Immortal Hexes

by Hutchins, Amelia

  He turned, walking away from me and I watched his stiff back leave the room. The apartment door opened and closed. I blinked, wondering why he’d leave half-naked, but then he was King, and he could do what he wanted. A feminine voice sounded in the room next to me, and I lifted my head, staring at a black-haired female with lime green-eyes.

  “Avery,” Conner said sharply, walking into the room behind her. “Meet Amery,” he laughed, watching as I swung my gaze from her to him. “Amery, meet Avery; isn’t she pretty?” he asked.

  “Very, can I play with her?” Amery asked.

  “No, she’s mine to destroy.” Conner watched me as he pulled Amery closer, stripping her out of the dress she wore. Her breasts were larger than mine, her stomach covered in bite marks, along with her throat and thighs. “Avery is my prisoner, ignore her, darling. She’s nothing. Now bend over, so I can fuck you.”

  “Look, I don’t need to see this,” I stated as I watched him moving closer to me.

  “Oh, but you will, and if you look away, I will bring in the other prisoners and fuck them both while you watch me destroy their cunts,” he growled. “You don’t want that to happen, do you?”

  “You’re an asshole,” I whispered.

  “You have no idea who or what I am anymore, little witch. You’ve been away for a long time. You ruined my world, and ran away in the brilliant rays of the sun, hiding for twenty fucking years before I felt you stirring from the shadows to escape from London. I wasn’t even sure if you lived, but then I remembered that you couldn’t die unless I allowed it. Do you know how much it hurt me to walk into that hall and see everyone dead, Avery? I found my family slaughtered and the evil taint of your fucking magic so thick it made me crave your death. So you don’t get to ask to leave this room. You are my prisoner, and you will submit to whatever I want, or the other witches below will suffer for your unwillingness to cooperate. Tit for tat, let’s see how you enjoy it.”

  “I’m flattered that she looks exactly like me. Really, I am, but it’s rather creepy and petty of you. Tell me, my prince, did you name her after me too?” I laughed and I watched him move up behind Amery as she scooted an ottoman in front of me, knowing his game.

  “I chose her because she screams when I hurt her, yet still begs me for more. I needed someone who looked like you, so that every time I punish her or she weeps from pain, I can see your face as I imagine it is you I’m hurting. Because every time I slam into her tight cunt, I imagine it’s yours and I destroy it.”

  “Oh,” I whispered and swallowed loudly as he walked over to me, watching me tremble for what we both craved, what I would never admit to needing from him. I missed his touch, the feel of his strength when he took control in the bedroom and dominated me for the sliver of time I would allow it. I missed his kisses, his heated gazes that always left me breathless. I watched as he bent down, kissing my cheek before running his fingers through the wetness at the junction of my apex.

  “You always did enjoy watching me fuck, didn’t you? Naughty little thing that you are, you first thought I never noticed you behind the curtains, touching your innocent cunt as I fucked the whores. I knew you watched me, and your scent drove me to fuck them harder. Let’s see if that’s still the case, shall we?” he asked as he stepped away from me, leaving me shivering with need.

  Chapter 5

  Amery was positioned before me on all fours, naked on a square-shaped ottoman that barely held her upright as she posed for Conner. Her mouth was mere inches from my exposed nakedness, and yet she didn’t make a move to touch me, thankfully. Her eyes watched me with a burning curiosity in their green depths that both terrified and excited me. She wanted to taste me, but worse, she wanted me gone from this room so that she alone could have Conner. There was madness in her lime-green depths as she gazed upon my flesh.

  She raised her ass, not needing to be told he was behind her, ready to take what he so readily offered her. The smell of her arousal filled the room as my senses sought to numb my reaction to what was unfolding before me. I knew why he wanted this: so my anger would spike, my sense of need for him would arise, and I’d stake claim to what was mine. More so, he wanted me to know that he’d moved on from me. He was no longer the same creature who had, more often than not, rushed home to fuck me after he’d been off on some duty to his father. He hadn’t taken anyone since the day he made me into a woman, not until everything between us had changed.

