The Sorceress's Pet

by Noa Xireau

  “Sera—”

  “Your safe word. There’s nothing else I want to hear from you.”

  Rachel gulped down her sob. She couldn’t use her safe word; she wouldn’t use it. Rachel became aware that Aritz wasn’t her only reason to endure whatever was about to happen. She wasn’t prepared to leave Sera’s side, not with the complex emotions the woman had awakened in her. Sera made her feel alive, beautiful, cherished in some odd way, and…real. As princess, Rachel was little more than a character who fulfilled her role as part of her duties. Rachel’s eyes burned, but she wasn’t going to cry. Not now, not here. Rachel raised her arms over her head and stared at Pan.

  Pan’s eyes filled with understanding and horror before he sprang back as if he had burned himself.

  “What are you doing?”

  Rachel wasn’t sure if Sera was asking her or Pan.

  “Let it be, sorceress. I’ve got a better proposal for you.” With a mournful sigh Pan’s gaze strayed back to Rachel’s taut nipples.

  “And what would your proposal be?” Sera arched an eyebrow.

  Rachel bit her lip when the god disappeared from the altar and appeared on his throne.

  Pan offered his hand to one of the witches at his side and kissed her wrist. “I’ll let you stake your claim over her.”

  “Why would you do that? You rarely give up your sacrifices until dawn.” Sera crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Why would I force your pet if I’m surrounded by beautiful women ready to share their pleasure with me?” As if to confirm his words, a blonde offered him her breasts and another one knelt down between his wide-spread thighs. “But of course, everything comes with a price, and we both know that your redhead is worth whatever I ask from you. Am I wrong?” Pan raised his eyebrow.

  “And what do you think I could offer?” Sera arched her own eyebrow in response.

  A slow grin spread on Pan’s face. “You are going to take my place on the altar.”

  Sera shook her head. “Let’s get this clear. You want me to fuck my pet while you fuck the rest of the women in this clearing? Nothing else?”

  “Why do I hear disbelief in your voice, sorceress?”

  “Because it sounds too easy coming from you.”

  “Would you prefer I fuck you instead?” Pan asked.

  “Forget it! God or not, I’d shrink your cock.”

  Pan chuckled. “Do you have no respect for a god?”

  Rachel’s heart stopped beating. Didn’t Sera see the warning in the god’s eyes?

  “Of course I respect you. Do you really have doubts about it?” Sera mocked.

  “If I had doubts, I’d make you respect me, wouldn’t I?” Pan stared at Sera with a half smile. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to harvest my pleasure before the night ends. Do you agree to take my place on the altar with all its consequences?”

  “What consequences?” Sera crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

  “Does it matter? You’ve offered her as a sacrifice. Either you accept, or she’ll have to come with me until the sacrifice has been completed.” Pan traced a witch’s nipple with the tip of his tongue before he enclosed the whole nipple with his mouth.

  Rachel didn’t try to stifle her gasp. Accept, Sera, please, please, accept!

  “Whatever, agreed.” Sera made a dismissive gesture with her hand, but Rachel could see how Sera’s stance relaxed.

  Pan raised his head and winked at Rachel. “I’m not sure if I’ve done a good deed. Your Mistress doesn’t seem to like the idea of letting you out of sight, and there has to be a good reason for it.”

  Rachel grinned, relieved.

  “Are you having fun?” Sera narrowed her eyes at Rachel.

  “No, of course not, Mistress!” Rachel said hastily.

  “Prepare the sorceress!” Pan didn’t give Sera time to regret her decision.

  As magnificent as Pan was surrounded by naked women, Rachel couldn’t keep her eyes from Sera as three witches helped her undress. Sera stood proud and imperious like an empress waiting for her vassals to attend her.

  Rachel wouldn’t have minded being there at her side. Goddess! What…? Rachel gasped and stared at the two witches who’d taken hold of her breasts and were lapping like hungry puppies at her nipples. Another witch poured oil from a small silver jug over Rachel’s pussy and massaged in the velvety liquid with her fingers. Rachel’s body arched when the witch’s slippery fingers found their way inside her while her thumb teased skillfully at Rachel’s nub.

