Page 7 of Cursed Desires
While he fucks me like a beast, I’m already flipping through the pages of my ancient grimoire in my mind, searching for a spell to attain immortality.Hell, I’ll make a deal with the Devil himself, if I must—to buy myself as much time with this sinfully sexy man as possible.I’ve never dabbled in blood magic and sacrifice before, but to feel Salem’s cock fill me forever?I’ll dive headfirst into the Darkness and never look back.I’ll become exactly what his father feared all those centuries ago—I’ll become the kind of witch my ancestors could only dream of.
“More!”I beg as my body shudders, my pussy oozing around my lover’s cock and down my ass-crack.
Salem reaches for an unlit, tapered candle from my bedside table and pauses in his thrusting momentarily to spit on my asshole, pushing the mix of his saliva and my juices inside, lubing me up with two fingers, preparing me for what’s to come.
Panting like a bitch in heat, I can hardly believe my luck.“Yes,” I moan as I feel the smooth, rippled wax press into my hole.
“You like that, my little whore?”Salem croons, before slapping my ass.
I clench hard at the stinging blow, gripping the candle tight instinctively.“Yes,” I gasp.
“Then more you shall have,” he says, sinking the sacrilegious object deep into my tight and sensitive hole, one solid, unforgiving inch at a time.
“Oh, fuck!”I can’t help but moan.A part of me cringes internally as I feel my slutty ass swallow the end of the six-inch candle, consuming it whole, before closing around it.I feelsofull, with the candle up my ass and Salem splitting my sopping, wet pussy.
Salem slides his cock back and forth slowly, sawing in and out, withdrawing to the tip, before plunging in once more, taunting me as his fingers stray to my clit.He tortures me like a master of the erotic arts, and there’s nothing in the world but him.
“Oh, Salem,” I breathe, my hands reaching up to grasp at my own breasts in desire, my breath rushing out of me with each brutally deep thrust.
My cursed lover growls and pinches my clit hard, exerting his power and cursed strength over me.“Say it again,” he commands.
I whimper, every muscle in my body tensing at the cruel touch and I swallow against the overwhelming sensations assaulting me.“Salem, please,” I whisper, my gaze plaintive as my green meets his gold.
“Like you mean it,” He snarls as he tweaks my clit again and shoves his cock deeper, grinding his pelvis against me.
“Salem, please!Fuck me.Ineedyou.I can’t handle the teasing!”I beg, almost wincing at the desperate tone of my voice.But I’m beyond caring now.If I don’t get to come again and feel him finish inside me, I’ll die.Or at least, that’s what it fucking feels like.“Please fuck me!”I scream, arching my back to press against him, my body shaking with the effort.
Chapter Seven
“Good girl,” Salem drawls, abandoning my clit to power into me.He pushes my thighs against my belly, forcing himself deeper and deeper with every thrust, using his supernatural strength and weight to his advantage.
“Yes!Yes!Goddess, yes!”I cry, my hands tangling in my own hair as I close my eyes, every ounce of my being focused on the pleasure assaulting me.The ecstasy grows, reaching impossible heights, until together we crest upon the point of no return.
My whole-body tenses, like a string strung too tight.It’s agonizing and has me keening into the night.Then stars flare behind my eyelids, and I squirt, spraying his rippling abdominal muscles, and drenching the bed as my release flows over me like a wave of warm honey.Everything relaxes in its wake, but my insides continue to spasm sporadically, milking Salem’s hot seed from his cock.I lose my voice, and I writhe, lost in what is without doubt the most intense moment of my life.The tapered candle is expelled from my ass, driven out as every muscle contracts with a strength that floors me, mind, body and soul.
The smell of our sex fills the room and Salem groans, hugging my knees to his chest as he rides the final waves of his own release.When his glorious golden eyes open to drink me in, he smiles, languid and devilish.“Good girl,” he praises, absently stroking the back of my thigh.“That was beautiful.”
