Witch Darkness Follows (Maeren Series Book 3)

by Mercedes Jade

  Daemon swallowed her yelp, both of his hands cupping her face as he broke from the deeper kiss.

  He peppered her lips with little nibbles and licks as she panted against his mouth.

  “I don’t want to be spanked,” she pleaded with him.

  She was unable to hold back a shiver as George brushed a hand over her bum, where he had already laid one disciplinary smack.

  It had been too light to warm her bottom, but she imagined it wouldn’t take too many more if George was applying himself.

  “Go bathe, Daemon. I will deal with it. I agreed to your plan, but I’ll be the one to explain it, and the concessions made for you,” George said to Daemon over her bare back.

  She crouched down, crossing her arms over her knees and tucking herself in tight to cover as much as possible, when Daemon rose up to leave.

  Daemon sighed, dropping his pants in front of her.

  She looked. The fully erect cock that greeted her shouldn’t have been a shock, but their positions put her face inches from his arousal.

  It was close enough to see the wetness of precum at the tip and to smell the sweat and maleness that surrounded him.

  “I remember the first night that we met, when you told me exactly what you would do with my cock in your mouth,” Daemon said, reaching down to casually stroke himself up in front of her.

  The motion pulled his scrotum up tight against his body, displaying heavy testes that would each fill her mouth alone.

  “Do you enjoy giving oral?” he asked her.

  She didn’t answer right away, completely shocked that Daemon was being so sexually open in front of his brother.

  This wasn’t a peck on the lips in public. The princes had both been fighting over her before she took off with Pan.

  What kind of agreement had they come to when she left?

  “I’m not as experienced as I may have led,” she admitted.

  In fact, she’d never been intimate with an elemental, other than the heavy petting and kisses she’d shared with her mates.

  Magic added a whole other aspect to sex.

  Blow jobs still should have the same mechanics. A mouth full of cock, testing her limits, demanding she take everything he had to give and swallow it down.

  She was getting wet between her legs as she contemplated Daemon’s impressive inches, despite knowing George was watching and listening behind her.

  “Sucking your cock right could take some time,” she teased, being equally as bold as Daemon. “If you untie me, we could lie down on the bed and you can spend the night showing me how you like it.”

  She purposely didn’t mention his brother.

  Another playful slap told her that George wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Go bathe,” George repeated to Daemon.

  “Your lips wrapped around Daemon’s dick isn’t that complicated, minx. If you like giving oral, then I suppose you have no objection to receiving it?” George asked, caressing his hand over the soft curves of her bottom in a much different manner.

  The next slap, a little firmer, caught her by surprise, just as much as the first.

  “What’s your game?” she asked.

  She hissed as he brushed his fingers over the sensitive skin between her buttocks, skimming her bottom opening with his calloused fingertips.

  Phillip had given her a tiny punishment, thumbing her there while his fingers pleasured her pussy. It had been more shocking than painful.

  Did George plan to do something similar?

  “Isn’t our play obvious?” George asked. “The door is ajar. The dragons won’t hear us talking, but your yells will echo the walls by the time I’m done with you,” he darkly promised.

  His fingers continued to skim over the bath softened, sensitive flesh of her bottom again, a little slower, circling with his baby finger while she tightened up.

  He finally moved his longer fingers into her already wet pussy, sinking one long finger to the second knuckle.

  It made her think of how hard she’d climaxed with Phillip. This wasn’t really punishment.

  George taking liberties was familiar, although he also was the mate she’d struggled the most to accept.

  George was hard and sometimes cruel. He hid away his motivations with his memories that he didn’t want her to see, making her question if he was bad or misunderstood.

  “So very wet,” he said with a growl, as if she was in trouble for that, too.

  He fluttered the buried finger deep inside her, making her squeeze against his invasion.

  Her inner muscles tightened even further, trying to milk him for more, her hips lifting involuntarily.

  His pinky slipped into her bottom, just half an inch, and he fluttered the finger in her pussy again.

  He’d done it even easier than Phillip. She hadn’t been tensing, thinking he had been only teasing about playing with her ass.

  She gasped George’s name, denial and begging in one voice.

  The memory of Phillip threatened to push her over the edge. It felt too similar, and she’d really liked it last time, even the submissive aspect of presenting Phillip her bottom.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, shocked that George was repeating his brother’s actions.

  Did George somehow know what Phillip had done?

  The two fingers inside of her wiggled with carnal intent. She was soaking his hand with her arousal, moments away from climax. She wiggled in vain to get away.

  “I can understand her confusion, George. You didn’t tell her that you promised to lash her with your tongue if she refused another birching to make her scream.”

  “I don’t remember getting a choice,” she protested, wishing that she could be upright and dressed for this conversation. “And he’s not using his tongue!”

  “I don’t want to be spanked,” George repeated in falsetto, fluttering his pinky before pulling it out to circle her tighter opening.

  A little burn that wasn’t quite unpleasant made her wiggle against him.

  That was so naughty and hot and so very naughty.

