And if that wasn’t torture enough, Malcolm found the tender hollow inside her where she ached to be touched and kneaded it with the calloused tips of his two fingers.
“Soaking wet,” he said into her ear, “and hot as the sun, but no maidenhead to be found.” He turned his hand inside her and pushed a third finger into her, prying her open even more for him. She wriggled and twisted but couldn’t escape his probing touch, not that she wanted to. What a terrible maiden she’d turned out to be.
“You are cruel,” she said, pushing her hips into his hand. “You are no gentleman.”
“True,” he said. “No gentleman would do this to a lost damsel in the woods.”
He opened his trousers and took out his cock, thick and long and stiff as iron. He pressed the swollen tip into her open aching hole. With her hips in his hands he lifted her and brought her down onto his cock, impaling her with it.
She cried out in ecstasy, and Malcolm laughed again in her ear.
“The sword of Arthur’s was never buried so deep in the stone as I am in your cunt,” he said. “And still no blushes.”
She wanted to protest but was too busy panting to speak. She was speared on his thick cock, split open, her back trapped against the rough bark of the tree as he rammed into her with deep, rough thrusts. Her naked breasts rubbed against the linen of his tunic and his hands held her in a bruising grip. She knew she would look in the mirror tomorrow and see black-and-blue fingerprints all over her ass from how hard he lifted and lowered her onto his cock again and again.
Malcolm grunted as he fucked her, a heady male sound that stoked her own pleasure as it revealed his.
“Not a maid,” he said, between panting breaths. “Not even a lady could take this cock like you do. Must be a whore. Must be my whore.”
He worked her on his cock, controlling her every movement with his hands until she was nearly screaming from the need to come. She felt his fingers digging even harder into her flesh as he rutted into her. He bounced her on his cock until she thought she might split in half on it. The shaft grazed her swollen clitoris with every thrust, the friction delicious.
Malcolm lifted her again, hitching her up the trunk of the tree to pound into her even harder. She tilted her pelvis to feel more of his cock rubbing and grazing her clitoris. She rocked up and down on his brutal organ until she couldn’t hold back another second. With a cry, she came so hard she scared the birds from the upper branches of the yew tree they coupled against. Her orgasm came in wave after wave of sharp contractions so racking she knew Malcolm could feel them. He rasped a low “Fuck” into her ear.
As her climax waned, Malcolm pounded his into her. Mona forced herself to concentrate, to keep her eyes on the prize, the book of magic in his cloak and the answers it held. She went limp against the tree and let Malcolm use her body. His head fell back as he pumped his last thrusts into her. That was the moment Mona slipped one hand out of the scarf still knotted loosely around her wrist. His hips bucked up and into her, and when he let out that low grunt that signaled he was coming inside her, she slipped her other hand out of the other loop around her wrist.
At the height of ecstasy when his dark eyes were shut tight and his face wore a mask of pleasure so intense it looked like pain, Mona shoved him backward. He fell into the hawthorn bush where he was immediately caught by the thorny vines.
He struggled a moment before going limp, looking up at her, and laughing.
“I knew it—she is a witch,” he said. He struggled again, wincing as the thorns tore at his clothes.
Mona unwrapped her legs from the tree branches.
“I suppose you’re right,” she said as she fixed her mussed hair and retied her gown’s bodice. “But a good witch, yes?”
“I don’t know about that,” he said, “but you were certainly an enjoyable witch. Come and let me enjoy you again.”
His cock was already getting hard a second time. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at him with an eyebrow raised.
“You’re the only man I know who would get hard while trapped in a hawthorn bush,” she said as she walked to his cloak, still hanging on the end of the tree branch. His warm seed spilled down her thighs as she walked.
“Your cunt must have bewitched me,” he said. “Come bewitch it again.” He lifted his hips in invitation, an invitation she ignored.
She found the leather-bound book of magic in his cloak pocket.
