Page 14 of A Witch for Solstice
Feeling emboldened, I wrap my hand around its base. “I could make a joke about being horny, but I’m sure that’s not very original around here.”
Her laugh is serrated. “That term came about for a reason. Touching our horns is an act of intimacy.”
Guilt twinges through me for accidentally pushing a potential boundary. I release my grip. “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” She nudges her horn into my hand again. “I want you to.”
Taking my lower lip between my teeth, I curl my fingers and run my hand back to the tip before working into her scalp, gently unbraiding her golden strands until they fall around her shoulders.
Kissing Matty’s neck, I send my exploration south, my palm cautiously moving between her legs. Her mound isn’t visible like mine is, but I can feel the temperature rising beneath her scales, and a hard bump about the size of a fingertip hidden beneath one of them. The more I rub her, the more it swells, causing her scales to lift into ridges.
“Is this alright?” I ask, my fingers finding a slick opening.
She presses her hands against my shoulders, keeping her claws neatly extended away from my skin. “Yes.”
Pushing in up to my first knuckle, I discover her walls and the secret parts of her sex. I observe her features, noting the way her jaw tightens to hold back a moan as I pull my fingers outto make quick, vertical strokes over the solid protrusion of her clit. Getting a rush from the way she clamps her teeth together, I work my fingers even faster, making my strokes relentless.
“Brigid.”Her whimpering goes straight to my head.
Now I know why she wanted to hear me moan and squeak. Breaking the Dragon Queen’s walls down and making her call my name is so damn gratifying.
Her scales lift even further, and the nub of her clit pulses in my hand as liquid spills from her opening, too thick to be the water we’re swimming in.
She sprays a shower of embers through her nostrils, filling the air with my element.
I lean into her, my mouth open against the hollow of her throat. I’m brimming with magic and wanting.
Matty’s claws close around my hips, and she carries me to the melted snowbank where she lays me down and crawls on top of me. In one swift motion, she rolls onto her back, placing me on top.
Waves of warm water lap beneath her body, eddying around my shins and knees, but my upper body is freezing. She lifts her hands, running them over my tight nipples and pebbled skin.
“I know something that will warm us up,” she says as she throws her head back, breathing fire with a throaty laugh.
As enticed as I am by the orange flames, Matty is an anchor beneath me, keeping me tied to my surroundings. I have enough control now to stop and concentrate for a second. I think I understand what she’s suggesting.
Focusing on the fire, I bend the flames to alter their projection, sending them sparking along the ground. I press against the walls of my mind to push them outward in an arc around us. A warm bubble of heatwaves keeps the harsh wind out.
“That’s it,” Matty croons. “Keep them there. I know you can.”
The half circle shines brightly against the melting snow and the shadows in the woods as the sun sinks lower. Magic vibrates steadily through me as Matty’s claws scrape over my hip, and she bends one knee, opening herself up. I drop down into the space she’s created, rolling my hips to feel the smooth, hard bumps and ridges of her pussy.
She bucks her pelvis upward, and I ride her, finding the perfect amount of wet friction.
“Stay with me,” she whispers, bringing me back each time the fire bursts along with the tight sensation in my low belly. Her encouragement keeps me tingling, edging me to new heights with magic and pleasure.
I lose track of the time while we’re grinding, allowing Matty to support me through spells of slow circles until we’re both panting, sweaty, and riding on the edge of ecstasy.
“I’m going to—” I choke out, unable to hold myself back any longer.
“I know. I’ve got you. Come with me.”
She grips my hips as the rest of the world dissolves into darkness, leaving us in a ring of fire. In this space, there’s only Queen Matilda and me.
“I keep the ornaments in a box beneath the bed,” Matty says, stoking the fireplace. Magic crackles through me, but it’s a good feeling. “They’re not the pretty baubles they use in the castle, but feel free to go through them.”
I take another swig of the wine we’ve been drinking since we came back to her cabin to dry off earlier this evening. It’s been nice cuddling up in fluffy white robes and talking as we warm ourselves by the fire.
“Oh, I plan to.” I drop on all fours to look under her bed. Finding a weathered box, I blow the dust off the lid and open it up to find an assortment of sentimental ornaments.
