Page 9 of Knot the Witch Next Door

I continued my hot journey up her body, nuzzling the bottom elastic of her sports bra. Skeletons, matching her panties. Playful, bold, and spooky. That was my Carmilla. I could never get enough of her.

Carmilla pulled at my shirt, her voice rough and breathy. “Take it off. I need you against me, skin to skin.”

Lifting just enough, I let her help me whip off my sweater and throw it to the side. I went immediately for hers. “Now yours. Let me see all of you.”

She nipped her lower lip as if suddenly shy and I wanted to eat her up again. This fucking Omega was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes upon. Somewhere in the back of my mind was the memory of the girl I grew up next door to, but this Carmilla would be forever the one in my head. This pale goddess who enchanted me with her luscious smile.

Her shirt was off as fast as mine, and I followed it with her bra. Her big tits bounced free. The nipples sat hard and rosy on top, and it was useless to resist bending down to suck on them.

Each gorgeous tit. One and then the other and back again. Sucking, kissing, nibbling.

Beneath those pretty boobs, I could hear her heart thumping. So hard and quick, matching the pace of my own.

Looking up at her, I was in awe. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her cheeks grew a darker pink, and the pretty smile warmed me like a thousand sunny days. I drew myself the rest of the way up and kissed her, long and deep. She wound her arms around my torso and held me against her. I never wanted her to let go.

Because I could never let go.

I reached down to my jeans and popped them open. My erection burst forth as I growled in anticipation. I needed to be inside her. Now.

The head of my cock slid along her slit and coated it in her slick. We both frantically pushed down my pants and I kicked them the rest of the way off. Nothing elegant or smooth about it. The faster they were off the better.

I prodded her again, dousing myself in her juices. She gave a warbling gasp and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I almost didn’t hear her whisper, “You’re my first.”

Fucking hell. She was a virgin. I should have expected nothing different. She was an Omega who was protected from all males. Yet knowing I would be her first—and last—fired up my Alpha instincts even further. An untouched Omega and she was all mine.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” And I meant it. I try my damnedest to make this the best experience she could have. I wanted her to feel pleasure and joy, safe and adored. I wanted her to remember this moment for the rest of her life because I most certainly would.

My abdomen quivered as I slipped my erection between her labia and eased it in inch by slow inch. Her breathing quickened and her inner muscles tightened.

“It’s so big. I don’t think… I don’t know if it’ll fit!” The edge to her voice had me pause and kiss all over her face.

“It’s okay. Relax, Carmilla. I’ve got you and I’ll never hurt you.”Never. “If I do, you can make me wear a pumpkin on my head with the goofiest face carved into it, and I will wear it all Halloween night.”

She blinked, panic at once gone, and then let loose a quick laugh. “I will hold you to that promise.” Her grin then softened as she caressed my cheek. “Though I don’t want to cover this handsome face… Especially not when there are so many other costume ideas which could use it and your sexy body to make them perfect.”

“You’ve been imagining me in costumes?” I raised a brow, and at her nod, I pressed my forehead to hers so I could stare directly into her brilliant green eyes. Wiggling my hips, I pushed my dick another few inches into her. “What kind of costumes?”

“Oh… like a werewolf bursting out of his clothes and gladiator fresh from battle.” She licked her succulent lips and I could not stop myself from kissing them.

“So you’d like to see me hairy, bloody, and with as little clothing on as possible,” I teased and nudged the rest of the way into her tight pussy. We both groaned, and I forced myself to remain still as she adjusted. Fuck, I’d never exerted such will power in my life.

For Carmilla. All for her.

As her cunt rippled around me and her body lost a little stiffness, I pulled out halfway and pushed back in. Deep enough this time to feel my balls tap against her.

“Yes,” she mewled and lifted her legs to wind them around my waist. My next thrust was a little harder and her wee cry spurred me on. “Deacon, oh God! Feels so good.”

With those words, I gave up my control. My hips rocked against hers, driving me in and out with long strokes. Harder and faster. My knot was already swelling as I kissed down her neck to nip at her throat.

I licked her silky flesh. The urge to bite and claim her was nearly impossible to resist. But I had to know it was what she wanted. I wasn’t the asshole Alpha who assumed that the Omega wanted me for a lifetime just because she was full of my dick now. I needed to hear Carmilla tell me that she saw me more than her best friend’s big brother. I had to tell her that I would cherish and protect her forever, that I thought she was the most sexy and beautiful Omega ever to step foot on this earth.

Our bodies slapped together. I was totally going to let loose my load in a few seconds.

Carmilla’s cries shook the tree house but not as hard as her body did when her climax took hold. Her pussy locked around my cock as she bit down on my shoulder in an attempt to quiet her screams. The sting of her teeth poking into my skin sent me over the edge.

If she wanted me to be a wolfman, my shout of ecstasy sounded a lot like a howl. My knot bulged as I emptied jet afterjet of cum into her. Even after my orgasm and every last drop was milked out of me, my cock’s head twitched inside of her as if never wanting to stop its hedonistic dance.

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