Witch Darkness Follows (Maeren Series Book 3)

by Mercedes Jade

  “I apologize for trying to take on a potentially dangerous plan on my own, instead of discussing it with both of you first,” she said.

  “Are you going to be a good witch?” George asked.

  “Hell no,” she muttered, rolling her hips again. “I won’t willfully jeopardize my safety in Maeren, but I refuse to follow any other stupid rules that are meant for claimed witches. You can punish me with sex all you want,” she rebelliously told George.

  “She wants me to fuck her into submission,” Daemon told his brother.

  “She needs both of us to punish her properly,” George responded.

  George gave her clit one more good lick, before he grabbed her hips and pulled himself in front of her breasts, leaving her pussy and ass for Daemon to torture.

  Big hands cupped both her breasts, weighing them almost reverently before George gave them a testing squeeze.

  “How sensitive are these?”

  “I like it rougher. Pinch my nipples, bite me,” she told him.

  George and Daemon both groaned at the same time.

  “You going to take a good pounding from me against your sore ass?” Daemon asked.

  His hands gave her bum cheeks a squeeze, like George had her breasts.

  Daemon’s spanking was still more of a turn on than not, something she wasn’t opposed to trying with him again.

  He clearly enjoyed the effects, checking out her hot bottom while George caressed her breasts.

  “Never done it after a spanking, but I want to try. Need you inside me so much,” she admitted to Daemon.

  She didn’t have to tell him twice. Daemon found her entrance after rubbing his cock against her sopping pussy to lubricate his hard thrust into her sheath.

  The entry took her back onto her toes again, but no further, with George latched onto her breasts.

  George had one nipple pinched between his fingers as he rolled the other over his tongue, giving her a little taste of his fangs when Daemon bottomed out.

  She screamed and shook, the orgasm taking her by surprise even though she had known that she was close.

  The climax twisted through her as both vampires sank their fangs into her body.

  Another climax followed on the heels of the first. Or a third—they were too close to tell.

  Her entire body clenched.

  Daemon had struck the back of her shoulder, while George had slipped just a little higher up her body, to get the traditional neck.

  The burn of their bites was overridden by the spasms that tightened all of her muscles and wrung them out before letting her fall lax in their arms.

  Daemon drew his fangs out of her first. He fucked her right through George’s continued feed. The fingers of one of Daemon’s hands found her swollen clit to toy with, while the fingers of his other hand grabbed a hip to hold her for his thrusts.

  George sucked at her neck and lazily thumbed her nipples, completely lost to his feed.

  He had to be hungry, all that fighting and his newer lightning magic draining his blood. He drank as deep as Daemon fucked her.

  “You’re so tight,” Daemon said with a growl, nearly pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, so she felt every inch of his impalement.

  “Maybe my size isn’t the problem,” she retorted.

  She ground back on his cock to get some relief as he lightly fingered her around her bundle of nerves, not giving her the pressure where she needed it.

  George pulled his fangs out and licked his bite.

  “Your pussy’s going to be as sore as your bum tomorrow by the time that Daemon’s done working you.”

  “Shut up and put your mouth to better use on my breasts,” she ordered him. “You sipped my blood like you were drinking fifty year whiskey and afraid of spilling a drop. Didn’t know an earth-prince could be so dainty,” she taunted.

  “Fuck her harder,” George suggested. “She still owes me more orgasms or another twenty minutes.”

  “Keep your fingers on her clit then,” Daemon said.

  Daemon moved his hand from playing with her clit to firmly grip her hips with both of his hands again. He slapped himself back against her sore ass, pulling her onto his cock even deeper.

  She would have thought herself spent for the rest of the night after the last two climaxes, but between Daemon’s determined thrusts and George’s clever fingers dancing over her clit, the familiar ache was building once more.

  “This will count as another two, with both of you touching me,” she insisted, climbing faster than should be possible.

  If she wasn’t in the strapping circle, she would have suspected them of using magic to manipulate her libido into overdrive.

  Instead, it was hot, filthy sex, as hard as Daemon had promised her the first time he had spanked her.

  “Make it worth it and shake those walls with your screams,” Daemon told her between pounding thrusts.

  His hands lifted her right off of the floor, holding her prisoner for his hard fucking.

  All she could do was tilt her pelvis back for her cock stretched pussy to accept his demand to submit.

  His arms were working her as fast as his hips, pulling her onto him as he pushed deeper, his muscles probably bulging with the effort to dominate her.

  The thought of all that sweaty power owning her pussy as he growled out her name—his cock swelling larger inside her, moments from his own climax—pushed her over again.

  Daemon’s grip on her hips came in handy as she collapsed against him. He supported her while George reached up for her face, bringing her lips down upon his for a kiss.

  She shivered against George’s mouth, moaning as a little aftershock went through her.

  This time she was drained for the count.

  Daemon’s cock had softened a little inside her, his ejaculate making everything more slippery and warm, so it was fairly easy for him to slip out.

  She felt the warm wetness between her legs as Daemon’s semi-hard cock nestled itself between her bum cheeks, like before they’d started.

