Page 99 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Years ago, I was dragged into the woods by two fairy boys. My sisters had teased me ever since for being the kinkiest of them all. But the truth, was that they had wanted a love spell from me, nothing more.

I never told my sisters what had happened, because for the first time, they saw me as more than their innocent baby sister.

But that is what I was, innocent as the day I was born.

However, I was going to change that starting right now. No longer was I going to allow life to happen to me. I am the mistress of my fate.

I yanked Gregory’s shirt up and slid my hands across his bare skin. His chest was muscular with a small spattering of hair leading down to the waistband of his jeans.

He slipped from my mouth, and I let out a cry of disappointment. It wasn’t a moment before his lips latched onto my nipple.

My hands flew into his hair, holding him against my skin.

Gregory lapped at the budding skin, sending shock waves to my core. I needed his touch in my most private of areas. In fact, I felt as though I might die without it.

I went to the buckle of his pants and tried to undo them, but he stopped me.

Carefully, Gregory laid me down upon the grass and then undid the button on my pants.

It took him a moment to get the dampened material off, but it was worth it when he saw me lying there in my pink satin panties. My matching bra was still gathered under my breasts, pushing them up towards him.

“Fuck, Lin,” his eyes devouring the scene before him, “You don’t know how long I have dreamt of this. How many nights, I have lain awake, hard and wanting.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

He kissed me again. It felt carnal to have his bare chest rubbing against my aching nipples. I felt the rough texture of his jeans through my panties. He flipped us around so that I was on top and I spread my legs on either side of him.

Gregory pushed the elastic material to the side with his fingers to touch my heat. I arched my back, brazenly sitting on the Prince of Sapphire City, as he played with my pussy in the open air.

“Touch your breasts,” he commanded.

I looked at him in surprise, ‘Why?”

Gregory growled, “I want to watch you.”

I cupped my breasts, not expecting anything to come of it, but as I began to mold and shaped them as he had, I felt a zing of pleasure go straight to my pussy.

Gregory continued to play with my folds, “More,” he commanded.

My heart was pounding. I didn’t want to do anything that would shock or offend him, but I also had a strong desire to please him.

I took my nipples in my fingertips and gave them a tentative squeeze.

My hips jolted at the sensation, and I found that it felt good to rub against his hardened abs as he played with my pussy.

There was something building inside of me, something deep and dark that was begging to be released.

A whimper left my lips, and Gregory smiled in satisfaction.

His finger slipped inside of me and filled me in a whole new way. My hips started thrusting against him in a rhythm. I was no longer playing with my nipples, but had them in a tight grasp pulling them as the pleasure-pain went straight to my core.

“Gregory,” I called out, not sure why or what I needed of him.

“You are almost there, Baby. You can do it, just let go.”

I ground harder, and he entered another finger inside of me. My heart was threatening to break free from its cage, and I knew that something big was happening.

“Fuck!” I screamed out as something shattered within me. My body no longer in my control as I spasmed on top of Gregory, my juices coating his hand and lower stomach.

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