by Myles, Eden
God, I loved Mr. Angelus and the girls. It hurt to know I would never see them again, never touch them. Never be one of them again…
The pressure of Jason’s hands disappeared and I bobbed to the surface once more, spitting and choking. In the middle of my bathroom stood the Prince, his huge black wings full extended from wall to wall and his face contorted into a twisted, truly demonic visage of outrage. His eyes burned like candle flames and he bared long, catlike incisors. Jason hung from his upraised fist. His face was pale, his eyes bleary with fear.
“Please…I’m sorry!” he screamed into Mr. Angelus’s face, but my demonic lover only looked passively upon my would-be killer.
“And the others,” he whispered, his voice low and simmering, booming in its intensity. “What of the others you have harmed, raped…murdered?”
Jason screamed for mercy, but it did no good. Mr. Angelus burst into flames—his clothes, his wings—yet he showed no discomfort at this state. And he did not burn. Instead, the flames crawled up his arm and consumed Jason’s head, his shoulders, then his whole body until he was a writhing scarecrow made of flames. The fire was so intense, it burned him down to bones within seconds, and then ashes seconds after that, leaving Mr. Angelus aflame like a burning angel of destruction. Soon the flames burned off, leaving him radiantly beautiful once more.
I slumped back in the tub, too weak to move.
His arms were around me in seconds, holding me as if I weighed nothing at all as he carried me into the other room. I wreathed weak arms around his neck. “Th-thank you,” I choked out. “I love you.” Then I started to cry for my cat, my only companion these past few years.
He smiled down upon me, pushed my wet hair aside, and kissed me on the forehead. Setting me down on the bed, he turned to lift Miss Wiggle’s limp body into his arms. His hands glowed warmly and suddenly she shivered and came alive, mewing and swishing her tail. Mr. Angelus set her down and she leaped to her perch in the window.
I started to cry for an entirely different reason. “Yes,” I said. “Whatever you want from me—I’m ready to give it to you.”
“Good,” he whispered, reaching for my hand and lifting me unsteadily to my feet. His arms encircled me and drew me close. “Because I want a very special part of you, Teresa, and I want it now.”
* * *
Even though I could walk all right, Mr. Angelus insisted on carrying me back to Mephisto’s Waltz and all the way up the elevator to his penthouse apartment. The girls were quick to surround me in a concerned little huddle. It felt good to be with my little coven once more. I felt like I belonged here more than anywhere.
“I hope this means you’ve decided to move in,” Chelsea said, biting a thumbnail. She looked distressed that something bad had almost happened to me, and Darlene kept shifting from foot to foot. I could tell the whole thing had frightened them both on a deep level, and it made my heart swell to know they felt such concern.
“Yes,” I admitted, looking up into Mr. Angelus’s face. “I have. But there’s one more thing.”
“Anything,” Chelsea said, clapping excitedly.
“I have a cat. Miss Wiggles. Can she live with us?”
The girls squealed at that and all the unlit candles in the room sparked and burst with little flames. The room was quickly awash in golden light. A feast had been set, as it usually was in the evenings, but we all agreed we were hungry for something else entirely and retired to the bedroom. Dinner would have to wait.
“Why not tell us what you want tonight?” Chelsea suggested. She had opened up a cabinet where we kept our collection of sex toys. I had learned so much from the three of them. For instance, there was strength in numbers, and a witch’s power could be increased with sexual pleasure, which made a coven formidable to deal with. We were stronger together than we would ever be apart.
Mr. Angelus’s eyes glinted wickedly with candlelight as I lay there, cradled in his arms, his huge black wings surrounding us all. He still astonished me, but I had learned to listen to my heart as well as my instincts. I wasn’t afraid and I never would be again. “You heard them, little witch,” he said, trailing his fingers between my legs to test my dampness. “Tonight is all about you. Whatever you want. All your fantasies come true.”
I felt so loved and emboldened, the words just poured out of my mouth.
He didn’t wait. He crushed his lips against mine. Heat and electricity built between us. He kissed me until I was breathless. I ripped open his shirt to run my hands over the silky dark hair of his chest. He growled gently at my touch, clasped my hand to his heart flitting beneath the solid wall of muscle.
