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

by S Cinders

  “Keep those legs still, Indy or I will tie them.”

  You would think the command would piss me off, but it only caused my pussy to clench.

  “You like that?” his dark laugh spread joy throughout my body. I liked it when I made him happy.

  He picked up another piece of ice, trailing it down my stomach and around my belly button. Just as he had on my breasts, he always followed with his mouth. Licking and sucking the moisture away.

  “Spread your legs as far as they can go, Indy.”

  I hurriedly did as I was asked. My wrists were starting to hurt just a little. The pain from trying to reach for him, but it was a good kind of pain. One that reminded me that I was alive and that this sexy man was capable of doing anything to me.

  Grabbing more ice, he began to trace my mons. It felt so incredible. He was so close to where I needed him, where I wanted him.

  “Please,” I cried out.

  His growl of approval had my heart flip over.

  “I love it when you beg, Baby.”

  “Please, please, please,” I chanted as he slipped the ice lower and let it melt against my already soaking folds.

  It was an unusual feeling, but I liked it, I liked it a lot.

  “Scarecrow!” It was a keening cry as he allowed the little piece to graze across my clit.

  “What do you want, Indy?”

  “Stop teasing me!” I demanded.

  I would swear later, that I could actually hear the smile in his voice.

  “Wrong answer.”

  He went to get up, “Wait!” I cried out, “Don’t leave me!”

  “What do you want, Indy?” he repeated.

  “You, I want you!”

  “More,” his dark tones took on a gravelly quality.

  “I want you inside of me.”

  He coated one of his thick fingers in my juices and slid it deep inside of me.

  I wanted to hit him!

  “No, you jackass!” I all but screamed at him. “I need your cock. Please, give me your cock. Fuck me, Scarecrow! Fuck me until I can’t remember my name.”

  It wasn’t a second later that his massive cock was buried to the hilt inside of me. I couldn’t even breathe! He was pulling out, but only to ram back in harder and deeper.

  Fuck, this was what I needed.

  When he was deep inside of me, everything else fell by the wayside.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he growled in my ear.

  “Yes, oh, Scarecrow, don’t stop.”

  “Baby, nothing could stop me now,” he bit on the soft part of my earlobe as he slammed into me again and again.

  It was harsh, almost brutal the way he took my body, and I loved every second of it. I wanted him deeper than anyone had ever been.

  My legs tightened around him and dug into his ass. I couldn’t stop my hips from meeting every last one of his thrusts.

  “You are so tight,” he rasped, “It's incredible.”

  “You are so damn big,” I returned as I clenched my core.

  “Fuck, Indy!” He grabbed my hips and lifted them off the bed. I was partly suspended by the silk and his hands.

  Keeping a punishing grip on my skin, he changed the angle of his thrusts and this time when he rammed inside, I saw stars.

  This man knew how to fuck.

  My pleas to him and every deity in existence where drown out when he came shortly after I did.

  He didn’t wait to untie me, but did it immediately, checking the red welts to make sure I hadn’t broken the skin.

  “Are you alright?” he asked tenderly, kissing my temple.

  I turned toward him, needing the closeness that I had been denied.

  Scarecrow gathered me tightly against him and pulled the blankets up to cover us.

  I had started to drift to sleep when I felt him nudge me, “You never answered me.”

  “Hmm?” I tried to focus on his words.

  “Indy, are you alright?”

  I smiled against his neck, “I’m with you, of course, I am.”

  CHAPTER 21

  “You broke my fucking lamp!” Steele bellowed at Scarecrow after the maid had dropped off breakfast.

  Her brows had raised at the torn linens and tipped furniture. Things had gotten a little wild when we were wrestling. What could I say?

  Apparently, the maid had reported it back to Steele, and he was pissed as hell. I hid in the bathroom with my ear pressed up against the door when he came thundering up the stairs.

  “Shit, is that one of my sheets tied to the bedpost? What kind of kinky shit went on in here?”

  The incredulity in his tone had me blushing as I remembered just how amazing it had been.

  Scarecrow scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous. A little bondage never hurt anyone. And for the record, it’s a pillowcase.”

  “What about the chair?” he continued, “Or the hole in the wall?”

  Scarecrow paused, and I could just picture him rolling his eyes.

  “I will pay for whatever supposed damages we may have incurred.”

  “Supposed damages? Fuck that! And I don’t want your money, Scarecrow. We are too good of friends for that. But shit, what if you screwed things up with the girl? She knows we're friends. This isn’t how you treat a lady. What if she goes running to her sister with some bullshit story about this place or worse—me?”

  Scarecrows dark chuckle curled my insides.

  “Is that what this is about? El? You are beyond pussy whipped, Steele. Just man up and apologize to the woman.”

  Steele was still holding onto something for my sister. The idea intrigued me.

  “I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about Elphaba. And besides that, she is the one at fault, so why would I apologize?”

  Steele’s words were laced with venom.

  Scarecrow laughed, “The two of you are acting like two-year-old’s. What has it been Steele? Two years or more? How long are you going to let the woman you love pass you by on some misguided point of pride?”

