by Liv Brywood
He pressed his cheek against hers and groaned. The muscles in his arms rippled as he arched into her. With a deep, hard thrust, his cock pushed past her virgin barrier.
Her eyes flew open. The sudden rush of being so completely filled threw her off guard. A flutter of contractions rippled along her pussy. Almost another orgasm, but not quite.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She locked gazes with him, as if they were the only two people in the world.
He slid his cock almost completely out before plunging back into her. Her legs angled back as he filled her again. She couldn’t catch her breath. The pulsing, pulling grind of his cock sent her into a state of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back as he rolled his hips.
“More,” she gasped.
He chuckled as he quickened his pace. She raked her nails across his back drawing an animalistic snarl from his mouth. She loved that side of him, the part that lay just beyond the man. The feral, seductive side she knew he possessed but that he’d kept hidden from her.
She met him thrust for thrust, reveling in the feel of him swelling inside her. His cock had grown impossibly big. When he pulled back, he had to work to bury himself again.
As his rhythmic hips worked their magic, she drifted on a sea of bliss. She was so enthralled by his lovemaking that she didn’t feel the orgasm coming until it was too late. She couldn’t hold back a scream as a blast of energy radiated out from her pussy in concentric waves.
She did her best to contain the energy. She’d need it later if she was to fulfill the king’s magical request. She couldn’t explain how she knew what to do, maybe it was instinct, but she managed to contain most of the energy in her body.
Charged with the red, sexual energy, she rolled Garrison onto his back. She straddled him. His hands sought her breasts. She undulated her hips as she rode his cock. His breath blasted from his lungs. His eyelids drooped into veiled rapture.
“So close,” he whispered.
She swirled her hips in a circle, working his cock deeper. The bounce of her clit against him wracked her with another surge of orgasmic energy. This time she managed to contain it all. Her entire body buzzed with vibrations of red light. Through the haze, she watched Garrison’s jaw tense. His body went rigid as he cried out.
Thick spools of cum filled her with sticky warmth. She rocked against him for another few seconds before his hands flew up to hold her hips in place.
“Wait… Oh, God,” he cried.
She cupped her breasts in her hands. The sexual energy coursing through her blood filled her with wanton cravings. She glance at the king who made his way across the room. As the king crawled toward her, the mattress sunk, nearly throwing her off balance.
With Garrison’s cock still wedged in her pussy, she arched back to give the king access to her breasts. His mouth descended on her in a suckling rush. His teeth caught her nipple sending shivers through her pussy. His greedy hands scooped her heavy breasts up and made them ready for his flurry of kisses.
Garrison’s cock flexed against her walls. She sensed he wanted her again. Already. How was that even possible? Didn’t men need a break after coming?
The king pressed her breasts together and kneaded the flesh. “You’re amazing.”
Erotic energy swirled into a cone of power. She couldn’t contain the magic much longer. She didn’t have enough practice with sex magic. When she touched herself, she could raise a certain amount of power, but nothing like this.
She clasped the king’s chin in her hand and drew him up. “We don’t have much time and we need the queen.”
“Honey,” the king bellowed.
The queen glided into the room with an unreadable expression on her face. It had to be hard, watching her husband with another woman, but if she wanted to give birth to a child, this was her only option.
Sasha put the barren woman out of her mind. She needed to concentrate if she was going to be successful with the spell.
The king positioned himself behind her. His cock probed her other, narrower virgin passage. She relaxed against Garrison. With his cock still buried deep, she watched as a grimace passed over his face.
“We’re almost free, my love.” She stroked his cheek.
“I love you.”
As she leaned to kiss Garrison, the king pushed past the tight muscles in her ass and buried himself to the hilt. Stuffed by both men, she moaned.
Garrison and the king began fucking her simultaneously. Their cocks hit every nerve ending of pleasure in her body. Her jaw dropped as the king drove deep.
“Arrrgg.” Her strangled cry filled the room.
