The High Priestess (The Tarot Club 3)

“I belong to no one but myself - I answer to myself, and I will be damned if I sit here while you use your politician’s manipulation to try and persuade me to give myself to another man, giving away my independence and autonomy.”

She stood swiftly, leaving both myself and the Romanian behind in her fury. Nicu swore softly, but before he could go after her, someone else had taken her place, begging him for guidance and leadership.

I was but a shadow at a funeral, slipping between the crowd as I followed the white-haired Witch back to her tent - away from her people.

I lingered outside for but a moment before stepping through the canvas flaps of her tent, a faint web of resistance forcing me to push my way in. The little Witch had tried to protect her space against me. That thought alone brought a smile to my face as the edges of her tent heated with lust. Each corner was shaded and dark in comparison to the nest of the bed that took up the center of the tent, filled with an array of throw pillows in a mixture of grays and creams.

I didn’t make my presence known, instead, I remained a shadow in the corner, watching, curious to see what the little Witch would do now that she was alone.

It was not what I had expected, but then when it came to her, I didn’t know what to expect. The Witch slid off her black blouse and stepped out of her dark hooped dress until she stood in the dim light in nothing but a scrap of dark panties. Her breasts were heavy and full and I was quickly coming to appreciate how rarely the Witch wore a bra.

I couldn’t look away, certain that I knew exactly where this was going. The white Witch dug around in her bag until she finally emerged with something I was entirely too familiar with. One of the best things about the modernization of humanity had been the emergence of objects created solely to wring pleasure from oneself.

The girl in question held a large silver vibrator, three orange citrine crystals replaced the power buttons, and suddenly the air was scented with Magick. Marie didn’t once look in my direction and I wasn’t certain if I should be relieved or frustrated.

She lay herself down onto her bed, sliding off the strip of fabric that covered her sweet pussy as she widened her thighs, the low buzz of the vibrator mixing with the sound of her breathing. I remained utterly silent - utterly still, mesmerized by the sight of her pretty pink lips.

She didn’t slide the object inside of her straight away, despite the arousal that had gathered there, slickening her in a way that I knew would make it easy to slide in and out between those sweet walls that had seemed to hug me with just the right amount of pressure - as if her very body was built to service mine. But that was a ludicrous thought, not when you had been having sex for millenia.

She slid the tip of the toy between her folds, allowing the vibrations to hit her clit, and that one movement had her pulling her knees up, widening her thighs, inadvertently giving me an even better view. Sex Magick was one my favorite kind of tools that Witches deployed - one that I hadn’t taken part of nearly enough over the years.

Finally, her hips girated upwards at the same time her hand sank that silver toy inside of her, her body swallowing it with a satisfying pop, and suddenly I was hard and straining to see more, taste the sweat from her body. How many live sex shows had I attended? How many had I made others create purely for my pleasure? And yet this was entirely different because the little Witch didn’t know that I was here, and the memory of how she had held me down - had taken her pleasure, as if I were there simply to serve her and her needs, overwhelmed me as I watched with rapt attention.

I edged forward as she shut her eyes, sliding the silver item in and out of her, arching up off of the mattress, her nipples hardened pebbles, begging to be bitten. She moaned, breathy and soft, and I wanted to swallow that sound - wanted to tie the little Witch up and watch her come apart in all the ways I delighted in. I had been caught off guard when she had stabbed me, but when I returned the favor, her thighs only clamped around me harder, trapping my cock inside of her, showing me once again that she was so much more than merely the granddaughter of Jeanne des Montagnes.

My eyes traced the object sliding in and out of her as her hand made quick thrusting movements, dragging the toy up at just the right angle so that it hit her clit each time.

“Plaire,” she panted and I wasn’t certain if she was begging the gods of old for whatever she was attempting to manifest, or if she was simply chasing ecstasy, allowing her instincts to guide her. I stepped closer, crouching down so that I was eye level with her sweet cunt, watching her work herself into oblivion.

She was magnificent.

“Plaire,” her voice rose higher as her pelvis thrust up and down with the movement of her hand, and I could taste her arousal - scent her desire, and I wanted nothing more than to lick the center of her core, swallowing everything she had to offer.