  “We were on a fucking break!” Steele exploded. “I didn’t know if she would ever attempt to breathe the same air as I did. She implicitly said that she didn’t want to ever see me again. Hell, she spelled me with a limp dick for over two weeks until I was able to find someone who could break it. How was I to know that she would come looking for me that night?”

  This was getting better and better. A part of me felt terrible that El had never told me about it. We were twins for heaven’s sake, and I had thought we had very few secrets from one another.

  Then again, she didn’t know the full extent of my feelings for Scarecrow either.

  “So, you decided to punish her by kissing that bitch from Mombi’s court right in front of her. You brought it on yourself. You know that, right?”

  Steele’s frustration was evident, “I was drunk off my ass! And yes, I did want El to know that I had moved on. I also wanted her to know that my dick was no longer under her control.”

  Scarecrow laughed, “I have a feeling that El will always have control over your dick. It’s your head that needs to be examined. Because rather than apologize when she was devastated by your betrayal. You start yelling out about how you’re on a break and how it was the best thing that she had ever suggested. Fuck, Steele, you gave her the knife and practically begged her to slice you up with it.”

  “We were on a break!” Steele insisted, “And that didn’t mean that she had to go sleep with you!”

  There was silence in the room.

  I hadn’t realized that I was no longer breathing.

  “I never fucked El. First off, we are too old of friends for you to think I would do something like that to you. I knew you liked her as much as she liked you, dumbass. And second, I only kissed her. It didn’t mean anything to either of us. And quite frankly, you deserved it for how you treated her. I have never had feelings for her.”

  Steele sounded mulish, “Then how do you explain, Indy?”

  “I don’t have t
o explain shit to you,” Scarecrow bit off. “But because I know my girl is hiding in that bathroom, listening to every damn word we say, and that you have more than likely caused her to get all worked up again by your petty jealousy, I will say it once more.

  "El and Indy might share the same beautiful face, but they are as different as night and day. I don’t feel compelled to lock El away for the rest of her life if someone so much as breathes in her direction. I don’t get hard just by smelling her on my pillow or seeing her in my shirt. And I sure as fuck don’t lay awake at night reliving every damn moment we have ever had together. Praying that she doesn’t wake up and realize how wrong we are for each other.”

  “Shit,” Steele’s surprised tone cut through the air. “You love her!”

  I must have pressed too hard against the handle because suddenly the bathroom door popped open and I came sprawling out into the room dressed in Scarecrow’s t-shirt and panties.

  “Right on time,” Scarecrow bent down to where I lay—mortified at being caught. “You alright there, Princess?”

  I muttered as he helped me to my feet.

  “I think I broke something,” I groaned as a furious blush spread across my cheeks. “I didn’t know you had company!”

  “Your pride doesn’t count,” Scarecrow slapped my ass playfully, “Liar, liar, pants utterly on fire.”

  I scowled as Steele beamed at the both of us.

  “I didn’t know that you were in love! That changes everything! Indy would you put in a good word with your sister for me? I know that she hates me right now, but that can’t last forever, right?”

  Scarecrow hadn’t refuted Steele’s claim. Could he possibly love me in return?

  “Um,” I tucked a dark curl behind my ear, “Sure, Steele. Although, my sister never really listens to me about dating stuff.”

  His eyes dimmed, but there was still hope glimmering.

  “That’s okay, I mean, as long as you don’t say anything bad. I don’t think El could think worse of me, but you never know.”

  “I am sorry about the room,” I blurted out.

  Steele brushed it away with a smile, “Don’t worry about it. Nothing that can’t be fixed. And besides, you two are good friends.”

  Scarecrow raised a haughty brow, “Laying it on a little thick, mate.”

  The blonde man grinned, “Whatever it takes!”

  He turned to leave, “You are welcome here anytime, Indy. I am serious about that. I couldn’t be happier for you both.”

  Steele closed the door behind him as he walked away.

  “Did you hear everything you wanted to?”

  Scarecrow’s teasing voice was muffled against my hair as he pulled me into him.

  “I wasn’t eavesdropping!” I lied, loving when his large hands grasped the globes of my ass and squeezed hard.

  “Little girls that don’t tell the truth get spanked,” he warned in a playful tone.

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. His deeply tanned bare chest against my cheek.

  The tip of my tongue slipped out to trace the curve of a tattoo. He was delicious, every last inch of him.

  “Did you mean what you said?”

  “That I will spank your ass?” he teased, “Absolutely.”

  I rubbed my face into his pecs, “No, you didn’t correct Steele when he said that when he implied...”

  I couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “When that dickhead said that we were in love? I didn’t think that I had to. It isn’t any of his business what we are to each other.”

  I hid my face, not wanting to admit that I needed to know if it was true or not. Did Scarecrow love me?

  “Hey,” he nudged me with his shoulder, “What is this? Are you mad?”

  I shook my head, “No. We had better be getting dressed though if we are going to drive all the way out to the Sapphire City.”

  He released me reluctantly, “Yeah, I guess so.”

  My heart felt heavy, and I wanted to crawl under the bed and let out the massive ugly tears that were forming in my throat.

