Page 38 of Charming Her Monsters

Jade gulps at my use of the word love. She’s not ready yet for my full affection. That’s okay. I knew it would take time for her to accept it.

“Enough talk.” I hold open her legs and lean forward, flicking my forked tongue over her center.

She moans as she watches me, her breathing and heart rate increasing.

My large hands massage up her thighs and then slide up to her tits. My claws scrape over the swell of her breasts. As I suck her clit into my mouth, I rip the front of her shirt in half, exposing her flesh.

Jade shouts in surprise, then places her hands over mine as I knead her mounds. She strokes up my huge arms and takes hold of my horns.

Steering me where she wants me, I lave up her sweet honey as she comes undone. I could easily join her, just by witnessing her pleasure. Pleasure that I give her.

She glances down at me, and we make eye contact.

“Come,” I command, my growly voice vibrating her sensitive flesh.

“Maxum!” my witch cries as she undulates and surrenders herself to me.

I tear away the rest of her leggings and notch my dick at her opening. My arms wrap around her body, cradling her.

“You ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes, please.” She tilts her hips, sliding me into her heat.

Pressing further into her, I groan when I feel how tight her pussy grips me. “Do you know how perfect you are?”

She glances away, trying to play it off.

My hand grasps her throat, just below her jaw, forcing her to look at me. I seat myself completely and grind my hips into hers, causing my soft spikes at my base to stimulate her clit and labia.

As I shallowly grind into her, I tell her, “You might not understand how I can feel so much for you, but you aren’t part of the human world anymore. Supes usually listen to their instincts. We know when we have found our mate match. Plus, with my magic, I can feel you and read you on another level. When we were together last time, I tasted your soul.”

“You did?” Her eyes are beginning to glow a haunting green. I didn’t think witches could do that. “What did I taste like?”

“You taste like a winter’s dawn, a summer’s night, an inviting hearth, and a whimsical feast for a starving spirit—all rolled up in one. Your soul tastes like magic itself. You taste like coming home.”

Jade opens her mouth to reply, but she can’t respond. A tear rolls down her cheek. Then her lips crash against mine. She kisses me with the passion of someone finally accepting the love being offered after years of rejection.

I kiss her back with the same intensity and sentiment.

We both have been lonely for so long.

Slowly, I pump my entire length in and out of her slick channel. She moans with the sensual motion, and I swallow down her sweet sounds.

My tail wraps around and fondles her puckered hole.

“Do it,” she whispers.

After picking up a bit of her wetness, it slides into her ass. Feeling her next climax coming along, I begin my healing chant.

“Maxum,” she whines, the energy gathering around us and weighing us down. She didn’t sense it as much before since she was half dead at the time.

I press my forehead to hers to anchor Jade in her body. It works, and her orgasm crashes over her. I unleash my own and follow her over the cliff.

Opening my eyes, I see the strange glowing pattern of light over her body that happened the last time I used the sex magic on her.

I search for identifiable glyphs or symbols, but there’s nothing I recognize. However, it doesn’t appear to be random lines. Thereisa pattern.

I release my accumulated magic, and her bruises and cuts vanish. I let out a puff of air in relief.

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