  I watched as he settled behind her, his stare never moving from mine while he pushed his thick cock into her clenching cunt. She cried out as he inched forward, her scream feeding his ego while she watched me, wildness burning in her green eyes. He surged forward, and she moaned as he filled her dripping pussy, and mine clenched with the need to be fucked by him. My legs trembled and I struggled not to look away as she screamed out his name while he slowly, methodically, moved behind her.

  My eyes dipped to where they were connected and anger rushed through me, ripping my magic to the forefront as pain rocked through me. My moan wasn’t of pleasure but filled with pain as the runes inside the room glowed with warning while magic seeped from my pores, seeking out her heart to crush it where it beat quickly for him.

  “Tsk-tsk, no magic, waif,” he said huskily, enjoying the pain that ripped through me. “If you try to cast in this room, it will only hurt you. Be a good a little bitch and watch me fuck Amery’s tight cunt,” he crooned as he began to move behind her.

  The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. The scent of Amery’s cunt flooding with heady arousal fed my own need, forcing my pussy to weep with the demand to be filled. It didn’t go unnoticed as I clenched for him. I could feel the arousal of my sex leaking down my leg, creating a slick mess for him to easily fill me, and yet I didn’t want it or him. I wanted to escape this room, escape what was happening before me and hide my shame in the darkness of night that filled the world beyond these walls.

  Conner’s fangs filled his mouth as I watched, and that only added to the arousal that pooling between my thighs. A moan bubbled up to escape past my lips as heat unfurled in my belly, building with frustration from being neglected while I watched him take her over the edge with his thick, massive cock that he continued to bury into her welcoming flesh. My body trembled violently at the memories of fangs tearing into my flesh, and no matter how much I tried to stop them, tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I fought the nightmarish memories of how they felt buried in my flesh.

  Conner’s eyes seemed to zero in on my salty tears and then lowered to the arousal dripping down my legs for him. There was no denying I wanted him, that I wanted Conner to rid himself of Amery and use me instead. The fact that my tears fell unchecked seemed to confound him, and yet he didn’t slow his body as she bucked and begged him for more. I shook harder as he gripped her head, pulling her throat closer to the deadly fangs that would drain her life essence the moment he broke through her flesh.

  I wanted to feel those fangs when I’d been younger, naïve against what he truly was. I’d wanted to experience his immortal kiss more than I wanted to draw air into my lungs, and yet now that I knew how much they hurt, and how much pain they could inflict, I no longer craved them.

  Conner wasn’t even aware Amery was screaming his name, or that her body was trembling around his from shock. It was as if she wasn’t even in the room as we watched each other. He didn’t want her; he wanted me. Conner used her because he’d craved me as surely as I still craved him. I’d watched him with lovers before, when he pretended not to know I was there, watching him with my clumsy fingers touching my virginal cunt as I imagined I was his lover instead of whatever feeder he’d been using that night. We’d played cat and mouse for years until I’d finally aged past an adolescent teenager into a woman. I knew he suspected I was there, just as I’d known every time he’d stood in the shadows, watching me come undone as I’d bathed alone. It was as if gravity
had been pulling us together until it had ripped us apart. I’d craved his fangs, needing to know why the feeders screamed and came undone the moment they sank into their flesh. We’d been on a collision course, one we both had wanted to happen. He’d given me time to blossom into a woman, and I’d begged him to make me one, but soon after, everything had turned dark.

  My breathing hitched as the scent of their bodies fucking continued to fill the room. My mind replaced Amery with me, and my entire body heated with an embarrassing need. I felt my sex flexing, aching to be filled by him. I watched those white, pristine fangs push into her throat while she bucked and screamed as the pleasure became too much. He’d never fed from me, ever. I was off-limits to him, or had been when we were lovers. He had never been anything but gentle with the child I’d been, never rough with me as I knew he wished to be, craved to be. I was his waif, an orphan with no one who wanted or loved her, so he had given me what I needed, until the day he’d walked away without a second thought.

  Violet-blue eyes lowered to my clenching, dripping wet cunt, and smiled around the mouthful of Amery as he found me drenched and aching for him. I wanted to tear my eyes from what he was doing, and yet I knew he wouldn’t make idle threats, he never had. It was one of the things I had loved about him. This was his world, a part that I had never been forced to watch until I’d been thrown into center stage, and now he was punishing me for betraying him.

