His Magick Touch

by Samantha Gentry

  One of many misconceptions held by mortals was that all coven members were required to engage in ritual sex as part of the coven’s rites. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Group sex and orgies. Mandatory sex as part of some sort of initiation rite. Neither were requirements nor common practice. No reputable coven required sex of its members. Ritual sex, whether the Great Rite or something else, was a sacred act performed in private and only by consenting adults.

  “Yes…absolutely so.” The overwhelming power of his sexual magnetism set off tremors of desire. Her entire body quivered in anticipation of what she knew would be sex on an elevated plane, a level of pleasure beyond anything she had previously experienced. The glow of passion in the depths of his turquoise eyes told her she was about to travel to a place she had never been before, to experience the ultimate in erotic fulfillment.

  Never had she been more ready or more excited. Her juices seeped from between her pussy lips, dampening the crotch of her bikini panties. Her pulse quickened as did her breathing. The air sizzled with sexual energy.

  “Yes, I feel it, too.”

  His words startled her. It was almost as if he had been reading her mind or had managed to put his consciousness inside her body.

  “That’s the energy we’ll tap into, the sensual flow carrying our bodies on a sexual voyage of magick to the ultimate ecstasy.” Recreational sex. Fucking for fun. Always enjoyable. But this was spiritual, an act of nature, a teaching experience that needed to be treated with the reverence it deserved.

  Devon placed kisses along her shoulders and, with a wave of his hand, the dress dropped to the floor, the soft fabric pooling at her feet along with her black lace bikini panties. She stepped out of her clothes and her high heels at the same time.

  Her nipples puckered into tight buds of need. She wanted his mouth on them…teasing, licking, sucking. Taking her hand in his, Devon led her into the bedroom, his clothes falling away as they approached the bed. Never had there been a more perfect specimen of the male physique. A firm, athletic body with broad shoulders, strong arms, and a hard chest with sharply chiseled planes. His long legs showed good muscle tone. And there was the small tattoo low on his hip, a crescent moon.

  But the item that drew her attention like a magnet, pulled her gaze and held it, was his mouth-wateringly beautiful cock. It stood tall and proud, the deeply purpled head atop the thick shaft with engorged veins in sharp relief against the tightly drawn skin.

  It took all her will power to stand still and wait for his direction—to keep from throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, then impaling herself on a magnificent dick obviously ready for action. Little tremors and vibrations swept through her pussy. Just being naked in his presence, gazing at his nude body, already had her more excited and aroused than the end result of some of her mediocre sexual couplings.

  She watched, captivated by his masculinity and enthralled by the sheer power of his presence, as he slowly circled her, visually touching and embracing her entire body without actually making physical contact. She sensed his gaze cupping her ass cheeks and running along the crevice separating them, gently plucking at her nipples, and ruffling through the dark downy curls covering her mound—a sensation so intense and so real it was as if she physically experienced it.

  The sexual tension pulsed through her body. Her breathing increased and her heart pounded. When was he going to actually touch her? What was he waiting for? Should she say something? Let him know of her desire?

  “The anticipation builds…”

  His words simulated soft velvet as they curled around her reality. The sound mesmerized her like nothing before ever had. Sex Magick…it emanated from him, enveloping her with its power, capturing her very essence. Her entire body vibrated in tune with the timbre of his voice. Things she had never felt before, deep sensations building layer upon layer.

  “The sexual tension flows along with the juices. The entire body throbs with primal need. The desire overwhelms the senses and takes charge of the body. Your mind no longer censors or controls. Thoughts…reasoning…logical determinations. They fade into the background. They give way to nature’s desires and primal needs. Sexual energy demands to be released…the laws of nature acknowledged.”