“Plaire, plaire, plaire.” Her pleas became a chant, and as she rose to that final crescendo, she panted the thing she sought most in the world - the item she was attempting to manifest in the height of her climax, “Freedom.” She opened her eyes, her body still wound tight as she came down from the high that she experienced, and that was when she saw me, crouched between her thighs, taking in the still vibrating toy that caused her pussy to contract.

Her thighs stiffened, but she didn’t move - didn’t pull away, which only made me think that it had been me she thought of as she had worked herself. I grinned at her, plucking the toy from her, forcing her inner walls to release the item, coated in her sweet scent, and before she fully realized what was happening, I pressed my mouth to her core and drank up her desire - swallowed her arousal down, allowing my tongue to flick and dance along her clit every so often, causing the Witch to writhe and moan above me, ensuring that I kept her just on the brink of pleasure.

When I finally pulled away, I looked upon her, her hair a mess against the pillows, her gaze colored with pure lust, and I allowed my own need - my own desires to filter off my fingertips, banding the width between us. Her gaze darkened even more, and instead of pushing me away - yelling at me to leave, the white Witch rolled over onto her haunches, turning around as she dipped down onto her elbows, offering herself to me.

She wanted this as much as I did, and who was I to deny such an offering? My cock was inside of her in but a moment, and still I allowed my power to coat her, shadowy tendrils of lust dripping from her nipples as I slammed into her, causing her breasts to sway with the movement.

She moaned beneath me, arching up to show off the dimples in her lower back. My power buried itself deep within her skin, and I felt her body clench around me as I choked on my own ungodly saliva at the feel of it - the feel of her. I was drunk on my own power, lust coating the taste of everything, but then, so was she. She moved back onto my cock, fucking herself against me as I remained still, revelling in the fact that she was as mindless to this as I was.

But it didn’t last long, soon I was slamming into her, reaching around to rub small circles against her clit as my other thumb pressed against her asshole. She writhed and whimpered beneath me, but not once did she push away. I needed to consume every part of her, and so I slid my fingers between her slit, coating my digits in her arousal before plundering my soaked fingers in her mouth, whilst simultaneously pushing my thumb into her ass, forcing the hard circular muscle to open up and accept me.

Her mouth closed around my fingers, sucking her own arousal off greedily as her legs shook with the need to come. I wrenched my fingers free from her lips, tugging her head back by the white locks of her hair.

“Beg the fates for what you desire, little Witch, cast your wicked Magick, for today I am your salvation.” I slammed into her relentlessly until she shattered, crying out the thing she sought most for all to hear. For this was not a soft, quiet orgasm where she politely pleaded with the fates. No, this was a reckoning, one brought about by her shattering apart on my cock.

Once her tremors had died down, I tore my cock from her pussy, my body humming in protest as I dragged the Witch down, positioning her once more on her back. She was in a post-orgasmic haze that saw her limp and compliant, and if I had any thought of keeping her, this was how I would have wanted her to be for eternity.

Instead, I shook those thoughts from my mind and pressed my cock against her lips, willing her to open up and swallow me down.

She opened, but not without allowing her teeth to grate against the edges of my shaft, and I could only smile at her because she had unknowingly given me what I liked. I slid in and out of her pretty mouth, my scrotum knocking against her chin with each push and sway as I forced her to choke on my cock - stole her breath as I pummeled her mouth, and yet despite the tears streaking down the sides of her face, the little Witch parted her thighs, getting off on this just as much as I did.

I didn’t ease my pace, I simply slid a finger towards her clit, pinching and tugging on it which only made her gasp, allowing me to sink even further down her throat. But before I could pull away - before I could allow her to breath, I unleashed myself into her mouth, watching in feral delight as she swallowed me down, realizing that I didn’t taste human.

I knew that I tasted pleasant, but it was always a boon to see the shock and delight on any human who’s lips graced my cock.

I released my cock from her mouth, noting in satisfaction as her tongue darted out, licking her lips as if she sought more of me.

Finally, her blues clashed with my greens, and the soft Witch that had shattered apart only moments ago was long gone, and in her place was the hard steely gaze I had come to associate with Marie.

“This changes nothing.” She hissed the words at me, suddenly affronted that I had been the one to bestow an earth shattering orgasm upon her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, little Witch.” I grinned at her, allowing her to see the challenge set in my expression before disappearing into the darkness once more.