Page 145 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“He is my mate. You don’t understand what it means to mates. They don’t come along every day. You should cherish it always.

“Young love,” Glinda sighed, and I barely restrained an eye roll.

“You do realize that you are younger than both of us?” I blew out a breath, “Stop behaving as I if you were a sixty-five-year-old matron.”

“Scarecrow, do something!” I screamed as he sunk lower.

The glowing reappeared in his horn and then there were running lights, my stomach felt turned inside out. There was a brilliant flash and then standing there, as naked as he was born, was Scarecrow.

My Scarecrow.

Not that I was looking or anything, but his dick stood out prominently from his powerful body. He was hard and wanting.

“Holy shit,” my sisters said in unison.

“Holy shit! Indeed.”

And then without so much as a wave, he flopped onto this back and started doing the breaststroke through the sand.

My sisters were whispering about his dick. Steele and Gregory looked murderous.

When we pulled him out, Scarecrow’s arms whipped around me. He was filthy and covered in sand and muck.

He cupped my face in his, lowering until our foreheads touched.

“I am sorry,” and then he kissed me.

CHAPTER 52 - PART 5 – Indy

No sooner had Scarecrowcaptured my lips, then we heard the familiar sickeningly sweet voice of Dorothy’s.

“I thought you would never make it. Goodness, I had begun to give up hope!”

I ripped out of Scarecrow’s arms just as El magicked him up some clothes.

Dorothy was nowhere to be seen.

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