It was too much, too intense. She couldn’t take both men at once. She was losing touch with reality. A mist of red magic rose up from the earth to surround them in a swirling vortex of power.
The king renewed his powerful thrusts until he was pounding into her. She clung to Garrison who also worked his cock like a piston.
As the energy reached its peak, she fought to retain control. She needed to direct the life-giving magic into the queen. If she failed, the king would kill Garrison. She had no doubt about the lengths he’d go to in order to secure an heir.
The king’s cock swelled. A blast of cum erupted from him. Ribbons of the Fae King’s seed pulsed into her. She gathered it into the swirling mass of energy and directed the cone of power toward the queen.
Something was wrong. It wasn’t working. She only knew how to complete the spell with one man. With two, she didn’t know what was holding back the magic.
Beneath her, Garrison pumped harder and harder. His face twisted with the need to come. Maybe she needed that for the spell?
When the tight coil of sex magic began to unravel, she panicked. Her pussy clamped down tight on Garrison’s cock. Spasms of release rippled along her pussy walls. In the same moment, Garrison grunted and shook as his cock spurted a second load of cum into her pussy.
His release combined with hers gave her the push she needed to finish the spell. As the red energy streamed into the queen’s womb, Sasha chanted the secret spell.
The last stream of magic infused the queen with an otherworldly glow. She beamed with happiness. “I can feel it inside me.”
Sasha collapsed. The king’s cock slid out of her ravaged ass. He leapt off the bed and crossed the room to be with his wife.
Garrison wrapped his arms around her and cradled her to his chest. “I love you. Oh God, I love you.”
Tears of happiness fell from her eyes. She’d completed the spell and had given the king what he wanted. And in turn, she’d finally made love to Garrison, the man of her dreams.
An hour later, after they’d all showered and put on fresh clothes, the king called them to the throne room.
Sasha clutched Garrison’s hand. What if the king wouldn’t release them? What if he kept them in his kingdom in some kind of twisted sexual servitude?
The king settled into the throne. The queen sat sideways on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.
The king spoke, “We owe you a debt of gratitude. Anything you want, name it, and it will be yours.”
Sasha said, “We only want our freedom. We want to return to our world.”
The king nodded. “Then it shall be done.”
Sasha sagged against Garrison as relief flooded her.
As she turned to leave, the king stood. “Wait.”
Oh God, now what?
He snapped his fingers and the four Fae guards who had captured them flew in from the back of the hall. “They will escort you to the place where they found you.”
Garrison said, “How do we know this isn’t a trick? That you’re not going to have them kill us?”
The king looked offended. “You have my word. You’ve given us a great gift. You’re welcome in the land of the Fae for the rest of your lives.”
“We’d prefer to stay in our own world,” Garrison said.
“Very well.” The king took the queen’s hand and turned to leave.
As they disappeared, the eldest fairy guard approached. “Let’s go.”
Sasha held Garrison’s hand throughout the long walk back to the river. As they reached the shore, a soupy haze filled the air.
She turned to ask the Fae how to return to her world, but they had vanished.
“Let’s cross the river and see if we can find our way back,” Garrison said.
“All right.”
She let him guide her across a series of boulders in the river. When they reached the other side, the mist lifted. As they walked along the river, visibility slowly increased.
“Look!” She pointed at the east entrance to Yellowstone National Park.
As they walked past the guard shacks, a figure ran to meet them. As the person drew closer, she recognized her friend.
Kendra rushed forward. “Where have you been? The ritual starts in an hour.”
“What?” Sasha gasped. That was impossible. They’d been with the Fae King for hours.
Kendra smiled at Garrison. “I don’t know what you two have been up to, but we don’t have all night. Let’s go.”
They slid into the back seat of Kendra’s jeep. As she drove down the highway toward the Hebgen Lake turn off, Sasha looked at Garrison.
She whispered. “He must have sent us back in time.”
“Or no time passed here while we were there.”
“I have no idea.”