  Rachel studied Sera. The sorceress stood near the altar, already naked. The witches who had helped Sera undress were now massaging some oil into the sorceress’s skin with sensual caresses. With the flames and moonlight reflecting over her skin, Sera seemed a goddess.

  Full of envy, Rachel wished she could suck Sera’s dark nipples like the witches were doing, and a bitter taste filled her mouth when she saw how a curvy brunette knelt down before Sera to serve her.

  As if Sera could read her mind, their eyes met.

  “Come here, please!” Rachel’s whisper was drowned out between the song and the feminine laughter resounding around the altar.

  Sera’s and Rachel’s gazes stayed glued together as Sera moved toward the altar. Somewhere resounded feminine gasps and Pan’s groans, but Rachel wasn’t interested in him anymore. Tongues had replaced the hands playing with her pussy while another silky finger caressed the slippery oil between her buttocks. Rachel moaned hoarsely. The sensations were overwhelming. Sera, the mouths, the hands… Pleasure in its purest state took over Rachel’s body. She was close, so, so close!

  “Sera! Sera?”

  “Yes, little princ— Pet?” Sera brushed the hair from Rachel’s humid forehead.

  “Please! Please, help me!”

  Sera climbed onto the altar and bent over Rachel, stopping only inches from Rachel’s lips. Their breath mixed as they looked each other in the eyes and their breasts brushed against each other’s with every breath.

  “What do you need, little one?”

  Rachel enveloped Sera’s back with her thighs to press her closer. “You!”

  Sera lowered her head, but the instant their lips touched, Sera stopped dead.

  Rachel blinked, confused, as Sera’s eyes widened. “Sera, what…?” Oh my Goddess!

  Both of them stared down Sera’s body as she rose over Rachel.

  “You’ve got a cock!” At Rachel’s shout, everybody turned to look at Sera.

  Sera opened her mouth, but no words came out. After a few times opening and closing her lips, Sera finally stared at the throne. “Pan?”

  “Sorceress?”

  “What is this?”

  “Uhmm… Do you really want to spend the night arguing with me and making me angry? You agreed to take my place with all the consequences.”

  Rachel saw how Sera hesitated. She wasn’t going to argue with Pan, was she? Sera was pushing Pan’s boundaries, and Pan was a god, after all.

  “Mistress…” Rachel waited until she got Sera’s attention. “Please, let me feel your cock.”

  A shudder rippled over Sera’s body.

  “I’ll make you pay for this, little pet,” Sera said before she lowered herself over Rachel. “But we’re going to enjoy Pan’s gift first,” whispered Sera huskily into Rachel’s ear before she gave Rachel just what she had asked for, drowning her in pleasure as Sera’s shaft pushed its way through Rachel’s tight core.

  Rachel held on to Sera as she threw her head back. Sera’s eyelids were closed as she retreated from Rachel, only to reenter her again with her broad cock tip. She seemed to enjoy the new feelings coming from her cock. Rachel knew she could come just with the crown of Sera’s shaft if Sera kept moving as she did.

  Coming in this way, however, didn’t seem to be Sera’s plan. Rachel’s fingernails bit into her palms as Sera raised Rachel’s legs, put them over her shoulders, and buried herself firmly inside Rachel. Sera filled Rachel’s pussy beyond anything Rachel had thought
possible. Not an inch inside Rachel was left empty.

  Goddess, does she feel good! Rachel cried out as Sera repeated the whole ritual again, hard. Yes! Sera was a fucking sex goddess! Rachel didn’t even try to stifle the groans and cries Sera drew from her with each thrust.

  Hands appeared from everywhere; silky fingers slipped between their bodies, reaching for Rachel’s pussy, lips closed around her nipples, and someone took her foot to suck at Rachel’s toes, making her pant at the sweet, incredible feeling.

  “Now, show me that you’re mine. Come for me!” Sera ordered, waiting for Rachel to obey with a loud scream before she took Rachel’s mouth, claiming what was hers.

  Chapter Nine

  Rachel stretched out with a low groan. Each and every muscle of her body screeched like a rusted waterwheel after a dry season. What had she been doing to feel so sore? She stretched her arms higher over her head. Her hands touched cold steel bars, making her eyes snap open. The cage! She was at the sorcer—at Sera’s home!

