Shifter Witch On Hell's Road: Book One

by Night, Trinity

  He threw another jab at me, but I could tell it was weak. He didn’t intend to hit me. As I bent out of his reach I swipe kicked under his knees and sent him reeling down to the ground. As he fell, his foot connected with my ankle, sending me right down on top of him.

  I felt on his chest. My face hung inches over his, and I felt his body respond instantly to my contact. I tried to get up but B-Zar swung over on top of me and pinned my arms down to the barn floor. In this position I had almost no defense. I tried to knee him in the gonads, but he pinned my legs down with his knees.

  I struggled against his arms but he was so much stronger than me, I could barely budge. The sense of helplessness went from infuriating to tantalizing. Overwhelming desire trickled through my adrenaline soaked blood, and my eyelids fluttered. My body melted into the floor. His mouth leaned into mine and pressed hard against my lips. I struggled a little, just so he didn’t think I was giving in so easily. But not for long.

  The feeling of him holding me down, pressing my body into the hay littered floor, made moisture seep between my legs. All my defenses evaporated, and I let his tongue into my mouth. I felt his cock hard and solid against my stomach. He let up the pressure on my legs and slid between them as I wrapped them around his waist.

  His thick tongue licked my neck, and his hands searched under my shirt. He ripped my bra down and enveloped my breast in his mouth, teasing my nipple with this tongue. I groaned and reached for his cock. I wanted it inside me. It felt like I’d been waiting forever for this. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of the thick lance I’d held the day before.

  He held me tight as he licked and sucked my nipples. His hand slid down my body and pulled at the buttons on my jeans. I needed to touch him. I pushed him up on his knees and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out before he could move.

  I let it pop out of his briefs and fall into my mouth. God it tasted good, salty and tangy. I inhaled the scent of his flesh that smelled of musk and wild roses, as I pushed his cock down my throat. He groaned and leaned into my mouth. I loved how it filled me. I stroked it with my fist while I sucked the shaft slowly up and down, letting it drive its full length down my throat. He held the sides of my head, his fingers wove through my hair. I heard him groan, and I looked up to see his head tilted back, his eyes closed.

  He gently lowered me to the floor and yanked down my pants. His fingers pushed through the side of my g-string. He found my deep moist hole and slipped his fingers slowly inside. I shuttered and gripped his dick in my hand, continuing to stroke.

  He pulled my panties down over my knees, and I kicked them off my feet, spreading my legs wide. He climbed on top of me and licked down my body. His tongue ran over my breasts and slowly down my stomach until it tickled at my clit. He lapped at my pussy, teasing my engorged body with gentle pressure. The moisture from his mouth and my pussy juices left me sopping wet.

  I growled at his infuriatingly soft mouth against my pussy and pulled him up on top of me. He thrust his tongue back in my mouth. I guided his cock toward my darkness. It slipped gently inside, his massive manhood penetrating me completely. We both groaned at the sweet relief. I felt as if I had been waiting for centuries for him to fill me up like that.

  He pushed into me slowly and was still for what felt like eternity while he kissed my face and lips. I savored him, allowing him to take me over. I willed him to satisfy me as I gripped his hard muscled back. Finally, he thrust hard. I groaned and he thrust again, slowly building his momentum as my moans grew longer and more intense.

  Shivers of pleasure moved through my body as his hips impacted my soft flesh. His eyes burned like black diamonds scorching into my soul. I felt the blast coming, the tidal wave of release was near. I gritted my teeth as he thrust into me over and over. I wailed as it hit me, clinging to his neck and then falling back in utter abandon.

  He continued to throttle me and the orgasm rolled on. Minutes became an eternity of electric shock pleasure. I stopped moaning and almost stopped breathing as it consumed me. I whined his name. Oh God. Oh God. Balthazar.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. He slowed down and allowed me to recover. I gasped under his body. He held himself over me, the weight of his hips pressed firmly against my pussy.

  I caught my breath and he pulled out and turned me over. I got on all fours and waited, quivering and shaking in the chill air. My nipples were hard as rocks in the winter cold. My hair hung down around my face and my pale skin pricked with goose bumps.

  Balthazar stroked my sides, ran his hands over my ass, and gripped my hips. He bounced my ass against his cock letting me feel its hardness against my butt and thighs. I groaned in anticipation

  His grip on my hips was like a steel clamp. He owned my body, controlled it completely as he thrust deep inside. The new sensation made me bow my head and then throw it backward. He grabbed my hair and pulled gently. I felt the intensity of his possession as the sensitive nerves in my neck became taut. He held my ass with the other hand, his thumb pressing against my dark hole as he pumped my pussy.

  I felt the world melting. It became an essence of shadowy nothingness. All that existed was the feeling of his cock inside me and his grip on my body. All that existed was the burning fire of pleasure that pulsated through my core.

  He pulled me toward him so that he embraced my chest against his. His hands fondled my breasts as he pumped his last exquisite thrusts inside me, exploding into another layer of ecstasy.

  He quivered and became still, holding me tight to his chest. My hair spilled down over our arms, and I reached back to kiss his mouth. He greeted me with the fondness of a treasured beloved and stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

  We kneeled there together, quiet and embracing. The warmth of his body filled me and his rough cheek felt like home as he held it against mine. I felt almost as if I would cry, but pulled myself out of his strong embrace and reached for my clothes. He did the same.

  We dressed and stood looking at each other as the realization of our actions washed over us. I felt suddenly shy, irritated, distant. I wanted to throw myself back in his arms, but the overwhelming emotions I’d experienced while he fucked me, made me nervous. I’d never felt that before. I’d never been so open and vulnerable before. It was as if part of him had attached itself to me, seeded itself deep down inside, in a spot where I could never weed it out, no matter how hard I tried. No one had ever been that deep inside of me, and I didn’t like how it felt.

  I gave him an annoyed look and pulled on my parka.

  “It’s fucking cold in here. Can we go now?”

  “As you wish,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes at his formal language. “Ready?”

  “California, here we come.”

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