Page 19 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Suddenly, I felt my eyes fill with tears and he began to look worried. Scarecrow immediately undid the restraints on my wrists.

“Did I hurt you?” his voice was so tender that I wanted to weep.

It was then that I knew deep in my heart that I wanted to be his. I didn’t want anyone else coming near him.

I couldn’t respond, so I did the next best thing. Sinking my hands into Scarecrow’s hair, I kissed him for all that I was worth. I put everything into it, not holding anything back. I wanted him to feel my fears of him leaving and I hope that he was falling for me as much as I was for him.

“Shit, Indy!” the raw emotion in his voice egged me on. I slid so that I was straddling him as he sat against the headboard. Sinking down, I took his dick and rubbed it across the wet heat of my pussy until we were both panting with need.

I sank down on him, relishing the fullness that engulfed me when Scarecrow was inside of me. Grabbing the headboard, I raised myself up and down his cock. The sounds of our lovemaking were filling the room.

“I love to see my clamps on your nipples, Indy.” He pushed impossibly deep and I ground my hips into him.

He tugged on the weights again and I cried out, feeling my core’s responding pulse.

Scarecrow grabbed my hips and really began fucking me. His eyes never leaving mine as he slammed his hard length into me at a furious pace.

“I’m going to come,” I cried out.

“Yeah, baby, come for me. Come all over my dick, Princess.”

The tremors overtook me, and as my world shattered around me, he rammed his hard length into my core.

When I could catch my breath, I noticed that he hadn’t found his release. His eyes glittered dangerously as he switched our positions so that I was now laying down on the bed and he was above me.

He grabbed my ass and lifted it, so my back arched off the bed. He rammed himself inside of me hitting an all-new angle and then began to fuck me earnestly.

I cried out as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I didn’t think that I had another one in me, but as he grasped my thighs, watching where his cock disappeared inside of me, I felt more turned on than ever.

Suddenly, he released the nipple clamps and my breasts burn. I hadn’t realized the intensity, as the pleasure and pain intermixed with each other. Scarecrow’s hands went to my swollen nipples, and his gentle touch was all that I needed to fly over the precipice once more.

“Fuck,” he cried out and then it was just my name, “Indy, Indy, agh, Indy!”

As he joined me in oblivion.

We lay there panting together, my eyes closed and his large body hovering over mine.

I felt his cock slip from my core as he stood and grabbed a towel. Gently, he wiped between my thighs, and my heart contracted at the tenderness.

He threw the towel away and then climbed back into bed, gathering me against his chest. We were silent for several moments, and I wondered if perhaps he had fallen asleep.

I snuggled further into his neck, taking in the scent of him and allowing my body to drift into slumber.

Just before I fell asleep, I heard him murmur, “You are mine, Indy. I will never let you go.”

And a soft smile spread across my face. I was his, and he was mine.

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