She was straining, reaching for the glittering promise… Then the glorious feeling rushed over, popping and sparkling like a well-spoken magic spell. Sage cried out as she shattered into a thousand bright stars.
Ravin kissed his way back to Sage’s lips. Her eyes were still glazed, her body still quaking. He wanted to keep her in that state, so he wrapped the sex magic around them once again. Heat pulsed around them, weaving intricate patterns of pure want, of base need.
He took one of her coral nipples into his mouth, teasing it, sucking hard as he positioned his cock at her entrance. She gasped and wiggled, her little hands fluttering across his shoulders. He wanted to plunge into her moist heat but kept his movements slow and deliberate.
She drove him wild, distracted him from the gentle seduction he wanted to give her. When her hands curled around his buttocks, urging him toward her, he filled her tight pussy with his cock then, though it nearly killed him, he waited for her to adjust to his size.
“Move,” she whimpered. “I want that…that feeling again.”
“Yes, mistress.” But not yet. He rose up to his knees, wrapping an arm around her thighs and pulling her legs flush against his body.
Even as he ached to take her as furiously as the sex magic demanded, he stilled the hunger biting at him. Whispering, he created purple tendrils from the cloud enveloping them. The spell was one he’d used before.
Thin vines wrapped around Sage’s hard nipples.
“What are you doing?” Panic edged her voice.
“Pleasure is my only goal,” he promised. “Trust me.”
Two more vines enclosed her wrists, drawing her arms above her head. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. Another magical strip wound around the base of his cock, and a very thin sparkle encircled Sage’s clit. Gasping, she licked her lips and moaned, pushing herself against him. The magic would tighten and torture at the appropriate moments and when pain became pleasure…they would let go.
And so would Sage.
He thrust inside her, shuddering as her tight heat gripped him. Not yet. If she came on his cock, the wish would be granted. Before that happened, she needed to say the words…the words of his freedom and her imprisonment.
He would do to her what Krenna had done to him. With her exotic beauty and bedroom skills and pretty lies, she had made him say the words. My heart is yours, do what thou wilt.
“Ravin…” Her voice held raw need. Goddess above! His sweet little witch was wet and ready. What a sensual creature she was, so eager and so beautiful.
He looked at her, capturing her gaze. He wouldn’t let her look away as he pounded into her, his strokes deep and sure. When her eyes glazed and her body tensed, he withdrew his cock.
“No!” she cried. She tried to move her arms, more than likely to grab at him and make him stay put. The tendrils would not bend or break. “Ravin!”
He looked down at his cock, which dripped with her juices. Smiling, he pushed down her legs then moved up, placing his knees on either side of her stomach. The sex magic swirled around her breasts, pushing them together until a hollow was created.
“You’re not going to put that…there, are you?” She sounded more curious than concerned.
“Yes.” He inserted his cock into the tight space created by her breasts squeezed together. “I will teach you many ways to bring pleasure to your lover.”
He was past gentle seduction. The pounding he’d spared her pussy, he gave to her luscious breasts. Goddess! The friction was intense. He groaned, panting harshly, and tortured himself with this pseudo-fucking. His cock was so big, the tip brushed the base of her throat, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Sage seemed to like every aspect, so far, of lovemaking.
Damn. His orgasm was perilously close and though he would like watch his seed splatter Sage’s pearlescent skin, he had another thought. “Will you suck my cock?”
“Yes,” she said. She was writhing against the furs, obviously close to coming.
“And you will drink my come?”
She licked her lips and nodded. He whispered a spell and the vines released her wrists.
Ravin stopped his thrusts and pushed the tip of his thick head against her lips. She opened her mouth wide and he slide inside. His beautiful Sage was a faster learner. She swirled her tongue around his cock. Then the little witch cupped his balls with one hand and curled the other around his penis, pressing against the magical cock ring. Her tongue lapped and suckled his head while her hands stroked the hard flesh of his penis and the round softness of his balls.
He couldn’t hold on. His control broke. He pushed his cock inside as far as he could and she clamped her lips around it. He jerked once, twice, and filled her mouth with his hot come. After she drank him dry, he moved to the side and stroked her stained lips. “Very good, Sage. And now…”
With one utterance, all the magical bands dissipated.
“Oh!” Sage cupped her pussy, her hips arching, as she experienced another orgasm. A long moment later, she sank to the furs and looked at him. “Thank you.”
Touched by her gratitude, and guilty because he didn’t deserve it, Ravin smiled. “I am happy to give you pleasure.”
“Are you?”
“Yes,” he said, because it was true. “I have not enjoyed sex this much—”
“In a hundred years?” She grinned then shyly touched his thigh. “Why were you cursed into the locket?”
“Because I loved the wrong woman.” He lay on his side next to her and made patterns on her stomach.
“What would happen if you loved the right woman?”
Startled, he looked at her. She glanced down then apparently gathered her courage to look at him once more. “I-I don’t mean me, of course. I’m just the lucky girl who found the locket.”
