by Claire Marta
Twitch’s mother was shaking. Tilting up her chin, she glared at the witch defiantly. “I will never submit to you no matter what you do to me.”
“You’re a pretty thing,” Teasag murmured. One long finger caressed down Glenna's cheek. The gesture was gentle, almost loving. She was careful not to catch her with a red, talon-like nail.
“Don’t touch me,” Glenna whimpered, jerking her head away.
A smile spread across the wide generous mouth beneath the veil. “Spirited too. I like that. The ones with fire always last longer.”
Glenna’s mouth abruptly snapped shut. Eyes wide with confusion, she seemed to be struggling to open it again. Her jaw was tense and straining. Yet nothing she did gave her control back. Jasmine watched in growing horror as a small, neat, black hole suddenly appeared on the corner of the woman’s upper lip. Then something slithered out of the fleshy opening. Wiggling, worm-like, it jiggled out. Thread. Jasmine realised a coarse piece of brown thread.
A muffled shriek vibrated from Glenna’s throat. Panic and fear were now sharply evident on her features. Frantically, she began to struggle. Arms locked in the steel grip of the Jinn’s hold, there was no way for her to get free.
Another hole materialised in her lower lip. The brown strand wormed its way downwards, threading itself easily through. As if an invisible hand controlled it. Neat and quick was the process. This continued until Twitch’s mother’s mouth was sewn shut. Held fast by her captors she writhed the entire time in agony. Her screams muffled and muted.
“Stop making such a fuss,” Teasag snapped, standing over her. “You should be honoured to be chosen for this.”
Bile rose in Jasmine’s throat. Could she still throw up even out of body? This was something she wasn’t sure she wanted to experience. The lovely hazel drained from Glenna’s irises until they were completely white. Her unseeing eyes were now wide and vacant of emotion or will. She stared unblinking. The fight had been sapped from her body. No longer struggling, she stood passively, her shoulders slumped.
“Take her and dress her appropriately,” Teasag informed the Jinn. “She’s mine now, and I want everyone to know I have a new addition.”
As they guided her out, the witch strode gracefully across the room. Melinda remained where she stood. She didn’t seem to be able to look away from the door. The colour had leached from her face. Seeing her mother in the witch’s clutches had affected her deeply by the look of it.
Jasmine suspected Teasag had done it to keep her in line. Had she been worried that Twitch’s sister’s loyalties were shifting? The bitch was certainly cunning. Now Melinda would be forced to do her bidding whether she wanted to or not.
Teasag had descended elegantly into a leather chair. “Don’t worry about your mother. I shall take very good care of her.”
Melinda didn’t move or reply.
Jasmine could see her bottom lip trembling. A sheen of tears glistened in her eyes. The horror of what she had allowed to happen seemed to finally sink in. Taking a slow deep breath, Melinda finally turned. With fear and a look of loathing, she regarded the coven mistress.
“I think you should be rewarded, Melinda, my sweet.” Teasag purred in her low voice as she parted her legs. “You have been so faithful to me. All the sacrifices you have made, and so many more yet to come.”
Taking the hems of her red skirts, the witch slid them upwards. The material rustled, soon revealing meticulously muscled shaven legs. A pair of red kitten heels were on Teasag’s large feet. Jasmine’s eyes widened. What the fuck did she mean by rewarded? And why was the bitch stripping?
She heard the sharp intake of Melinda’s breath. Colour had once more flooded into her face. A different look graced her features now. One that Jasmine knew well. Lust. Her mother’s torment seemed to be forgotten. Melinda’s eyes darkened with excitement. Licking her lips, she descended to her hands and knees. Slowly, she crawled closer across the floor.
With a final pull, Teasag bared her lap. Poking out of a pair of red silken knickers was a rampant male cock. The size was impressive. Engorged, the tip was angry and red. A thick vein throbbed along its thick length.
Jasmine could only stare at it. Oh fuck. It wasn’t a woman at all. This was a man! No wonder he kept himself covered up. The size and breadth of his shoulders and chest alone should have given it away. His big hands should also have been a clue. Jasmine berated herself for not figuring it out sooner. If she hadn’t been so caught up in her own misery she would have.
