Page 41 of Magic and Medicine

‘I’m sorry, Sara, but I didn’t make you scream loud enough, and I’m a man who delivers on a promise.’ He said, a wicked, masculine smile on his lips as he slowly pushed inside me. I didn’t know whether to laugh at his cockiness or admire his control. Instead, I relaxed, shivering with anticipation. Leszek took his time, possessing my body completely, wiping away coherent thought. I threw back my head, grasping futilely at the sheets, feeling deliciously and completely filled.

‘Look at me, Firefly. I want to see your eyes when I ravage you.’ Leszek’s command, more growl than speech, was issued through clenched teeth. I looked at him, this marvel of a man whose contours shimmered and changed before my eyes. His body became bigger, bulkier, and wilder than I ever thought possible, growing antlers before my eyes. I was being fucked by a man, no, a god, with golden fireflies dancing within his extraordinary crown, but nothing mattered except for him buried inside me.

The urge to whimper made me bite my lip, and as I focused on Leszek’s face, the memory of countless dreams emerged. ‘Leshy… I dreamt of this moment.’

‘Because you are my destiny, little seer. You were and will always be mine.’ The finality and absolute certainty in the statement felt irrevocable, and I felt compelled to answer.

‘Yes, Leshy. I am yours.’ Desire and joy danced in his eyes as he slowly withdrew, poised inside my entrance. With a single push, he drove forward, the exquisite torment driving me wild, and I rocked my hips, determined to take everything he had, matching his passion with my own. Each movement made my muscles tighten, increasing the pressure building inside me.

‘Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Leshy, yes!’ I cried out, craving his wildness. His eyes changed, burning with the emerald flames of his power, as he gripped my hips with bruising force.

‘Until you beg me to stop, Sara!’ Leszek snarled, and all hell broke loose. His shaft relentlessly drove into me as I screamed his name over and over, falling apart beneath him.

When he leaned down, teeth grazing my engorged nipple, I grasped his antlers, now solid in my hands, magic so thick I could taste it, my skin too tight, unable to contain my spirit as my climax surged, devastating and total, triggering my lover’s passion, Leszek roaring as he came, exploding inside my welcoming body.

‘Mine to love,’ The words, half heard as I caught my breath, warmed a place in my heart I didn’t know was cold. When I opened my eyes, watching this beautiful man as he held himself above me, careful not to crush me with his body, he looked at me as if waiting for my answer, and my heart lurched in response. Leszek was asking for consent to love me.

I didn’t hesitate, answering with a single word. ‘Always.’

His to love. Just thinking that left me smiling and reaching up to stroke his bearded cheek, using the soft bristles to pull him down for a tender kiss, wanting more than the physical connection of our bodies.

‘Did I scream loud enough for my horned god?’ I asked, trailing my hand through the hair on his chest, enjoying his shiver of pleasure.

‘Sara, it wasn’t supposed to be like that… I didn’t hurt or scare you, did I? My primal form… was lost to me when they created the Nether.’ He said, and I marvelled at how such a powerful man could sound so unsure.

‘When we met, the very first time. You looked at me like I was a cockroach, but I saw you, eldritch god, antlers and all. I might not know what I saw, but it was beautiful. You were beautiful, and I’m glad I could return it to you. I have no idea how, but wow it, no, you were amazing. Besides, your antlers are handy. I can guide you like my own naughty reindeer.’ I said, and his body shook with laughter. Tentatively, I reached out and stroked his cheek again. Laughing like this, he no longer looked like a heartless Crime Lord, more like a man who’d found peace.

‘It wasn’t my most stellar moment,’ He said, and I shook my head.

‘You silly man. Leshy, it was perfect, and… I’m yours to love.’ I wanted to reaffirm my feelings in the cold light of day because we both needed to know it wasn’t just a moment of passion. His lips were on mine the moment I finished, and the shaft that had softened inside me hardened again.

Before I knew it, we’d moved, and I was sitting astride Leszek’s lap, mewling as the movement ignited my desire, my personal god of mischief flashing a radiant smile and slapping my arse.

‘You are mine, Sara and I will always be yours. Now show me how well you can ride your naughty reindeer.’

‘Oh really, you want your poor, tired woman to do all the work?’ I said, rocking my hips and squeezing my muscles.

Leszek’s groan was all the encouragement I needed, and leaning forward, I brushed my nipples over the velvety fur covering his impressive chest as I increased the pace. ‘What else can you do?’ I asked, teasing as I kissed my lover’s ear. ‘Can you change into a cat?’ The amount of body hair beneath my fingertips gave me so many ideas.

‘No, not a cat… a wolf… and a bear. Sara, please.’ Leszek moaned, grasping my hips when I paused, the tip of his cock held in my entrance. I was trembling, my body yearning to be full, but I wanted to tease him a moment longer.

‘Oh, we will have a lot of fun with that. Do you change completely or partially like now?’ It was strangely hot to interrogate this powerful man whilst teasing him with my body and looking at Leszek’s expression; he was enjoying the role reversal, too.

‘Just part… stop teasing me, woman.’

‘Hmm, what part? I want more fur. Fuck, I love this.’ Shuddering, I couldn’t help sliding down his shaft, savouring the slow friction, my nipples still brushing over his chest, sending wicked sparks along my spine. I could feel my climax building with luscious languor, but I wanted to keep questioning him, seeing my man so beautifully undone and at the end of his tether.

‘Fur, teeth, anything and everything for you, Sara.’ He hissed, bucking under me, the sudden movement breaking my focus, crashing through my body in a powerful wave. I couldn’t move any more, my inner walls contracting, milking his shaft as he thrashed under me. His climax hit me, driving my own wave of release, and I collapsed against his chest, too far gone to do anything except drift on the clouds of pleasure while his arms held me tight.

‘I can’t lose you, Sara. You are my miracle.’ I heard him whisper, gently stroking my back as I relaxed into his warm embrace.

Leszek fumbled with the covers, his struggles dislodging his manhood, and a wave of fluid followed, soaking the bed. ‘How much did you pump into me?’ I murmured in disbelief, and he chuckled, pulling the covers over us.

‘All of my longing for you, sweet Firefly. Sleep, darling, you need it. We will worry about the bed tomorrow,’ he said with a deep, contented sigh, and I felt my eyes close, mind drifting away in the safety of his arms.

Chapter twenty-three

I couldn’t tell how long I’d been staring at the ceiling, but with Sara nestled beneath my arm, her head lying on my chest, I wouldn’t be moving anytime soon, so using the time to centre myself, my thoughts turned to the unexpected effects of making love with the beautiful seer I held against my heart.

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