Witch Queens_Tales from Oz

by S Cinders

  His mouth came crashing down on mine, making my core clench as I stretched up on my toes to meet his thrusting tongue.

  My body felt electrified as his hands slid down my sides to cup the curve of my ample ass.

  He moaned low in his throat, “I love your curves, you are so fucking sexy.”

  I smiled into his kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around him so that we were pressed tightly from shoulder to hip.

  My breasts were heavy with need. I cried out when he pulled his lips away to graze them on my cheek.

  There was no way that he couldn’t feel my heart racing as he kissed my pulse, fluttering in my neck.

  “So perfect,” he murmured.

  My hands couldn’t get enough of his skin. I ripped his t-shirt up to touch his heated skin. In seconds, he pulled it over his head, and I was gobsmacked at the sheer expanse of him.

  Rippling muscles everywhere I could see, my fingers tracing every line and curve of his perfect abs.

  “Shit,” I whispered.

  He smirked as I continued my exploration, but it faded when I traced the deep v-cut on his hips.

  His breathing hitched, and he grabbed my hands, “Slow down, Princess.”

  He grabbed the bottom of my dress pulling it up and over my head. I stood there in my panties and bra. I knew that I had a few extra pounds on me, nothing like him, who most likely had zero percent body fat.

  But the way he looked at me. It was as if he was starving and I was the only thing on the menu.

  “Fuuuck,” he breathed, reaching up to cup my breasts.

  His thumbs rubbed gently across my nipples before he unclipped the front clasp, leaving me exposed to him.

  “Mombi, shit, you are perfect.”

  He pushed my bra off my shoulders and traced the veins in my breasts with his fingernail. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he traced my areola, and I gasped when he brought it to his mouth. Arching my back, I grabbed his head to pull him closer.

  His tongue was flicking and tracing my nipple, he worried it into a hard point and then moved to the other side.

  My pussy was flooded, with juices running down my thighs.

  He lifted me and placed me on my desk, pressing my head down as he pulled my ass toward him. I felt more exposed in this position than I had in any other. And then he parted my thighs, slipping my panties down my legs to see the most intimate part of me.

  “Fuck, you smell amazing!” He spread my thighs obscenely wide, “Keep your ass in the air, baby.”

  I hiked it up higher and heard the approval in his growl.

  There was a rustling as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. And then he was beside me once again. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but when he buried his face between my thighs, I cried out.

  His raspy tongue, exploring and lapping up all of my pleasure as I screamed out his name.

  I felt his fingers enter my core and I jolted at the fullness. And then, to my surprise, his other hand caressed the rim of my ass.

  “You have a gorgeous ass, Mombi,” his gravelly voice sending shivers up my spine.

  I had never had anyone touch my ass in that way before. He must have sensed my hesitation because he paused.

  “Has no one been here before?” his tone holding a quality of wonder.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “But you like it?” his question was soft as I felt his rough tongue glide across my rim.

  I jolted my ass back into him, “Yes, fuck, yeah.”

  “I can feel how much you like it,” he murmured as his hand continued to fuck my pussy. “You are perfect for me, Mombi. Perfect in every way, and I am going to make you mine, just wait and see.”

  CHAPTER 30 - PART 2 – Mombi

  I felt the blunt head of his cock slide against my folds, and I whimpered with need.

  “Baby, you are so hot,” he teased my clit with his dick, causing my legs to shake.

  “Please, Jake, fuck me!

  I wasn’t above begging. My pussy ached like never before, and somehow, I knew that with him, this would be perfect.

  My sex life before now had been pretty tame. Sure, I liked it as well as the next person, but there were no flashing lights or fireworks.

  I suppose that is why I was so blown away when Jake touched me. Suddenly the magic that I had heard about seemed like it could be a reality instead of just a fable.

  I thrust my hips back at him begging for more.

  Jake flipped me back around so that I was laying on my desk again. He lifted my legs up to his shoulders and lined his cock up with my slit.

