But why would he want to? I’m all about consent, and as soon as he gives me his, I’m going to fuck his tight ass until he’s screaming my name.
I continue to rub myself, relishing the delicious friction of my jeans against my hard cock.
“Bend over, you sexy sphynx. Spread those ass cheeks.” I take a step closer as Ethan darts to the side, his hands still raised.
His cock still hangs flaccidly between his legs. What would it take to get it hard? My mouth? My hands? Maybe I’ll let him fuck my ass. I don’t normally like giving up control, but for him, I will.
“SNAP OUT OF IT!” Ethan begins to clap his hands in front of my face, and I playfully growl at him.
I don’t know what type of foreplay this is, but I fucking love it.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that your insides get rearranged,” I tell him, slowly advancing.
“That’s super disturbing,” Ethan tells me. “But the only person going near my ass is Izzy with a strap-on. It’s kind of a fantasy of mine.” He pauses and stares at me in wide-eyed horror. “Why did I just say that out loud? Oh god. I must be under some truth spell.”
What the fuck is he rambling on about?
“Your mouth can be better used elsewhere.” I reach for the zipper on my pants.
“No offense, dude, but I would rather stab my own eye out than suck your cock.” He shakes his head and lunges swiftly to the right.
I pivot on my heel to continue watching him. Then, abruptly, he drops to the ground, and my eyes land on the object directly behind him.
Well, well, well…
What do we have here?
I’ve never seen such a sexy lamppost before.
I swagger forward and gently caress her thin body. Then, my heart hammering in the general vicinity of my throat, I lean forward to lick her smooth skin.
“You’re so fucking sexy, light of my life.” I tug my cock out of the confines of my jeans and begin to stroke myself, base to tip. “I’m going to cover you in my cum. You’ll like that, won't you? Be my good little slut and take it.”
I begin to stroke myself even faster as I rake my hungry gaze over her thin body. And those fucking bulbs at the top… My god. She’s going to kill me. So fucking sexy.
“When I got a notification that some of my spells have been activated, I didn’t expect to seethis,” a voice says from behind me, and a cold chill washes over me.
All at once, the lust dissipates.
What the…?
I stare at my hand wrapped around my cock in alarm. Then at the lamppost. Then at the garbage can I was dry humping earlier. Then at Ethan, who stands a short distance away, his mouth agape.
Fuck.
I release my now flaccid dick and shove it back into my pants so quickly, I’ll be surprised if I don’t get chafed.
A mixture of anger and embarrassment ripples through me as I spin to face the intruder.
A familiar red-headed woman stands before us, her arms crossed over her chest and an impish smirk on her lips. I recognize her instantly—the Maiden.
She volleys her gaze between the two of us as one eyebrow arches. “You two are here to see Izzy, aren’t you?” Without another word, she turns on her heel and moves in the direction of the front entrance. She takes a few steps before pausing and asking, “Are you coming or not?”
I exchange a glance with Ethan—before instantly looking away when I remember what I said to him. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to show my face around him again.
Hopefully Izzy won’t be too angry with me if I kill him.
Twenty-Three