Here was his chance. Sage was a sweet girl, a naïve virgin. She might not fancy herself in love with him, but there was no doubt she was enamored of him. It was only natural that she would find him intriguing—he was the first man to give her pleasure, the one who had taken a gift she could never give again.
Regret settled heavily in his gut. If only things were different. If only the curse did not require another soul to take on the next five hundred years of sexual servitude.
“There’s a way to break the curse,” she said. She turned onto her side and sifted her fingers through his hair. “Is that why you didn’t grant the wish yet?”
His brows rose. She didn’t miss much, did she? This was the moment he’d been waiting for. He would give her the words, and after he completed the wish, she would say them…
Why did his throat suddenly knot? Why did his stomach churn? He studied her face—so expressive, hiding nothing, and her eyes, so guileless. Had he been that way with Krenna? Had she looked at him and known he would do anything for a single crumb of her affection? When he had found the locket and she had appeared to him, he’d given her his wish. And she found a way, day after day, to not grant it. Not until he was so in love with her, he promised to the say the words. And when he did…
“I’ve condemned you to five hundred years as a sex slave.”
“What?” Even as she confessed her sins, he felt the strange tingling. It had been the locket connecting to his soul as it freed Krenna’s.
“The locket, you fool. It’s the curse of love, the curse of the damned locket. Your curse now.”
“Krenna, no! What have you done?”
“My lover tricked me, Ravin, and now, I have tricked you. How can love turn to something so cruel, so awful?” She looked at the gold locket and shook her head. “The first one to call you after five hundred years have passed will take your place in the locket, but only if your lover will say the same words that fell from your delicious lips. If not…the curse is yours forever.”
So, that was the deal. Either he lived with the guilt of cursing an innocent soul or he stayed a sex slave for all eternity.
Chapter Three
“Ravin?”
S
age’s gentle voice drew him from the past to the present. He traced her jaw, tickling her earlobe.
“Tell me,” said Sage. “What must I do?”
“After I complete the wish, you must look me in the eyes and say, ‘My heart is yours, do what thou wilt.’”
“That’s all?” She considered him, as if weighing his worth. Her smile was glorious. “I understand, Ravin. I’ll say the words.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am sure about you.”
He frowned. What was she talking about? Never mind. He didn’t want to think about what he was about to do. He would be free, but at what price?
* * * * *
Ravin stared at her so long, and worse, attempted no other seduction that Sage decided she had been the submissive participant long enough. She pushed on his shoulders and rolled on top of him.
Not only was he handsome, he was built. Muscles on his muscles, as her sister Ginger would say. She nibbled the line of his jaw and pressed her naked body against his. Her budding nipples rasped against his chest.
With a sigh, he pulled her closer, his hand finding the soft curve of her hip. His thumb traced the contour, then he cupped her buttock. Her restless hands trailed his chest, her palms rubbing his nipples. She draped a leg over his and arched back to show him her breasts.
He took the sweet bounty she offered and kissed their undersides before sliding his tongue around her puckered nipples. She pushed the slick folds of her pussy on his half-hard cock. She felt it twitch.
“Touch me, Ravin,” she said.
One hand clenched her buttock, but the other slipped between their bodies and stroked her clit. He drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled. Hot pleasure ignited everywhere he touched, he kissed. Nadrin had been wrong about her. She had been wrong about herself. She was not cold.
She had only been waiting for the right man.
Sage tolerated the sweet torture of his mouth on her breasts, then she pulled away and took his lips in a long, slow kiss.
His cock responded to what she knew was a clumsy seduction. Though she felt a little sore, her pussy was already quickening, already wet enough to take him now. Yet these feelings enrapturing her were more than just lust. What she felt was not hands and mouths and movement. What she felt was more pure, more soulful than mere lust.
Though Ravin was surely hiding information from her, such as what the curse might do to her should she utter those fateful words, she knew, somehow, that all would be well. What the Goddess wills, so mote it be.
The purple haze enveloped them once again, and Sage realized Ravin was calling on the sex magic again. In the books about love and lust and everything in between, her sisters had read about the physical nature of sex, in ways that Ravin would be surprised she even knew about. She knew about sex magic, but it was a difficult power to wield. She wondered if Ravin had developed the skills on his own or if the sex magic was part of the locket’s curse.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He rolled her onto her back and entered her swiftly. He gave her no time to prepare or to change her mind. His desperation seeped even through the heat of the magic, which pulled at them like multiple hands and mouths. Every inch of her felt on fire, tingling and sparking until all she felt, all she knew was Ravin.
He pumped into her hard and fast, and she wrapped her legs around him and met his every frantic stroke. Her hands were everywhere—his thighs, buttocks, back, shoulders, sweeping across the bulging muscles in the arms that held her, cupping the square jaw, trailing the strong cords in his neck.
“Sage,” he whispered in a tone reserved for worshiping the Goddess.
His fierce possession took her breath away, and passion built, a flame that threatened to burn her into ash.
She clawed at his back, her hips meeting his as he fucked her. “Yes! Oh, Ravin!”