  “Ready?” he murmured.

  “Please,” I pleaded and then screamed out when his massive cock impaled me.

  Jake was still above me, the muscles in his neck standing at attention as he struggled to maintain control.

  “Fuck, Mombi, you are so tight. Have you done this before?”

  My eyes snapped open, “I am not a virgin!”

  “You feel like one,” he growled. “Let me know when I can move.”

  I tried to focus on relaxing. His huge cock burned inside of me and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

  “Maybe you are too damn big,” I snarled back at him.

  There was a faint twitch of his lips, “I haven’t had any complaints before.”

  “Just get on with it,” I didn’t want to hear about anyone else, not complaining. I didn’t want there to be anyone else—ever.

  “Terribly romantic,” there was a distinct lift on the left side of his mouth.

  “I aim to please,” I remarked with sass and then gasped as he pulled out and rammed back inside of me.

  “Goddess above!” I screamed.

  “No, just me, Jake, but thank you for the compliment.”

  Snarky bastard.

  He picked my hips up with his hands and kept shoving himself inside of me. But with this new angle, it was starting to feel different—good different.

  “Ah!” I moaned loudly as he hit the right spot.

  “Ha!” he let out a growl of approval and then began to pump, hitting that spot repeatedly until I was screaming out.

  I wasn’t sure whether I wanted him off of me or deeper inside. I had never felt this way and worried that I might be coming unglued.

  His thrusts became militant and I suddenly had a burning pressure in my lower abdomen.

  Did I need to pee?

  “Stop!” I cried out, “I need to go!”

  He growled fiercely and thrust even harder. I knew that I would have bruises on my hips from his fingers.

  Then I was coming, my body convulsing in a myriad of pleasures as my body squirted cum all over his cock and balls.

  His face contorted as he spent himself deep inside of me.

  “Fuck, Mombi,” he rasped, “I didn’t know you were a squirter, that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

  I couldn’t catch my breath, “I-I didn’t know it either.”

  His eyes darkened, “Have you never done that before?”

  My flush started at my breasts, “No?”

  I saw the territorial look on his face.

  “Only with me,” he wrapped me in his arms.

  “ERM! MOMBI! MOMBI! I hate to interrupt your meeting, but there is someone here to see you.”

  Brad’s voice filled the office.

  I sighed, moving out of Jake’s arms to hit the speaker button on my phone.

  “Tell whoever it is to fuck off.”

  Jake snorted with laughter.

  Brad came on again. This time he seemed as if he were whispering.

  “I don’t want to do that. I like my head where it is and don’t have the sudden urge to be eaten.”

  I flew off the desk, searching for my clothing.

  Grabbing my dress, I yanked it over my head only to get caught with it around my shoulders.

  I was hopping about like a mad woman when Jake took pity on me.

  “You are going to hurt yourself,” he grinned as he pulled
my arms out of the correct holes.

  “Stupid dress,” I muttered, trying to flatten my 'just had sex hair'.

  He winked at me before calmly walking to wear his jeans were tossed and pulling them on. I watched as his dick disappeared beneath the buttons.

  Shit, that was hot.

  His eyes bore into mine, “If you continue to look at me like that, I will fuck you again over this desk. I don’t give a damn who is waiting outside.”

  That was hotter.

  I whisked around to find my panties and bra, but they had to have vanished into thin air.

  Never mind about that, I raced over to the door after making sure Jake had his t-shirt on and wrenched it open.

  “Well, well, well,” his gruff voice sounded eerily like Jake’s.

  Damn it.

  “Eric,” Jake snarled at his brother, “What are you doing here?”

  Eric scoffed, “I could ask the same of you, big brother, but I can already smell it.”

  In seconds, Jake had Eric pinned against the wall by the throat, “Don’t ever disrespect my mate or me again.”

