A History of Hexing

by Evie Wilde

  “I get that, but it’s not easy for me. Yeah, I know we have this bond, but I need you to understand it’s going to take time for me to have that level of trust where I just open up.” He finally placed his hand on mine, and we both relaxed. “There are some things in my past I would rather leave there and never talk about. But Sonny being here has changed that.”

  “You used the term witchdoctor,” I said. “I've heard it before in passing, but I never thought anything of it.”

  “Honestly,” Kyler began, “witchdoctor is just a shitty way to describe a medicine man. You’ve probably heard them called shaman as well. It’s basically all the same thing.”

  “Sonny’s not a warlock?” I asked. “Why’s he in class? Where’s he from?”

  Kyler shook his head. “Sonny’s considered a medicine man, someone who is knowledgeable about the magical and chemical potencies of various substances, like medicines, and has mastered the skill of administering medicines through certain kinds of rituals.”

  “So, it’s magic through medicine?” I asked. “Sounds simple enough.”

  “Exactly,” Kyler said. “In the states, medicine men are usually associated with Native-American culture, but they can be found all over the world and usually are members of local aborigines. And they are not always males.”

  “In class, I noticed he didn’t carry a wand but did notice a small pouch attached to his belt. Is that where he keeps his medicines?” I shrugged. “What are his skills meant to cure or heal?”

  “Yes, and his pouch is always full.” Kyler gently squeezed my leg. “He spends countless hours developing those medicines and even more hours perfecting the ritual. There are about a third less medicine men as there are witches and warlocks in the world. Depending on a medicine man’s skills, he can cure just about any ailment, including hexes and spells.”

  “I guess all those hours they spend alone explains why I've never run into one.” I tried to gauge Kyler’s anger before continuing. “He seemed nice enough.”

  “Give him time,” Kyler said. “Throughout history, medicine people were charged with preventing or even healing physical and mental illnesses people had.”

  “Sounds like a priest performing an exorcism,” I said.

  “Close.” Kyler finally turned and looked at me. “They’re also used to rid society of things we could do without, like murder and other things that throw the balance of life into chaos. And trust me, he doesn’t follow all the rules.”

  “Where did he learn the trade, or are medicine men born with the power?” I slipped my hand under Kyler’s and our fingers intertwined. He shifted on the couch cushion, and I noticed the bulge between his legs. His anger was obviously subsiding.

  “It’s rare for someone to be born with the power of a medicine man. The really good ones, like Sonny, are recommended, and then they go through an initiation that lasts months if not years. Some may learn the power through apprenticeships.” Kyler released my hand and slid his palm up my leg, stopping inches from my crotch. Inside, I smiled.

  “Then what’s he doing here?” I asked. “I mean, why the Enchanted Academy; why not somewhere that teaches his kind?” I dropped my hand between his legs, and my fingers brushed against his bulge. He cleared his throat, and I felt his cock pulse.

  “That’s a question I didn’t stick around to find out,” he said. “All I know is I’ve been trying to avoid him since the last time we met. I thought I was rid of him.” He moved his hand higher and pressed against me.

  “What did he do to you?” I asked. I squeezed his cock, and he took a deep breath.

  “It’s not what he did to me, but what we did to someone else.” Kyler rubbed his face with his free hand, his other hand pressing against me. I wondered what he would think if he knew how wet I had become. How wet he made me when he was close.

  “Dude, don’t worry about it,” Dash said through the crack in the open door.

  Kyler jerked his hand away and moved his leg, laying a throw pillow on his lap. “The fuck, Dash? Close the fucking door.”

  “Don’t get your panties in a wad,” Dash said. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Doesn’t matter what happened, man. You’re safe here. The academy vetted us all and will continue to do so. You’re fine.”

  “Shut the door, Dash,” I said and he frowned, moving back like a hurt puppy. “They care about you. Just like I do.”

  “Like you do?” Kyler questioned.

  “Well, sort of,” I said with a smile. I removed the pillow from his lap and tossed it over the couch. The bulge remained. “I think you’re happy to see me.”

