The Beltane Witch (Cloudburst Colorado)
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“Oh…oh…oh, yes. Yes! Yesyesyesyes!”
Darius thrust his fingers a few more times before pulling out and fastening his mouth to her contracting cunt. He lapped up her release as she shot into the sky, blazing stars and exploding fireworks accompanying her. Love screamed with her as her orgasm kept going, burning an ecstatic path into the universe.
At last, she came down to feel Darius’s lips on her inner thighs. Pleasure warmed her while he kissed and licked away all of her cum. She sighed and collapsed on the bed, her breath coming in tired gasps.
“Oh my glory, Darius. I think I could totally get used to this.”
His dark, husky chuckle flowed over her as he helped her to her feet and escorted her onto the bed. His rigid shaft bumped her shoulder as he lifted the covers and she grasped his cock, rubbing the precum into the head with her thumb.
Darius hissed and pumped his hips a few times as she tightened her grip on him. Then he closed his hand on her wrist.
“Please, acushla, though I love your hands on me, I’ve waited several weeks to feel your pussy on my cockstand, and I cannot bear to come without it.”
She whimpered and licked her lips, wishing he’d let her lick his cock. He groaned and swayed the plump head closer to her face, but pulled back at the last moment and crawled into the bed beside her.
“You are a tempting minx, my little witch.” Darius slid his hand over her breasts as he settled his body against her, rubbing his cock on her hip. “I love that about you.” He leaned over and captured one tight peak in his mouth, swirling his tongue over her areola.
Sabrina groaned and wrapped one hand around his hot shaft again, stroking the velvety skin for her own pleasure. She loved the sensation of his precum between her palm and his head.
Her nipple popped out of his mouth and he groaned. “Oh, sweet mercy, I love it when you stroke me.” He dragged his hand down her belly and dipped a finger between her folds, strumming her clit. Searing pleasure shot straight to her brain and she gripped his cock hard.
“Bloody hell, you’ll be the death of me yet, woman.”
“I promise to make it good for you.” Sabrina rocked her hips and stroked his cock.
Darius exhaled a high-pitched whimper of hopeful delight and pulled his hand away, wiping her juices on her lips. Then he covered her mouth with his, licking and suckling the wetness with his tongue. She opened her mouth and teased his tongue with her own. Darius growled and took control, stroking her with renewed ferocity.
Sabrina stabbed her hands into his hair and held on as he pulled away from her mouth and licked her throat below her ear. Lust built to a shrieking point, but his caresses gentled, turning sensual rather than dominant.
“I want this to last, to take my time and savor your delectable body.” He reared up on one arm and looked down on her, love and arousal suffusing his features. “I’d love hard and fast, Sabrina, but tonight I want to go deep and slow with you. Please grant me this one wish.”
“Is that all you wish?” She arched a brow.
“For now.” His smirk scorched her with its deviousness.
She turned on her side and arched her leg over his thigh, rubbing her knee against his balls. “Are there any other things I should know about you?”
He chuckled as he ground the base of his cock against her knee. “I cannot stand haggis or horror cinema, and I’m rather partial to the Foxtrot.”
Sabrina laughed. “I wondered about your dancing skills. I loved dancing with you at Beltane, and I adore making love to you.”
“As long as you don’t mind making love to an old man.” He smirked at her as he fondled her nipple.
“Old? Heh, I’m not exactly a spring chicken at thirty two. How old are we talking, here?”
“I turned two hundred and twenty eight on May first, Beltane.”
Sabrina studied his face, waiting for him to tell her the punch line. “Wait, you’re serious? I missed your birthday?”
He blinked at her as if caught off guard. “Well, no, not exactly.” He winked. “I believe you helped me celebrate in fine style.” He rocked his hips against her thigh, the head of his cock painting a wet stripe on her skin. “Best birthday celebration I’ve ever had to date.”
“I’ll have to work on improving on it. Now, about the two century mark…”
“Yes?”
“Are you really so old?”
He tilted his head. “The year I was born, your country had won its revolutionary war and ratified its Constitution in nine of the first thirteen colonies.”
“But…how can you live so long? Aren’t you human?” He didn’t look Fae.
“I am. My people are known as the Kaerians, a race of long lived human warriors who have served the Fae kingdoms for millennia.” He shrugged with one shoulder. “I believe they took our people with them because we possessed earth magic, a connection to the Goddess they didn’t have and wished to cultivate.”