Then we were down on his bed, and I was red-cheeked as I explained further what I wanted him to do to me.
He laughed. “She’s so virginal…so easily embarrassed at times.”
“Hey, who are you calling a virgin, mister?” I said, grabbing his already hard, throbbing cock through his pants. He grunted as I unbuttoned his slacks. He was hard and wet against me. I could barely wrap my hand around the girth of his erection. He returned the favor by grabbing my breasts in his big hands and giving them rough squeezes. His tongue darted over my throat and he nipped at the skin as he fondled me until I could hardly breathe. His teeth closed over a nipple through the fabric of my dress and I cried out from the sudden pinch of plain and pleasure. He suckled me until I felt my clit throb and my insides turned over and seemed to melt for him.
He gripped my curves, spread my legs, and his fingers played with my sex while he sucked and bit me. His teeth went in and I cried out.
“Another mark,” he wickedly cooed.
“You didn’t have to do it again,” I laughed.
“But I enjoy marking you, little witch.” He took a handful of my hair and yanked my head forward to kiss me, his tongue painting over my teeth and warring with my tongue. “Now let us fuck you. Let us make all those fantasies come true.”
“Yes, Prince,” I said.
The coven surrounded me, held me down. The girls were both wearing strap-ons from the cache of toys. Darlene went first. “Relax, honey love,” she said, and waved her hands, making my dress disappear.
I wanted to tell her “No magic in the magic-free zone!” but her touch shut me up. Her hands slid beneath the cups of my pushup bra and easily freed my big, heavy breasts. She held them and squeezed them like they belonged to her. Her tongue danced down my throat while she fondled me. She kissed me like she wanted to crawl inside my mouth. I moaned against her lips and she moved downward, leaving little lipstick kisses down the center of my body until she reached my core. The long spirals of her afro tickled against my aching cunt.
“Open your legs,” she commanded throatily. “I want to taste that sweet honey pussy.”
I did as she asked. She clasped my knees and hooked them over her shoulders, bending to my core once more. She made approving noises as she used two fingers to peel back the lips of my sex to lick along my seeping wet seam. Her hot, flitting tongue drove the pleasure deep into my body in pulses that left me breathless and panting with anticipation. She licked and nibbled, taking her time before crawling back up my body and rubbing the hardness of her dildo against my squishy wet opening.
“That’s it, honey love, let me in. Take that big, fat dildo like the dirty little witch you are,” she grinned.
I groaned as she pushed against my opening. The others helped guide her rigid erection inside me. The hard plastic cock filled me easily; I was used to being fucked by Mr. Angelus’s monster cock. With a moan, I threw my head back on the pillows and pumped my hips.
Darlene smirked, her breasts pressing against mine as she rocked inside me, gently at first, her strong, lean hands pinning my shoulders to the bed. She bucked her hips with the power of a lifelong dancer, and I cried out at the sensation, but she only held me tighter as she gyrated her powerful dancer’s hips, each impact jarring me and rubbing delicious against my g-spot until a slow, burning pressure built. I grunted and gripped big
swaths of the bedclothes as she fucked me deliriously—a slow, sensual dance in and out of me.
“Oh, chica, I love you,” Darlene cried, her whole face lit with desire. I could tell how much she loved this, how much she meant those words. She let me go so she could skim her long, painted nails up my sides before finding my breasts and cradling them, giving my nipples hard squeezes that left me breathless while she pumped wildly in and out of me.
The first orgasm hit me hard, making my legs clutch Darlene’s head as I shook all over with ecstasy. It stoked the witchfire between us as we both gushed and climaxed together, crying out into each other’s mouth and kissing. The lights in the room flickered.
I was still trembling as Darlene licked the sweat and tears off my lips before letting Chelsea have a go at me. Chelsea, I saw, had decided to take Darlene’s advice to add to her spare curves. She was wielding a can of whipped cream and a mischievous grin and nothing else. I loved the sight of her slim, pale blonde body, her rosy nipples and butterfly tattoo. It stoked the desire even higher within me.
