The Witch and the Stag

by Victoria Rogers

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  Maddy couldn’t get Cedric out of her mind. The scent of him coupled with the residual sensation of him repeatedly sliding between her legs had her on cloud nine all day. She didn’t get much in the way of work done. She served some walk-in customers and filled a handful of on-line orders, but her mind was elsewhere.

  Instead of cleaning, or taking stock inventory, or doing any of the myriad of things she reminded Felicity to do whenever she complained she was bored, she spent most of the day sitting behind the counter daydreaming. Just remembering how he panted in her ear, a bead of sweat trickling down his chest, murmuring her full name got her riled up. She sat with her legs crossed most of the day, a bemused and contented smile on her face.

  The door was locked, and she was just finishing counting the cash when a knock at the front window startled her.

  Cedric stood there, waving. A rush of excitement went through her. She let him in.

  “Hey,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

  Their lips touched. It wasn’t a pent-up electric burst this time but a soft and gentle meeting of two lovers.

  “Hey. I’m just finishing up here before going back upstairs to continue looking through those journals. You at the bar tonight?” She moved back to the counter and started tallying the columns.

  “Nah. It’s a Tuesday. Kaylee can handle it.” He shut and locked the door behind him. “Want some company?” He held up a bottle of wine.

  She nodded in satisfaction when the till was right on the nose (it tended to be these days. Most people paid by debit card). “I’d love that,” she said, looking up at him and noticing the wine. “Tell me that’s red.”

  “Cabernet sauvignon, full bodied with notes of plum and blackberries.”

  “It’s like you read my mind.”

  He chuckled. “I just went with what I liked and hoped for the best.”

  “Well, you have good taste.”

  They dropped off the deposit at the bank together before heading back to her place.

  “Sorry about the mess,” she said, picking up her dirty clothes from the day before. “I haven’t had a chance to clean the couch, yet.”

  Cedric glanced about the loft. It looked lived in and comfortable. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy with the floor.” He set the bottle on the kitchen counter and stared at the cupboards. “If I were wine glasses, where would I be?” He didn’t remember seeing them when searching for coffee.

  “They’re stemless, top cupboard to the left of the fridge,” Maddy directed as she came out of the bathroom after depositing her laundry in the hamper. “Opener is in the drawer to the right of the dishwasher.”

  “Ah, got it. Thank you.”

  With the deft practice of a bartender, he had the wine opened and poured in less than a minute.

  Maddy hitched a hip up over a stool at the kitchen island and took a glass. “Cheers,” she said.

  “Sláinte,” he replied and then clinked his glass against hers.

  She took a tentative sip and smiled when the luscious flavors coasted along her tongue. “Mmm. This is a good one.”

  “Better be. It’s a reserve from 1997.”

  Maddy’s eyebrows darted upward. “What’s the special occasion?”

  Cedric smiled and kissed the top of her head. “You.”

  She smiled back and leaned against him.

  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her head again. “Thank you for this morning.”

  Maddy breathed in the smell of him. Warm, spicy, and decidedly masculine. “I should be the one thanking you. You were magnificent.”

  He squeezed her tight. “Then we’ll thank each other.”

  She chuckled. “Sounds good.”

  “So,” Cedric said pulling away and setting his glass down on the counter. “Where do I start?”

  It took Maddy a moment to realize he was talking about the family grimoires.

  “Right. The poltergeist. If that’s what he is. I am beginning to think he’s more than that,” she said. She hopped off the stool, found one of her carved wooden coasters for her glass on the coffee table, and settled onto her meditation cushion.

  Cedric rubbed his chest. “I’m with you on that. Could he be a demon?”

  Maddy pursed her lips and considered that angle. “Maybe, but you think a family of witches would have caught on to that fact before now.”

  He shrugged and sat down on the carpet.

  “Oh, let me get you a cushion. I have another one in the linen closet.” She got up and grabbed her old meditation cushion and offered it to him.

  “Thank you,” he said. He settled onto it and mimicked her cross-legged pose.

  “According to Mom we’re looking for a journal from the eighteenth or nineteenth century. Annette or Cecily. She wasn’t sure which ancestor it was. And really, it could be anyone’s because she had no idea. Aunt Brigette would know, but she’s on a cruise.” She selected four older-looking journals from her trunk and passed two to him.

  He took them and put one aside before peering at the cover of the one still in his hand. It was a nondescript leather-bound book with no title. “Nothing here from the seventeenth century? I looked up clothing and that was the period of dress he was wearing when we scuffled.”

  Maddy shook her head. “No. Those, of what are still around, are in Ireland. With family in Donegal. We only have the ones from the family based out of Serenity. Our branch came over about… 1760? Somewhere around there. Like everyone else who came over from Ireland.”

  Cedric nodded and began scanning the pages for the mention of an Aileen or Witch Hunter Dunlea.

  The two of them read for a while until Cedric set his journal aside and stretched his neck. “I,” he said, reaching for his glass and rising up to his feet, “am going to get more wine. You?”

  “Hmm?” she glanced up and at the empty wine glass he was wiggling around. “Oh, yes. Please.” She interlocked her fingers and stretched her arms above her head, relishing the stretch in her shoulders. “Why Fox and the Stag? Why’d you open up?” she queried as she rolled her shoulders back.