  Her screams filled the room, the coppery scent of blood a perfume that drove the monster to push her boundaries, fucking her without care. The sound of their bodies meeting in pleasure made my heart ache, but watching him with her turned me on, and I hated that part the most, because no matter what had happened, or would, I wanted this monstrous bastard to use me instead of Amery.

  Conner pulled away from her vein, letting her uncoagulated blood run down her full, round breast as he smiled up at me, his monster unleashed and she whimpered as he bucked harder, without mercy, into her tight cunt.

  “You’re wet, waif,” he growled huskily, uncaring of the body he fucked as his eyes took in my state of arousal.

  “My King, please help me,” she whispered as he gripped her hair, and pushed her face to the bench. “I’ll bleed out.” Neither of us paid her any attention as the heat between us took precedence in the room.

  “Close her wounds, Conner. She isn’t whom you want to destroy; I am,” I whispered thickly through the emotion that tightened my throat. “She’ll die, and dying humans are messy. Be a gentleman and tend to your dinner, and stop pretending it’s my cunt you’re fucking.”

  He laughed darkly and gripped her by the hair roughly, pulling her to his mouth as he used his tongue to close her wounds. Conner’s eyes never broke their stare as they watched me. He pushed Amery away from him and he strode towards me.

  “My King?” she whimpered from the floor where he left her.

  “Get the fuck out, Amery. Now,” he ordered as he stood before me, his chest rising and falling while we silently stared at one another. She rushed from the room, leaving only her scent behind as he stepped even closer, intending to fuck me.

  “No,” I uttered as his lips brushed over my throat. “Not like this, Conner.”

  “I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he snarled as his fingers found my sex, pushing through the slickness he’d created with his whore. “You want me to fuck you.”

  “I do, but not like this. Not with her arousal still covering your cock. If you want me, you will wash her from your flesh and take me after you’ve cleaned her from it.”

  “You don’t get a fucking choice here. You don’t get to tell me what I will or will not do to you anymore. You’re my fucking prisoner, so if I want to fuck you with the scent of her pussy still covering my cock, I will.”

  “If you do this, you will have to rape me, for I will not allow it. You want me willing; I know you do. You want me to submit to your will, to your desire, and I want that too, Conner. I want to fuck you. I want to ride that cock until you beg me to stop, until you turn me over and take me to the edge of the abyss with you. I won’t do that with her scent coating your flesh.”

  “You don’t know what I want anymore, waif. You don’t know whom I have become, and I don’t really fucking care if you want it or not. You killed any kindness I held inside of me when you murdered everyone I loved. Do you think it really matters to me if you submit or not? I don’t plan to be gentle or easy with you anymore. I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are.” His mouth crushed against mine and I refused to kiss him back. I refused to taste her blood still coating his lips, and it irked him that he found me unwilling to concede to his dominance or power.

  “Don’t fucking kiss me with her blood still painted upon those lips of yours,” I snapped, staring him down in open challenge. “You don’t get me until you’ve washed her from your mouth and cock, Conner. You need me to submit, that part of you has not changed.”

  “I don’t fucking care if you submit. You want me, this tight pussy is soaking wet for me and me alone. You will take what I give you!”

  “I will not!” I shouted back at him as he smiled coldly and moved his mouth to my throat. “Conner, no,” I whimpered as I felt the scrape of his fangs at the soft column of my throat. “Not like this. Not with her blood taking away from mine. Do you want her taste corrupting mine when you’ve waited so long to taste me?” I whispered huskily, my eyes dropping with the heaviness of my arousal and need. He’d never taken my blood, and he’d wanted it so fucking badly, yet he’d respected my boundaries.

  “I won’t be denied anymore, Avery. I will taste every inch of you and know what your blood tastes like before this night is over.”

  “Fine,” I whispered and swallowed harshly. “Just don’t do it like this. I wanted you to know my taste and mine alone. I don’t want it corrupted by hers. Let me bathe for you, and wash her from you, Con, let me give you what you crave freely without anything else corrupting it. Give me this, and I will give you all of me.”

  “You think I care about what you want or need anymore?” he chuckled darkly as he lifted blood-red eyes to hold mine.

