Page 30 of Mortal Desires

“Not even that. Open them up.”

They flew open, one dangling to the side of the bed and the other overlapping his, feeling the coarse fur of his legs on mine.

My panties were damp, my eyes tearing up with shame as Vicious stroked his cock. His eyes never left my face. He moved faster and I squirmed on the bed, begging for the friction he denied me.

He groaned and the speed of his fist increased. I whimpered, feeling my breasts get heavy and my hips begging to move.

“That’s it, beg for it.” He smirked, reading my mind.

I shook my head, and he laughed as the word slipped from my mouth. “Please.”

“That’s it.” He moved faster, flicking his wrist over the moist tip. “That’s a good witch. Beg for me again.”

“Please, Vicious.” I let it out without a fight.

His eyes were fixed between my legs. Even though my dress hid everything from view, I felt exposed. He never touched me, never made me touch myself. No part of our bodies touched except my leg lying over his.

And yet, I felt a hot wave rising from my chest up to my neck. My mouth watered while that monster touched himself and looked at me.

At the exact moment when the fight left my body, he came with a roar.

Copious amounts of cum painted his stomach and legs and I was able to close my eyes with a desperate sigh.

I felt the magic releasing me. My legs closed, but the desire still gripped me. I hated that my body couldn’t lie. I hated feeling this way about him. How much would I give for him to ask me to touch myself?

Instead, he placed his last order.

“You won’t touch yourself until I get the chance.”

“Brumas can’t leave the underworld,” I roared, making Lagus recoil.

“I know, my lord.”

He didn’t know. Lagus was mortal, like the rest of them. He wasn’t even one of the supernaturals. But a long time ago he proved himself clever enough to become my adviser.

“So, they are somewhere.”

Lagus opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The same night the little witch arrived, I lost three Brumas. It was All Hallows’ Eve and the veil between the worlds got as thin as it’ll ever get and my patrons like to wander around and cause havoc.

I loved chaos, so I never interrupted them in their quest to haunt the living.

Brumas on the other hand, couldn’t do that. They weren’t complete spirits anymore but rather an echo of a lost identity. They were sentient, but trapped in the underworld and because of that, I could explicitly trust them. They were as loyal to these stone walls as I was.

Now my three most loyal Brumas had disappeared and Lagus was trying to convince me the impossible happened.

“Brumas can’t go to the surface.” I huffed again.

“No, they cannot.”

“So why are you insisting you can’t find them?”

“The other Brumas can’t sense them. No one had seen them otherwise—”

“So we’re back to you saying the impossible has happened.” I turned around and sat on the throne, tired of this conversation.

Lagus did not reply and let me rest a hand over my temple, trying to think of some kind of explanation. The other Brumas couldn’t sense them—I couldn’t stop thinking about that. It was too disturbing.

The three I lost were loyal, but I could set my ego aside and consider that maybe they were hiding on their own accord. Maybe they were never loyal to start with. But if that was the case, why couldn’t the other Brumas sense them?

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