  Images of last night flooded Rachel’s memory. Sera over her, inside her, stretching her, making her feel owned. Hell! Sera had been stunning with her face contorted in ecstasy! A scorching sizzle spread through Rachel. She pressed a hand over her womb. Everything had been amazing. She had been able to feel Sera’s cock pulsing inside her while feminine hands and lips had been everywhere, caressing, pinching, kissing, lapping… But those hands and lips had, actually, been only a means to increase their arousal. The most intense and real pleasure had always been provided by Sera, by the way the sorceress had looked at Rachel, by the words the woman had whispered into Rachel’s ear, and by how Sera had made her feel like the only woman in the clearing that really mattered.

  Rachel reached for her own breasts as she recalled how kneading Sera’s breasts had thrown Rachel into a whirl of ecstasy that grew when Irina had offered her Sera’s stiff nipples to latch on to and suck… Rachel’s own still-sensitive nipples reacted at the memory.

  What would Sera think if Rachel told her that she wanted to repeat the experience? Maybe with Sera and one of those beautiful witches taking her at the same time, or maybe Sera and Rachel riding the witch. Just the idea of riding one of those swollen red mouths while Sera took her from behind made a hot gush flow between Rachel’s thighs. It wouldn’t be the same without the real cock, but there were so many possibilities! But not enough time. Rachel’s arousal disappeared instantly. They had only agreed on one week. Never before had she been so aware of how fast time was passing. A heavy weigh settled suddenly on her chest. Since when had she begun thinking about Sera as a part of her existence?

  The few days they had spent together felt like a whole life. Never had Rachel allowed someone else to get so close as to take a peek at her inner self. She was the princess, and a princess had to keep her distance, always, with everyone. With Sera, everything had been different. The damn woman had burst into Rachel’s well-built fortress, taking her by surprise, and had made all her defenses crumble. Was Sera even aware of what she had done to Rachel? Rachel’s gaze darted to the bed. Empty! The bed linens were perfectly made. Where was Sera? Uneasiness crept into Rachel’s stomach as she noticed the brightness in the bedroom. The cage was open. The sun had risen long ago.

  “Mistress?” Rachel hesitated at the door to the main room.

  Something was off, even though Rachel wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was the stern expression on the sorceress’s face as she stirred the sour-smelling potion, or perhaps it was the way Sera practically ignored Rachel as she pointed with the chin to the cupboard.

  “There’s bread, butter, and jam.”

  Rachel bit her lip. Had she just been told to serve herself? Not that she minded, but not once since she had crossed the woman’s threshold had she been asked to do something other than to kneel, to spread her legs, or to come. Sera had always seen to all of Rachel’s needs.

  Rachel went silently to the cupboard. What was happening? She took the large loaf of bread and searched for a knife. Had she done something wrong? Was Sera angry because Rachel had failed to wake her with an orgasm? Was this another test? With the knife in her hand, Rachel regarded the bread. She wasn’t really hungry right now. Rachel’s stomach disagreed with an audible rumble.

  After spreading some butter on a slice of bread, Rachel took a cup of fresh milk and turned to the table. Biting her lip, Rachel stared from the table to the floor. Sera hadn’t given her any specific instructions this time. Still, Rachel didn’t know if the woman was testing her or not. Rachel let out a sigh. The floor was the most secure option. At least the sorceress now allowed her to eat the solid food with her hands. She hated eating like a dog!

  Kneeling down on the cold floor, Rachel spread her thighs as she had been taught. She squeezed her eyes shut and gulped. Damn! This “air caressing her pussy” thing had her aware of her body the whole day, and her mind ended so stuffed up with forbidden thoughts that there was barely any place left for rational thinking. She peeked at Sera. What had the sorceress planned for today?

  As if Sera had read Rachel’s mind, the sorceress hung the ladle over the fireplace and turned to her. “Finish. You’ve got chores to do today.”

  * * * *

  Rachel was tired! Tired of cleaning, tired of dusting the shelves full of jars and bottled potions. She was tired of sweeping the floor, tired of polishing all the silver and copper until she could see herself reflected in its surface. Tired of all the chores Sera had ordered her to do this morning. It was evening now, and Rachel had yet to clean all the windows of the open rooms in the tower. If the order had been to clean the closed rooms, Rachel would have at least had the incentive of seeing what Sera hid in those chambers. But no, those doors were sealed and out of Rachel’s reach.

