Page 17 of Trickery

Chapter Six

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, entwined, exhausted. Willow had no idea how long they slept but when she awoke she was hungry. And not for food.

She realized right away she was no longer constrained by his spell. She could move around as she wished. Her first thought was of escape.

But then she looked at him.

Looked down on his beautiful face, so peaceful, so appealing, in repose. And she couldn’t sneak away. She just couldn’t.

She nestled closer and kissed his neck, his hard, delicious neck, imbued as it was with his scent. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him, the way his skin molded to her mouth as she sucked on him there. He groaned a little in his sleep and rolled over onto his back.

She took immediate advantage. Twining coils of her magic around his wrists and ankles, she bound him, stretched him before her like a feast. She loved the way he’d tormented her last night. With magic tongues lapping at her sanity. She wondered how he’d respond to similar treatment.

With a flare of anticipation, she tightened the bonds. And then she began to explore him. He was exquisite. She started at his neck, because it fascinated her, and then drifted down to his chest. His pecs were hard and his belly flat. His abs were like a washboard.

As she petted him, she played with him, experimenting with little sinews of magic, as he’d used on her. She liked the feeling. For even as she stroked him, she stroked herself, stoking his arousal on the other end of the taut tether. She added another thread. And another, testing her talent, her focus. Soon she had sinuous slivers slithering over his body, under his body, in his body…

She knew the very moment he awoke.

It was—a great coincidence—the very moment a naughty stalk nudged his asshole.

His eyes flew open. He tried to lunge up, lunge away from her impish invader, but he couldn’t move.

“Willow!” he bellowed but she simply laid a finger on his lips. They clamped shut. He tried to bellow some more but had to swallow the words.

Yes. She could silence him as effectively as he silenced her.

She sat back and clasped her hands together, watching the colorful curls of magic torment his flesh. She saw, felt, his response to the tingling trails. He shuddered and shivered and flinched as they tasted him. She tasted him.

It was divine.

She focused her attention on that one wayward wraith, the one toying at his ass. She captured his gaze and held it as she pressed in. His nostrils flared. “Oh. Do you like that?” she whispered. Slowly, insidiously, she increased her girth, tasting him, testing him. She eased the engorged probe out and thrust it in again. And again. He whimpered and threw back his head.

Even as she tormented his trembling asshole, she turned her attention to another whorl, a fat, harsh fist. She wrapped it around his cock and tugged once, twice. He arched into it.

It was a scrumptious sight, Damien writhing, panting, thrusting his cock into her magical grip. She fashioned one stream, like a thick tongue, and lapped at the tip of his cock. Sucked it in. With another, she nipped at his nipples, fondled his balls, played with his pucker. She loved this. She could do it all. Taste it all, give him all. All at the same time.

But her body ached, had for so long. She needed the feel of him in her, soaking her with his cum.

As much as she’d loved what he’d done last night, she’d missed that. She’d missed his cum in her.

She levered a leg over his hips and, allowing all the other tendrils to continue their teasing, she guided his cock to her entrance. His muscles seized as she prepared to mount him.

He shook his head. “Mo! Mo!” he cried.

Pity he was gagged.

Wildly, he thrust his head toward the door, tried to buck her off. Fought to break free. Reclaim his dominance.

She did not allow it.

She slipped down on his cock and he stilled as she encased him. Like a stallion, he blew a harsh breath out through his nose. Sighed.

She sighed too. The feel of his cock inside her, wrapped in magic, was astounding. She willed the coil, the one twined around him, to undulate. It surged and rolled and stroked him, stroked her at the same time.

Without even thinking, she commanded new vines. They twined and writhed across his body and then began crawling up hers. Ah! Delight as one nudged then lapped at her clit. Another wound across her breast to pluck at her nipples. Yet another made the dark and treacherous journey into her quivering ass.

She was filled. Filled completely. As was he.