“I wonder if this is how the Lady of the Lake got Merlin,” Mona said. “She let him fuck her and then when he was coming, she pushed him into the shrubs.”
“Probably so,” Malcolm said. “The painting only captures one frame of the story. It never tells the whole tale. And the painting doesn’t reveal what the Lady of the Lake found in Merlin’s book of magic either.”
“Let’s find out . . .” Mona said as she pulled the book from its pocket. It was a beautiful book, bound in rich dark leather, weathered and faded and soft to the touch. She pressed open the pages to the center and found an elaborate pen-and-ink drawing of a man and woman having sex against the trunk of a tree. Mona turned a page and found another pen and ink drawing of a man and woman having sex on the ground. She flipped page after page and saw nothing but pictures of couples coupling in every possible position.
It wasn’t a book of magic. It was pornography.
Meanwhile Malcolm, still trapped in the hawthorn bush, laughed again, laughed at her.
“You,” she said, turning on him. “You said if I got your book, I’d know how you did all this.”
“I said, if you’ll recall, that if you could steal my book, you’d know how I did my tricks. I never said my magic tricks. I have more than one kind of trick.”
“You wicked wizard,” she said and threw the book at him. It landed on his stomach in a flurry of pages.
“You almost hit my cock,” he said. “You are a witch.”
“I am and this witch is going to leave you there,” she said.
“You wouldn’t dare.” He narrowed his eyes at her, suspicious.
“You deserve it,” Mona said.
“I gave you an orgasm so strong it nearly snapped my prick off, and you’re saying I deserve being stuck in a fucking demonic shrub for playing one little trick on you?”
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll let you out. But only this once.” She tiptoed into the bush and carefully began to extract Malcolm’s clothes from the thorny vines of the bush.
“Mona, darling,” Malcolm said as she pulled a thorn from his tunic. “I have to tell you something.”
“Yes?”
Without warning the vines of the hawthorn wrapped around Mona’s stomach and pulled her to the ground. She struggled but couldn’t free herself. She was trapped on her back, bound by living magic vines. They had her by the wrists, by the ankles, by the stomach . . .
“Malcolm,” she growled.
He straddled her stomach. “I have many, many tricks . . .”
Even if Mona wanted to move, she couldn’t. The thorny vines had her and the littlest movement would mean the thorns would snare her skin. She had to lie perfectly still as Malcolm dragged her gown to her hips. More vines wrapped around her legs and pulled her thighs wide open. She panted as Malcolm found her clitoris with his fingertips and stroked it until it swelled. And once it was swollen and throbbing, he dipped his head and licked it. Then he pushed three fingers inside her wet cunt and into that tender hollow again, kneading it while he sucked that throbbing knot with such masterful precision Mona could have cried from the incredible pleasure. When she was as close to climax as she could get without coming, Malcolm drew his fingers out of her. His cock was stiff again, red and dripping as he mounted her. He thrust into her, slowly and hard as Mona lay there, unmoving but for the rise and fall of her breasts with her every heavy breath.
Malcolm pushed the bodice of her gown down again. He ran his hands over her breasts as he moved inside her.
“This is my magic,” he said s
oftly as he caressed her nipples with his fingertips, caressed and tugged them, tugged and teased them. His dark, wavy hair fell over his dark, wild eyes. “Making you ache. Making you wet. Making you pant and moan for me. Making you come and come again. Does it really matter how I do it as long as I do it?”
“No,” she said as she lifted her hips a centimeter off the hard ground. A thorn bit into her belly but it was worth it for the jolt of pleasure she felt when Malcolm’s cock shifted inside her.
“Good, because a magician never reveals his secrets.”
