Witch Queens: Tales from Oz (Dark Fairy Tales Book 2)

by S Cinders

  He did the same to the other breast and I moaned against the gag.

  “I love how responsive you are,” he whispered as his hands spread across my rib cage. It was seconds later that the clasp on my bra was undone and he had full access to what he wanted.

  Scarecrow’s whiskers delicately abraded the skin on my breasts and I squirmed, trying to get him to give them more attention.

  But then he stood to walk away. I cried out into the cloth against his departure. I needed more.

  He walked to his dresser and pulled out two dangling objects. For a moment, I thought that they might be earrings. I was very wrong.

  Leaning back over me, he attached the first clamp to my right nipple and I gasped at the sharp pinch. Then he attached the other one to the left nipple.

  I didn’t know what I thought of them. They didn’t hurt much beyond the initial sting, but I could feel the tight pinching and the small weight that dangled freely against my flesh.

  “So fucking sexy,” he breathed. And then he stroked himself through his tight jeans.

  I spread my legs out wide so that he could see just what he was doing to me.

  Scarecrow took in my bare pussy with its glistening folds. I saw his eyes flash before he ripped his clothes off, not caring where they landed.

  His cock was huge against his stomach and he stroked it absent-mindedly as he watched me.

  “You want a taste?” he murmured.

  CHAPTER 7

  I nodded willingly, and Scarecrow climbed up on the bed, loosening my gag.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his impressive body. Every single sinful inch of him was covered in cut muscle.

  I licked my lips in anticipation and my mouth opened as he fed me with his massive cock. I couldn’t do anything about how much he gave me because my hands were still cuffed to the headboard.

  There was something about the trust I had in him that resonated with me. I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me. Just as I knew that he was aware of every breath that I took.

  The moment felt more intimate than anything else we had done together. I used my tongue to get to know the feel of his dick. Circling the round head, I tasted the saltiness of his skin.

  I smelled the musky scent of his arousal and tasted the pure essence of his precum as it coated my mouth.

  “Fuck, Princess,” Scarecrow sounded hoarse as he slowly began to inch himself further into my mouth. “Open wide for me, Indy, just like that baby. Fuck, yeah.”

  I felt myself responding to his passion. My core was drenched.

  I wanted to rub my legs together to help ease the growing ache there. Or better yet, touch myself as I pleasured him.

  Scarecrow pushed his cock impossibly deep and I choked as a low moan escaped his lips. He pulled back assessing my eyes. I sucked him hard, letting him know that I wanted more, that I could handle anything he threw at me.

  He pushed again, but this time I was ready for him. I hollowed out my mouth and relaxed my throat, breathing out of my nose.

  “Fuck,” his control was slipping, “Oh yeah, take it all, Indy, take my cock.”

  He started fucking my face and I felt my arousal drip down between my ass cheeks.

  Scarecrow never pushed too far or too fast. It was as if he knew precisely how much I could handle.

  Just before I was sure that he was going to blow his load down my throat, he pulled back panting.

  “No,” he said almost to himself, “I want to be inside of you.”

  I didn’t speak, but my eyes remained glued to his face.

  A slow smirk appeared at the corner of his sexy mouth. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, Princess?”

  I blushed, an answer in itself, and he growled as he leaned down to kiss me. He had to taste himself on my lips, but he didn’t care. That only fueled my fire.

  I kissed him with my heart and soul. I knew that he didn’t do forever, but if he was willing to give me his everything for only tonight, I was going to take it.

  Scarecrow broke away with a curse, “I can’t get enough of you.”

  His words warmed my body all the way through. He ran the tip of his nose against my jaw and I pulled at the restraints, wanting to touch him.

  I saw his smile and dammit if I didn’t feel my pussy pulse. I wanted to please him. I needed to wipe any other woman from his memory.

  “What you do to me,” he murmured against my skin as he kissed his way down my body. He tugged lightly at the weights on my nipples with his teeth. And I gasped as a flood of arousal shot straight from my breasts to my pussy.

