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“Crowe…” Even knowing he’d seen me naked and freshly fucked and having pushed myself to completion right in front of him before, those words still made me blush.

He fluttered kisses up my jawline, then he licked the blood off my earlobe. He sucked on me as a distraction as he subsequently slipped a finger into my ass. I tensed at the sudden intrusion, and I felt his lips pull into a smile before he whispered, ever so softly, “Don’t worry, Dorothy. I won’t fuck you dry.”

Chapter 45

Talos’ balls were already tightening again as I lifted Dorothy’s hips off his cock. With his full length a mess of his come and hers, she unsheathed him smoothly and easily. I was gentle at first, letting her think me a lover and a friend, then I balled her hair in my fist and jerked her backwards, sending her stumbling over to the bound and tied “Good” Witch of the South.

The spiders had been a quick ally. Their simple minds made them much easier to manipulate than the sharp and intelligent crows in the field. Which was good, because I couldn’t stand watching that scene for another minute. I wouldn’t have Dorothy turned into a dismembered corpse, but I also couldn’t stand watching Talos having his way with her without me. The Tin Man might mistake that for affection, but it was more a selfish drive.

But first, I needed her drenched in witch’s blood.

Dorothy caught herself on all fours, and she hovered over Sasha while naked, with Talos’ release dripping down her thigh, wearing nothing but her pink heels. It was a fucking gorgeous view.

“You know the rules.” I stated steadily. “Kill her, and you’ll be rewarded.” I picked up the witch’s knife, and I handed it to our girl.

She accepted the instrument absently, then she sat back on her haunches and stared at the blade.

“If I have the magic artifact, I don’t need to kill her, do I? I know we need to stop her, but can’t we put her in a prison?” She looked up at me with pleading eyes. Pathetic. I wouldnothave her be pathetic.

“You think a cell would hold her? That she’ll let you walk out of here and never seek revenge?” A cock of my brows seemed to set her straight.

She glanced at Sasha, who was squirming in her bindings, then back to the knife. “I-I just—”

“You’ve done it once. Do it again. For your sake.” My tone dropped to something severe and harsh. “You can do this, Dorothy.” I spoke slow.

“I can do this.” She parroted back to me.

Dorothy played with the knife in her hand, before she gripped the handle and pointed the blade downwards. She lifted it over her head, as if she was about to plunge it straight into her heart… then she froze in place.

“I can’t do this while she’s looking me in the eye though. I can’t—”

“Then cut her eyes out.” No quarter. Offering her an easy solution would only breed weakness. “Help her, Tin Man.”

Talos positioned behind her and massaged her shoulders, while he spoke directly into her mind.He pressed his chest to her back, grabbed the hand holding the knife, and balled his fist firmly around hers.

With a quick squeeze of her weapon hand, Talos released her and bent her over again, placing our girl eye to eye with Sasha. He moved back down her body, sliding that grip down the sides of her waist, then he pushed his fingers into her wet little cunt. His knuckles tensed as he hooked his digits and dragged it over a spot that made her clench her thighs together.Talos muttered into both our minds. He drew leisurely lines over her clit that had her white knuckling that blade, trying to keep it together.

Sasha looked delightfully livid all wrapped up, being forced to watch her dearest‘Mountain’bring a girl to orgasm right on top of her. It was twisted and cruel in the most delicious way.

Dorothy was panting to keep it together, but still she wasn’t ready to kill the witch. Murder with her eyes closed and looking away was one thing, but stabbing someone to death while close, intimate, eyes locked and naked was another.

So I lowered down to Dorothy’s level, I lifted her chin so she was facing me, then I kissed her. I tangled my tongue with hers, and I took every moan Talos worked through her into my throat.

She tasted good on my lips, and she fit just right against me. I was only doing this to help her confidence. That was all. But her soft touch was delicious. She let me control her through my kiss, angling whatever way I nudged her, parting her lips more when I flicked them with my tongue. She rose up as I rose, and she followed when I pulled away, gripping my shirt to keep me from retreating too far. I coaxed her tongue into my mouth, then I sucked on her to keep it.

Talos withdrew his fingers, then he repositioned to fuck her properly from behind. She gasped as he shoved in hard, so I nipped her tongue before she could take it back.

“What are you so afraid of?” I whispered against her lips, while Talos’ thrusts knocked her forward. Our lips tapped each time he slammed in, and they parted each time he pulled back.

“I’m afraid of being like her.” She breathed the words, while her eyes were closed, and her expression relaxed into that feeling.

“Then be like me instead.” I fisted her hair and I took her mouth forcefully, assuring our lips didn’t part again. She met my intensity, and I couldn’t help wanting to take more and more. She tasted of honey and all the flavors I’d lost. Like an angel I didn’t deserve.

She cried into my throat as Talos pumped into her, but I wasn’t ready to release her mouth and leg her breath. She was sweet indulgence, and I’d denied myself long enough.

Dorothy pulled away suddenly, pushing back into Talos’ hips, and immediately I missed her flavor. She bit her lip so attractively, as she lifted that knife in an unsteady hand. Her other hand supported her on the table, as she positioned the point of the blade over Sasha’s heart.

“Can I really be like you?” She was pleading for me to tell her it was okay. That we wouldn’t judge her, think less of her, or shun her for her crimes. But her innocence wasn’t why I loved—

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