He kissed her softly. “If I could have done anything to stop him—”
“Shh, you couldn’t have. It’s over. We don’t ever have to think about it again. I just want to focus on one thing from now on.”
“What?” His gaze searched her face.
“You.”
As she leaned in to kiss him, Kendra snorted. “Okay you two. I’m glad you finally got your shit together and figured out you’re perfect for each other. But can you hold the make out session until we get there?”
Garrison laughed and pulled Sasha into his arms. “We have to make up for lost time.”
Kendra smiled.
Sasha grinned as she intertwined her fingers with his. “And now we have all the time in the world.”
***The End***
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Midwinter Night’s Alpha
Katelyn gripped the steering wheel as the rear of her SUV slid across a patch of black ice. She should have stayed in Bozeman for the night. The long drive to West Yellowstone through the snow-covered roads sent adrenaline racing through her blood. In normal weather, the trip would have only taken about two hours. But thirty miles into the drive, a snow storm broke which slowed her progress even more.
Stupid flight delay. It put her hours behind schedule and she just wanted to be done with traveling. As much as she wanted to see the other witches in her coven, she couldn’t get past the flutter of anxiety in her belly.
It was highly unlikely that she’d run into her ex-boyfriend. After all, werewolves hibernate in the winter. Unlike their animal counterparts, a genetic mutation had made them vulnerable to the cold. As long as she could avoid the jerk, the trip would be great.
The SUV’s headlights cut through the pitch-black night. Two glowing eyes stared at her from the side of the road. Deer. A whole pack of them stood near the Gallatin River which ran alongside the highway.
She slowed from twenty-five miles an hour to fifteen. She couldn’t risk an accident. If she hit a deer, the impact could kill her.
She cursed her luck. Being born during Mercury Retrograde with her moon in Aries made her too compulsive for her own good. That, combined with her inability to communicate with the opposite sex, had led to the downfall of each of her romantic relationships. All but one—Devin.
The ache in her heart never left even though he’d completely ruined her life. After the scandal, she’d fled town. She needed to get as far away from West Yellowstone as possible, so she moved to New York.
Snow drifted down from the sky at an angle. She glanced at the odometer. Two hours into the drive and she was only half way to town. She should have turned off at the small town of Big Sky. She’d stopped at the cutoff to grab coffee from a gas station. The sudden rush of caffeine had convinced her that she could make it the rest of the way. Dumb.
Oh well, she was committed now. She just hoped the visit would be worth the hair-raising drive. This year, her former coven would celebrate their centennial midwinter celebration, Yule. She couldn’t wait to be reunited with her coven sisters. If it wasn’t for Devin, she never would have left. Jerk.
The road wound up into the mountains. Snow turned into sleet. The road was as slick as an ice rink, but she was so close. She passed the sign for Yellowstone Airport. If it had been open during the winter, she would have gladly paid extra to fly directly to town. But they’d closed for the season at the end of September.
She turned right onto Gibbon St. and counted the houses until she found Morgana’s. The High Priestess stood in the window. When she spotted Katelyn, she moved to open the front door.
After parking in the driveway and grabbing her suitcase, Katelyn hurried through the snow, up the wooden steps and into the house. Warmth enveloped her to chase away the chill. Even though she’d had the heater on in the car, she’d shivered through most of the trip.
“Goddess bless. I can’t believe you made it in this weather.” Morgana wrapped her in a hug.
“I guess the Fates wanted me to arrive in one piece.”
Morgana chuckled. “Lucky for you. They can be such fickle Goddesses.”
The priestess led her into the kitchen. A lamp over the pine table had been decorated with painted wolves. A cloth runner depicting the Old Faithful geyser decorated the table.
A copper tea kettle whistled from the stove. Morgana pulled two cauldron-shaped coffee mugs from the cupboard. “This will warm you up.”
“What’s in it?” she asked as she took the steaming cup.
“Lavender, mint, chamomile and a touch of basil. It’s a special blend I created for the winter.”