  I tried to control my movements, but my hips were lifting on their own accord.

  He gently bit the soft curve of my stomach and I bucked again.

  “You are perfect, Princess. Every fucking inch of you,” he kissed my hip bones, and I realized that loud moans were coming from my mouth.

  I wanted him desperately, “Please,” I whispered.

  His dark eyes shot to mine and I saw a ghost of a smile there. “I’ve got you, Indy. I take care of what’s mine. And you are mine, right, baby?”

  How could I be his? As much as I wanted to, and I desperately wanted to, I knew that this was only a passing through kind of thing.

  Scarecrow frowned when I didn’t answer. “Indy, you are mine!”

  Suddenly, I felt my eyes fill with tears and he began to look worried. Scarecrow immediately undid the restraints on my wrists.

  “Did I hurt you?” his voice was so tender that I wanted to weep.

  It was then that I knew deep in my heart that I wanted to be his. I didn’t want anyone else coming near him.

  I couldn’t respond, so I did the next best thing. Sinking my hands into Scarecrow’s hair, I kissed him for all that I was worth. I put everything into it, not holding anything back. I wanted him to feel my fears of him leaving and I hope that he was falling for me as much as I was for him.

  “Shit, Indy!” the raw emotion in his voice egged me on. I slid so that I was straddling him as he sat against the headboard. Sinking down, I took his dick and rubbed it across the wet heat of my pussy until we were both panting with need.

  I sank down on him, relishing the fullness that engulfed me when Scarecrow was inside of me. Grabbing the headboard, I raised myself up and down his cock. The sounds of our lovemaking were filling the room.

  “I love to see my clamps on your nipples, Indy.” He pushed impossibly deep and I ground my hips into him.

  He tugged on the weights again and I cried out, feeling my core’s responding pulse.

  Scarecrow grabbed my hips and really began fucking me. His eyes never leaving mine as he slammed his hard length into me at a furious pace.

  “I’m going to come,” I cried out.

  “Yeah, baby, come for me. Come all over my dick, Princess.”

  The tremors overtook me, and as my world shattered around me, he rammed his hard length into my core.

  When I could catch my breath, I noticed that he hadn’t found his release. His eyes glittered dangerously as he switched our positions so that I was now laying down on the bed and he was above me.

  He grabbed my ass and lifted it, so my back arched off the bed. He rammed himself inside of me hitting an all-new angle and then began to fuck me earnestly.

  I cried out as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I didn’t think that I had another one in me, but as he grasped my thighs, watching where his cock disappeared inside of me, I felt more turned on than ever.

  Suddenly, he released the nipple clamps and my breasts burn. I hadn’t realized the intensity, as the pleasure and pain intermixed with each other. Scarecrow’s hands went to my swollen nipples, and his gentle touch was all that I needed to fly over the precipice once more.

  “Fuck,” he cried out and then it was just my name, “Indy, Indy, agh, Indy!”

  As he joined me in oblivion.

  We lay there panting together, my eyes closed and his large body hovering over mine.

  I f
elt his cock slip from my core as he stood and grabbed a towel. Gently, he wiped between my thighs, and my heart contracted at the tenderness.

  He threw the towel away and then climbed back into bed, gathering me against his chest. We were silent for several moments, and I wondered if perhaps he had fallen asleep.

  I snuggled further into his neck, taking in the scent of him and allowing my body to drift into slumber.

  Just before I fell asleep, I heard him murmur, “You are mine, Indy. I will never let you go.”

  And a soft smile spread across my face. I was his, and he was mine.

  CHAPTER 8

  A pounding on the door shook me from my sleep. I struggled to move with Scarecrow’s huge body entangled with mine. I took a moment to take in his deeply tanned skin. He had a brown mole on his collarbone that I traced with my fingertip.

  “Go back to sleep, Indy,” he didn’t even open his eyes.

  The knocking on the door resumed.

  “Aren’t you going to answer that?” I smiled as he sighed.