  “I’ve always loved a good pub.” He filled one glass. “Spent most of my childhood in one. My aunts ran one back in Ireland. I like having a place that brings people together.” He filled the other glass and then brought them back over to where they were sitting. “I enjoy being the center of communal activity.”

  Maddy tilted her head and smiled at his answer. He was adorable. “You’ve talked about Ireland before. I thought you were from Serenity.”

  Cedric took a sip of his wine and set the glass down on a coaster. “I am. But Mom moved us to Ireland when I was ten. Stayed there until I was sixteen. Wanted me to learn more about Dad, I guess. Understand my heritage and all that.” He turned to look at her. “What about you? Why not go back to Toronto?”

  “Too cold for one thing.” She laughed. “But seriously? There’s family here. History. This building?” She waved generally around them. “This building has belonged to a McKinley for a hundred and twenty years. I bought it off Aunt Vivian when I finished university. She wanted to retire to Europe, so I took over the shop. It’s peaceful. A lot quieter than Toronto.” She drank more wine and her stomach gurgled. She needed food.

  “Dinner! Let’s order something in,” she said, leaning forward over her folded legs and reaching for her phone.

  “I’m game. What do you feel like?”

  “Well, I’ve got coupons to that shawarma place a couple streets over.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  They ordered chicken shawarma plates with a side order of stuffed grape leaves and hummus and gorged themselves at the kitchen island.

  “I should order from these folks more often,” she said, her mouth full of fattoush.

  “Mmhmm,” Cedric nodded and put back the last bit of food on his plate. “Just don’t tell my chef. He’ll throw a fit if he finds out I’m ordering take-out from somewhere else.”

 
Maddy smiled. She hadn’t eaten at Fox and the Stag yet but from what she had seen of the menu it seemed like upscale pub fare. She didn’t blame him for wanting some variety. “Your secret is safe with me.”

  “Good.” He got up from his stool and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

  She leaned back into him. His muscled arms gleamed in the candlelight. His lips brushed the nape of her neck and a shiver of delight rippled down her spine and warmed her abdomen. His hands slid up her stomach and she giggled at the light touch.

  “Should we take this elsewhere?” she whispered, the back of her head resting against his shoulder as his fingers enveloped her breasts.

  “Yes,” he murmured into the hollow of her neck just where it connected with her shoulder.

  She took his hand and guided him to the sofa. Maddy snaked her arms around his neck and met his mouth with her own. Her tongue pushed past his lips, greedy for the taste of him. She had been thinking about their lovemaking all day and her pussy had been in a heightened state for hours. The touch of his fingertips brushing her nipples through the soft fabric of her shirt caused shivers to erupt along her spine.

  “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she rasped into his ear, the thrill of the confession causing pulsating ripples along her vaginal walls.

  Cedric smiled into her skin and ran the tip of his tongue along the length of her neck. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either,” he admitted, his teeth nipping at her shoulder.

  “I’ve been ready for this for hours. Ready for you,” she added, delighting in the tremble his body gave when she addressed him directly. “I’ve been daydreaming of your cock inside me.”

  Cedric groaned, and his hands were under her blouse, pulling it up over her head. The bra came next and was tossed unceremoniously on the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pencil skirt and a black lace thong. He paused to take her in, his thumbs coming up to flick her nipples lightly. She licked her bottom lip and reached down for his belt, hands deftly unbuckling the leather strap. She hooked her fingers down the waistband of his jeans and his boxers alike and pulled them down, her bare foot tugging at them as they reached his knees. With a chuckle, he helped her by stepping out of his pants and kicked the pile of clothes aside as he pulled off his T-shirt.

  Maddy looked down at his erect cock and smiled, her gaze rising to meet his. “I didn’t get the chance to have you in my mouth this morning. I’d like to rectify that,” she said as she ran her fingers through the soft curls of his chest hair. Her attention wandered downward, and she cupped his balls with her left hand while gripping his erection with her right. A moan escaped Cedric’s lips as she applied pressure while she lowered down onto her knees in front of him. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the perimeter of his head, loving the smoothness of his skin. A shudder went through him as her lips encased the tip of his cock, her tongue lapping the crease underneath. His hands lingered at her shoulders, and she gave him a quick suck before looking up at him.

  “Feel free to grab my hair,” she invited him. “I enjoy that,” she said before she took him into her mouth once again.

  “Thank the gods,” he breathed. His fingers immediately entangled themselves into her auburn curls.

  The feeling of the light tug on the roots of her hair caused a tremor of bliss to run through her abdomen. She felt vulnerable on her knees in front of him, his hold on her head controlling the pace at which she took him. The vulnerability of the situation titillated her, her clit throbbing with desire. The tingle in her pussy grew in strength the longer she had him in her mouth. His cock slid past the soft tissue at the back of her throat, the corners of her mouth stretched along the girth of him. He began to thrust into her, softly at first to let her know of his intentions, and then his fingers gripped her hair, keeping her head in place.

  “Madeline,” he moaned. “Is this ok? Let me know how you feel.”

