“I was kind of surprised that you wanted to do it out here in the open. Most witches are shy.”
“What do I have to be shy about? You’ve already seen everything. If someone happens along, you have that handy invisibility spell. What could—” Then she closed her mouth.
She really did know better than to ask what could possibly go wrong.
Damn it! She’d decided that she was going to seduce Dred and that’s what was going to happen here. Midnight was tired of being put off, tired of being interrupted, and tired of not getting what she’d paid for.
She’d signed on for this mission, not to get thrown off of brooms, but to use Dred Shadowins like a sex toy. That and support the Gargoyle Masque: She wasn’t totally selfish.
He was still hard.
How did the warlock manage it? He always seemed ready to go at a moment’s notice. Were all warlocks like that? Middy didn’t think so. She wondered what it would be like to really be married to him.
Would he be a faithful husband? Or would that cock do his thinking for him? She pitied the witch who actually married him. Of course, she envied her, too, but she chalked that up to some nasty side effect from the potion that his evil mother had disguised as chocolate drizzle. That woman would have been a talented assassin.
Middy noticed Dred hadn’t made a move to get up. Perhaps he knew what she was going to do and was waiting for her to get on with it. She wasn’t sure which would be more humiliating, if he knew or if he didn’t. If he didn’t, that meant he was just content to lie there with a raging erection and a willing witch and . . . She had said that she was out of the mood, though. Well, he should be expected to read her mind. It was that simple.
They’d had some mind-meld Sex Magick the first time; where was that shit when she wanted it? The closet gnome had probably stolen that for his hidey hole, too. It was probably making out with Aloe Hugginfroth’s broom.
Midnight straddled him. “So you want to be my broom?”
“I thought I was punished?”
“You are.”
“Whatever you say, Mistress.” He raised a brow.
She narrowed her eyes at him. He couldn’t possibly know about the time that she’d tried to get the Dred-bot to lick her boot heel. Could he? Don’t tell him, this time!
Middy felt the head of his cock rubbing against her slit.
She imagined herself wanton there in the bright light of day where anyone could see them, even though she was still clothed. She’d have to thank Tally later for convincing her to go sans knickers.
She felt powerful, too.
Dred’s cock strained for entry, but she refused him, instead rolling her hips so that it made contact with her clit.
She moved his hands so they were under her shins.
Midnight had to admit that she loved feeling like she was in control, that this strong warlock was at her mercy—and he was at her mercy. He could do nothing unless she allowed it.
“Let me touch you,” he pleaded.
“You are touching me,” Middy said as she rocked forward.
“Let me taste you.”
Did she dare? It was something that she’d fantasized about for so long. Yes, he’d tasted her before, but not when she was the one in control. Not like this.
Middy slid up his body and positioned herself with her slit next to his mouth, her knees on the ground on each side of him. He seemed to know what she wanted to do and moved his hands so that she could link her fingers with his when she leaned back.
Her body arched into an impossible position and made her feel all the more exposed. The first touch of his tongue sent shockwaves though her and she cried out. She felt his pleasure again and saw what he wanted of her, watched them in her mind’s eye as he licked her.
She caught a glimpse of her and two other women, but that was quickly replaced by something else, as if he didn’t want her to see it. Again, her nakedness was against the black marble tile of some room that was familiar to him.
Midnight knew that these were his fantasies about her.
Midnight wasn’t into girls, but seeing herself as he saw her brought another rush of power and another wave of desire.
She felt the same things he was feeling as he pushed his tongue past her labia minora and inside of her. Middy was tempted to release his hands so he could use his fingers, too, but that wasn’t part of the fantasy.
Dred sucked her clit into his mouth and tugged lightly with his teeth. She strained to arch her back farther to push herself down onto his mouth and he raised their linked hands to give her the leverage she needed.
“More!” she demanded.
Dred complied and he increased the speed and strength of the friction he created with his tongue. He would vary between the slow, languorous motion of pushing his tongue inside of her and then licking from her slit up to her clit and just focusing on that distended bud of flesh that brought her such intense pleasure.
Middy felt a rush of fluid and instead of slowing his attentions, Dred sucked and licked with more pressure. She could feel his intention and it wasn’t just to get her off: He was enjoying her pleasure.
Her fingers tightened around his just as her passage tightened and she came against his lips, the evidence of her orgasm ambrosia on his tongue.
Dred’s hands were somehow free; she was digging her fingers into the soft earth beside them as her body shook with her release. He was guiding her where he wanted, but she wasn’t fighting him, she couldn’t.
Middy was on top of him, but he was in control again.
He positioned her as she had been before, the head of his cock against her slit and his fingers anchored to her hips.
She was slick and ready for him, but he didn’t enter her. Instead he slid his cock just to the entrance of her channel and then back up against her already sensitive clit.
Middy wanted him inside of her, but when she shifted, he did as well. It was an erotic one-upmanship that he was winning by a landslide. She didn’t care anymore; she just wanted him inside of her. Middy didn’t understand how, after she’d already gotten off, she still needed his cock.
Perhaps because he hadn’t gotten off? It had to be the Sex Magick.