  Kyler chuckled. “I think you’re right. What gave it away?”

  I moved from my seat and straddled his lap, catching him completely off guard. His hard-on pressed against me, and I moaned, causing his eyes to light up. It was as if he had no idea he could excite a woman. I pressed down on his lap, the wetness growing between my legs.

  Kyler put his hands on my hips and stumbled over his words before pulling me in for a kiss. If he were as inexperienced as it seemed, his kiss gave no indication. I opened my mouth when he opened his, the two of us sharing a delicious exchange, his tongue wasting no time in exploring.

  “I love you, Cass.”

  “I love you, Kyler.”

  His bulge repeatedly pushed against me, wanting to escape, wanting to find the place it needed to be, the place I wanted it to be and had wanted for months. His fingers fumbled with the hem of my shirt, raising it over my head. Still kissing him, still lost in the mesmerizing taste of his lips, I released my bra and dropped it to the floor.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said.

  I pressed down and moved my hips in a circle, his hands delicately playing with my breasts, euphoria building in my soul. Kyler’s hands were much gentler than either Dash’s or Braeden’s, treating me as if he were sculpting a piece of art.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, and I leaned my head back, my breasts in his face, teasing him. He moved his wet, hot mouth around my left breast, his hunger for me growing with every nibble. My mind struggled to stay in control, elation sending me into Kyler’s every desire.

  Kyler moved a hand between my legs, his fingers wet from my juices soaking through my panties. I opened my eyes to see him placing those fingers in his mouth, tasting me, his smile solidifying the delectable taste.

  “I want you inside me,” I said, and backed away. I stood in front of Kyler, and he placed his hands on my hips again. He pushed my pants to the floor and shook his head at the sight of my drenched panties. “Satisfied?”

  “Not yet,” he said, needful. He reached far between my legs and grabbed my ass, the thong bikini giving him free access to my bare ass. As his hand came forward, his middle finger glided blissfully between my cheeks, the finger then pressing against my panties and between my pussy lips. I moaned, so anxious for him to be inside me.

  I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband, but Kyler pushed my hands away, replacing my thumbs with his. He kissed my drenched panties, and I lewdly gyrated against his mouth, a vulgar want growing inside me. “Fuck me, Kyler. Please fuck me.”

  As he slowly, teasingly slow, pulled my panties down my legs, he slashed his tongue between my legs, his decadent act causing my legs to part further. But it was truly the assault of his warm mouth kissing at my thighs that sent my mind and body spiraling. Every kiss sent titillating pulses to my pussy.

  I couldn’t take it anymore, wanting, desiring his dick inside me. I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to steady myself and failing miserably. “I can’t wait, Kyler. Put it in me.”

  Kyler moved me back and stood, removing his shirt and pants, freeing himself for me to see. I had decided months ago when it happened between Kyler and I that it needed to be different than with Dash and Braeden.

  I kissed his delicious lips and moved to his chest, placing my hands on his hips as I went to my knees, his cock bouncing against my chin. He ran his fingers through my hair and mo
aned loudly when I took him into my mouth, the first time I’d ever had a man’s cock between my lips.

  At first it was very awkward, my teeth often scraping skin. Kyler flinched but never pulled out. Then I hit a savory rhythm, moving him in and out as I moved my hand up and down. I thought the whole thing would be gross, but the more I sucked and prodded him, the wetter I became. And then for no reason other than the sensuousness of the moment, I reached between my legs and slid my fingers across my clit, the sensation rapturous.

  Kyler placed a finger beneath my chin and raised my head, wanting me to stand. From the feel of his gentle spasms, I thought he was ready to come.

  I stood in front of Kyler, and he kissed me, deep and sensual, breathing in my soul. He then sat on the couch and patted his lap. I knew what he wanted because I wanted the same.

  I straddled his lap again and reached between us, guiding his thick cock between my legs. Kyler pulled me forward and hungrily sucked my nipples, the engorged tips throbbing with need. I rested my chin on his head while he devoured me, his lips moving from my nipples to my neck and then back to my nipples again, a carnal darkness consuming my sexual desire.

