She didn’t have to ask twice.
His cock was thick and hard as he began to stroke it, gaining speed quickly. Everything about it turned her on. The sound of his hand gliding over his cock, the way his body stood rigid with passion, sweat pouring down his chest as he stroked.
“I need it,” she moaned out, never realizing how badly she wanted the taste of cum on her tongue.
“Fuck,” he growled out, his body tensing.
“In my mouth,” she begged, opening her mouth wide, hardly able to stand the wait.
Grabbing the back of her hair, he shoved his cock into her mouth and immediately filled her throat. Over and over again, he pumped his load inside her as she barely swallowed it all.
“God damn, that was good,” he said, his knees so weak they could barely support him anymore.
“What can I say? I’m magic.” She licked her lips, lapping up every last drop.
~
Carrying Blair outside, Terrance immediately scented what he knew right away was another witch. His hackles raised in anger until Blair perked up with excitement.
“Willow!” Blair beamed in absolute delight, and once he got a good look at the witch, he knew that she must be one of Blair’s sisters.
“I was going to come knock at your door, but based on all the moaning and screaming going on, I figured I would be intruding, so I decided to just sit here and listen instead.” She looked Terrance up and down and gave a flirty laugh.
Every single one of these sisters was going to be dangerous creatures he decided, already feeling sorry for whatever man got caught into their nets. Beautiful, flirtatious, powerful, witty… these girls had it all. He could only hope that he could land the sister he wanted.
“Hexxa broke my body, so he was just checking to see if a little tune up would help me out.” Blair winked at her sister.
“Honey, it sounded like he gave you a tune up, oil change, and a whole new damn carburetor in that room. Did he give you the Johnson rod?” Willow slid her sunglasses down her face and grinned at her sister.
“Oh, trust me, he gave me the Johnson rod after I made sure it was all lubed up. He filled up all my tires too, honey,” Blair replied, and Terrance nearly dropped her.
“All right. Jesus Christ, you two,” he said, cutting them both off, and they exploded into a raucous bout of giggles.
Terrance had never had a relationship with a sibling like this, and it was far beyond his realm of understanding.
“So, your body is really broken? You can’t move anything?” Willow looked devastated for her sister.
“When it started out, I couldn’t even blink. At least, now I can speak and swallow.” Blair frowned.
“Oh I bet you swallowed, girl.” Willow double blinked, and the girls fired up another bout of laughs and dirty talk.
Terrance had never blushed in his life, but these two women together were worse than a group of sailors hitting the shore for the first time in two years and realizing they had landed at hooker alley.
“Can we focus on the problem at hand please?” Terrance interrupted them again.
“Right. Hexxa.” Willow perked up. “Misty and Raven are already following her cult. They’re just waiting for her to show up. Mom and everyone else are already after the amulet. Divide and conquer.”
Ah, so the cure to the Hexxa disease was some sort of magical amulet. Terrance wanted to ask more questions, but at the same time, he knew he wouldn’t understand the answers anyway, so why bother? He would be here purely for muscle and would let the girls do what they needed to do.
No matter how big or small of a part he played in this, he knew he would end up with the revenge he so desperately needed.
Blair looked down at her arms, and he could see that she was urgently trying to move them. Nothing seemed to help, though.
“I just wish I could do more to help you guys,” she finally growled out in frustration.
“Well, if it took two weeks to be able to speak again, it’ll take some time to be able to move your limbs.” Willow shrugged. “It’s not the worst curse we’ve ever been through. Remember when Cordelia hexed Jade into having a boil on her nose for her entire junior year?”
“Yeah, and then Jade got back at her by giving her a six month long period.” Blair sniggered.
These girls were pure evil, Terrance thought to himself. Thank god he had only had one sister, and not multiple, because apparently, all they did was abuse each other.
“It’ll be fine once we meet up with her. The four of us, combined with him, will be able to beat her into submission, and she will have to free you from the curse.” Willow sounded so sure that he almost believed her. “She will get away for a little while, but mom and our other sisters will have the amulet soon enough. Don’t worry.”
Terrance noticed the smallest fluttering of Blairs fingertips and gave her a supportive squeeze.
“So what’s the deal with you two?” Willow eyed them beadily.
“Hexxa’s cult kidnapped and tortured him, so he hates all witches and wants to kill us. Which naturally means he just couldn’t wait to get inside me and give me the ride of a lifetime.” Blair waggled her eyebrows.
“Yep, I’m gonna go get us all some lunch. I’ll be back.” Terrance took off like a rocket and spent a good hour getting them all fried chicken before he came back. He figured an hour should be long enough for them to get all of that talk out of their systems.
Meanwhile, the question still remained; what were they doing? He did hate all witches. He did want to kill them. Except for her.
