Page 42 of Witch Upon a Star
I tried to tell her how beautiful she was, but I couldn’t find my voice. Maybe the scorpion had stolen it. So I showed her instead, worshiped her incredible body with the adoration she deserved. Every touch was welcomed and encouraged. There was a small inclination in the back of my mind that I was missing something, but I wasn’t overly concerned by it. What happened, happened.
My hands gripped her thighs. Her panties had disappeared as my boxer briefs had. I shifted, opening her legs to reveal her core to me. I was not shocked to see she wasn’t fully bare. Trimmed, yes, but not naked. I didn’t mind. I rarely had a preference, so long as I could see my intended goal.
She was soaked, and I knew it had nothing to do with where we were. I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, tasting sweat and the tang of her arousal. She tasted fucking incredible, and I sought more. I soughtallof her.
Something stopped me, though. I looked up the length of her body, past her glistening pussy, up her flat stomach,through the valley of her breasts, until I met her eyes. She must have seen the question in mine, because she nodded.
“I want this,” she breathed. “I want to be yours.”
“You’re already mine,” I declared. The scorpion must have given me back my voice, and for that, I was grateful. “This changes nothing.”
“Quinten, please…”
Not wanting her to suffer or beg, I lowered my mouth, and knew I was tasting heaven. Greed filled me, and I wanted more. I delved into her depths, swirling my tongue around her clit in fast, torturous circles. Her cries were a siren’s song to my ears. I gripped her thighs harder as she bucked her hips up in a helpless bid. My name became a plea I was all too eager to satisfy.
My tongue and my mouth worked in unison to corrupt her innocence and bring her to new heights. She would meet both God and the Devil today.
I dipped a finger inside, feeling her tight walls clamp around me. In and out, I stroked her in a steady rhythm as my mouth mercilessly played with her clit. When I felt she was ready, I added another finger, all the while searching for that sensitive spot inside her that lazy, selfish men claimed did not exist.
Her thighs trembling around my ears, she exploded on my fingers. Her body shook violently at her release, but I did not stop. I kept licking, worshiping, until the last of the shakes left her. I kissed the hood of her clit reverently before working my way slowly up her body.
Calliope stared at me with such love, trust, and devotion. It nearly broke me. I’d never had a woman look at me like I was her entire world before, and that responsibility was bothintoxicating and intimidating. I would not fail her—I couldn’t. Failing her would be greater than failing myself.
Up until this point, I felt like my body was two beings. The man who wanted to pounce, to claim, to mark, and quench his own needs; and the man who was a slave to her desires, only capable of giving her what she needed. As I held myself prone above her, my two halves collided, and the selfish man took hold.
I notched my straining cock at her entrance. Even the knowledge that she was a virgin did not stop me from pushing inside her far too quickly. I should have taken my time, given her the chance to adjust to the intrusion of my body into hers. But I did not. I needed her too much, my own desires driving me totakerather than to give.
“Quinten!” My name this time was not said in worship, but in pain.
I froze, the selfish man’s control shattering in an instance. I came back to myself, realizing that my cock was over halfway inside her tight, wet pussy.Fuck!She was a virgin. I’d never been with a virgin before, not even my first time. What about her hymen? That was still a thing, right? She was going to bleed. I stupidly wondered where my phone was, suddenly wanting to Google how to have sex with a virgin.
Her hands gripped my face, bringing my eyes back to her. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” She soothed, rubbing her hands up and down my neck and face. If I was a dog, I was pretty sure my leg would have started to shake in delight. “You’re just bigger than anything I’ve taken before.”
My entire body stiffened, and I swore fiery horns sprouted from my temples. “The fuck? Who else has been inside you? I’ll kill him!”
Her laugh was low, sensual. I fucking loved the sound, despite the rage warring with my arousal. “His name is B.O.B.. Also, there’s been Nutty McNut, Vlad the Impaler, and Clitzilla.”
I wished I could blame the fact that it took me far too long to understand what she was talking about because all the blood in my brain was currently housed in my cock. But no. I was pretty sure I was just a dumbass.
“You named your vibrators?”
She shrugged. “Sure. I might be a virgin, Quinten, but I’m still a woman with needs. I explored many ideas and kinks so that, when we were finally together, I knew what I liked and I knew how to please you.”
My balls drew up and I had to instantly think of old people having retirement home sex to keep myself from blowing my load like a teenager with his first erection. I groaned, hanging my head as she laughed again. The movement shifted her body and I sank further inside her.
“Shit.” I started to pull out. But her hands grabbed my shoulders and her legs locked themselves around my hips, pinning me in place.
“I did not give you permission to leave, sir!” Her joy was palpable. “I just needed you to give me a minute to adjust to your size. None of my vibrators are as wide as you.” She patted the top of my head like I was a pet. “You can fuck me now.”
Elation and ecstasy warred inside me. “You little minx.” I had no idea if I said that out loud. My mouth was too busy as I claimed her lips and I thrust myself all the way inside her. I swallowed down her moan. The selfish man was gone, but his passion remained. Only this time, I chased her next orgasm,using my body as the instrument of her desire. I pounded into her, likely harder than I should have, but I trusted her to know her own body and stop me if I hurt her. I wanted her gasps, her moans, and her cries. I claimed them, owned them.
Steam billowed around us with heated fingers that licked our naked bodies. I took Calliope, knowing the price was my soul and my future. There would never be aheror ameagain. As we crashed together and chased our release, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that there would only ever be anusnow.
9
CALLIOPE
Iwasn’t sure how I got to my house, let alone in my shower. Each meditation session in the sweat lodge was different, yet they all had the same dream-like quality to them. Though my visions and intuitions were strong on their own, I too needed guidance and to hone my senses. My spirit animals were more tangible in the sweat lodge than they were throughout day-to-day activities.