He kissed her lips as he rode her, gently at first, then harder—short, sharp thrusts into her needy cunt. Mona wanted to move, had to move, but couldn’t move because of the thorny vines holding her in place. The tension was sweet at first, being fucked while she couldn’t move a muscle, but soon it grew too potent to bear. Her eyes ran with tears and her hips and stomach tightened, her fingernails dug deep into the green earth below her, the only movement she could make without being scratched by the thorns. Her breaths came in quick bursts as Malcolm speared her over and over until she was shaken by a fierce orgasm, a thousand wicked spasms deep inside of her. Malcolm cried out as he orgasmed again, filling her up with spurt after spurt of his hot semen.
“I’m a terrible Lady of the Lake,” Mona said as she went limp and sated underneath him. “I was supposed to beguile you, Merlin. Instead you beguiled me.”
“Shall I beguile you a third time?” he asked.
“Beguile me forever,” she said as he started to move inside her again.
Mona forgot all about his secrets, his powers, his magic. The vines tightened on her wrists and thighs. She smiled at the pinprick of pain. His kissed her and she trembled with longing, with pleasure, with love.
This was the only magic Mona needed.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
VALERIE ALEXANDER (valeriealexander.org) lives in Arizona. Her work has been previously published in Best of Best Women’s Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and other anthologies.
KATE ALLURE (KateAllure.com) writes erotic romances celebrating sensuality, sexual exploration, and love. Her work is “Escapism of the richest, most decadent variety,” 4 Stars (RT Book Reviews), and “Sizzling and sensual” (Publishers Weekly). Beyond writing, Kate’s other passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband.
RICHARD BACULA (@RichardBacula, or RichardBacula.com) has spent years studying creative writing at a national university, and has spent his entire life studying sex. After receiving his degree, he has decided to combine his two major fields of interest to create fun and fascinating erotica for the world to enjoy.
WINTER BLAIR (@TheWinterBlair) lives in Scotland in a drafty castle with far too many cats. Her stories have appeared in Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 2; Blood in the Rain, Volume 2; For the Men and the Women Who Love Them; Tonight She’s Yours, Volume 2; and Pirates: A Boys Behaving Badly Anthology.
DEBORAH CASTELLANO (charmedfinishingschool.com) is a frequent contributor to Cleis anthologies. Her book is Glamour Magic: The Witchcraft Revolution to Get What You Want (Llewellyn, 2017). She resides in New Jersey with her husband, Jow, and their cat, Max II.
ELIZABETH COLDWELL (elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com) lives and writes in London. She is an editor, winner of the International Leather Awards Samois award for best anthology for Lipstick Lovers, and multi-published author. Her short stories have appeared in a variety of anthologies including the Best Women’s Erotica series.
KENDEL DAVI (kendeldavi.wordpress.com) is a playwright, short-story writer, and performance artist who lives in Los Angeles, California. When Kendel isn’t locked in some dark theater he explores the city in search of unique and interesting places for inspiration in this multicultural city.
DENA HANKINS (denahankins.net) writes aboard her boat in quiet anchorages. Her erotic romance novels—Blue Water Dreams, Heart of the Liliko’i, and Lysistrata Cove—feature queer, kinky, trans, and otherwise fascinating folk. She’s into the double-digits on short-story erotica publications and loves reading sex aloud for an audience.
LAZULI JONES is the author of Better Late (Clarian Press), Abyssal Zone (eXtasy Books), and multiple short stories that have appeared in anthologies including Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volume 1; Nasty: Fetish Fights Back; and The Big Book of Submission, Volume 2. A performer and queer activist, Lazuli lives with their partner in Southern Ontario.
VIOLET R. JONES enjoys writing erotica, and spending time with her partner and their cats.
ZAK JANE KEIR (dirtysexywords.com) has almost three decades of writing erotica under her belt: these days she mostly writes femdom or steampunk. She lives in the UK and tries to do at least some of the things she writes about on a regular basis.
KIM KUZURI is a nonbinary butch queer who has ridden in cattle drives, worked in strawberry fields, done the barista thing, and ultimately ended up as a marketing nine-to-fiver. Kim lives in the SF Bay Area, lifts weights for fun, and rounds out the stereotype by collecting geeky tattoos.