  Exhausted, Rachel leaned the broom against the table and dried her forehead with the back of her arm. Enough was enough! With her hair full of dust, her fingernails black and half of them broken, her skin humid and sticky, and her back aching, she had more than demonstrated her will to obey Sera’s orders. Rachel ignored the tiny voice in her mind laughing at that thought.

  There should be a law against the use of pets to do household chores! Rachel was supposed to be learning how to be a perfect sexual pet, not how to be a maid. Sera was not even here with her. Where was the damn woman? First the sorceress had ignored Rachel the whole morning, and now she had left Rachel alone, distracting her with useless chores.

  Rachel wasn’t stupid. She knew that the sorceress had other ways, magical ways, to keep the tower clean. Rachel had witnessed how Sera had taken dirty dishes from the table and how they were clean before the woman stored them in the cupboard without giving them a second glance. The same happened with the clothes. Sera put the dirty clothes in the trunk, and the next morning they were clean. Rachel was sure that making her clean and dust was just a distraction to keep her occupied. The question was, why?

  Rachel found Sera, finally, in the backyard. Rachel marched decidedly toward her. Pet or not, her father’s orders for Sera had been clear. As long as Rachel didn’t yield, Sera had to train her. If Sera didn’t want to take her to the Moon Festival, Sera would have to find other ways to keep Rachel away. In the meantime, Rachel would not accept being fooled with.

  “What are you doing here?” Sera asked without looking at Rachel.

  “I finished the chores.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but Rachel wasn’t going to keep cleaning just because Sera wanted to distract her.

  Sera turned around.

  “And when did I give you permission to wear a cape?” Sera regarded the red cape Rachel had taken from Sera’s trunk, the same one she had worn yesterday for the sacrifice.

  There was no hesitation in Rachel. The air was cold, but she wasn’t going to beg Sera to let her keep the cape. Rachel raised her chin, and let the warm fabric fall to the ground. If the woman wanted her naked, Rachel would give her naked.

  Sera arched an eyebrow. “Are you aware that you’re standing naked at only
a dozen feet from three beehives?”

  Rachel froze. Shit! No. She hadn’t noticed the beehives.

  “And? You’re right next to them.” Rachel tried to keep her composure. A princess never showed her fear.

  Sera clapped her hands together with a swift move. Rachel bit her lip as Sera showed her a bee. Damn, that woman was fast! Sera hadn’t even looked around to find it!

  “A friend of mine brought me these bees as a gift.” Sera walked slowly toward Rachel. “As you can see, it isn’t one of the common bees you can find in our country.” Sera held the insect before Rachel’s nose, showing her the hairy, yellow beast.

  Rachel took a fast step backward. The bee was too big for her comfort, and the extended stinger wasn’t a good sign either.

  “Can you see the stinger?”

  Rachel nodded.

  “One sting and you stay in bed for a week with fever. Two and you fall unconscious, but there’s still a possibility to survive. Three stings and you’re dead before the sun goes down.”

  Rachel swallowed.

  “The bees are a precious gift. Dangerous but very valuable,” Sera explained as she put the bee into a glass tube Rachel hadn’t noticed until now. “Their venom sells very well.”

  Is this chitchat going somewhere, or is she just trying to distract me again? Rachel frowned. I’m not going to stand here naked with deadly bees flying around just so she can keep fooling me.

  “Stop with your banter and get to the point. I’m here to learn, not to waste my time. You know my father’s orders.” Rachel crossed her arms. Her words had sounded worse than she wanted, but there was no going back now.

  Anger flashed in Sera’s eyes. Before Rachel could blink, her body froze to stone like yesterday with the witches. Rachel tried to move, but her effort was in vain. Not even her throat worked enough to gasp. A buzzing sound surrounded her. Rachel’s eyes widened in horror as she suddenly grasped what the source of the sound was. Goddess! Bees! Hundreds of bees! Please, don’t! Please, please, don’t! Rachel’s silent screams echoed in her mind; her heart hammered against her rib cage, but only the hum could be heard.