A low moan caught in her throat. Ooooh! The familiar blooming of pleasure burst and she soared into the intensity of it, loving how she felt, but loving Ravin more.
“Damn it,” he cried. He stiffened, his tortured gaze on hers, and she felt the trembling of his cock and jetting heat of his come fill her pussy.
“Ravin,” she whispered. “My heart is yours, do—”
Ravin covered her mouth, his heart raging in his chest. Holy Goddess! “No, Sage. Don’t!”
She looked at him, her green eyes filling with tears.
“Promise not to say the words.”
She nodded and he took his hand away. He stroked her hair back from her face. They were sweaty and sticky and neither seemed prone to parting. It would be the last time ever they could hold each other, see each other.
“What will happen?” she asked.
“I’ll return to the locket and it will disappear. Who knows where it will hide next.”
“You were going to curse me?” Her gaze was soft with understanding. Suddenly, he realized she had guessed at his game. And yet, she was still going to say the words. Why the hell would she make such a sacrifice for him?
“As I was cursed so long ago, but I will not do what was done to me.” He kissed her forehead, wishing forlornly that he could stay with her. How wonderful it would be to live with and only love Sage.
“Nothing can be done?”
“Only the soul of the first one to call me in the five-hundredth year can be traded.”
“Then let—”
He shook his head. “I would rather spend my eternity as a sex slave, my little witch, than allow you to serve a single day. If I could give my heart to anyone, it would be to you.”
“Then know that you have my heart too.”
The familiar tingling sensation vibrated in his body. “Goodbye,” he said as he kissed Sage one last time.
Then he knew only darkness.
* * * * *
Ravin awoke, feeling more miserable than he ever had—even on the day Krenna had tricked him. He looked around and frowned. He appeared to be in a cave, and on a pile of furs. What the—
“You’re awake.” Sage ducked into the cave carrying a basket of herbs and a black robe. She was dressed in the blue frock he’d first seen her in. Confusion roiled through him. He sat up, unable to articulate his emotions. Stunned, he just stared at her.
She laughed, putting down the basket, and placing the robe near him. “I’m not a ghost.”
“But the curse…”
“You broke the curse, Ravin, when you sacrificed your freedom for mine.” She sat next to him and cupped his face. “I hope the robe fits. My sisters were visiting the cottage and I had to make them pinky swear not to follow me. They’re dying to meet you.”
“Meet me?” He drew her into his lap and touched her face, her hair, her shoulders. She was here and so was he. I’m free! “What about the locket?”
She withdrew a gold chain from underneath her top. For Love was still emblazoned on the gold heart. Opening the locket, he saw two heart-shaped pictures, his on the left and hers on the right.
She nibbled her lip. “Do you want to meet my family? I don’t want to assume that you want…well, just because the locket has our pictures…” She huffed out a breath. “You have choices. You’re free. I would never bind you to any kind of—”
“I love you, Sage.”
Relief shone in her gaze. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too.” She pushed at his massive shoulders until they both fell onto the furs. “Let me show you…”
Epilogue
Six months later…
“How does it feel to be married?” asked Sage. She sat on her husband’s lap, stroking his lovely purple hair. Their reception, hosted in the backyard of her parents’ home, buzzed with guests who were either finishing their cake and champagne or dancing.
“We’ve only been married for thirty-three minutes,” Ravin said, kissing her lightly. “I will need another hundred or so years to determine how I really feel about it.”
“Ha. Ha.” Sh
e tweaked his nose. “Say you love me.”
“You love me.” He laughed. “And I love you.”
Her sister Ginger, who was seven months pregnant, wiggled past them, dancing with her husband, Nigel. How her sister managed those moves with such a huge belly, she’d never know.
Beyond them, Drake, sporting a new kilt, twirled Rosemary around the floor.
They all looked so happy.
Just as she was.
Though their courtship had been short, Sage had never been more sure of anything in her life. She was nearly finished with her schooling. And Ravin had been learning the ins and outs of running the family herbal shop. Her parents would retire after her graduation, then she and Ravin would take over the family business. Not only would they continue to sell and recommend herbs for spells, they were already building out the room for her clinic. Soon, she would be a licensed healer.
“I do not think I’ve ever been happier than at this moment,” said Ravin. “You have given me everything. A home. Love.”
“What would you give me if I said I could make you happier?”
He grinned wickedly. “Anything you desire, my lady.”
She leaned down and whispered in his ear. His eyes went wide then he put his palm on her belly. “Truly?”
“Yes,” she said. “You will be a father in, oh, say seven and a half months.”
His eyes blazed and then he kissed her until her whole body felt as though it had caught fire. “We must celebrate!”
“Are we not in the middle of a celebration?”
Ravin picked her up and strode out from under the tent. He headed straight toward the Dark Forest. Sage looked at him. “You want to celebrate the baby by taking me into the scary woods?”
“To our cave,” he said. “To where love began.”
About the Author
Riley Ashford loves to write sensual love stories that explore unusual relationships and supernatural settings. She lives in the Midwest with her family, and enjoys reading, knitting and watching action flicks.
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