CHAPTER SIXTEEN: FREEDOM

CORTLAND

Her desire and lust was a sharp lemony flavor against my tongue, filling me in a way that only a meringue did. It was the type of dessert that before you bit into it you were certain it would taste one way, but once the first morsel of flavor touched the buds on your tongue, it turned out to be something more entirely.

The couple before us served as a poor replica of our experience, and yet Marie had seemed so delighted - so flustered as she stumbled upon them. It was as if I was keyed into her lust and her lust alone, for in a forest drenched in the cries of desire, it was hers that had beckoned me forth, glowing like a beacon in the night.

She writhed beneath me, gasping nonsensical words as she fought to keep that thread of concentration so that she could cast her intentions - her spell - in the height of her climax. I slid my hand across her plump ass, noting the bruises that remained there from my previous intentions. It was as if the gods had built this Witch simply for my administrations. She was so attuned to my wants - my needs, that what started as me allowing my power to fill her so I could feed off of her desire turned into her pulling me in for more, as if she was somehow fuelled by my power and fed off me in turn. Her cunt sucked me, fighting each retreated thrust I administered.

My legs hit the back of her thighs, as I pushed deeper, wanting to claim her in the most basic way possible. My shadows pinched at her nipples and this time Marie threw her head back, moaning loudly, making me half-tempted to lift the shadows that veiled us, simply so everyone could hear her, hear how she cried for me - cried upon my cock. The feel of her was addictive, and as she slid herself back, impaling herself on my cock even further, I wanted to take her out of the game - wanted to claim her for myself, wanted to renege on this agreement that Charlain and I had engaged in.

“Are you ready to cast your spell little Witch?”

Her moan was answer enough, and I smiled a smile of feral delight that only the darkness could see. My hands roved her body, sliding up onto her ass and I allowed my digits to tap along her other hole, feeling her inner walls clench me even further. Her orgasm had taken some of the edge off, but I still wanted her filled with mindless pleasure, suspended on the brink of climax until she was wild, thrashing and compliant.

I imagined someone like Marie had never been compliant in her life, yet here, with me, she mewled and moaned her desire, allowing me to do anything I wanted. Of course my agreement with the Mage kept her safe - my bargain with the water bound me to her, but even still, I found that I only wanted to wreck her pussy and not her mind.

“Cort.” My name was spoken as if it were a prayer, but this was not some human attempting to summon me so that I could ‘fix’ their silly problems - so that I may deliver heaps of gold. No. This was Marie speaking my name in reverence - the same name she spoke so often with disdain, if she chose to call me by my name at all. I slammed into her once more, and this time I pushed one finger past her tight hole, spanning her ass cheeks just for me.

But my name was not a prayer to be spoken, it was a curse, and so I slammed into her harder, drawing out each gasp and breathe so that she understood exactly what I was - exactly who fucked her.

Her tight hole resisted my fingers, but she didn’t close up - didn’t tighten against the intrusion in denial, it was simply her body’s response to the invasion. Had she been taken there before?

That thought excited me, for suddenly I was the one who wanted to be her first. I wanted to show her that pleasure wasn’t always such a burden, that there was a delicious finale to the heavy onset of lust.

But then she moaned my name once more and none of that mattered, only the way she fell apart against my body mattered.

Nicu, the gypsy man before us, flipped his woman around, so that her back now pressed into the earth with her legs draped over his shoulders as he thrust into her. Later we could play with different positions, but now I needed her to come - needed her to shatter, for that had always been my purpose.

As I pushed my digit deeper into her ass, she clenched around me, and I allowed my power to drip into her through the finger that was buried there, filling her once more with lust and desire, making her drip around my cock as she went back into that mindless haze where formulating words was an impossibility.

I slammed into her again and again, ensuring that my shadows clamped down on her nipples, pressed against her swollen clit. She bucked and thrived as I dug my finger even further, filling her in every orifice she possessed. And when she opened her mouth to cry my name - to scream to the heavens, shadows and smoke filled her mouth, touched her tongue, brushed her pallet, choking her cries on my essence. I drank in her desire, allowing a glimpse of my wings that I normally kept hidden to unfurl, adding to the darkness that surrounded us. But she was so mindless with pleasure - too filled with me to notice what creature pummeled her pussy.

She moaned around my shadows, saliva dripping down her chin, and I slid the shadows in and out of her mouth in the same tempo as my cock.

“Scream your spell, Witch.” I growled the words, too far gone to be anything remotely civilized. But if I was savage, then so was she. We both knew that I was goading her, because she couldn’t formulate words around my shadows - couldn’t think around the feel of my cock. My fingers worked her ass, but still I needed to touch more of her, taste more of her, and so with my free hand, I reached between us and flicked her clit, forcing my shadowy wisps that had been working her to dissipate.

She moaned loudly, and I freed her mouth from my presence, allowing her cries and moans to resonate in the shadowed bubble I had created as she cursed my name in fury and pleasure.

The shadowy paddle appeared in my hand and I brought it down with a stinging slap against her ass, even with my fingers still buried there. “You didn’t say your spell little Witch.”

Her legs shook from having to endure the pleasure that I bestowed, but I did not relent as I drew in her lust through the paddle, gluttonous from every twist of emotion she offered me. She may lash out in rage at me, may claim to hate me and my kind, but she was unreserved in the throes of passion, pushing back everything I gave her, and I marveled at the fact that a creature such as herself had not been claimed yet - had not allowed herself to be.

But then, I supposed there was a rightness to that, for who was truly worthy of such a gift? The golden haired gyspy?

The thought made my stomach curdle in a wave of some unnamed emotion. I pushed it to the side and decided to have mercy on the Witch as I pulled back slightly.

But Marie was having none of it, her pussy thrusting back towards my cock, following it’s retreat, and I suddnely it was I who was dronwing in desire, I who was burning with the need to fuck her in a way that elminated all other lovers before me.

I roared as I slammed into her, widening my wings further, the hint of talons digging into the earth beneath me. My wings cast long images on the forest floor that seemed darker than the shadows themselves, and yet even as the Witch’s head dipped, taking in the image of the silhouette beneath us, my wings clearly on display, she did not halt her movements, she only slammed back against me harder, taking me in for everything I was.

I brought the paddle down again, marking her with my shadows, imprinting myself against her skin. Warmth pooled around my length as she clenched at the feel of the sting, and suddenly her ass seemed to relax, allowing me to work in a second finger, stretching and claiming her whilst my cock slammed against her.

“Cort.” She gasped my name. “Cort-land.” She dragged out the full word, caressing each vowel as she spoke.

“Cast your spell little Witch.”

She moaned loudly as she sat at the precipice of tumbling into her next orgasm just as the golden haired gypsy groaned out his own release, his flesh slapping against the woman who now lay beneath him. But Marie didn’t pay them any attention, her focus solely fixed upon me and where we were joined. Her hair took on an almost silver appearance beneath the moon, a star made of that precious metal, my Argenteum Astrum.

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