  Eric’s eyes glittered with hatred, “She cannot be your mate, she is not a shifter!”

  Jake tightened his grip while Eric clawed at his hands.

  “Do you understand?” Jake hissed.

  “Yes!” Eric choked out, “No disrespect.”

  Jake dropped him to the floor like the pile of worthless trash that he was.

  “Why are you here? And why did you allow the blood bond to be broken?”

  Eric wheezed as he tried to get air back into his lungs.

  There were purple bruises already starting to form around his neck.

  “Answer me!” Jake demanded in a threatening tone.

  “The lionesses have been restless. They are the ones attacking the village and ravaging the farm animals.”

  “Why didn’t you stop them?” Jake growled menacingly in his throat.

  Eric sent a look of loathing, “Oh, gee, I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks for your insight, big brother.”

  Jake’s face tightened, and he took a step toward Eric, “I swear I will pull you limb from limb.”

  “They don’t listen to me!” Eric’s angry voice took on a pouty quality that I did not like. “And I can’t punish them. They are the mothers of my cubs.”

  “What is this really about?” Jake eyed him dangerously. “What did you do?”

  “I may have accidentally slept with the Innkeeper’s daughter,” Eric uttered beneath his breath.

  “How do you accidentally sleep with someone? Your dick accidentally slipped into her vagina?”

  Brad fanned his face, “I don’t know when we have had this much excitement in the office.”

  We ignored him.

  “It wasn’t a big deal,” Eric sneered.

  “It was to someone,” Jake countered.

  “The lionesses are upset because they believe that the humans are stealing all of their men,” I interrupted their conversation with my observations.

  The brothers turned to stare at me.

  “How could you know that?” Eric demanded.

  CHAPTER 31 - PART 2 – Mombi

  “Sit down,” I barked, Eric and Jake both sat. “Brad, we are going to need a drink of something—the stronger, the better.”

  “But it is still work hours...” Brad trailed off at the look of I gave him, “Right, drinks coming right up!”

  I turned to the brothers who looked eerily similar sitting with their hands on their knees and an intense expression on their face.

  “Women are not that difficult to figure out,” I began. “Since Eric here can’t seem to keep it in his pants, he has half the female population of Gillikin County ready to string him up by his balls.”

  “I have not slept with half the women in the county,” he protested, “A third tops.”

  Jake rolled his eyes, “You aren’t helping, Eric. Why didn’t you come to me?”

  “Who says I needed you?” Eric retorted.

  “Isn’t that why you are here?” I frowned, “Or, has something else happened?”

  A faint stain of color graced his cheeks.

  “What is it?” I bit off.

  “The lionesses have a new witch friend, which is weird because I thought there weren’t any other witches beside the King's daughters.”

  “Dorothy.”

  Jake and I spoke at the same time.

  Eric raised his head, “You know her? She’s a right bitch.”

  “I am sure you didn’t come all this way to tell me that,” I frowned. I knew Eric, and the man had no altruistic qualities. He had to want something, that was how he worked.

  “Well, there is something,” he heaved a sigh, “Look, she cast some spell that made my dick feel like it’s asleep. No matter what I do, it won’t get hard. And trust me, I have tried just about everything.”

  Images flew through my mind, “Eww! What do you want me to do about it?”

  “Reverse the spell!” he demanded. “You're powerful. Surely you can do something. I can’t live like this.”

  My lips twitched, as far as punishments go, I actually agreed with this one.

  “I don’t know if there is a way to reverse it,” innocence laced my tone.

  The color fled from his face, “Are you serious? Fuck!”

  Jake coughed, and then coughed again.

  Eric eyed me suspiciously, “Are you shitting me?”

  “Me?” I held my hand to my chest like the Oscar-winning actress I can be, “Definitely not.”

  Jake’s lips twitched, “It would appear that your only option is to help us get rid of Dorothy. Get rid of the witch, and you will get rid of the curse.”

  Eric’s face brightened, “Is that how it works?”