  He rubbed the head of his cock along her valley, full of more sensitive nerves than she’d ever realized.

  The velvety soft heat prodded harmlessly at her tighter entrance.

  She straightened up with a gasp, her bound hands trailing the free end of the leather tie that George has loosened blindly while kissing her.

  Daemon chuckled against her left ear from behind. “Is that a ‘no’ or a ‘not right now’ response?” he asked.

  “Even you need a moment to recover,” George grumped.

  George grabbed the free end of leather tie and tugged her towards the side of the bed.

  She stumbled forward on weak legs as Daemon let her feet touch the floor again and released her.

  Daemon’s hands were back on her hips to catch her within seconds.

  George gave her more slack, pausing a moment to shuck his pants, groaning as his cock bobbed free.

  He grabbed himself firmly and stroked, pulling his hand over the top to rub the bulbous glans. His face tightened with pleasure and need.

  He probably was only a few strokes away from spilling, now that he was free of his tight pants.

  She went to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth, but Daemon’s hands on her hips stopped her.

  “The floor is stone and unforgiving. Lie on the bed with George and tease him like he did you.”

  “Did you just tell me to be a cocktease?”

  “I still have you bound, kerashemeria. Don’t think I’ll have mercy on your sore pussy if you tease and fail to deliver. I’ll turn you around and bind your hands to the footboard, so I can provide sufficient motivation to suck my cock.”

  George tugged her leash after conveying that sensual threat—that seemed like a sixty-nine with him lying under and her on top—as they left the circle and he used lightning once more to share his dirty imagination.

  He pulled her towards him, shortening the leash as he crawled backwards onto the bed, sp
rawling himself in a lazy half-sit with his legs open and leaning his back against the headboard.

  George looked like a rich sultan, darkly tanned skin and his dark hair queued so tightly that it pulled at his eyes.

  She could see him in desert robes, being fed by hand and fanned by adoring servants. She felt very much like a courtesan, her hands still bound and leashed to his control.

  Daemon had left them for a moment, going to shut and lock the door, leaving her alone with a very arrogant, horny master.

  She blushed, looking down at George’s cock.

  “What’s with the sudden shyness? I know you’ve seen it before, kerashemeria.”

  “I just remembered the door was open for all of . . . Well, you know,” she said, licking her dry lips.

  She didn’t want to feed George’s ego and tell him what she had really been fantasizing.

  Thank goodness that she’d remembered to block her own thoughts, the moment that they left the strapping circle.

  His sexy imaginings were more than enough.

  “The dragons overhearing your screams was the point of that exercise, sweetheart. Whether the dragons suspect it was from pleasure or pain, there would be no doubt that you have been taught a lesson on obedience,” Daemon said.

  He quickly made his way back to them, crawling onto the bed on the other side and sitting at the foot instead.

  She turned around to look at Daemon, puzzled.

  “Have you sucked a cock before or only talked about it?” Daemon asked, settling himself in.

  George tugged on her wrist-leash, so she looked back at him while she answered honestly.

  “I have, but they were all human males and less well endowed.”

  George smirked, of course.

  “Were you only fucked by these small-dick men as well?” George asked.

  “She was so tight, I don’t even know the last time anyone fucked her,” Daemon commented. “She’ll need regular stretching before we attempt any quickies in the closet.”

  “Or the pantry, the balcony, the hedge maze—”

  “The Persian rug in the library, in front of the fireplace,” Daemon added, interrupting his brother’s list.

  “Are you planning on fucking me in all of those places?” she asked, knowing there was a greater commitment they were heading her towards.

  These were Maerenian princes who could have any witch they wanted if it was just about sex. The courtesan fantasy wasn’t so far fetched.

  “Those are the quickies,” George clarified, fire dancing in his heated stare.

  She looked back down at his erection.

  “Do you want to suck George’s cock until he fills your mouth with his seed?” Daemon asked.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  She awkwardly crawled between George’s legs further, holding herself over his pelvis with her bound hands pressed against his rock hard abdominals.

  He flexed at her touch, thrusting up at her.

  The massive cock in front of her face was going to be a challenge, but she was already desperate for that first salty taste of the swollen head, almost plum coloured from prolonged arousal.

  Wringing a few moans out of George’s control-freak body would be a bonus.

  “Are you going to suck my cock like a good witch if I untie you?” George asked her, tugging loose the leather ties binding her wrists.

  “Oh no,” she tsked, her eyes flicking up to tease George’s blues. “I’m definitely not going to be a good little witch.”

  She ran her free hands up his chest, scratching back down to his abdominals with enough nail to hold his attention.

  “You are a big, bad vampire and I have very naughty plans for your cock,” she promised.

  He thrust his hips up at her again.

  She wondered if she could make George come with only dirty talk. She licked her lips and decided she wanted them wrapped around him first.

  “Are you only going to watch?” she asked Daemon, shooting him a look over her shoulder.

  Dark eyes looked up and down her naked body.

  “I’m going to direct every naughty thing you do with your mouth.”

  She squeezed her thighs together against a gush of wetness.