“How’s the cafe doing?”
Morgana beamed. “Last summer was the best year yet. My Ceridwen coffee was a huge hit with the backpackers. I added a new tea line and huckleberry scones.”
“That’s great. I’m glad it’s doing well.”
Morgana ran her finger around the lip of the mug. “I hired someone to work for me.”
“Oh really? Anyone I know?”
“Devin Tucker.”
Katelyn choked on the tea. She sputtered as a spray of liquid jetted from her mouth. She coughed and grabbed a napkin to dab at the table.
When she’d caught her breath, she glared at Morgana. “You hired Devin? After what he did to me?”
Morgana sighed. “We don’t know for sure that he started the rumor.”
“It was him. He was jealous of my friendship with Tony and wanted it to end so he told everyone I was having an affair with Tony. Everyone thought I was sleeping with a married man. Devin made my life a living hell. I can’t believe you hired him.” The tea burned in her stomach.
“He’s been working for me since May. I’ve never sensed any negativity from him. I doubt he was the person who started the rumor.”
“Who else would have done it?”
Morgana shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Katelyn stood and walked to the sink. She tossed the remainder of her tea down the drain then rinsed the cup. “I’m really tired.”
Morgana stood. Her brows scrunched together. “Maybe if you talked to him, you’d see that he couldn’t have been the person who started the rumor.”
Katelyn spun to face her. “Never. I have absolutely no intention of talking to him ever again. So don’t even start with me.”
“Okay. Maybe after you get some rest you’ll feel differently.”
“I doubt it. Besides, I’m not sticking around until spring to talk to him.
I’m glad he’s hibernating so I don’t have to kick his ass.”
Morgana tilted her head. “Hibernating?”
Katelyn narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“He doesn’t hibernate during the winter. That’s part of why I hired him. I needed someone who could help out at the store year-round.”
“But… all of the wolves hibernate.”
“Not all of them. Not Devin.”
“He hibernated the whole time I knew him.”
“Some wolves grow out of it. It’s been ten years since you saw him. Things change. People change.”
Blood drained from Katelyn’s face. Oh, Goddess. He was here, and he wasn’t hibernating. In such a tiny town, she was bound to run into him. An avalanche of panic slid down her spine. That settled it, she’d leave first thing in the morning. The second the sun crested the mountains she’d jump back in her rental truck. She’d take the next flight out of Bozeman, regardless of where it was headed.
As she followed Morgana to the guest room, the tension in her chest eased. She had a plan. She’d be back home by the end of the day tomorrow. Back in her safe life, in her own bed.
Morgana smiled at her. “Sleep as long as you want. I’m just down the hall in case you need anything.”
“Thank you.”
After Morgana closed the door, Katelyn lay on the bed. She didn’t bother to change into a nightgown. She wouldn’t be here long enough to get comfortable.
As the minutes ticked by, her eyelids drooped. Fatigue, both physical and emotional, drew her closer to sleep. She resisted for as long as she could, but the soft, warm bed won.
Hours later, she woke with a start. It took a second for her to realize she was in Morgana’s house. She rolled her head toward the window then bolted upright. Sunlight streamed into the window. Crap, what time was it?
She slid out of the bed and eyed her luggage. She should at least brush her teeth before leaving, but she couldn’t risk being caught by Morgana.
She tiptoed to the door and listened. The house was still. She felt a bit bad about leaving without saying goodbye, but she had to get out of here. She couldn’t face the glares and whispers again.
If she stayed, the townspeople would give her the same withering looks they’d given her ten years earlier. She’d been seventeen at the time, a girl who couldn’t defend herself. The day she turned eighteen, she’d left and never looked back. Her parents had died the summer after she’d left in a car accident. She’d lost all of her friends during the scandal, except for her coven sisters. They’d stood by her through the whole ordeal. She regretted coming all this way and not being able to see them, but she was done. The trip had been a mistake.
