He leaned back and in one motion, pulled her short skirt over her hips and down her legs. Fortunately, there was elastic in the waistband, so he didn’t have to tear it. She reached for his zipper. Before she could get it down, he freed the button and in seconds, his jeans lay on the floor next to her skirt. He grabbed his shirt hem, pulled it over his head and tossed the shirt across the room.
Morgaine lay in a pile of tattered clothes, so he raised her up an inch and pulled out the remnants of her blouse and bra, sending them to the floor as well. Finally, they were both gloriously naked.
Sly caressed her from her ribs to her waist down to her sensitive thighs. He slid his hand around to cup her bottom and squeezed. She shivered from the thrill.
His eyes were molten. He leaned over her breasts again. His tongue swiped one taut nipple and Morgaine jumped. Her ultra-sensitized nerve endings sprang to life wherever he touched, licked, or caressed her.
He sucked hard, pulling more of her breast into his mouth. She arched and moaned. “Oh, Goddess, yes.” She greedily tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his head closer. When he had thoroughly ravaged one breast, he gave the same amount of attention to the other.
Meanwhile, his hand roamed freely over her lower half. Touching her everywhere, but not in that special spot. Morgaine was half out of her mind with wanting him. All of him. Inside her, pounding hard, quelling the ache.
At last, he took possession of her mouth, and his fingers found her clit at the same time. She gasped and the vacuum sealed their lips together. They kissed and groped frantically.
Finally, Morgaine couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please, Sly. Now. I need you inside me. Ihaveto feel you.”
He didn’t hesitate. He positioned his thick cock at her entrance. She was wet and slick and more than ready for him. He plunged deep inside in one thrust and held her for a moment. She sighed with pure relief.
He let out a deep breath too. “Jesus, Morgaine. You feel so good.”
“You too,” she whispered.
With that, he began his rhythm. He thrust hard and fast, causing Morgaine’s pulse to race. “Oh, yes, that’s it,” she encouraged.
He cupped her ass and drove himself deeper, pounding into her and obliterating reality. She savored the sensations, clinging to him with her arms and legs. Before she expected it, her inner muscles clenched. As she cried out in blissful release, a pulsating orgasm ripped through her.
Sly didn’t let up. He continued to piston into her, unleashing his own desire. He possessed her. Not only did it turn her inside out, but it also made her hotter and wetter for him. Perspiration broke out on her forehead as she built to another fevered peak.
“Come with me, Sly. Please. I need to feel you come.”
It took no more than her request. He let out a low groan and her name ripped from his lips as he jerked with his own release. Warmth shot inside her as he climaxed, which sparked anotherorgasm of her own. She spasmed and shook, her inner muscles milking him of every last drop.
At last, they collapsed and lay panting, still connected. Morgaine knew that part of them would remain connected. She felt him in her soul.
Sly, Gwyneth and Morgaine watched the clear liquid drip, drip, drip out of the copper pipe and splash into the nearly full glass jar.
“I thought this was whiskey,” Sly said. “It looks more like vodka.” The smell of ethanol had overwhelmed him as soon as he’d opened the false wall. Now it was beginning to dissipate but he wondered if it was wafting upstairs.
“I know y’all expected it to be brown or amber colored, and it will be by the time it’s ready for sale, but we thought we’d try the spell on the purest form first.”
Morgaine smiled. “We can call it Vampire Vodka if this spell works.” She bumped Sly playfully.
He put an arm around her and kissed her temple. “From your lips to G…the Goddess’s ears.”
“Now you’re getting it.” She nipped his ear, and he growled low.
Gwyneth folded her arms. “If all y’all can pay as firm attention to the spell as to each other, this should work just fine.”
The new lovers chuckled.
“Okay, I think we’ve got enough,” Morgaine said. She picked up an empty Mason jar and swapped it for the nearly full one. She set the clear liquid on the floor between them and held out her hands. Gwyneth grasped one and Sly the other, then Gwyneth and Sly joined hands so the three of them made a triangle around the liquid.
“Sly, just concentrate on the outcome y'all want while Morgaine and I chant the spell.”
He had purposely waited until his blood lust was back in full force to measure the success of the spell. He tried not to think of its failure.
"Wait just a doggone minute,” Gwyneth said. “It might help if we had the spell."
Morgaine chuckled and let go of her hand. "Good thinking."
