Page 36 of Soul of a Witch

“That’s it, let your body relax.”

My pussy was squeezing,clenching,grasping at his fingers. My muscles were spasming outside of my control, and when he added a third finger, I groaned loudly with every inch he pushed inside me.

“It’s so tight,” I gasped, then squealed as he lowered his head again and flicked his tongue over my clit. Back and forth, over and over, the forked sides working me from every angle as his fingers thrust into me.

By the time he lifted his head again, I was half-lucid with pleasure. He was tall enough that he needed to kneel again to line up his cock with my entrance. My eyes were wide as he rubbed his thick head over my clit, drawing more pathetic noises out of me.

“I’m too big for you,” he said, and I whined, protesting his assessment even though it was obviously true. “I’d rip you open, darling.”

“Don’t care…” Shaking my head irrationally, I tried to make my voice authoritative but completely failed. “Please fuck me, I don’t care if it hurts.”

“I care.” He kissed my thighs; first on the left, then on the right, then another kiss just above the soft hair between my legs. “We’ll have plenty more opportunities to open up this beautiful body, Everly. I want to savor every second.”

Dripping wet as I was, his cock slipped easily inside. At least — his head did. But the moment he pressed a little more, the aching stretch made my breathing deepen. A little more, and I was groaning, then whimpering.

“Shit…” I grit my teeth, watching with rapt fascination as his monstrous organ squeezed a little deeper inside me. But he wasn’t even halfway in, and I was beginning to believe if I took anymore, he would rip me in half. “Callum, I-I don’t think —”

“I know.” He was so tense he shook, his hair dangling in his face as he gave me a sharp grin and moved inside me. Shallow thrusts, but they were shocking nonetheless. The way my body clung to him, my inner walls squeezing with every penetration. “I’m not going to break you, not this time. Take it for me. Take the pain, take the pleasure. Let yourself feel it.”

The intensity of him inside me, our bodies locked into one overwhelming union, made my eyes roll back every time he moved.

“I’m going to mark you,” he said, his words rapid, his pitch kicking up with an excitement that seemed beyond his control. “I’m going to come all over those pretty lips…” He grabbed my blouse and tore, the fabric ripping easily in his hands. “All over this gorgeous body.” He snarled as he shuddered, moving erratically. “I’m not going to break you this time. But you broke me the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He pulled out of me and stood, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He stroked himself roughly, fast and hard, until spurts of pearlescent cum dripped over my face, my tits, my pussy. His black eyes were so far away, as if for a moment, his essence left his body and floated through some other reality. But then he returned, and he bent over me as if in prayer, body trembling, murmuring breathlessly.

“My beautiful thread of fate. My lady. My mistress.”

The words wrapped around me just like his ropes, holding me in comfort.

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Callum

As soon as I vanished the ropes from her limbs, Everly disappeared.

Luckily, it wasn’t another instance of spontaneous teleportation. She shut herself in the bathroom, mumbling something about cleaning up. Within a few minutes, the pipes groaned, and the sound of running water emanated from behind the closed door.

Usually, I was the one making a swift exit. Although I’d neglected my desires for the past few decades, prior to that, I was a fiend for pleasure. But humans were clingy, and I didn’t have the time nor desire. Sticky skin, their arms around me, murmuring words of praise and affection — I shuddered at the thought. That was why I was always sure to quickly leave after an encounter, lest these humans think there was some kind of coitus-induced bond between us.

But every time I paced toward Everly’s bedroom door, I couldn’t bring myself to leave.

The rush of hormones and happy chemicals that flooded her as we played were fading now; I could smell them growing faint. From experience, I was aware such a drastic change in hormone levels could result in a human not feeling well, depressing one’s mood until the body was in balance again.

She needed sugar, alcohol, and food. Those things usually made humans feel better.

With that thought in mind, I teleported down to the kitchen. There was plenty of food here, kept perfectly preserved, thanks to magic. Now that a witch was in the house again, the herbs in the windowsill planter box were growing, and doubtlessly, the garden behind the greenhouse was full of fruits and vegetables once more. Facing a plethora of teas, wines, meads, potions and poultices, I frowned at the dizzying options.

“Winona,” I said, and the air stirred as her ghost came near. “What does one give to a woman after fucking her?”

“What does one — WHAT!” Ghostly hands smacked my head. “You wretched demon! Have you killed the poor girl?!”

“Killed? I’ve never killed a mate.” I frowned, waving my hands to shoo away the furious wisps of her spirit. “You said yourself she should take the pleasure she wanted. And need I remind you that the human vaginal cavity is made to stretch to accommodate —”

“I swear, if you dare try to explain childbirth to an old grandmother, I will curse you to never be erect again.”

Immediately, I shut my mouth. While I didn’t believe ghostscouldcast curses, I wasn’t going to risk it. She was still grumbling, but things were moving about on the shelves as if she was searching for something, sending canisters and little pouches of herbs floating down to the countertop.

“I don’t understand your anger,” I said. “Would you have preferred she penetrate me instead?”

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