“Give me your mouth,” Dred demanded.
He hadn’t asked for a kiss, he’d asked for her mouth. That made her shudder in expectation.
Middy complied and leaned in to him. One hand snaked through her hair and angled her just as he wanted and he took her mouth. It couldn’t be called a kiss, but perhaps a taking.
He tasted her lips, crushing her down to him. Midnight could taste herself on his lips; she was sweet and a bit salty, just like her favorite treats. She’d tasted herself before, on her own fingers, but tasting herself on his mouth was better, more decadent.
They both cried out when he pushed inside of her and he didn’t move. Middy was sure that she was going to die either way. If he moved, she’d shatter; if he didn’t, the anticipation would break her apart.
“You’re still so tight.” His whisper was ragged and he pushed himself into an upright position without forcing Middy to move.
Dred wrapped his arm around her and braced himself on the ground with his other hand and thrust his hips. Middy kissed him this time and it was a kiss in truth, soft and sweet. He grazed her bottom lip with his teeth, but then returned the kiss with a softness that she hadn’t known he possessed.
She knew it didn’t mean anything, that he changed his response according to what got her off, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was inside of her, that they belonged to each other this way for a little while.
Midnight locked her legs around his waist and moved to meet his thrusts. He changed his hold on her, curving his arms under hers to grasp her shoulders, and he buried his face in her neck.
She ran her fingers through his hair, traced them over the line of his jaw, his cheek. Their lips met again and he spilled inside of her.
After a moment, he spoke, “You only got o
ff once, didn’t you?” Like it was a crime.
“That’s okay. I came before.”
“It sure as hell is not okay! I must be sick.” Dred sounded panicked.
“Why must you be sick?”
“I don’t know, but it won’t be tolerated.”
“No, why do you think you’re sick?” She smoothed his hair.
“I never come first. I’m a good lover.”
“I never said you weren’t,” Middy replied.
“You don’t have to. You only came once.”
“Yeah, but it was really hard.”
“Don’t console me.” He pouted.
“Really, I usually only get off once. Even with myself. Though I’ve tried like Merlin to be one of those multiple orgasm witches.”
“The gauntlet has been thrown.” Dred’s already hard jaw looked as if it had been carved from stone and his eyes narrowed like he’d just acquired a line of sight on his prey.
“It wasn’t a gauntlet!” Dear saints and goddesses above, she’d just challenged a sex god to a battle of the orgasms.
“Oh, but it was, my dear. It was.” Dred looked as if he were already plotting.
She was terrified and thrilled all at once.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Coming In Out of the Rain
How long were they going to be at it? Shit! The “villagers” were coming. Well, not like her star-crossed lovers were, but they were venturing forward with pitch-forks and torches.
Grace didn’t understand how she was supposed to play fairy godmother to two people who were too stupid not to come in out of the rain.
Why did she keep coming back to come? She couldn’t even think that word and not find herself hot and bothered.
She had sex on the brain and of course, it was all Caspian’s fault. At least until Sera Ann tugged on her hand.
Thoughts of going to the Caspian Rodeo were washed away by the decidedly frigid shower of her daughter’s presence.
“Whatcha doin?”
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” She was tempted to demand that Sera not look, but that would be the fastest way to ensuring that her daughter got two big peepers full of Dred and Middy goodness.
“I’m trying to help a hero defeat the evil monster.”
“Aren’t we the evil monsters?” Sera Ann asked in a serious tone.
“No, darling. Who’s been feeding you that crap again?”
“Grandpa Raphael. He keeps calling me a little imp. All of the books say imps are devious, evil monsters from Hell bent on destruction and mayhem.”
“Those are mortal books, sweetie. Remember that Hell is subjective.”
“But we live in Hell.”
“Yes, but isn’t Grandpa Raphael a Crown Prince of Heaven?” Grace returned. Talking with her daughter was almost as much of a verbal spar as it was with her husband.
She was a smart cookie, maybe too smart.
“I guess.” Sera Ann seemed to chew on this for a moment. Then she pointed to the clearing where thankfully, Middy and Dred had finished their activity, before the child got an eyeful. “Those guys with the torches look like something out of that last book I read.”
“Which one was that?” Grace asked her daughter.
“Frankenstein.”
“I was trying to get them to stop what they were doing and get them to safety, but it’s like herding cats.”
“I know what you mean.” The little girl nodded, still serious.
Grace was wondering how best to approach them when her daughter, with full horn and tail regalia, decided to do it for her.
Sweet Bleeding Hell.
“So you’re the Butcher of Shale Creek, huh?” A little girl popped out of nowhere just as Middy pulled down her skirt.
“And you are?” Dred asked casually after Middy let out a startled yelp.
“Saving your ass?” The girl shrugged and pointed to a grassy hilltop where an angry mob had gathered.
“Don’t say ass!” A great, thunderous voice boomed across the clearing. It sounded like an angry goddess.
“Yes, Mama.” The little girl’s tail popped out from behind her and it flicked the ground sulkily.
Middy wanted to ask the child where her parents were, but that bellow pretty much answered the question. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know who the girl’s parents were at this point, especially with that pointy little tail.
