Page 43 of Toadstools and Vampire Kisses

“Yes, sex magic! We’re still going to try my idea, so don’t get too excited,” she chides with a grin. “But if we sew the land with sex energy, directing it from this farther woodland area back toward the house, it should give me an extra boost when I’m working with the spores.”

I stare at her aghast. She wants to do that… here? It was different in the garden maze. At least there was the altar there, but all there is here is a fallen tree and the rough ground, neither of which look appealing.

“That is all we need, prolific necromantic spores,” I point out.

“Prolific recoded necromantic spores,” Fran corrects, her smile widening as she leans in to brush her nose affectionately against mine. “We want the toadstools thick and in prime energy. They thrive at the touch of potent sex energy. It’s one of the great things about working with fungi. They will grow in massive numbers and to quite a nice size too.”

“So you are saying that you wish to engage in amorous congress so that you can use the combined energy of our mating to work your magic?”

I am not entirely ignorant of such ways of witches. Using sexual energy has been done for as long as succuri have done the same. I am just not accustomed to have my carefully devised distractions thrown back at me in such a manner. I had only meant to tease her while we wait for Ulrek to return. I certainly did not plan to actually breed my mate out here unprotected.

“Don’t tell me that you’re having second thoughts.” Her eyebrows arching in challenge. “After all, thisisyour idea.”

“A bad idea.”

My protest sounds feeble to my ears when other parts of my anatomy are clearly on board. And becoming more so as Fran stands and steps out of her simple red frock. The matching red lingerie beneath it sends my blood straight to my cock. I am certain it is taking every bit of moisture from my body since my mouth is noticeably dry as she steps between my legs and trails her hands up my thighs. My cock jerks, swelling against the confines of my pants with how close her touch grazes.

“Fran, what are you doing?”

“I’m taking your recommendation,” she replies. “If this can help things along as well as distract me, I don’t know why you would object.”

Her eyes heat with the first hints of her arousal hitting the air, but I groan when her small hand slides up to cup me and begins to rub and squeeze my cock. My wings snap open and stir the air with my own mounting arousal, and sure enough I can feel the energy in the air around us shift with our mutual desire. I know by the way she suddenly shivers, her pupils blowing wide, that she feels it too with the same intensity.

She steps closer, her body brushing mine, and continues to tug on my now iron-hard prick as the ravenous hunger that hasn’t left me in peace in days crawls up from my gut. The hot red rush through my head pulses with need, climbing with her every touch until, finally, my wings snap around her at the exact moment my hands grab ahold of her hips, dragging her against my body. I know that my claws are pressing into her skin, not hard enough to draw blood since I do not scent any, but hard enough to certainly be felt. Rather than shy away from my roughness—the hardness of a death dealer who has only known battles and the hard life of duty—she sinks into me, embracing it with a soft moan.

My urge to bite her to bring forth her pleasure before sinking my cock into her body is so strong that it coats my tongue with the tingling spice of my body’s natural healing secretion. The moment I bite her, that will be all it takes. There will be no halting her mischief for her own good when my instincts demand that I follow through. I only hope that I can continue to hold onto my need to claim her fully until she consents.

“Fran, are you quite certain?” I rumble, the words clawing at my throat through the rough growl that has begun vibrating through me. “I do not know how gentle I can be. Not out here. And the woods are hardly a soft place for this.”

I jerk in pleasure as her teeth give me a sharp, stinging nip that sends a hot pulse of pleasure shooting straight down to my stones. That pleasure is increased and extended as her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping it tightly as she pulls my head down until her lips barely graze mine.

“I’m not spun glass, Reynard,” she whispers, slipping off her knickers. “I’m a forest witch. I’ve had brambles prick me harder than your claws are right now, and I’ve spent many nights in places with more rocks and less moss than this clearing has. So don’t worry about me, honey.”

“Then take what you want,” I rasp. “And do not say that I did not warn you, my love.”

I shiver against her, my wings tightening as her hands undo my trousers, pulling my cock free. My precum has already begun seeping out from the tip, slicking my shaft as she rubs her hands up and down its length, gripping me hard with each firm stroke. I growl louder, pumping my hips forward into her tight clasp, my wings shifting to clutch her to me as my wing-claws settle and curl against her shoulders.

“Loosen your wings a bit,” she whispers.

My instincts scream in denial as I comply, my wings drawing back to cup her lightly. The moment I do so, however, her hands leave me, and I snarl as my head drops, my teeth pressing in a primitive warning against her neck to keep her to me. Fran gasps but stubbornly pulls away so quickly that my teeth graze her skin hard enough to draw blood. The sweetness of it hits my mouth for just a second before she spins around and lines us up, dropping her bottom with one hard, solid thrust and sliding my cock in to the hilt.

I do not think. I react.

My mouth snaps closed on her neck where the small trickle of blood has smeared her skin and I bite down in earnest, flooding my mouth with her incredible flavor. Her cunt immediately clenches me as she moans and rocks. My hands clamp down on her hips, my wings supporting her breasts to hold her up and steady her as she rises off my cock and then bottoms out repeatedly.

With a strangled cry, I release her neck, sealing the wound with the glide of my tongue. I lick everywhere I can, drowning myself in her rich flavor as the pull on my cock as she rides me makes me tremble with pleasure. Beneath that pleasure, an unrestrainable need rises to the fore as she grinds down, pressing the head of my cock deep and rubbing it delightfully against the mouth of her womb.

I am drowning in her, and I know the moment it triggers my instincts as my wings tighten further until they flatten against her breasts. This was exactly what I warned her of. I tremble for a moment, unable to battle back the monstrous need raging through me.

Keeping my hands firmly on her hips, I surge up to my feet, causing my cock to thrust deep, bottoming out gloriously as I push forward into the brace of my wings, my hips pumping eagerly before I am entirely stable on my feet. Fran cries out, her cunt milking my cock greedily. It sends a primal madness through me as I pump harder and faster, my rut coming upon me so that we are both panting with pleasure as the air crackles around us.

Distantly, I can hear her gasped words between her moans and feel the brush of her fingers moving against the web of my wings, but I cannot make any sense of it when everything narrows to the need crawling through me as I drag her hips up further until I am certain her toes are no longer touching the ground, her entire weight supported solely by my arms and wings as I rut fiercely, my need burning through me. My stones draw up, my seed gathering, and my speed increases. She shrieks and spasms as her releases hit her again and again, drawing my essence out of me with its sucking grip.

My roar of release as it uncoils in a hot rush and snaps through me with a painful intensity silences the forest, and Fran cries out an unintelligible word as the power coiled around us suddenly aligns, glowing in the air around us with various patterns and sigils seconds before it explodes, flooding the landscape in a streak toward Fran’s home with the burst of our shared completion.

I shiver, my cock pulsing with its final releases, but my hold on Fran eases by increments until I finally slip free and set her gently on her feet. I keep my wings around her to help her gain her balance but freeze when I hear a throat clear behind me.

“Well, this is an unexpected welcome,” Ulrek remarks from behind me.

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