  He spanked both of her bum cheeks, quick slaps to get her attention.

  “Ouch, damn you! I don’t agree to any of this,” she protested harder, but she didn’t use her safe word.

  Liar, liar.

  She was blushing so red that the cheeks of her face probably matched her ass already.

  George had to know how turned on she was, the evidence soaking his fingers.

  “Kerashemeria, don’t lie to me. I will desist if your protests ring genuine, but then we’ll be left with dragons questioning our right to a witch we can’t stop from running into danger. You will weaken us in their eyes—put yourself at risk of another dragon making a move to claim you.”

  Geer couldn’t protect her—he was too far away.

  Even though everything George was saying about the outdated rules of claiming—Which were unfair!—he was still right.

  It also added another layer of motivation to George’s actions that she could understand better.

  He was very possessive.

  “I’ve consented—within reason—this one time only. I still consider this punishment,” she said.

  “As you should. I plan to drive you out of your mind. Get yourself into position. Bottom up and legs apart!” George ordered.

  He pulled his longer finger out of her pussy and tweaked her clit when she didn’t immediately move.

  The pinch got her to snap to attention.

  “Are you going to feed?” she asked, still sounding unsure.

  She knew George liked giving oral. He’d told her that he’d gotten under a number of skirts in court.

  Getting off with George’s mouth on her pussy didn’t really seem like a punishment to her. Although, yeah, he was going to make her scream.

  “I’m planning to feast.”

  It seemed too good to be true. George’s motivations were always murky.

  “So, this isn’t an excuse to get me naked and at your
mercy?” she asked, looking over to Daemon.

  Daemon was scrubbing his hair clean in the tub, but his eyes were on her.

  For all that he and George had bickered over her earlier, he seemed completely on board with the plan for George to eat her out in front of him.

  It smacked of some sort of trick or plan that she wasn’t seeing, making her wonder again what kind of conversation had been had without her presence.

  “I don’t need an excuse to undress you. Like I told you, you’re always naked inside my head,” George said.

  He reached down to grab her hips and position her back further, stretching the limits of her rope.

  She blushed as Daemon’s eyes dropped to her breasts.

  Their lush heaviness swung slightly as her bound arms were pulled forward. There was no way to hide her breasts in this position.

  “We ought to spank you thoroughly, but I’ve learned that you are too stubborn to be tamed that way. We’ll have to make an impression on you with other methods,” Daemon said.

  He stood up in the tub and upended the clean water pitcher over his head. He momentarily broke eye contact, which was good, since his cock was still standing at attention, and her gaze had zeroed in on it.

  George may be incredibly, thickly hung, but Daemon had so many long inches that aroused, it reached to his navel.

  George blew out a hot breath against her bare pussy, breaking her carnal focus on Daemon.

  She began to worry more about the male already between her legs.

  He didn’t warm her up at all, diving right into her pussy with a possessive growl. He licked her clit using one broad stroke of his tongue, his mouth sucking her juices.

  She wiggled, trying to escape the intense sensations.

  He grabbed her ass with both hands and forced her to ride his face. He was sitting on the floor and his broad shoulders had spread her thighs, almost painfully, to accommodate him.

  She gave him her first little scream and he spanked her at the same time that he stuck his tongue into her pussy.

  Another blow on the other butt cheek, then he was fluttering his tongue, like his finger had inside her.

  The combination of sensations had her tightening around him, embarrassingly close to climaxing when he’d barely started.

  She again tried to wiggle off the intense stimulation, but he had her throughly trapped between his mouth, a restraining hand on the low of her back, and her wrist ties.

  Another swat, timed to him sucking her clit into his mouth hard, pushed her over the edge.

  This scream definitely echoed.

  George pulled his mouth off of her clit, letting her feel the hint of fangs near one of her widely spread thighs as he took a few deep breaths.

  The post-climax relaxation didn’t kick in.

  She felt as if her body had only gotten more sensitive everywhere—wound up and waiting for more than what she’d gotten.

  It wasn’t a problem with George’s technique. He’d gotten her off in under a minute.

  The problem was the magic. Apparently the ‘null-space’ that sucked away her power did nothing to deal with priming. The desperate need a witch felt for fangs once her blood was filled with magic waiting for release.

  An orgasm without feeding was practically soulless pleasure to a witch. It wasn’t satisfying at all.

  That asshole prince had known it and he’d gotten her to agree to this torture!

  Lashed

  “That is one,” George said, as if he was counting spanks.

  “Was it good for you?” she snarked at him.

  Daemon squatted in front of her again, having dried off from his bath. His amused eyes were dark with lust.

  He was just far enough to be out of reach of her mouth, a smirk on his lips that spelled trouble for her.

  “So responsive, sweetheart,” he praised. “You must have liked being tied-up more than you let on if George got you to come in under a minute. I promised not to interfere for at least half an hour or five orgasms, whichever happens first. Looks like it’ll be less than half an hour before we get to play,” he teased.

  Five—Five orgasms? Half an hour of oral?