  Daemon’s gaze flicked up to George. “Put a couple pillows under her hips,” he directed his brother.

  She lifted her hips for the pillows, although she didn’t see how they helped her give a blow job.

  “Take George’s cock in your hand, sweetheart, stroking it all the way to the top. Use your other hand to roll his balls,” Daemon ordered her.

  The dominance that deepened Daemon’s voice left her wet and obedient.

  Her hand couldn’t even close around the girth of George’s cock.

  She brought her palm to her mouth and wet it thoroughly with her tongue, licking her fingers and sucking her thumb into her mouth as George watched.

  Her newly wet hand slicked down and around his cock smoothly as she rotated her grip to make up for the parts her hand didn’t reach with each stroke.

  “Spread your legs,” Daemon ordered, his voice sounding gruffer.

  She let her legs part a little, feeling the cold air bathing her pussy.

  “Further. Spread your knees as far as the pillow,” Daemon instructed. “I want an unobstructed view. George will put his legs on top of yours to keep you in position.”

  Heavy legs rested on top of hers after pulling her legs apart the prescribed width.

  “Do you see the lovely pink her ass turned? I bet it blends in with her pretty, pink pussy,” George commented.

  Asshole.

  It was time to pay him back.

  She gripped George’s cock, near the top, and licked her tongue around the head. She swirled, like she was licking off the cream from an Oreo half, dipping her tongue into the glistening tip, to taste the source of George’s salty precum.

  His hips shot off of the bed, his cock slipping between her lips so deep that she nearly choked, unprepared.

  He quickly pulled back and apologized.

  “Taking things into your own hands?” Daemon asked her. “Next time that you disobey, I’ll find George’s switch, so he can apply immediate correction to your bottom.”

  The image of George lazily switching her ass, while she sucked off his cock, did evil things to her wet pussy that Daemon didn’t need to know.

  Spanking was a forced pleasure. She couldn’t do it to herself, would fight it all the way, but the dominance of the act made her want to be bent over.

  She’d never tell.

  “George, get a good grip on her hair. Fist it close to the scalp and a large amount of it.”

  He did it, and strangely enough, it didn’t really hurt.

  “Guide her head down to lick every inch of your cock and balls, until she’s got you slick enough to slide past her lips easily.”

  George was more forceful than she’d expected, shoving her face in front of his heavy balls.

  He had so much of her hair in his grip that she couldn’t refuse him, but it still wasn’t painful. The ache between her legs, however, was building.

  She went to squeeze her thighs closed against it, but George’s heavy legs, wrapped around hers, stopped her.

  Arousal leaked out of her.

  Daemon could see everything.

  “Lick my balls and suck them into your mouth,” George ordered her.

  He gave her a nudge, so her nose was pressed against the base of his cock.

  There was a musky maleness to his scent that made that ache between her legs pulse.

  “Don’t make me get up and spank your wet pussy. Open and give George your dirty thoughts with your hot mouth. Think about sucking him deep in your throat, while he begs to come. You were fantasizing about him begging, weren’t you, sweetheart?” Daemon asked.

  George moaned right in time with her licking him, perineum to his balls, getting him soaked with her saliva before sucking one egg sized half into her mouth.

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p; The grip on her hair tightened slightly as George pushed her face closer, getting the wetness she’d made all over her face.

  She imagined a cum-shot facial for him, and sent the thought, like Daemon had told her.

  George thrust up at her and moaned harder.

  “You’d make such a beautiful mess. George wants you sloppy wet, all over him. It’s going to make getting that big cock down your throat easier,” Daemon told her.

  No doubt, Daemon was in her head. She had dropped her mental shield . . . sometime . . . during Daemon’s filthy instructions on how to pleasure his brother.

  George wasn’t opposing his brother directing their intimacy. This was essentially George’s first blow job, she remembered.

  “Keep moving your hand on my cock,” George rumbled at her, his voice ruined with lust.

  She risked a look up at him and saw lightning instead of just fire glittering in his eyes.

  He was high off of his feed and full of power, ready to spend himself between her lips.

  After helping to give her the fucking of her life, he deserved to come as hard as her.

  “I’m going to finish licking your big, hard cock all over, and then, I want you to fuck my tongue, while I work my throat around you,” she said, bringing her hand over the top of his glans again.

  George pushed through her grip, bobbing against her lips, completely on board with the plan.

  She flicked the precum from the slit with a quick lick.

  “That’s right, stick your tongue out,” George demanded.

  He guided her head up and down as she did as she said and licked her way up every vein and rock hard inch.

  “Give it to her,” Daemon said. “Make her submit to you. She wants your control, George.”

  He was feeding George encouragement and taunting her at the same time.

  “Take a big breath. Going to shove my cock into your mouth,” George said in a growly order.

  He tightened his fist in her hair as he rolled his hips, bringing the plum head back to her lips.

  She opened her mouth wide, stretching her tongue out, her gaze shifting up to watch for George’s reaction.

  His gaze had darkened to indigo, almost seeming to turn to black as he thrust himself into her mouth.

  “Suck it!” George ordered.