SOMMER MARSDEN (sommermarsden.blogspot.com) is a professional dirty word writer, gluten-free baker, amateur runner, fat wiener dog walker, and expert procrastinator. Sommer lives in Baltimore with her boyfriend, the Bearded Giant, an eclectic collection of kids, and the previously mentioned fat wiener dog.
LEIF OFTEN is a university student and academic writing tutor. He loves writing, and loves drinking with friends, and sometimes he loves doing both concurrently.
TIFFANY REISZ (TiffanyReisz.com) is the USA Today best-selling author of The Red: An Erotic Fantasy, a 2017 NPR Best Book of the Year. “The Beguiling of Merlin” is an unpublished chapter in that book.
RIA RESTREPO (riarestrepo.com) writes erotica, romance, and all the shades in between. Above all, she loves stories about strong, independent women who freely explore their sexuality and embrace their desires—even if that means submitting. Like her heroines, she has a weakness for Alpha males with a sensitive side.
SAMMY REI SCHWARZ (SammyReiSchwarz.com) trades in titillation as a queer Asian eroticist and phone sex siren. In addition to smut peddling, Sammy composes music in various states of undress.
ANGORA SHADE (angorashade.blogspot.com) is an American erotic romance author living in Europe. She enjoys creating stories that surprise, amuse, or tease the reader, providing an alternative outlook to the monotony of someone’s usual day.
LEANDRA VANE (needleandbow.com) is a romance author and blogger. She writes a personal growth blog entitled Needle & Bow and a sexuality book review blog entitled The Unlaced Librarian.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL (rachelkramerbussel.com) is a New Jersey–based author, editor, blogger, and writing instructor. She has edited over sixty books of erotica, including Best Women’s Erotica of the Year, Volumes 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5; Best Bondage Erotica 2011-2015; Erotic Teasers; Dirty Dates; On Fire; Come Again: Sex Toy Erotica; The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories; Begging For It; The Big Book of Submission; Lust in Latex; Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples; Baby Got Back: Anal Erotica; Suite Encounters: Hotel Sex Stories; Going Down: Oral Sex Stories; Gotta Have It; Women in Lust; Surrender; Orgasmic; Cheeky Spanking Stories; Bottoms Up; Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica; Fast Girls; Do Not Disturb; Suite Encounters; Tasting Him; Tasting Her; Please, Sir; Please, Ma’am; He’s on Top; She’s on Top; and Crossdressing. Her anthologies have won eight IPPY (Independent Publisher) Awards, and her BDSM books Surrender and Dirty Dates won the National Leather Association Samois Anthology Award. Her work has been published in over one hundred anthologies, including Best American Erotica 2004 and 2006. She wrote the popular “Lusty Lady” column for the Village Voice.
Rachel has written for AVN, Bust, CNN.com, Cosmopolitan, Curve, The Daily Beast, Elle.com, Fortune.com, TheFrisky.com, Glamour, Gothamist, Harper’s Bazaar, Huffington Post, Inked, Marie Claire, Men’s Health, Newsday, New York Post, New York Observer, The New York Times, O: The Oprah Magazine, Pen
thouse, Refinery29, Rollingstone.com, The Root, Salon, San Francisco Chronicle, Slate, Time.com, Time Out New York, and Zink, among others. She has appeared on “The Gayle King Show,” “The Martha Stewart Show,” “The Berman and Berman Show,” NY1 and Showtime’s “Family Business.” She hosted the popular In the Flesh Erotic Reading Series, featuring readers from Susie Bright to Zane, speaks at conferences and does readings and teaches erotic writing workshops across the country and online. She blogs at lustylady.blogspot.com and consults about erotica at eroticawriting101.com. Learn more and subscribe to Rachel’s monthly newsletter with book giveaways at rachelkramerbussel.com.
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