  Devon liked what he saw, liked it very much. Her green eyes sparkled with passion. Her firm up-lifted breasts, topped by dusky pink nipples pebbled into taut buds, rose and fell with each ragged breath. They begged to be sucked. And the dark curls guarding the entrance to what he knew would be a tantalizing pussy, a lush and ripe treat with an engorged clit already visible in the mossy nest. A hot, wet receptacle eager to encase his cock in a tight cocoon.

  A night of sharing the sacred magick, of savoring the pleasures. Transporting an eager partner into the magical realm of divine ecstasy. A sexual rite far removed from the type of hot sex resulting from furious fucking that, while physically gratifying, lacked the spiritual and emotional impact as well as the connection to the natural world.

  And a night that would put him one step closer to finding Miranda, to being able to finally enact his revenge. The thought disturbed him, especially as an intrusion into a sacred moment of sexual magick.

  Devon cupped Raina’s face in his hands, lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on her mouth…nothing more than a sensual brushing of the lips, but enough to taste her eagerness and impart his passion. He placed his hands lightly on her shoulders, his fingers sensually sliding across her skin, moving down her arms, up her sides, and finally arriving at her puckered nipples. And all the while, he maintained eye contact with her, his gaze delving into the emerald depths.

  And what he saw totally captivated him.

  He closed his eyes and focused the energy. It flowed through his body, out his fingertips, and infused her with its potency. Her soft moan reached his ears, conveying an elevated level of excitement that told him what he needed to know about her state of arousal. If the physical impact she had on him provided an indication, she already had all the necessary skills. The only thing he could teach her was how to focus and use those skills to achieve the maximum pleasure, her personal enjoyment and fulfillment—a task he looked forward to with heightened enthusiasm.

  And that wasn’t the only focus he needed to juggle. He could not afford to set aside his defined agenda of locating Raina’s sister—his personal goal of exposing the evil Miranda to her peers for what she was, showing how she had maliciously and viciously destroyed his brother in an attempt to misuse powers for personal gain. He momentarily allowed a mental image of Dylan, a man who had lost his purpose in life, his zest for living taken from him leaving only an empty shell of a man, emotionally dead as well as physically damaged.

  Devon quickly returned his attention to the very desirable Raina. A sensual aura surrounded her naked body, the brilliant red of passion and pale yellow of a spiritual journey. Her essence glowed with sexual desire. He placed a quick kiss on each nipple then a brief yet fervor-laden kiss on her lips as he concentrated his efforts, his tongue twining with hers for a moment before withdrawing.

  A heated rush of longing rippled through Raina’s body. Her insides quivered in anticipation of what she knew would be the most incredible sexual encounter of her life. His hands on her skin, his touch so sensual that the mere physical contact made her pussy throb. Her nipples tingled from his tender manipulation. And his lips on hers, just a quick kiss but one that spoke volumes about the man.

  She didn’t know what to expect—a heated rush of an intense mind-blowing sexual frenzy, a sensual seduction that would take all evening, or something in between that would more resemble a teacher-pupil tutoring interaction. The sound of his voice, gentle caresses, the passion of his momentary kiss—he had barely touched her yet the sexual excitement inside her body already rushed toward orgasmic highs in an enthralling manner.

  She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to settle over her and course through her veins. Then she fe
lt his hands on her shoulders again, at least she thought she did. Could it all be in her mind? A presence so intense that she believed she could physically feel it? All confusion ended the moment he scooped her up in his arms.

  Devon placed her gently in the middle of the large bed. Her long raven hair spread out across the pillow, framing her beautiful face. A feast for the eyes and for the soul. How could two sisters, both witches of the bloodline, look so much alike yet be so very different in who they are and how they conduct their lives?

  Settling in next to her, he stretched his torso along the length of her body. Everything looked so delicious, so desirable. Without putting his hands on her, he leaned his face into hers and captured her mouth with what started as a soft kiss—a kiss that quickly escalated. He felt the moan escape her throat as much as he heard it.