  Moving slow, I lowered onto Kyler, and we both let out a long moan. At first, we just enjoyed the contact, satisfied with slow, erotic movements, but then things became hurried, rough, hot and sweaty. Kyler bucked as I came down, his mouth attacking my bouncing breasts. I came hard, and my body swayed as if I were floating on clouds. Then a warm jet filled me, and Kyler’s eyes squeezed shut, his body stiff and tense.

  We fell to the couch, side by side, looking into each other's eyes. Kyler kissed my forehead and nose and then my lips, his breath still warm and inviting.

  “Everything I thought it would be with you,” he said. He moved a few stray hairs away from my face and kissed me again. I placed my leg over his and felt his cock press against my opening.

  “I knew it would be amazing,” I said. “I never had a doubt, Kyler.”

  “I think we’re good now,” he said. “I was worried we’d never get around to it.”

  “And now you’ll never want to stop,” I said playfully. “So, you’ll walk out with a smile on your face?”

  “I will, and if you don’t get dressed, I’ll walk out with a hard-on.”

  We spent the next few minutes kissing and touching, exploring freely, our bodies together. Kyler then moved over me.

  “You know about the fall festival dance?” he asked.

  “Yeah, Ruby and I were talking about it last night.”

  “The guys and I want to take you as our date,” Kyler said. “What do you think?”

  I rolled Kyler over and rested my chin on his chest. “I think it’s a fabulous idea.”

  “Cool.” He kissed my nose. “One other thing you need.”

  “Yeah?”

  He smiled and turned me over, laying me back and spreading my legs. “You need to come.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Cassandra

  I stepped from the shower, and the excitement of the fall festival dance made me practically float on air. It had been three weeks since Kyler asked me to go with him and the guys, something they were calling an official date. I decided no girl should have to wait until she was twenty for her first date.

  “You’re running behind,” Ruby said through the closed bathroom door. “We’re going to miss all the fun.”

  “It’s okay. We’re supposed to meet them there anyway. Guys are always late.” I stood in front of the mirror and studied my naked body as I wrapped a towel around my hair. Though I hadn't changed on the outside, the inside was a different story. Dash, Braeden, and then Kyler. What more could a girl ask for? Oliver, that was what I could ask for.

  I dried my hair while wondering what the night would be like. Did I dance with them one at a time, or did we create our own little mosh pit? No one had ever shown me their dance moves, and I really doubted any of them had moves. I was kind of guessing Kyler would be the best dancer of the group. There was something about his ties with nature and the universe that made me think he would be free flowing on a dance floor. The other guys would certainly be jealous if he showed them up.

  In my bedroom, Ruby was already dressed and waiting, her tight, one-piece outfit meant to draw as many stares as possible. “You’re going to kill it tonight,” I said. “You’re fucking stunning.”

  “I wouldn’t go that far. But I hope so!”

  She’d promised to do my hair to make sure the guys would struggle to keep their hands to themselves. I honestly didn’t think my hair would make any difference. They never kept their hands to themselves regardless of what I wore or how I did my hair.

  “Have a seat, and let's get this done,” she said. “Horny guys are waiting for us.”

  I wrapped a towel around me and sat at the desk while Ruby stood behind me. The mirror on the wall in front of us had been a gift from Oliver a few weeks ago. He told me it was important I see the beauty they saw in me.

  “You remember Brett, the guy in the bookstore?” Ruby asked. I watched her through the mirror as she brushed my hair. “What do you think of him? He’s kinda cute, right?”

  “He’s in one of our classes, right?” I asked. “He’s a little quiet but hot as hell.” I watched her facial expression, trying to figure out why she was asking. Then a smile formed at the corner of her mouth. “What about the other guy and the great long-distance relationship you have?”

  “Don’t even ask,” Ruby interrupted. “He called a few weeks ago and told me the long-distance thing wasn’t working out for him. He said he needed a break from our relationship.”