  “Not a chance in hell. Jake knows that I am not to be disturbed.”

  “How do you know that it's Jake?” I wondered.

  Scarecrow opened one eye, damn he was sexy.

  “There are only three people that know where this place is, and two of them are lying in this bed.”

  I froze, “How is that possible?”

  He smirked, “It's called magic, Sweetheart.”

  I wanted to flick his forehead, but Jake’s voice interrupted us.

  “Scarecrow, you need to see this!”

  His head thumped against the pillow, “I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.”

  “Scarecrow!” Jake bellowed, “Get your ass out of bed! This is important!”

  Scarecrow untangled himself from me and rose from the bed. My gaze followed his thick muscular legs up to his tight ass. From there I took in his narrow waist and muscular back. He had a crest tattooed on his right shoulder that caught my eye.

  “Enjoying the view?” his dark eyes smiled as he buttoned his jeans.

  I grinned, “Always, that’s not even a question.”

  He motioned to me, “Likewise.”

  I looked down to see the sheets pooled around my waist. My breasts were hanging free, and my hair was undoubtedly all over the place.

  “Yeah, I am a real prize,” sarcasm hiding my embarrassment as I pulled the sheet up under my arms.

  His eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything.

  Impulsively, I asked, “What does that crest on your shoulder mean?”

  Scarecrow paused for a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head. I wasn’t sure that he was going to answer me, but then he did.

  “It is the crest of my mother’s family. She wasn’t from here.”

  I had never heard him speak of his family.

  “Scarecrow, don’t make me come in there!” Jake’s annoyance was laced in every word.

  “Keep your damn shirt on. I am coming!” Scarecrow yelled back. And then he turned to face me, “You may want to put something on.”

  Considering he had torn my t-shirt last night I would most likely be stealing something of his. Or using my magic, which even I knew wasn’t the best idea.

  Scarecrow walked out of the bedroom, and he and Jake’s voices faded as they walked down the stairs.

  I was curious as to what was going on, so I jumped out of bed and threw underwear and bra on. Then I grabbed my jeans and went over to Scarecrow’s closet.

  It was huge and smelled just like him. For the briefest moment, I just took it in, but then I saw some t-shirts and pulled one on. It wasn’t hard to choose a color considering they were all black.

  Pulling on my shoes, I raced to the door and down the steps to find them. But I hadn’t gotten more than ten steps into the bar when Jake pulled me into him. It shocked me at first because we were barely acquaintances. But he quickly let me go as soon as I was behind him.

  “Why don’t you wait for Scarecrow upstairs?” he asked as his eyes darted back and forth.

  “Why would I do that? What is going on?”

  He rubbed the back of his neck, “I just think that it would be best if you did.”

  Feathers ruffled, I shot back, “I don’t give a flying rat’s ass what you think, Jake.”

  The left side of his mouth kicked up, “You sounded just like him there. Have you been spending too much time together?”

  I flushed wondering if he could hear what we had been doing upstairs. “That’s none of your fucking business.”

  A smile broke across his face, “A match made in heaven, or at least a match made somewhere.”

  “What the hell, Jake?” I shoved his hard chest, trying to push past him. It was like shoving a brick wall.

  “It’s okay, Jake,” Scarecrow said from somewhere behind him. “You can let her through now.”

  It dawned on me that he was just wasting time so that I wouldn’t see whatever had pulled Scarecrow out of bed. Were they hiding a woman?

  “What’s going on, Scarecrow?” I demanded.

  He looked down into my eyes. There was no humor in them. If I had to pin it down to something, I would say that he looked troubled.

  “Indy, there has been another attack,” he said gently.

  “Where? How many were involved?” I felt sick.

  Scarecrow bit his lower lip, “Two Munchkins, but that isn’t the worst of it. Whoever this was, left a message for you.”

  “What kind of message?” my voice sounded weak to my ears.

  Scarecrow walked over to me and took me in his arms, “We are going to catch the bastard. I promise you that.”