  He thrust his tongue between her lips, eliciting an immediate and enthusiastic response. Much like an ancient mating ritual, their tongues twined as each explored the recesses of the other’s mouth—darting, teasing, tasting. He gathered her in his arms, pulled her close until they touched along the length of their bodies, then rolled her on top of him. She spread her legs so that her thighs ran along the outer edge of his hips. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He felt each breath she took, reveled in the creamy smooth texture of her skin.

  Kneading the firm flesh of her ass cheeks, he paused every few seconds to run his fingers along the alluring crevice of separation. Her little quiver of hesitation, a momentary flinching of her muscles when he touched the tip of his finger to her anus, did not escape his attention. After all the years, was her ass still virgin? The kiss continued, their tongues tangled and enmeshed. Her taste filled his senses with a very special type of excitement he had seldom encountered in his many liaisons. Tempting, tantalizing…and totally enchanting.

  He breathed in her essence, the aura as captivating as the naked flesh beneath his fingertips and pressed on top of his body. Thoughts of her virgin ass continued to circulate through his mind as he touched her puckered hole again, pushing gently until just the tip of his finger penetrated. When again confronted with a negative reaction, he quickly withdrew.

  For their first time together, he would evaluate her experience, skills, and her needs, then proceed accordingly. One thing he already knew, this would be unlike any sexual encounter in his experience—certainly not due to the nature of the sex acts, but rather this incredible woman.

  And that created a strange dichotomy between his physical attraction to and desire for Raina versus his long time personal agenda to find Miranda and take his revenge. He shoved the disturbing thoughts of the future from his mind and concentrated on the pleasures of the present.

  His sudden move to turn her onto her back and partially cover her body with his came as a surprise to Raina. Every one of his actions had been slow, deliberate, and sensual. He again captured her mouth with a heated kiss, one far more demanding than anything he had done so far. She totally melted into his ministrations, doing something she had never done before—surrendering completely to his control.

  His hand skimmed lightly across her skin, moving seductively down her stomach, across her abdomen, then cupping her pussy in his palm. Her insides jumped and her body trembled as he slipped his finger between the folds of her pussy lips. When he stroked his thumb across her clit, her hips bucked upward and shoved hard against his hand. An involuntary action on her part, seeking out additional pressure against her clit. Her heart pounded so hard she suspected Devon could hear it as well as feel it.

  She wanted to touch him. She needed to touch him, to feel his hard cock, to wrap her hand around his girth. Was it allowed? Was she supposed to wait for him to instruct her? To follow his lead? Each stroke of his finger further stimulated her throbbing pussy, inflaming her sexual desires to a heightened level.

  She totally banished her thoughts and concerns, allowing her body to dictate. No analyzing, evaluating, or trying to make a determination. She didn’t question whether she should do this or do that, would he consider her too aggressive. She didn’t try to second guess what her partner wanted from her. For the first time in her life, she shoved her inhibitions and insecurities aside and totally surrendered to her own pleasure.

  As he fingerfucked her pussy, she reached for his cock. Her fingers tingled with excitement the moment she wrapped them around his rigid shaft. She felt the life force and sexual vitality pulsing below the surface of his skin. The extreme hardness, the ample girth, the tantalizing length—everything told her just how good his rod was going to feel snuggly embedded inside her, filling her to the maximum.

  She slid her hand along the length of his dick, from the head all the way down to the root. After pausing to fondle his balls, she stroked up and down his shaft. The low groan and thrust of his hips said how much he liked her attentions. Her level of arousal soared. To her shock, her body rushed toward orgasm. His cock wasn’t inside her, his mouth hadn’t touched her clit, yet the ultimate release beckoned from what seemed to be mere seconds away. Her mind swirled with impending euphoria.

  She sucked on his tongue as she aggressively pumped his cock, all the while rubbing her engorged clit against his hand. She unabashedly pushed toward her orgasm, the rapture so close she could almost taste it. The surprising speed and ease with which it had happened left her as overwhelmed as the intensity of the moment. Then he shoved a second finger between her pussy lips and increased his stimulation on her clit.