She turned me over onto my stomach and urged my legs wide apart, kneeling between them. I heard the grin in her voice as she said, “Sugar, you are gorgeous. Let’s make you sweeter still.” She gave my ass a friendly squeeze before squirting a dollop of whipped cream in the small of my back. The cool cream made me shiver.
“Hmmm.” She continued to knead my ass as she leaned down to lick away the cream with a quick tongue. She forced my legs further apart and dipped two fingers inside my wetness, hooking them inside my body and making me tremble and sway my hips. “Still nice and tight, just the way I like my pussy.”
She aimed the can between my legs. The next shoot of frothy cream followed my ass crack down to my sopping wet pussy. I felt cold cream dripping between my thighs and squishing beneath me. Her tongue quickly followed. I moaned and pushed my ass up as her tongue darted between my ass cheeks and danced over my asshole. She squirted more chilled cream along my labia and ass, licking it away until I was mewling and begging her to penetrate me.
“Anything you want, sugar.” She pushed the tip just past my pussy lips and squirted the last of the cool cream. I squealed in delight. She flipped over and gripped my hips in powerful hands so I was forced to straddle her face. She licked it all out, thoroughly and noisily, cream and my juices painting her nose. I fucked her face, panting wildly while she made a slow, sensual display of eating me out.
“Good lord, you two are sexy together,” Mr. Angelus said with approval, watching us fuck like two wild animals in heat from his place on the bed. His wings flitted impatiently while Chelsea finished creaming me and sucking my throbbing clit between her teeth until I cried out and came. Soon she was behind me once more, pumping deep inside my clenching cunt. We gasped as we fucked, both of us screaming and coming, gushing more wetness onto the bed.
“My turn,” Mr. Angelus growled.
I was exhilarated and yet near exhaustion when Mr. Angelus reached for me and kissed me like some feral animal. He dug his strong, sinewy fingers into my ass as he cradled me against the ever-growing erection in his trousers. He chewed on my bottom lip, pulled back, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Hands and knees. It’s time you took your master’s cock up the ass, girl,” he hissed out seductively.
Cheeks burning, I turned and dropped to my hands and knees.
“Good girl,” he said, getting behind me, then slapped my ass, hard.
I squealed. The sting of his hand was sharp and sudden. I felt a blush creep outward from my cheeks and the girls tittered. “But I was good!” I protested.
“That’s not what was in your mind,” he hissed.
“No fair. You’re using magic in the no-magic zone.”
“I’m changing the rules,” he chuckled.
I turned to the girls for support, but Darlene and Chelsea were wrestling each other down and caressing each other’s supple flesh as they watched my humiliation.
Mr. Angelus unzipped himself. Soon I felt him mounting me, his rock hard dick pressing hot and urgent between my ass cheeks. He gripped my hips, growling, “Spread your legs.”
I obeyed, but I was still sore from fucking the girls and didn’t go fast enough for his liking. He slapped my ass again. I cried out, coming against his hand as his fingers played over my well-used sex, rubbing my wetness along my ass crack and around my asshole. With a growl, he pressed tight against me, forcing my legs further apart. When I was good and wet, he slid his hands up my body and pressed against my shoulders until I had lowered my cheek to the bedclothes, jutting my ass high up in the air.
“There’s my girl. My good little witch.” He cock stroked over my clit, slapped against the insides of my thighs. Warm anticipation spread out over my entire body. He leaned against my back and kissed my ear, whispering the most ridiculously romantic things in it. I mewled like a cat in heat, arched my back even more and offered my ass up to my Prince. It was mortifying, how easily he commanded my body. It was exhilarating, how powerful and desired and well loved he made me feel.
He slid his cock along my slippery folds and I had to clench my teeth to keep from crying out with the need to feel him impaling me on that rock hard cock. He stroked me shallowly inside, his cock rubbing along my ridged g-spot until I wound up biting my tongue and tasting blood.
My power flared. Suddenly I was on the ceiling once more, the Prince pinning me like we were a pair of mating bats. He braced his hands against my hips and growled deep in his chest as he fucked me a few times before nudging his thickly swollen cock against my ass. “Relax, my pretty witch,” he growled out hoarsely. “Relax and take me. All of me.”