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I should have known.”

  Ruby waved me off. “Don’t be sorry. I’m good with it. It really wasn’t working for me either. I just needed someone to tell me.” She chuckled. “I told him a permanent break was in order. It was getting weird anyway. He was sending me pictures of him doing things.”

  “TMI.” I thought about my guys and wondered if they were doing the thing Ruby’s ex was doing in the pictures. I supposed as long as they were doing it while thinking of me then that was okay. “So, tell me more about Brett.”

  “I stopped in the bookstore last week, and out of the blue he asked me if I’d be interested in a dance at the fall festival.” She brushed my hair faster, the thought of Brett exciting her. “I think he was trying to ask me out on a date.”

  “You said yes, right?” I asked. “Of course you did.”

  Ruby nodded. “But there’s something I have to confess,” she said. “And don’t laugh. It’s hard enough telling anyone.”

  “Okay,” I said, a little worrisome. I wasn’t exactly the queen of proper relationship etiquette.

  “I’ve only ever been with one guy.” Ruby let that hang in the air for a moment.

  “Meaning you’ve only ever had sex with one guy?”

  “Meaning I’ve only ever dated one guy, and he was the only guy I’ve had sex with.” Ruby shrugged and then finished my hair. “Fucking gorgeous,” she said.

  “You’re wondering what to do if he wants more than a dance,” I said. “That’s what you’re worried about.”

  “Exactly. Because if he does, I don’t know what I’ll say or do. It’s got me a little spooked.”

  “I’ve learned with the guys that I have to follow my heart. I know that way of thinking gets people hurt, but I’d rather be hurt than never know.” I turned my head left and right. “Amazing job.”

  “I laid out something sexy on the bed for you,” Ruby said. “You need to work on your wardrobe. Not everything in your closet can be for battle.”

  “Says the girl who doesn’t know what to do if Brett makes his move,” I said. I held up the dark-purple, skin-tight jeans.”

  “You have a nice ass,” Ruby said. “You should show it off.”

  I slipped on the white, sleeveless shirt next to the jeans and then shimmied into the pants. “I think my circulation has been stopped.”

/>   “What if he wants to do more than dance?” Ruby asked.

  “Go with what your heart and gut are telling you,” I said. “If you’re sexually attracted to him why not do that?”

  “I am; that’s the problem,” she said. “And I definitely want to. Those eyes and big smile make me want to eat him up.”

  “You’ve gone down on a guy, right? So, if that’s what Brett wants.”

  “As long as he’s willing to reciprocate, then yeah, I’ll suck his cock. But it’s not going to be a one-lane road. I’ve got needs too.”

  “I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me about Brett.” I stared at Ruby and crossed my arms. “That’s what I thought. Out with it.”

  “Okay.” Ruby curled her bottom lip inward, nervous. “I stopped by his dorm one evening. His roommate was gone, but the door was unlocked. I knocked, but he didn’t answer. He knew I was stopping by to get notes from a class I missed, so I went in.”

  “Shit, Ruby, what did you do?”

  “I heard the shower and then I got curious.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “I did. I quietly walked to the bathroom and opened the door. The shower door had yet to mist over.” Ruby shook her head. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

  “Okay, how about this. We need a secret signal in case you’re coming back to the room with him.” I hooked my arm around Ruby’s and led her to the door. “I got it,” I said and opened the door. “Pat your ass three times if you’re going to use the room, and I’ll head to one of the guys’ room. Make sure you come here and not his place.”

  Ruby closed the door behind us. “Sounds like a plan.” We headed down the empty hall. “But what if he’s too big?”

  “Go slow, and it’ll be okay. I promise.”

  We crossed the courtyard and headed toward the forest behind the campus where the dance was taking place. The fall festival committee had kept us all away from the forest while they decorated. They wanted the entire thing to be a surprise. They had gone as far as casting a cloaking spell around the area so the surprise would stay hidden. If you weren’t on the committee you weren’t getting through.