Page 27 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I gasped as he gathered my juices and brought them up to coat my clit. It felt amazing.

My eyes narrowed as I watched him play with me. His gaze was too intent, never leaving my pussy as he stroked and played, entering one finger and then another.

I wanted to thrust my hips, but I was holding off, trying to please him with my stillness.

Scarecrow glanced up at me, removing his hand, he placed his fingers on my lips, “Suck,” he commanded, and my tongue came out to lick his fingers clean of my juices.

His eyes grew impossibly darker as a curse flew from his lips, “Fuck!”

Rolling me onto my side, he propped one of my thighs forward so that my ass was exposed to him.

“Such a pretty little rosebud,” he murmured as he rimmed it with his fingertip.

My pussy clenched, it felt much better than I had anticipated it feeling.

Scarecrow grabbed the tube and squeezed some out onto my ass. It was cold and surprising.

He began to stroke the area, “Just relax, Indy, it’s only my finger, Baby.”

I concentrated on relaxing as I felt pressure against my anus. It stung a little, but I focused on my breathing, and soon I felt his finger slip inside.

He groaned as his finger went inside and he pumped it lightly. It felt strange and taboo, but I liked it and pushed my ass back against him.

Scarecrow laughed, “Oh, Baby, what I wouldn’t do to be fucking your ass right now.”

I mewled, and he groaned low in his throat.

I felt his finger slip from my body, and I sighed in protest,

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised.

He picked up the lube and added it to the butt plug, “This is a little bigger than my finger, Baby, but it will feel good as I’m fucking you.”

I pushed my ass against him, feeling confident, but when the cold metal touched me, I tensed.

Scarecrow took his other hand and started stroking my clit, “Relax, Indy, it won’t hurt you, if you let it in.”

I focused on his hand wreaking havoc on my pussy. I loved the way he focused on me and only me. My pleasure was his pleasure, and I felt a surge of protectiveness rush over me.

I was falling for this man.

I felt the immense pressure against my anus and then it slipped inside. I felt stuffed. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

I was breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I caught his gaze, “Yes,” I whispered, “Scarecrow?”

He pushed my hair out of my face, “Yes, Baby?”

“Fuck me, please?”

The smile that crossed his face was one that I won’t soon forget.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, Indy.”

He pulled me up so that I was on my knees, my face buried in the bedding, as I rested on my elbows.

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