  “I think you do,” I uttered huskily. “I think you want to hurt me, and I want you to. I think you want me to submit, and I will. I want this, I do. I just don’t want you to do it like this. I want you buried so fucking deep inside of me that I no longer know where I end and you begin, but not with her coating that magnificent cock. I want to taste me on your cock when I fuck it with my mouth. I want to feel it destroying me without her between us.”

  “Is that what you want?” he asked, stepping back and taking in the dripping state of my flesh as it wept to be fucked by him.

  “Yes,” I whispered as his eyes burned every inch of my flesh they gazed upon.

  “You enjoyed watching me fuck Amery, didn’t you?” he asked, and I swallowed hard past the lump that formed in my throat. “This pussy is dripping with the need to be fucked, isn’t it?” His hand moved closer, and the tips of his fingers slid through the wetness of my flesh before he brought them up, sucking each one clean of my arousal as I watched him.

  “I’m a woman, Conner. My body responds whether I want it to or not. Watching you fuck a feeder has always been erotic, but that doesn’t mean I want to be fucked by you. It never did, but watching you fuck someone has always made my body respond. Don’t twist it into something else. I get off watching others fuck too; it’s a natural reaction to a basic instinct ingrained in the very fiber of our being. Don’t assume I’m that scared little girl who watched you from the shadows, wondering what it would feel like to be the one you used; to feel the sting of your fangs as they punctured her flesh. I’m not her anymore. I’m not the little girl who thought you hung the moon and stars in her name. I learned my worth and what I meant to you. I don’t fantasize about being your mate, or thinking I am anything other than what I
am: your disposable enemy,” I said as I watched him bend down to free one foot and then the other.

  His tawny head was bent down as he released my legs, and I closed my eyes. I relished his touch, but the moment he freed my legs, he slammed his mouth over my wetness, slurping it loudly as he fucked me with his mouth until I was teetering on the edge of no return, about to be shot into the stars with a forced release. But he stopped short of it happening, pulling his sinful mouth away from my cunt.

  “You taste like heaven, but then you always did. Avery, you are my prisoner, and from this point on, you will do as I tell you to, or I will bring your friends into this room and chain them to my bed and make you watch as I fuck and drain them. If that is what it takes to make you bend to my will, I won’t hesitate to use them.”

  “You won’t like what happens if you do that,” I warned harshly.

  “You’re not hearing me, waif. I don’t give two fucking shits what you want or don’t want anymore. I want to hurt you; to make you feel what I felt when I walked into my father’s home and found everyone dead. You took from me, and you will appease me, or I will begin to destroy everything you care about slowly to be sure you feel what I did.”

  “I hear you. I also know you, Conner. You want me to give you what you crave. You want me at your mercy, and so I am. You want me to give you what you want, but you can’t do that by force, and we both know it.”

  “I can make you do whatever the fuck I want you to do, imp.”

  “You could make me do anything you wanted me to, that much is true. You don’t work like that, though, my prince. You want me to kiss you because I crave you as much as you crave me. You never took what wasn’t freely given. You need pretty things to need you, to feel you so deeply within them that they offer themselves to you because it is the only thing they will ever need. You never forced me to do anything, nor will you. You’re a monster who wants the innocent creatures of the world to crave your depravity and offer their throat to your beast. I am not the scared, damaged, abandoned child that I was when you first found me. Back then, I was alone. So alone that when you wrapped your arms around me and promised me you would always protect me, I honestly believed it. I offered you my throat and my cunt. I gave you everything that I could, of my own will, and you relished it. You never took my blood, because you and I both knew we could be something deeper if we did. We are forbidden, though, and maybe that was why you craved me so much. Hell, maybe it was why I wanted to be yours more than I wanted air to fill my lungs. We were on a collision course, and neither of us cared about the consequences, not until you walked away. I’d have been your whore if you had asked it of me, and I think you knew it. That was then, and this is now. I’m not your girl, not anymore. I’m not alone. I found a purpose that was more than sitting at your feet, waiting for your touch. Make no mistake, Conner. I am not here because I want to be. I am here to face charges for what I did, and nothing else. I’d murder them again if I could. So if you need to force me, feel free to do so, because when I walk out of here, and I will walk out of here, it will be with my head held high and you behind me, again.”