  That was . . . What in Maeren had she naively agreed to with George?

  “So, you’re taking turns?” she gasped out.

  “You’re the one that said we had to learn to share,” Daemon reminded her.

  This was definitely not how she had meant it.

  “Feeds, not—” she cut off with a squeak.

  George had spanked her pussy. “I am eating,” he growled against her.

  She huffed out a number of curses, aiming a few at Daemon since he was equally to blame.

  George didn’t give her oversensitive clit a rest, his thumbs reaching between her thighs to part her pussy lips. His mouth sucked her aching nub back into the heated torture of his lips and tongue.

  She panted through it for a few moments and then screamed George’s name as she tried to escape, wiggling with renewed vigor and giving up any pretence of dignity.

  He released her pussy to split her thighs even further, lifting her higher, so the back of her thighs rested on his shoulders.

  She was barely on her tiptoes, straining to support any of her own weight. There wasn’t an inch of wiggle room left.

  “Perhaps you’ll be begging me to spank and fuck you before George finishes his punishment,” Daemon said. “I warned you, George is going to lash you mercilessly. I would at least stretch your pussy and fill that ache between your legs.”

  He knew, too. Both of the princes were assholes to prime her like this without proper release.

  “And feed?” she desperately asked, her legs shaking as they threatened to give out, her body rising to another peak already.

  Her magic was so primed that she ached to have fangs in her, drawing on her, as the hardness she craved filled her elsewhere.

  A fully primed witch without the release of a feed was practically the female equivalent to blue balls.

  George bit the inside of one of her thighs. It wasn’t enough to sink his fangs in, but he got her attention.

  She shrieked, yanking at the tie binding her hands. He had done that on purpose to torment her.

  “Let Daemon smack your ass until you come again and I’ll count it as two,” George offered.

  They’d asked her enough times about spanking to make it obvious that Daemon really wanted this to happen.

  Her demon prince had a kink that she wasn’t really sure about yet.

  Her first time being spanked by Daemon had been shocking, but not that unpleasant once she’d cooled off and thought about it.

  The almost birching with George was different. Humiliation wasn’t something she enjoyed.

  There was only one way she’d figure out if she wanted this kink in her bedroom.

  “Spank me,” she told Daemon.

  “If you ask so prettily,” he agreed, standing up, so she got another eyeful of his arousal.

  He had to be getting his own blue balls by now, not to mention George and his perpetual erection.

  Daemon quickly made his way around her, caressing her bottom before delivering the first blow.

  He had a much better angle than George and was able to land it with more power, the crack of it hitting almost as loud as her scream that followed.

  Maybe . . . not?

  “This will satisfy any traditionalist lingering outside our door,” Daemon whispered to her.

  Another smack rapidly followed almost on top of the first, and then Daemon switched cheeks.

  The warmth of the harder hits immediately spread from her bum to her clit, where George had her riding his mouth, deep in her pussy again.

  George fucked her with his tongue, grinding his chin in her tender flesh. His calloused fingers were back on her clit, teasing her sensitive nub from its protective hood.

  She screamed for mercy from both of them, unable to stop herself from trying to wiggle, even if it only seemed to prese
nt a more enticing target to Daemon.

  The swats were getting more intense as they built on already spanked flesh. The pain, however, was subsiding, turning more into a heat.

  Daemon massaged her bum cheeks over the tender warmth, making everything seem more like different types of caresses, hard and soft contrasts.

  Daemon already had gotten more than a dozen swats in when George pulled his tongue out of her pussy.

  George shoved his fingers into her dripping sheath, stretching her over at least three, right to the third knuckle, as he corkscrewed them in. His tongue lashed all around, licking up any stray moisture as he squelched his fingers in and out, fucking her harder than his tongue.

  “Don’t you dare come yet,” George ordered her when she was moments from her climax.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she shrieked at him.

  She squeezed her thighs against George’s thick neck. She was so far gone that she would have fingered herself in front of them both if her hands were free.

  Besides, she’d earned this orgasm, letting Daemon spank her bum until it was tender and hot.

  Daemon landed another blow that made her stand up on her toes as she waited for George.

  It was very difficult to hold back her orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixed perfectly.

  She whimpered.

  “We’re both going to feed from you this time, with your permission,” George proposed against her sensitive clit.

  “I want my cock inside you, sweetheart,” Daemon added.

  Daemon’s hands grabbed her hips so his erection rode up behind her, to rest between her warm bum cheeks. He gave a little thrust and she felt precum splash out on her back, mixing in with her sweat.

  “I’m going to enjoy your beautiful breasts. I can’t wait to get my hands on them,” George told her, licking her clit lazily to keep her on edge.

  “Hurry,” she said, rolling her hips back against Daemon.

  George gave her pussy a smack. “Not until we hear your apology. Did you learn your lesson?”

  She sputtered something that might have been a ‘fuck you’ until George sucked her clit into his mouth and then all that came out was begging.

  George pulled back just before she climaxed. Daemon added another couple swats to her bum.