He pressed against my quivering hole and I threw my head back. “Ohhh,” I groaned, my fingers clawing at the seams in the ornate ceiling tiles while he buried all burning nine inches of his lovely cock deep inside my ass. My body responded automatically to him, gripping him greedily. He licked the back of my neck while his pelvis undulated and pleasure bloomed outward through our connected bodies. Soon he was fucking me frantically, lunging in and out of me. He stretched my body and my body gave, obeying his rhythm.
“It’s time,” he panted out as he moved within me, moved us both to climax, fast and hard. With a cry of relief, he shot his load deep inside my ass. I shivered all over as my body rocked and swayed in response.
“What…what do you mean?” I said as he withdrew and we rolled over together, there on the ceiling. I was sweat and shaking from the intensity of our shared orgasm, barley able to articulate words through the haze of pleasure he had woven around us.
He grinned wickedly as he whipped out a pentacle ring similar to the ones the girls wore. “You promised me something, remember?”
I recalled what we had discussed back at the hotel. “Yes.”
“Now, Teresa…you must give it to me now.”
“My soul?”
His mouth came down upon mine very hard. “Your heart, my dear,” he whispered against my lips and slid the ring onto my finger. “It’s what I’ve always wanted from you.”
* * *
Bonus Story #2
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
By Jay Ellison
“Fuck, yeah, that feels so good,” Devon said. He ran both wet hands down Malcolm’s back, massaging the slick, strong muscles there and grunted as Malcolm wrecked yet another upward thrust deep inside his body. Shower water beat against Malcolm’s back, creating a shimmering veil of droplets that caught Devon in the face each time Malcolm’s powerful thrusts forced Devon’s back up the slick, tiled wall of their custom-built, walk-in shower.
Malcolm nipped the front of his throat. “Like that, my pet?” he growled familiarly and pressed his smile into the side of Devon’s throat as he worked them both up to climax, hard and fast, the way Devon preferred. He was not a patient man by nature. He worked hard and fast, and he came hard and fast.
“Bloody hell,” Devon groaned as Malcolm sucked in a bite of supersensitive
skin just under his ear and slid his greedy hand around Devon’s ramrod stiff cock. Through half closed eyes, Devon watched their shadows merging and writhing on the wall opposite. Then he dropped his eyes to the man he loved, the water beading and sluicing in rivulets down the cleft between Malcolm’s pecs, wetting the mat of curly dark hair there, sprinkled with virile silver.
Malcolm had never much favored his own appearance. He thought he was too fat, too hairy, too old, too much of everything disagreeable, though Devon had repeatedly tried to assure him he was perfect, everything he wanted, everything he needed. But Malcolm was a stubborn old git—perhaps not traditionally handsome, but still beautiful inside, generous, loving. And he could fuck like a bunny, even for a man in his mid-fifties. Devon sometimes had trouble keeping up with him, especially when he got into the adult toy chest they kept in their bedroom.
Devon’s eyes then dropped to his hand resting on his gentleman’s shoulder. Over the nearly ten years of their relationship, Malcolm had bought him so many items of jewelry that almost every one of his fingers bore a ring, all of different, but equal, significance. Except the ring finger on his right hand, which was deliberately bare, though Malcolm had never questioned Devon’s eccentricity. Perhaps it had not occurred to him that Brits wore their wedding rings on their right hands.
Malcolm gripped his ass as they fucked, massaged the firmness of his flesh. Devon raised his hips and Malcolm plunged home—deeper, harder, than even Devon was used to. He gasped at the depth and intensity. It had been a very long time since they had enjoyed such rough sex outside the Dollhouse. Devon came with a lunge in that moment, grunting and gripping Malcolm’s shoulders, his come gushing against Malcolm’s thick but solid belly, and Malcolm growled and came deep inside his body, filling him, subjugating him, loving him as only Malcolm was capable of.
Out beyond their penthouse apartment, they heard the bells of St. Patrick’s ringing, indicating midnight. Christmas Eve was officially over, and Christmas Day had begun. Devon wondered if anything would change between them today…after he asked Malcolm to marry him.