The High Priestess (The Tarot Club 3)

Nicu looked just as good out of clothing as I had imagined, his skin bronzed, his hair golden as a dark haired woman grazed the tips of her fingers down his chest, allowing them to linger above his cock. It jutted out string and proud, and although Nicu was an impressive specimen, I couldn’t help but think of Cort - of how his muscles seemed almost otherworldly, about how his cock seemed to hit deeper than any man I had taken.

I watched Nicu press down upon her shoulders, forcing her to sink to her knees - watched him trace her lips with his cock.until she parted her lips. He did not work himself in slowly, sliding in with fierceness that caused me to gasp from the shadows as she gagged around him.

Nicu wasn’t gentle in his thrust and retreate, he fucked her mouth relentlessly, and suddnelty my mouth watered as I wtacehd her take him - watched her nipples pebble and her bare ass clench. Heat pooled at my core and my own desire became apparent, and I allowed my mind to wander - to imagine a dark haired man with green eyes - imagined taking his cock in my mouth, tasting that coconut essence of him that had been exquisite. My hand slid beneath my skirt, I was already wet and wanton, hearing her gag around Nicu, evne when it wasn’t Nicu I desired.

I refused to think of why I didn’t want him - refused to allow my mind to even entertain the thought of the golden haired man fucking me, and instead slid my own fingers inti my drenched core.

If Sex magick had a night, this was it, but I had no inkling of what spell to cast - what incantation to speak, focused solely on the sounds they made and the mindless pleasure I sought.

My clothing felt too restrictive in the night air, my desire a tangible thing that required freedom, and as I made the decision to slid my skirts down - to release myself from the corset that bound me, I felt the presence of the Demon behind me, my body somehow so attuned to him that my desire seemed to double.

“What a delight to find you here.” His voice was smoke and seduction and I feltthe bite of his shadows as he pushed against me, the darkness seeking my core, and this time I only widened my stance, giving his darkness access to my opening.

“Why am I not surprised to find you in the woods?” My voice came out breathy and low as his shadows pushed themselves inside of me, filling me in a wholly different way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“The woods are filled with lust and desire - where else would you expect me to be little Witch?”

I moaned as his shadows pushed deeper, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“If I take you tonight, I will not curb my power. I will fill you with lust and then feed off of your desire. Do you understand that Little Witch?”

Why was the Demon laying down his terms? Why was he giving me a choice? I didn’t want a choice - didn’t want to think - didn’t want a minute to understand what it meant to choose the Demon and all that he had to offer.

“You feed off of me anyway, I’m not sure what the difference is now. You push your lust and desire into me, making me crave you in inexplicable ways, so don’t place any greater importance on this than is necessary.”

His chuckle was dark, his breath grazing my neck and my nipples strained at the movement. The sounds of Nicu and the woman had changed, and as I allowed my gaze to take in the scene before us, I noted that they had shifted position. The woman was now on all fours, as Nicu knelt behind her, nudging his cock at her entrance.

“The desire you have felt has been solely your own, although I;m not certain how I feel to know that you believe you could not possibly lust for me of your own accord. I am built to be desired little Witch, that alone is enough without the need of my Magick.”

I wasn’t certain I believed him, but I was growing hotter with desire with each passing minute, and I arched my back into his touch as he slid a finger down my spine.

I widened my thighs further, offering myself to him, feeling his gaze track down my spine, settling upon my sex.

“You understand that tonight will be different?” His voice was guttural, as if it were part of the shadows themselves.

Did I understand? I wasn’t certain, but the Magick of the solstice demanded that I couple with someone, my fingers would never be enough, and in my current predicament, the Demon was my best choice. What was one more time?

“Yes.” I sounded far more certain than I felt, but as soon as the agreement left my lips I felt the deliberate caress of shadows against my thighs, felt the Demon’s hand press against the small of my back as he pushed me towards the earth, forcing me down on all fours so that I could still watch the view before me. Nicu’s woman panted and moaned, and for a brief moment I wondered if Nicu’s gaze would snap in my direction as soon as I began moaning - if he would be the one to discover that I quiote enjoyed having sex with the Demon. But just as quickly as that worry formulated, so a cloud of shadows blanketed us from sight, allowing only a small film in which to look through, ensuring that my view remained unobstructed.

It was then that I felt Cortland’s Magick fill me, my entire body heating with need, burning up with mindless desire until my hips rocked back and forth and air alone. I was certain I had never been so wanton - certain that I had never been so filled with need. My jaw ache from clenching in anticipation as sweat beaded between my breasts, dripping down the center of my chest as I dug my fingers into the soil. I was almost certain that my arousal was a few seconds away from soiling the earth as I waited for Cortland.

His hand stroked down my spine, filling me with need, until II was bursting with need, my desire almost painful and I whimpered at the sensation.

“Do you have your spell ready little Witch?”

Spell? What spell? I shook my head, unable to think, and suddenly the stinging sensation against my ass, coupled with the smacking sound of the Demon's hand, resonated through the forest. Only it wasn’t the Demon's hand, it was a paddle made up of shadows, and the smack only pushed me further, forcing me to rest my forward into the soil itself, as I raised my pelvis higher, seeking more.

“Think upon your intentions Witch, for tonight I will give you multipleopportunities to cast them to the skies.”

I shivered as he spoke the word multiple, having no doubt that the Demon would make good on his promise.

“Please.” I begged, unable to stop myself - unable to feel an ounce of shame as a Witch offered herself to a Demon.

The paddle came donw again, only filling me with more need, my sex aching, swollen and sore. I craved release - I craved fulfillment - I craved everything.

“Please.” I tried again, hoping that the Demon would take pity on me. What spell did I want to cast? What did I desire other than this pleasure that he offered?

Freedom. That was what I desired most.