Page 44 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Scarecrow calmly followed the pot-bellied Munchkin, and so I shook my head in amazement and walked in after them.

Boq had left us in an ornate sitting room. It seemed out of place with farming and sports gambling. What kind of a person was this Boq character? I didn’t have a whole lot of time to linger on that because seconds after Boq closed the door, Scarecrow had grabbed me.

His lips tasted of coffee and a hint of spearmint. I hadn’t expected him to kiss me, so he caught me with my mouth already open for him.

His tongue invaded my senses, marking his claim. Each stroke of his tongue left my knees weak. My fingers went into his hair, twisting into the silky strands and knotting themselves so that I could pull him closer to me.

He groaned, pushing a leg between my thighs, but my stupid skirt blocked it. I wished that I had never worn it. His hands were on my ass, and suddenly my skirt was pulled around my waist as his fingers caressed the globes of my ass.

“Was the ride too hard on you?” his words were uttered against my lips.

I smiled into his kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth.

His hands gripped each butt cheek and I moaned low in my throat.

The next thing I knew, I had been whipped around so that I was facing away from him. One of his hands had found its way under my shirt, pulling down the lacy cups until my breasts popped free.

The other hand was playing with the satin between my thighs. I was soaking wet and he knew it.

Scarecrow’s lips were at the juncture of my neck as he sucked and kissed the delicate skin.

I wriggled in his embrace, needing him to touch me.

“Please,” I begged.

His dark voice sent another flood of warmth to my pussy, “Please what?”

“Please touch me, Sir.”

It was a whispered plea, but my prayers were answered when his fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my panties and traced my swollen folds.

“Fuck, Indy, you are drenched,” he groaned against my ear sending shivers down my spine. “You need to be fast baby. I don’t know when Boq is returning.”

The thrill of getting caught added another edge of excitement to an already erotic scene. I arched my back, thrusting my breasts more firmly against his palm.

“You are so fucking sexy, baby!”

His fingers pushed into my pussy, finding my core. This was what I had been waiting for.

I cried out, and he stopped everything, “You have to be quiet Indy. Can you do that baby?”

He stroked me softly.

I nodded, agreeing, but at that point, I would have agreed to just about anything.

Two long thick fingers went back to fucking me as his other hand pulled at my nipples, twisting, and playing, as I writhed in his arms.

His hand was coated with my juices, I could feel them on my thighs.

I was close. Resting my body against his muscular frame, I allowed him to play me like an instrument. He knew the right places to pluck and strum until I was without words, without thought.

His fingers were relentless, moving faster and faster. I bit my arm to keep from crying out. The smell of my arousal was strong in the room.

And then Scarecrow leaned down and bit my neck as he stroked my clit with his thumb.

I literally lost all sense of time as my orgasm shook me from the top of my head down to my toes.

He pulled his hand away, fixing my skirt and then turned me to replace the cups on my breasts.

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