  I was fooling myself to ever think that Scarecrow would ever love me the way that I loved him.

  My silky bra appeared in front of me and wordlessly I took it from him.

  I was about to slip it on having just pulled Scarecrow’s t-shirt when I was whirled around. My nipples, rubbing deliciously against his still naked chest.

  “I didn’t think I had to tell him that I was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with you, Indy. Fuck, any fool that saw us together would see what a love-sick ass hat that I have turned into.”

  I closed my eyes as the emotion overwhelmed me. Tears escaped down the sides of my face.

  “Baby?” his concerned tone only released another flood of emotion. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

  I swallowed a sob, “I'm just happy.”

  “Shit woman,” he pulled me tightly against him, “If this is you happy I hate to see you sad.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered, and he stilled.

  I wondered after a long pause, that perhaps he hadn’t heard me.

  But his darkened voice was gruff when he responded, “I know, baby. I know.”

  CHAPTER 22

  The long ride to Sapphire City had given me some time to think. I didn’t like the distance that my sisters and I had allowed to come between us—especially with myself and El.

  I vowed that once I got back to Munchkin Land, I was going to call them. Just because we had been separated by location didn’t mean we shouldn’t be just as close as we always had been.

  Dorothy had also taken up a lot of my thoughts. I couldn’t understand the motives behind the violence. What did she hope to gain from all of this? It stood to reason that if I could just figure that out, I would be one step closer to finding her.

  We didn’t get many visitors in Oz. And those of us that were born here never left. Some might say that is small minded thinking, but if you lived in wonderland, why would you ever leave?

  Besides the fact that there were horrible fates that awaited travelers on every border. The Impassable Desert resided above Gillikin Country, my sister Mombi’s territory in the North. To the east of Munchkin Country was the Shifting Sands—nobody had ever made it out of there alive.

  Underneath Quadling Country, where my youngest sister Glenda reigned, was the Great Sandy Waste. Beyond Winkle County to the west of El’s area, was the Deadly Desert.

  I needed to ask Scarecrow how he came to Oz. I knew the reason—my father—but not the route.

  I also couldn’t help but worry about Scarecrow’s inability to age. Could we have a future together if I grew old, but he didn’t? Would my father still help him if he knew we were dating? My father had wanted us to marry into royal families.

  It was one of the biggest reasons he continued to let a twat like Prince Gregory to be familiar with me and my sisters.

  Being able to change into the beast meant that he was a shifter of some sort, but not in the traditional sense of the word.

  We had shifters in Oz. There was a pride of Lions that roamed part of Mombi’s lands. But he didn’t turn into an animal, just a heightened, scary version of himself.

  There was also the magic that was only present when he was in beast form. Scarecrow wasn’t a witch. I felt that in my bones, and we witches can usually tell if there's another within ten miles, give or take a few.

  But then, I hadn’t felt Dorothy either, and she had to be some type of witch.

  All of these questions kept plaguing me as the countryside passed, virtually unnoticed by me. It wasn’t until we reached the walls of Sapphire City that I realized we had been riding for hours.

  My legs were stiff, but I was getting used to the bike.

  Scarecrow wrapped his arms around me as soon as he had deposited his helmet.

  “Are you doing okay, Princess?”

  His concerned toned washed over me as I melted against his large frame.

  I nodde
d.

  But he could sense that I wasn’t telling the complete truth. His finger tipped my chin up so that I could look into his eyes.

  “What is this all about?”

  The lines between my brows deepened, “It's nothing. Just worried about things that I can’t change, which I know is stupid.”

  “We are going to catch Dorothy,” he promised and then after a slight pause added, “Are you worried about us?”

  I flushed guiltily.

  “Indy, I don’t have eyes for anyone but you,” Scarecrow said wearily.

  “It’s not that,” I sighed. “I worry about what happens when I grow ugly and old and you remain,” I motioned to his sexy body, “perfect.”

  I knew that he wanted to argue with me.

  “Don’t tell me that you will love me no matter what because that will only make me mad,” I warned.

  He laughed, “Okay, I will drop your ass the moment it gets soggy.”

  I playfully punched at his chest, “That is a terrible thing to say!”

  Scarecrow smirked, “How about we just tell people that I am into cougars?”

  “Scarecrow!” I laughed smacking him once again.

  “They say that women reach their prime later in life,” his eyes danced.

  “Right,” I mocked, “Here Scarecrow, can you hold my walker while I grab the lube?”

  He threw his head back and laughed, his face impossibly handsome in his amusement.

  “I will just be happy that you are still allowing me access to all of this amazingness,” his hands squeezed my ass as he pulled me tighter against his muscular frame.

  I sighed, “Will you be serious?”

  He paused before answering in a normal tone, “I am serious, Indy. You are it for me. I don’t know how this is going to work out. I don’t know if your dad will shit bricks once he realizes I am boning his daughter. Nor do I know if something will take me out tomorrow. But I do know how I feel about you, and that isn’t changing.”

  “Is this where the credits roll, and a sappy love song rings out across the audience as the lights come up?” the slightly sardonic tone washed over me.

  Prince Gregory.