Sabrina bit her lip and Darius groaned. “But I’m just a regular human. You know, who only lives about a hundred years? And I’m thirty-two years into it. Good chance I’ll die way before you.” It might not be a deal breaker, but certainly something to consider.
“Sabrina, I have seen over two centuries worth of life, and nothing has brought me more joy than being with you for the week I spent here at Beltane.” He rolled his body over hers, bracing himself on his elbows as he held her face in his hands. “If we only have fifty more years together, I’ll value them more than the previous two hundred.” He brushed her lips with his own. “Besides, I suspect the Goddess’s blessing to us on Beltane extended further than we will ever know, and gives me hope for our union.”
“You think She made our lifespans equal?”
“I wouldn’t put it past Her.” Darius dipped his head and kissed Sabrina’s lips with seductive tenderness. “So let us celebrate Her gift in the best way.” And he slid his cock into her slick pussy, balls deep.
“Oh, Goddess, I’ve missed you, Darius.”
“And I’ve missed you. You’re so sweet and tight.” He slowly withdrew until only his head teased her clenching slit, then pushed back in at a measured pace.
Sabrina didn’t think she could get more turned on, but the drag of his head against her contracting inner walls set her afire. She grabbed his hips and held on, arching her pelvis until each motion dragged him against her clit. The scents of sex and hot cum perfumed the air between them, and built her arousal higher.
“Oh glory, Darius, it’s so sweet.” She moaned and arched, needing more tightness, more friction, more hard cock.
“Do you like slow and deep, my little minx?” He sounded out of breath, but his teal eyes blazed with feral fire as he stroked his cock in her pussy achingly slow.
“Yes…” She threw her head against the pillow and arched her back. “And no. I need you, Darius. I need more…”
“More of…this?” He increased his pace, rocking with shorter, harder strokes.
“Yes, please, Darius.”
The fire of her arousal caught and expanded as her pussy spasmed with need. Darius groaned as she clamped down on him and he thrust a little harder, ramming his cock deep into her pussy. She grabbed his ass, digging her fingers into the hard, flexing muscles.
“Do you want me, Sabrina?”
She opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—and met his blazing gaze. He looked primal, barbaric, and yet so sexy she couldn’t stand the idea of living without him.
“Yes, I want you, Darius.”
“Do you love me, Sabrina?”
Her only hesitation came from needing breath. “Oh, Goddess, yes, Darius.”
“The come for me, acushla, come for your lover!”
Darius thrust harder and Sabrina took flight, her pussy squeezing tight around his shuttling cock as her arousal burst into an inferno and tossed her into the night. She screamed her pleasure to the ceiling, riding his hot shaft with everything she had.
“I love you, Darius!�
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He roared and stiffened, searing jets of cum filling her pussy and scorching her with his physical love. She’d never felt so satisfied after sex as she did with Darius and she needed him in her life, for better or for worse, till death parted them.
Darius collapsed on top of her then carefully rolled to the side to remain sheathed in her rippling pussy. He gathered her into his arms and kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, everywhere he could reach.
“I love you, Sabrina,” he gasped, peppering her skin with more kisses. “Dear Goddess, I love you. Please be my wife, my lover, my minx for all time. Marry me, Sabrina Foxglove.”
She didn’t even have to think. “Yes.” She giggled for the first time in years. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He whooped and crushed her to his chest. “Thank the Goddess. I couldn’t be more happy, acushla. I’ll always be here for you.”
Settling down in the arms of the man she loved, Sabrina chuckled. “Even when we have to move and completely clean out the mill on the Rainshadow homestead?”
“Rainshadow? Intriguing name.”
“Yes, I thought it ironic in a town called Cloudburst.”
Darius chuckled. “Very true. How many rooms will it have when it’s finished?”
“Uh, I don’t know. Why?”
Darius rocked his hips and her pussy clenched on his hardening flesh. “Because I think we should christen each one with the Goddess’s blessing. Don’t you?” He thrust again.
Sabrina gasped. “Oh, Goddess, yes. Can we start right now?”
He chuckled and strummed her clit with this thumb. “Definitely.”
THE END
About Siobhan Muir
Siobhan Muir lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.
In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
About Siobhan Muir
Other Books by Siobhan Muir