Page 40 of Magic and Medicine

‘Fuck, Sara, you don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m not like other men. If I make you mine, you will be mine forever, and I’ll never let you go.’ The warning, the certainty, burned itself into my soul, and I held him tight, leaning in to kiss his neck as I spoke.

‘You can’t scare me away. I made up my mind; I need you, all strings attached, and nothing will change that.’

His response made me scream as he surged forward, crushing me in his embrace, the world blurring as we moved. I hadn’t even drawn breath to curse as the bedroom appeared, my body falling backwards when the vicious brute threw me onto the bed, his predatory eyes hypnotic as he stalked toward me, hand reaching for my throat.

I felt Leszek’s fingers slide across my neck, sharp nails grazing the skin, lightning coursing through my body, but nothing could make me look away from his burning gaze, even as his grip tightened to the edge of pain.

‘Why, Sara, why aren’t you cowering in fear? I am a god, little Firefly, an unfeeling immortal, able to snuff out your existence with a thought. I dispense death and suffering, the antithesis of everything you are.’

He held my throat, and despite his tightening grip, I refused to look away, smirking at his pathetic attempt to frighten me, the fire in his eyes raging with desire. No anger or hate could live within that intensity, and I answered from the depths of my soul.

‘Do it. If you think I could harm you, do it. I’m not afraid of you. Are you looking for an excuse to reject me? Fine. I won’t force you to fuck me, so just say it, and I will walk away. I will find another man to scratch this itch, to take what should be yours, if you…’ I said, pushing him away, only to gasp when Leszek grabbed the front of my dress, ripping it apart.

‘Reject you? You are mine, little seer. You may not be afraid, but I am. I lived for millennia, alone, in darkness, content and unafraid, but now… now I fear to live a single day without the light of your soul.’ Grasping the tattered remnants of my dress, he pulled me forward, claiming my lips in a passionate kiss.

My moan as his tongue invaded my mouth made Leszek shiver, my teeth nipping and goading him into action, but even now, unrestrained, my lover didn’t hurt me, his raw ardour fuelling my need.

‘Such a tease. You couldn’t even bruise my skin with them.’ He said, pulling away, and I couldn’t help but glance at his sharp teeth. His lips returned to my lips, kissing along my jaw and down my neck, pausing over the rapid pulse, nipping it lightly, worshipping my skin, leaving a warmth that tingled with magic.

Something was bubbling beneath the surface, calling to me. Something powerful, enticing, and magical. Acting on instinct, I slid my hand over Leszek’s chest, seeking and coaxing it forward.

Leszek groaned, his eyes burning with emerald fire, and I wasn’t sure who was trembling more, our craving driving us beyond endurance.

When his mouth captured my nipple, I cried out in pleasure, arching my body, moaning as my fingers traced over the dark lines that appeared on his body, swirling and burning beneath my touch.

‘Again, Sara, bring it back again. Let me feel the power they took from me,’ Leszek murmured. Pain and longing coarsened his voice, but oh god, his touch, so exquisite and masterful, drove me wild, and I obeyed, relying on instincts I didn’t understand, coaxing the patterns on his skin to life, drawing forth more as I caressed his body, not knowing when he’d removed his shirt or how.

‘What is it, this feeling, the patterns?’ I asked, unable to ignore the strange phenomenon before another moan took my breath away as his fingers tore away my underwear.

‘My magic, my power. Given up to save my kind from humans, the true Guardian of the Forest. I don’t know what you did, but where it leads, I will follow.’ This possessive, passionate, yet tender kiss left me begging for more, even as Leszek resumed his slow, delicious journey down my body until he lavished his full attention between my thighs.

As his soft beard brushed over my skin, I spread my legs further, hands reaching down, fingers tangling in the dark auburn hair that had fascinated me since I’d first seen it, and taking firm hold, I moaned softly at the pleasure he offered.

‘I want to taste you.’ He murmured, breath whispering over my naked flesh, as he leaned back, lifted my foot, and trailed his lips from my toes back toward where he’d started while I melted from the pleasure.

‘You are overdressed.’ I said, looking down, feeling the urge to see him naked, with my leg draped over his shoulder. Leszek laughed, reaching for his belt, before stepping out of his trousers, and a moment later, he was completely naked. He was a work of art, and I couldn’t get enough of his chiselled features and glorious muscles, my gaze sliding over his hairy chest down the narrowing line until it disappeared, hidden by my body.

‘Oh my god,’ I croaked, mouth as dry as any desert as I strained to look lower. His magic, the scent of oak and elder, filled the room, commanding my submission, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

‘Yes, your god, my Lady, and I find your impatience very flattering.’ He teased, standing slowly. I let my foot trail over his chest slowly before it fell to the bed, and I propped myself onto my elbows.

‘I want to see all of you.’

‘But of course, how could I deny you?’ He said without even trying to hide his smirk. Then he straightened up, exposing himself to me.

My mouth watered. I had seen my share of cocks, big, small, curvy, and damaged; the downside to my work, but Leszek’s was simply beautiful… and massive. I gulped loudly.

‘I want to taste you, too. Please let me…’ My breathy plea goaded him to action.

‘Not yet, sweet Lady. I want to lose myself in your pleasure.’ My surprised squeak as Leszek grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the end of the bed was answered by the most delicious evil chuckle before his mouth descended between my thighs, the tickling caress of his beard brushing between my folds. I shuddered with pleasure and felt the vibration of my lover’s laughter.

‘You like my beard, do you? How else can I add to your pleasure?’ he asked, repeating the move and sliding a finger against my entrance, making me buck, trying to push it inside, but Leszek held me down, refusing to allow it, and I felt his tongue trail through my parted lips. I moaned and tilted my hips, unable to do anything but wanting, needing more. No longer fighting for control, I submitted to this delicious debauchery. His tongue circled my clit before he gently kissed it, surrounding the sensitive nub and lightly sucking on it, and I couldn’t control my body any longer, panting and thrashing out of control, praying for release.

‘My name, sweet lover, scream my name so the entire world knows you belong to the Leshy. Let my name be on your lips as your world dissolves into bliss, Sara.’ His words urged me on, and a vision of this magnificent god, antlers alight with emerald fire, muscled body glistening, exploded in my mind as I screamed his name. Waves of pleasure engulfed me, washing away everything except my Leshy, mesmeric magic swirling around him, man and beast united into one glorious whole and with a single whispered ‘Leshy,’ I wished the vision to be real.

Breathless, with the waves of my orgasm receding, I opened my eyes, blinking at the sight before me, wondering if I was still lost in joy. Leszek was glowing. Confusion overtook my thoughts as my lover moved, standing up, still gleaming, and brushed the tip of his cock against my wet opening. We weren’t done, even if I wasn’t sure I could survive another orgasm like the last, but after that much ecstasy, I was willing to try.

‘Ohh, is it your turn, my lover?’ I moaned, rocking my hips.

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