boy, was he a giver.

“Are you gonna cum? Look at you, I bet I don’t even need to touch your cock. You’ll cum just by bouncing on my dick, my needy little slut.”

My inner muscles contracted, and my cock jerked violently, painting the tree with long spurts of my cum. Lucky for me, I was held in place by vines, or I would’ve fallen face-first onto my own release. Kylen’s thrusts stuttered as he watched, then quickly followed me, groaning into my ear.

If I hadn’t just come, that sound would’ve gotten me instantly hard.

We stood there for a few minutes, panting against each other, cum running down my leg, until I wiggled my shoulders a little. Still unable to speak, I moaned around my shirt again, hoping he’d take the hint.

“Huh? Oh yeah, shit, sorry.”

The vines around my arms and ankles retracted, and Kylen helped me stand by myself for the first time in way too long. Once I pulled my shirt out of my mouth, I grabbed Kylen’s face for a filthy kiss that was all tongue.

I grinned against his lips. “We’re definitely doing that again.”

We dressed quickly and wobbled back to the motel, satisfied grins plastered across our faces, only to bump into Harlow and Hendrix walking up from the Spells Hollow road. Ranto had briefly introduced him after the exploding ghost thing. Apparently, he was a cool guy, but I’d see about that.

“Oh, hey.” Harlow waved, and my eyes narrowed on her other hand, linked with Hendrix’s.

Welcome to the club, buddy.

“Where’ve you guys been?”

Kylen answered before I could get awkward. “Looking for the big guy’s bike. I’m thinking we just get Lindsay to give it back.”

“You think?”

He looked at me, a smile curling the corner of his mouth. “He’s not going anywhere.”

We headed into the motel only for Lindsay to immediately usher us away from Addie and Ranto. He gently closed the connecting door and turned to us.

“Sorry about that. She finally fell asleep, and I don’t wanna wake her. And obviously Ranto is joining nap time.” He looked us over, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Hm, you two seem extra close.”

“We found some common ground.” I grinned. “I think Harlow and the new guy did, too.”

Lindsay whipped his head around to his bestie, completely forgetting about us. “Another one?”

Harlow shrugged, still not letting go of his hand. “What can I say? Stuff happened. He calls me his treasure.”

“That’s so sweet I’d gag if I still had the reflex.”

Harlow

Considering the death sentence hanging over my head, the next few days passed in relative peace.

I was… happy.

Hendrix, the traitor, ratted me out for my mini freak out, and Kylen proposed we work on some grounding exercises to help when I felt overwhelmed by my power. I wasn’t sure it would help, but I couldn’t argue the point when he reminded me of how he and Ranto had helped me calm the energy before.

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