  No.

  “Absolutely,” I nodded. “So, are you willing to help?”

  “Anything,” Eric breathed a sigh of relief, “I thought I would be stuck this way forever.”

  Maybe.

  “We wouldn’t want that,” I smiled, “Would we?”

  Jake’s coughing became somewhat problematic.

  “Shit! Man, are you sick?” Eric eyed his brother with distaste.

  Jake’s eyes danced, “I’m feeling better all the time.”

  Brad arrived with some scotch and poured a fifth for each of us.

  I threw it back like it was nothing and ignored the burn as it coated my throat, leaving a warm feeling in my belly.

  “That’s good stuff,” Jake gasped.

  I sup3pose he should know, having spent the last several months as a bartender.

  “We need to formulate a plan,” I sat in my chair again behind the desk and tried not to think about what Jake and I had just been doing on its surface.

  Eric shuddered, “This sounds like work.”

  I turned to Jake, “He’s a winner.”

  Eric scowled, “I’m right here! At least I didn’t run away from everything like a coward.”

  The tension was thick in the air.

  Jake stood up, “What did you just call me?”

  Eric turned his head to the side, exposing the tender side of his neck in submission.

  I stood as well, “How many of the pride have sided with Dorothy?

  Jake was still glowering, so I walked to his side, sliding my hand into his. For a moment, he seemed to tense, and then I felt his body ease.

  Eric didn’t meet our eyes, “Shelia, Francesca, Lauren, Stacy, and Patty have turned against us. For the men, Jeffery, Lincoln, Stephano and Blake.”

  “That’s half the pride,” Jake’s hand tightened its grip on mine, “How could you let it get so bad?”

  “It’s harder than it looks,” Eric grumbled.

  “That’s what she said.”

  It took me a minute to realize I had been the one to offer up the crass remark. The brother’s stared at me, although Jake had a distinct smirk on his face, Eric looked horrified.

  I motioned with my hand for
Jake to continue.

  “So, you no longer wish to be King?” Jake said silkily.

  I glanced up into his hardened face and wondered how much of his disappearance was to teach his brother a lesson.

  “Fuck, no!” Eric’s face held distaste, “It was horrible. Everyone was mad about something, all of the fucking time. I thought it would be all pussy and living large, but all it seemed to be was one headache after another.”

  “Classy,” I mumbled.

  Eric shrugged, “I never asked you to like me.”

  “No worries there, friend.”

  Eric smiled at me, “Feeling is mutual, Princess.”

  Jake ran a hand through his hair, “Where are the members of the pride that are on our side?”

  Eric’s smile faded, “I wasn’t sure if we would be welcome, so they are waiting on the other side of the village.”

  “Go, bring them here before they get bored and pillage my people.”

  Jake’s lips twitched, “We aren’t pirates.”

  I raised a brow, and the man was smart enough not to challenge me.

  Eric stood to leave, he turned to me, and for a brief moment I thought he might be thanking me for housing the pride or offering to assist him.

  But the man was thoroughly true to himself.

  “So, about my dick,” he began.

  “If you still want your dick attached to your body, I would recommend you don’t bring it up again.”

  I turned to Jake, “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

  He smirked down at me, “We make a good pair.”

  Eric made gagging noises, “I am getting out of here.”

  “Don’t let us stop you,” I said sweetly.

  Rolling his eyes, Eric made his way out of my office, only stopping to growl at Brad and undoubtedly making the poor boy wet himself.

  “Mombi!”

  Brad’s shriek filled the air.

  “He’s a bit of a pansy,” winced Jake.

  I turned to him with my hands on my hips, “Only I can complain about Brad. He might be a yellow-livered pansy, but he’s my pansy.”

  Brad sniffed from the doorway, “That’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me.”

  “I need more scotch,” the words flew from my lips, but I knew it was true. My house was about to become a frat house for half a pride of angry lions.