When it came to Blair, he wanted to make love to her another hundred times and then a hundred after that. He also knew that being infected by her smile made him never want to let her go again. He was attached to her now; she was under his skin.
What did that mean for them? He had no idea. Did she feel the same about him, or would she run from him the moment that her legs worked again.
He knew he was feeling more for her than he ever planned to, but now that he was here, he couldn’t go back. He loved the girl, and he couldn’t stop himself from going after her heart with everything he had.
Once they broke her curse and killed her aunt together, he would take her love and keep it for himself.
Heading back with lunch, he was happy to see the girls had finally exhausted themselves of all their giggles and he didn’t have to be a part of their weird sister dick joke game anymore. He also noticed that Willow must have brought her a change of clothes because she was no longer wearing her ball gown and was instead in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a sweatshirt.
“So Terrance…” Willow eyed him over her mound of French fries. “If you hate all witches, why are you carrying her around like Prince Charming and going down on her like a demon king?”
“Your sister is someone special; she’s changing my mind about your kind.” He reached across the table, taking Blair’s hand into his, and could have sworn he felt her fingers trying to flex around his. “Except for your aunt. That evil bitch still needs to die by my hands.”
“We’ll have to split her death a few ways,” Blair cut in. “I think we could compete for who she’s fucked over more at this point.”
“At least you guys have been getting fucked,” Willow pouted.
“You’ll have to excuse my sister. She’s the slutty one,” Blair informed him, and he wondered how many other crazy personalities her sisters had.
~
Within hours of Willow arriving, they got the call that Hexxa had finally showed up in a nightclub in the Louisiana swamps known for human sacrifice. She was probably hoping to participate in their next ritual and regain some of her former strength.
Blair sat strapped into the backseat of her sister’s car as they followed the winding back woods to the location. She could still only barely move her fingers and knew that by coming she would probably end up slowing down the group, but she had to go. She couldn’t sit around and almost be murdered and do nothing
about it.
Besides, with her sisters by her side, she would gain strength. They lifted each other up in life with love and loyalty.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Terrance stare out the window. Her eyes traced over the masculine beauty of his features. Never would she have guessed, in such a short period of time, she could develop feelings so strong for someone who, two weeks ago, was a mean mugging stranger to her.
“Human…” Willow looked into the rear view mirror after she parked and met Terrance’s eyes. “I know It’s going to be hard for you to see whatever is about to happen in this club. I don’t know what they’re doing to other humans in there, but you have to keep it together. We don’t have time to play Captain-Save-a-Hoe. All we have time for is going straight for Hexxa. We want to try and capture her, but at the very least, we need to force her to release Blair.”
“I’m not going to like whatever I see, but I’ll worry about that after we deal with Hexxa,” he vowed, and Blair couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes.
Terrance opened the door for her then scooped her into his arms again like a princess. She loved how automatic this was becoming for them.
When they got to the doors of the club, Blair worried there would be a chance for the bouncers to alert Hexxa, but before they got too close, she noticed them both clutch at their hearts and collapse to the floor. She knew that signature move.
“Raven has perfected the art of telepathically reaching into a person’s body and destroying their organs. The heart is her favorite because it’s the most dramatic… just like her,” Blair explained to Terrance.
Out of the line of trees around them, Blair’s two sisters, Misty and Raven, appeared.
Together, the four sisters could almost have been twins. Small height differences, hair lengths, and facial features differed between them, but as a whole, they were nearly identical.
“The human is good?” Raven, dressed in all black, always choosing to represent herself as a gothic princess to fit her namesake, asked Blair.
“Oh he’s very good.” Blair looked up at him, loving the view.
“She’s on the second floor, in the back room,” Misty, who’s best ability was scrying, informed everyone.
The three sisters walked in front in unison, almost like they’d practiced. Blair wanted to stand proud with them as they waltzed into battle, but being carried there like a warrior princess wasn’t the worst thing in the world, either.
Inside the club, behind the sound of music pumping, she could hear the faint sound of humans screaming and knew that if she heard it, so did Terrance. His facial demeanor didn’t change, his features set in stone. He clearly didn’t want anyone to see him as the weakest link, but she knew his heart had to be hurting for all of those he knew were suffering.
If she was able to walk out of here, she would help him save the humans still alive in this hell hole before they were done.
Blood soaked floors covered the dance floor as neon lights pulsed. Around them she saw organs being consumed, and while she wanted to pretend the witches here were simply putting on an early Halloween show, she knew better. She knew what they were doing, and while her family did not condone this behavior, she knew that witches were still responsible for all of this gore at the end of the day.
Up the stairs they went, each sister taking a step at the exact same moment as the sister next to her. They had always been so close, all seven of them, almost as if they could read each other’s minds.