  Raina broke the kiss. Her head jerked back into the pillow, and a throaty cry left her mouth as the orgasmic contractions rippled through her. Never had she so quickly or easily reached the ultimate pinnacle of delicious release. And she didn’t want it to stop.

  “More…” It was only one word, forced out in a breathless voice, but it carried all the sexual intensity surging through her body. She wanted that magnificent cock buried inside her, wanted to propel her orgasm into non-stop hedonistic gratification.

  Even though her touch was very exciting, Devon’s cock pulsed with a driving force demanding more than a hand job. She had asked for more, a very good sign. Her body made the decision, not her mind. Her physical desires reached out for what she wanted rather than being censored by her fears, insecurities, and inhibitions.

  While withdrawing his hand from between her legs, he disengaged from her grasp on his dick. He quickly situated his body between her wide spread legs and probed her wet slit with his cockhead. They were both of the bloodline. Pregnancy and disease were a consideration only when engaged in sex with a mortal. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her hips upward. He responded with a downward thrust. His rod inched its way inside her well lubricated pussy, the tight fit adding to the intensity of his pleasure. Her still convulsing muscles worked his shaft, pulling it fully inside her until he was embedded all the way to his balls. Her whimpers of delight increased the aura of heated passion surrounding them.

  He wanted to set a slow rhythm, to pull out so that only his cockhead parted her pussy lips before delving to the depths again. But the nearly frenetic bucking of her hips pushed him into shorter, faster strokes. He reveled in the sight of her delicate features flushed with the crimson tinge of orgasm, her hair in wild disarray, her expression one of total abandon. He had never seen anything so beautiful and exciting or been with a woman as deliciously desirable.

  And delicious would be the next step. Despite her sexy banter, the vibration he had picked up from her when they first met, along with her negative response to having her anus touched, said her sexual repertoire had been basically vanilla without much experimentation or diversity beyond the basics of oral sex. He doubted she had ever experienced her own taste.

  Without breaking their fucking rhythm, he licked one of the two fingers he had withdrawn from her very wet pussy. He closed his eyes as her taste exploded in his mouth. A savory treat, a true aphrodisiac. He definitely wanted his mouth on that delicacy, but it would have to wait for a while. He
took his other pussy soaked finger and slipped it into her mouth.

  “Suck it…taste it…” Even to his own ear, his words sounded too raspy, attesting to his heightened state of arousal—more so than he wanted, considering what he felt needed to be accomplished that night.

  She immediately complied with his instruction…well, almost immediately. First, there was a moment’s hesitation and the odd expression that quickly darted across her face, one that indicated both surprise by his actions and confusion about what it meant. But she didn’t reject his offering. She sucked his finger, at first haltingly then with more enthusiasm as her look of surprise changed to one of acceptance. She wound her tongue around his finger, removing every vestige of her own juices.

  Raina’s mind swirled in a sea of euphoria. Her body had never been so alive and vibrant. His cock filled her in a way no other man ever had—real or her perception based on the new and exciting sensation introduced into her sex life? She ran her fingers through his thick hair and across his back, barely aware of her own actions. The orgasmic waves continued to crash through her, the strength and duration much greater than anything she had previously experienced.

  His dick moved smoothly in and out of her pussy, his plunges becoming harder and faster. She matched his thrusts with unbridled enthusiasm. Each down stroke slapped his balls against her upturned ass. She wanted more. Her passion burned with a need unlike anything in her experience. Her entire body vibrated with a tingling magnitude. She felt light-headed, as if she would actually pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. They were engaged in missionary position sex, no side excursions or anything new and different from her experience other than the taste on his finger, yet the thrilling results were anything but routine.

  Then he momentarily shocked her out of her euphoria when he quickly withdrew, turned around and buried his face between her legs with his glistening cock bobbing in front of her mouth.