  She let his cock pop out of her mouth, and she slid her lips over the tip a couple of times more before smiling up at his stormy eyes. “Please. Fuck my mouth and then throw me over the side of the couch and fuck me silly.”

  “Is that what you were daydreaming about? Dreaming about me taking you from behind?”

  She licked up from his balls and along his length like a popsicle. “Mostly.”

  “Oh? What else were you daydreaming about?’

  She licked her hand and wrapped it around him again. She began to pump him in a slow, rhythmical fashion causing him to close his eyes with a satisfied groan. She felt her face flush at the question, even though she was busy pleasuring him, half naked and on her knees. She brought her lips to his cock to buy her some time as she debated on whether or not to share her inner yearnings with him yet. It was his moaning that did her in, and her libido kicked in over common sense.

  “Of you coming on my ass.” Maddy didn’t really know why, but the thought of his ejaculate dripping down the crease of her behind caused ripples of warmth throughout her.

  Cedric inhaled sharply. “I was tested after my last partner. I don’t have anything to report.”

  “I’m good, too,” she said between bobs of her head. “I’ve got an IUD.” She stopped what she was doing and gave him a wicked smile. “So go ahead. Fuck my throat, then fuck my pussy, and come on my ass.”

  “Sweet Brigid, Madeline,” he said, his hands reasserting their grip on her head.

  He thrust into her, claiming her throat and filling her airways. She lifted her soft palate and took in as much as she could of him, reveling in the sensation of his smooth skin sliding along the corners of her lips. He filled her mercilessly, and she moaned around his dick, one of her hands pulling up her skirt and prying the lace of her thong aside so she could run a finger along her wet slit. She could hear the squelching sound it made as her finger dipped inside her before she began circling her throbbing clit with the pads of her fingertips.

  “Madeline, baby,” Cedric said, his voice low and gravelly. “Can you make yourself come like that, me in your mouth like this? I want to see you melt over my cock.”

  A luxurious shiver went down her spine as he said those filthy words, and she increased the rate at which she rubbed her clit between her index and middle fingers. He was deep in her, her breath held, when the pressure built up in her clit and exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation. Her body convulsed and he relaxed his hold on her, giving her room to move freely as she shuddered through an orgasm. She kept her mouth locked on his cock as she hummed through the release of pent-up energy. He pulled back from her and cupped her chin, nudging her to look up at him. She went with the motion and met his eyes with her own glazed ones. He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “You are so beautiful,’ he whispered.

  She nibbled his thumb, ignoring the fact that her lipstick was no doubt smeared across her face. Her throat would tickle tomorrow, but that would just be a luscious reminder of the evening the two of them had together.

  “Now, I think I promised someone a thorough fucking from behind.”

  “Yes, please,” she said, the words escaping her lips in a high-pitched whine.

  He helped her to her feet and brought her to the edge of the couch. With a firm hand on her back, he pushed her torso forward so that her ass was in the air.

  “So, so beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively as he drank in the sight of her. Her soaking wet thong was still pulled to the side and displaying her pussy in full view. He dipped down to run his tongue along her slit, causing her to wriggle in her spot.

  He chuckled into her, his breath warm. Cedric wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked for a long, slow moment. Maddy bucked her hips in response, gasping at the rush of liquid feeling at her clit. With a squeeze of both ass cheeks, he stood back up and rubbed the tip of his cock along her entrance, moistening himself with her slickness.

  “Are you ready to be fucked, Madeline?”

  “Yes,” she breathed into a couch cushion. “Fuck me, Cedric.”


  At her command he slid inside her and Maddy relished the feeling as he pushed her open, spreading her inner walls wide to accommodate him. She clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper inside her.

  “Gods, you feel so good,” he moaned, his hands firmly gripping her hips. “Tell me how you like this.”

  “Oh, goddess, yes,” she said, meeting the rhythm of his hips with her own. “Like that. Keep on doing that. I love that.” Each word was punctuated with a short expulsion of air as he pummeled into her as she asked him to. “I love the feeling of stretching to fit all of you. I love how you thrust into me, hitting deep within me, claiming me, and taking me. I want to feel the echoes of you tomorrow. I want to be warm and slightly bruised. Yes!” she exclaimed as he pounded into her faster. She could feel his head sliding up and down her G-spot. She arched her back in response and writhed wildly, her ability to talk ripped away from the force of his thrusts.

  Cedric reached around with his right hand and began to play with her clit.

  “Can you come again for me, Madeline?” he rasped. His own breath becoming ragged from the exertion of keeping from combusting inside her. “I want to feel you grip me as you orgasm again. Can you do that? I need you to come, Madeline.”

  Madeline didn’t need much prodding as she was on the edge already. Her body tensed in preparation as the nerve endings in her clit shattered in waves of tiny explosions. Her inner walls grabbed at him instinctually and he groaned as her orgasm gave him physical pleasure. Cedric kept up the pace, elongating her orgasm until she was a slumped-over, shivering mess, wordless sounds emanating from her mouth. He roared behind her and pulled out quickly. Maddy felt his warm spray between her ass cheeks. She let out a long moan as she felt his viscous liquid trickle along her hole.