Before they entered the room, Willow conjured Glass from all around them to form “men” made from the shards that would help them fight. Always wanting to be the most dramatic, Raven kicked the door open.
Hexxa stood at the opposite end of the room, a dead human in her hands. She had slit the woman’s throat and was catching the blood in a copper bowl underneath her. The moment she saw the girls, she hissed evilly and through the dagger in her hand at them.
“Release our sister,” Misty commanded.
“The four of you aren’t strong enough to defeat me, even in my weakened state. You have no ground to stand on,” Hexxa spat at them. “You mother is desperately searching for the blood amulet, I can feel her panic, but she will not find it before my coven. Her journey is pointless. As pointless as you being here now. I will not free your sister, and now that you are here, I will take you captive, and using your energy, grow stronger.”
Raven tried to use her magic to go for Hexxa’s heart but was instantly flung against the nearest wall, causing her to land in a sickening heap on the floor.
Terrance placed Blair on the floor, and before her eyes, immediately began to change, gearing up for the battle.
“We know we need the amulet to kill you for good.” Willow spoke up. “Once our mother has it, we will come for you again.”
“Your mother is weak.” Hexxa pointed a dagger sharp nail at them. “She knew when we were children she should have killed me. She didn’t have the heart to do it then, and she won’t have the heart to do it now.”
“Our mother might love you too much to kill you, but I’ll hang your rotting corpse over my door step as a warning to all the other hags, not to fuck with my family,” Blair spat at her as Terrance reached his full wolf form.
White hot bolts of electricity erupted from Misty’s hands striking Hexxa and nearly bringing her to her knees.
Terrance charged at Hexxa with everything he had, and Willow sent her glass men to help. Putting up both hands, Hexxa held up a shield made of Onyx, but with her current weakened state, they knew she couldn’t hold it for long.
Blair reached deep into her core, and use all her strength to cast a destruction spell directly at the shield. She planned the release for the exact moment her sister hit her with another blast of electricity.
“Free me, and we leave you to live,” Blair yelled at her, sounding much stronger than she felt. “Save yourself. We know you can’t hold them off forever.”
Hexxa was weak, she couldn’t keep this fight up forever, but even in her weakened state, she was giving them a hard battle. Blair, Raven, Willow, and Misty, simply weren’t strong enough to fight a witch of her caliber.
The men of Glass and Terrance crashed upon the shield. He used his borrowed werewolf powers to dig long claw marks into the shield, to bite and gnash against it.
For what felt like hours, Hexxa held the shield as Terrance and the glass men beat upon it with everything they had until finally the first crack began to appear.
It was over now.
Hexxa couldn’t hold them back any longer. She had two choices, either attempt to fight them physically now that her magic was depleted, or flee. If her followers had been in the club, the sisters may have lost the fight, but in her hurry to gain strength and stop her sister, she had sent them all after the blood amulet and anything else Lanore could use to potentially stop her.
In an instant Hexxa made up her mind and was gone, and with her, so went the curse upon Blair’s body.
Standing up for the first time in weeks, Blair screamed out in victory and ran as fast as she could into Terrance’s arms, not caring that he was still completely in his werewolf form. She kissed him hard, unbothered by his fangs cutting into her lip.
“Jesus Christ, get a room,” Misty sighed then pulled out a mirror to scry their mother.
Willow grabbed Raven’s arm and flung it over her shoulder to help carry her out.
“Are you ok?” Blair asked him, worried about his first real fight with a powerful witch.
“I’m fine, it’s just my ego that’s bruised,” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s a scary feeling to think that all these muscles I have are useless. If it wasn’t for you and your sisters, I would be a dead man right now. She would have killed me as easily as killing a fly.”
“I heard what the High Priestess told you about the borrowed werewolf powers. Are you going to go after the wolves now?” she asked, thinking that she would follow him anywhere, ev
en if it meant having to spend time with werewolves.
Terrance looked down at himself and watched his body slowly change from the wolf form, back to the human one. He could only borrow the power of the wolf for one fight, that was all the elixir he had ingested.
“If I want to be a serious contender in this fight, and actually help your family win, I’m going to have to,” he resigned himself to his fate.
“We’re a pretty great group to be around, you’ll like us,” She gave him her best sunshine smile.
“I think I might agree with that. Are you ready to walk out of here?” Terrance asked her, feeling complete now that her curse was broken. Even though there were still a hundred issues ahead of them, at least Blair could walk now.
“I figure first we could go downstairs and kill some evil, human torturing witches,” she winked at him.
“The high priestess told me that on this journey I would receive everything I ever wanted.” He stared deeply into her eyes. “At first I thought she meant revenge, but now I see she meant you.”
“Well,” she smiled coyly at him, “I am made of magic.”
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