  I nodded against his broad chest, my arms tight around his narrow waist.

  “I want to see the message,” my voice was muffled by his shirt.

  He pulled away but kept an arm around me.

  “Indy, this is pretty gruesome. I have some fairies that are in the middle of cleaning the scene up.”

  I nodded, “I need to know who they are, it is my responsibility to notify the next of kin.”

  Scarecrow opened the front door to the bar, and that’s when I smelt the rancid overpowering scent of blood. The streets looked like they had been bathed in it. Blankets were covering two small forms. My heart clutched in my chest. I hadn’t realized that I was crying until Scarecrow pulled me once more against him.

  “If this is too much, Princess, I will take care of it. You don’t need to see all of this.”

  But I did. How was I supposed to be the ruler of Oz if I couldn’t take care of my people? These two individuals had families, responsibilities, and futures that were senselessly cut short.

  I wiped my eyes, “No, I can do it. Why would they do this here? We are almost out of my territory. The Munchkins don’t live outside of the village.”

  Scarecrow took my hand, squeezing it tightly, “Look at the wall.”

  Written in blood were the words, “They come and go so quickly here. Who is next?”

  “Shit,” I took in a deep breath. “Scarecrow, this makes five victims in the last two weeks. We have to stop her.”

  “Are you sure that it's this Dorothy person?” he looked unconvinced, “I can’t see a young girl doing something like this.”

  I whipped around to face him, “She dropped a fucking house on me. What are a few more murders?”

  “Maybe it was a mistake?”

  I felt my temper rise, “Maybe it was a mistake to ask you for help. Maybe it was a mistake to think that you would take me seriously.”

  He raised a brow, “I am only playing devil’s advocate. We don’t have concrete evidence that it was her.”

  “Scarecrow?” A beautiful fairy fluttered up to us, “We have found something.”

  We both turned and followed the six-inch fairy over to where the victims had been. They were no longer on the ground, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know where the fairies had taken them.

  She pointed to a bloody rag t
hat I hadn’t noticed before. The fairy whipped her wand out, and in a flash, it floated before us, dripping on the pavement. She flicked her wand again, and the blue and white checkered material was as fresh and clean as if it were brand new. You could now see that it had been torn from something or someone.

  My eyes met Scarecrow’s, “This is from the dress that Dorothy was wearing when she tried to kill me. Do you believe me now?”

  CHAPTER 9

  “Look, she sounds like a psychopath. We need to call Daddy to take care of this.” Glenda, our youngest sister, said earnestly from the end of the table.

  I had called a meeting of the witches after this latest attack. Since all of the witches of Oz happened to be my sisters, the four of us sat around one of the tables in Scarecrow’s empty bar.

  “I am not calling Dad!” I said adamantly. It was just like Glenda to want to run to Daddy. But wasn’t that the whole point of him giving us the responsibility in the first place?

  “I agree with Indy,” El flipped her wavy brown hair behind her shoulder.

  Glenda rolled her eyes, flashing her perfect manicure exclaimed with her hands, “Of course you agree with Bastinda! You always agree with her, Elphaba. You are twins after all.”

  I fucking hated when she used my full name, and she knew it—bitch.

  El’s hands started to blaze, “Listen, Ms. Good-For-Nothing if you want to run to Daddy, go right ahead. But I think that Indy is showing leadership and determination by taking this on by herself.”

  Glenda pouted, her pretty pink bottom lip popping out. “What do you think, Mombi?”

  But Mombi hadn’t been paying much attention. Her eyes had been glued to Jake since the moment she had walked in.

  “When did he start working here?” she asked, not caring that she was changing the subject.

  I lifted a brow, “I haven’t any idea. Why?”

  Mombi’s bright green eyes shot over to me, “Don’t you know who that is?”

  I looked at El and then back at Jake. Was this a trick question?

  “Yes,” I answered, “That is Jake, he is Scarecrow’s friend and bartender.”