The High Priestess (The Tarot Club 3)

She shuddered around me, her entire body coming undone, clenching and unclenching against me.

“Speak your words.” I allowed the smokey substance that was as much part of who I was as the flesh that I bore into my speech, commanding her to cast her spell. Sex Magick was a magnificent piece of witchcraft that I had only had the privilege of experiencing once before. I found that Witches were inherently wary of Demons, leaving few willing to experience the art of passion with a Demon such as myself. In truth,out of the Witches I had dabbled with, few were worthy of carrying out such a performance, leaving me demanding too much from them. They were left as a shell of who they once were, empty and broken, and I had reveled in breaking them.

But Marie didn’t bow or cower. She seemed to thrust the lust that I fed into her, straight back at me. Pushing me in ways that I hadn’t thought possible.

“Oh Mother.” She panted out the words, her breasts swaying with each thrust and retreat I offered her. “Freedom.” She inhaled sharply on the word as I twisted out of her at a new angle that served to only heighten her pleasure.

Her sounds made me dizzy - made me want to bath in her essence and sip from her lips for eternity.

“Freedom. Freedom from the land. Freedom from these familial ties. Freedom to travel and create. Freedom to be whole.”

It wasn’t so much a spell as it was a demand - her intentions spoken through breathy moans into the air. And still, I slammed into her, winding her higher as she fought the shudder that wracked through her body.

“So mote it be.” The words were a keening moan as she finally stopped fighting - finally allowed herself to come undone once more against me, her juices gushing against my fingers still pressed into her ass, her inner walls quivering and clamping against my cock, milking me of all my demonic reason and sensibilities until I too was roared, my wings ram-rod straight as my back stiffened, and I could do nothing but bow down to the natural instinct to simply keep thrusting. Forgetting her pleasure, forgetting to feed, forgetting everything about the essence of who I was as I spilled into her, filling her with the essence of a Demon, refusing to shift and cower, packaging myself into something far more appealing to those delicate human sensibilities.

The heavens chose that moment to open up, thunder rolling through the air in a snap, a downpour soaking us, making the floor muddy and slick as my cock still throbbed inside of her as we both fought to catch our breath. My wings and talons disintegrated, leaving me in the image of man once more just as Marie threw her head back, laughter bubbling from her throat.

I was certain that a lovelier sound did not exist.

The fact that her element had made its presence known as she cast her intentions to the wind, declaring freedom as the thing she sought the most. Did the little Witch not understand that freedom was offered in various packages? That it could mean a variety of things depending on who you spoke to.

Her hair soon turned wet, clinging to the dip between her shoulder blades, and I fought the urge to remain there - to keep us joined indefinitely. But such thoughts were folly, and had no business settling upon a Demon and a Witch. I stared up at the couple before us, the woman and man now laying in the soil, her fingers tracing symbols up and down his chest - so relaxed - so at ease.They two figures before me made it look so easy. Intimacy was not something I was familiar with - wasn’t something I could afford to be familiar with, not when there was so much at stake. It only struck me then that they were not drenched, that the downpour seemed to be restricted to our bubble of shadows and smoke.

Marie craned her neck to look at me, her gaze still unfocused with the pleasure she had survived.

I slid my cock out of her, watching the slight wince of her expression - the way her eyes seemed to bunch up as she fought the emptiness that had replaced me. No good could come from such soft expressions - especially considering that I was a Demon, and that I had committed to assisting in finding her a match. There was more at stake than pleasure.

My fingers still plugged her ass, and when I removed them, I watched in satisfaction as her arousal dribbled from her hole. Still, my gaze tracked down towards her sex, her pussy swollen, wet and used. And I knew that we were not done. Not until I tasted her once more.

I held her thighs apart, maintaining her position even in the downpour as I brought my nose down towards her center, kissing her lips before I sucked and devoured themost sensitive part of her. She didn’t try to fight - didn’t attempt to pull away, too exhausted from the pleasure I had already bestowed, but I was selfish, and as long as she remained naked before me, I would take everything she had to give.

I sucked on her clit, this time choosing to use only my tongue and hands on her. I wanted to devour her climax - wanted to taste our mixed release inside her pretty cunt. But this angle didn’t seem to be enough - didn’t allow me the leverage that I craved. Just as that thought formulated, I slid down only my back, resting my head between her thighs, pulling her sweet pussy down, towards my mouth, my lips once more sucking and pulling on her core.

The thing about Marie was once she was in the throes of passion, she didn’t buck against it - didn’t fight her pleasure, instead she embraced it. She wasn’t some shy young thing that didn’t know what she liked, Marie was a woman who liked to eb well fucked, and when I tugged her closer, she simply ground against me face, riding my tongue in a way that had me craving to have her on top - craving her movements on my cock.

And as she moaned and huffed, I reached a hand upwards, pinching a nipple between my forefinger and thumb. The movement made Marie thrust her chest out towards me more, offering all of herself in the name of pleasure. “Cort. Cort. Cort.” She moaned my name as she bounced against my face until she gushed herc release on my face, soaking my lips - my chin - my nose. She was an aphrodisiac all her own.