Or the horns that were peeking out of her curls.
“You two don’t have the sense that Morrigan gave a stone. I swear!” A voluptuous woman emerged from seemingly nowhere.
Middy had to admit, she was a little jealous. The woman had an ethereal presence that made her look like a goddess.
For all Middy knew, she might be.
Or a demon.
“Okay, people, do we see the angry horde?” Her lavender wings sparkled in the sunlight, making it hard to look directly at her. “What possessed you to land so close to Shale Creek?”
Middy pointed at Dred and he scowled.
“Of course! It’s always the man’s fault.” She smiled. “Let’s get you to the church on time!”
Grace began chanting and noticed that in the second she’d looked away, Sera Ann had wandered out of her circle of transport and was currently taunting the fairies inside the Loudun/Shale Creek fairy ring. Sera Ann was tossing them oatmeal raisin cookies that she’d smuggled in her pockets.
Raisins gave fairies the runs, but they loved cookies. So, she was just being cruel.
It would serve her right if they left their displeasure in her shoe. Not that she wished anything bad on her child, but it might teach her a lesson.
Grace huffed in mid-incantation through her teeth and it was a sound that Sera Ann recognized. It was what she always heard before her mama popped her on the rump, or made her clean out the hellhound cage. She scurried into the circle that Grace’s magick had wrought and they disappeared.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Things to Do in Loudun When You’re Dead
Dred was off his game. Probably because he’d died and gone to Hell. They were currently in the dark ruins of a seventeenth-century convent, but all he could think about was the fact that he’d only gotten his witch to come once.
Of course, they’d been interrupted by an angry mob of vil-lagers intent on beating them both to death with various vegetables and farming equipment, but that was neither here nor there.
“You’re so pretty,” Middy said to Grace as she reached out a hand to touch her wings.
Grace promptly retracted her wings, but took Middy’s hand in her own. “Sorry, only my husband gets to touch my wings. It’s one of those things.” She smiled again. “And you’re pretty, too.”
Dred was watching this display intently. They were holding hands. They were talking about how pretty the other one was. Yeah, baby. The seventeen-year-old warlock that was always present in the back of his mind was jumping up and down like a cheerleader on Red Bull. Dude, they are so going to make out. Don’t miss this action! He was almost ashamed to admit that the grown-up part of his consciousness just shrugged and nodded his head, hoping to catch the action, too. Yes, there was a tiny, rational part of his brain that wanted to bitch-slap him for being so juvenile, but it was kind of intrigued as well.
“Not happening, Dred,” Middy warned.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“No, but I was in your head an hour ago and I know exactly what you’re thinking. Of course, I did grow up with the Trifecta of Doom. So, what’s dancing through that devious brain of yours is no surprise to anyone.”
“It would be hot.”
“I know she’s smokin’, but no fantasizing about my wife. At least, not without me,” a dark-haired man said as he stepped from the shadows.
“What are you doing? You were supposed to be watching Sera Ann!” Grace scolded.
“Oh, like I can keep her anywhere she doesn’t want to be.”
“Why not? You’re the Devil, for fuck�
�s sake.” Grace sighed.
“The Devil?” Middy and Dred exclaimed at the same time.
“First Merlin, now the Devil. It keeps getting better,” Dred growled.
“You saw Merlin?” Middy asked.
“That’s not something you want to hear about, girly.”
Caspian cut the unspoken question off at the knees and nodded sympathetically to Dred. “I thought that was just wrong. But he’s the Bigger Boss, so what can I do? And call me Caspian.”
“Thanks,” Dred said and genuinely appreciated the sentiment. “Sorry about ogling your wife.”
“It happens.” Caspian grinned and shrugged.
“Now that you two are done jerking each other off, can we get down to business? And I’m Grace, by the way.”
“Wait, so Merlin is like the Boss of Bosses?” Middy asked.
Dred cringed at the reference. Caspian did, too. What made it worse was that Caspian and perhaps all of them had been privy to his cock talk.
“Boss of Bosses. God. Whatever. Anyway, we can dicuss semantics later. We’re of the all things to all peoples sort of philosophy.” Grace looked around. “Where the hell is that child?”
Dred imagined that she was much like all children, and finding that the adults were not paying her any mind, she’d run off to find some fun of her own. Even though she was the daughter of the Devil, he hoped that she didn’t run into any trouble. She was kind of cute and a little bit like what he imagined his own spawn would be like.
“I can see the path of your thoughts. If you’d like to baby-sit, we’d like a date night next week.” Caspian grinned.
“What are you talking about?” Grace asked.
“Man talk. Mind your business, woman!” Caspian demanded playfully. Then he said in a softer voice, “She wears the tail in this family, but I’m good with that.”
“You certainly wear the horns,” Grace shot back and then blushed. “I’m still not seeing Sera Ann.”
“So, where are we?” Middy asked.
“This is the ruin of an Ursuline convent that was the scene of mass possessions in the 1600s. It’s not visible to anyone outside of the magickal realms. There was so much pain and suffering here, greed and just general evil, it slipped from the world of men.”
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