Unhurriedly Teasag drew the constricting silk aside. The penis now unhampered, sprang up, rising fully as it grew harder. Melinda crawled faster until she reached her target. Bracing her hands on the male’s muscled thighs she pulled herself up to her knees. Bending forwards, she took the cock into her mouth. Teasag moaned deep and throatily. Greedily taking to her task Melinda wrapped her lips around it more firmly. Her head bobbed vigorously.
“That’s a good girl.” His voice groaned as his painted fingers caressed the woman’s hair.
Melinda gave a muffled moan as she continued to pleasure him. Jasmine couldn’t look away. What Teasag had done to Twitch’s mother kept playing over in her head. She had never seen anything like it. Was there a way it could be undone? For Twitch’s sake, she hoped so.
Teasag was thrusting his hips up, fucking the woman’s face aggressively. Beneath the thin mesh that covered his face she could see his lips curl in a malicious smile.
“You are mine, Melinda. I took your virginity and enjoyed your screams while I did it.” He sneered, his hand tightening in her hair. Melinda whimpered. When she tried to raise her head he shoved it back down. With his free hand he yanked open the front of her white shirt. With a jerk he ripped her bra down. Melinda’s breasts burst free of their confinement. Her skin was flushed.
Taking hold of one of her taut, pebbled nipples, Teasag twisted it cruelly. “No one here will want you now after what you have done. Don’t ever forget that. You brought this on yourself.”
Twitch’s sister flinched at the pain. She was trembling as she continued to suck on his cock almost desperate in her efforts to please him. It was as if she was afraid to anger him. Teasag continued to pump his member in and out of her mouth. With the hand still wrapped in her hair, he guided her movements.
The tips of his red painted nails dug into Melinda’s breast. Squeezing the globe possessively, he didn’t stop until he heard her muffled cry. Marks were left on her flesh from his abuse when he finally let go. He seemed to enjoy her discomfort. It was if he got off on it.
Melinda didn’t try to move away. Instead she remained on her knees blinking back tears. Jasmine could see them roll down her quivering cheeks. Her sobs were muffled. Jasmine felt rage build inside her. Twitch’s sister may have been a traitor, but it was clear she was feeling remorseful. No one deserved what Teasag was doing to her. He was using her and enjoying it.
Rushing forwards, Jasmine abruptly remembered there was nothing she could do. She was out of her body. Teasag shuddered, head thrown back, he hissed as he came hard in the back of Melinda’s throat. Cum was leaking from the corner of her lips and trickled down across her chin when he finally released his hold.
“Clean me, little whore,” Teasag ordered, voice menacing as he pulled his softening cock from her mouth. “And don’t you dare miss a drop or I promise, you won’t enjoy the punishment you will face.”
Melinda nodded meekly. She had given up any will to fight. Without a word she obeyed. Teasag lounged back in his chair as he watched her. It looked as if he enjoyed her fear and suffering.
The sensation of falling hit Jasmine so hard she barely had time to panic. Room spinning, it melted away as she fell through the floor. The colours merged, bleeding together. Darkness descended and she saw no more.
Jasmine’s lashes fluttered against her cheeks, but she kept her eyes closed. She could see light behind her lids. They were so heavy, she didn’t feel like opening them. Whatever Dane had done, it hadn’t left he
r rested. In fact she felt worse.
Throat feeling thick and dry, Jasmine tried to pull some saliva into her mouth to swallow. When this didn’t work, she licked her dry lips. Her thoughts were scattered like ripples on the surface of a pond. Wrinkling her nose she tried to focus.
She’d been watching Melinda and Teasag. Then everything had skidded into a bad psychedelic acid trip. Releasing a breath, she let her other senses take over. A mattress was against her back. Moving her fingers, she felt the rough surface of a scratchy blanket. She could hear the murmur of voices, yet they were muted.
Something gently brushed her cheek, warm and caressing. Jasmine’s eyes snapped open. For a moment she was disorientated. She was in a sparse, windowless bedroom. The soft light was coming from a lamp which sat on a low table.
Benedict was lying on his side next to her on the double bed. He had a smile on his handsome face, his silvery eyes hooded. “Hey babe.”
Jasmine froze at the seductive tone in his voice. It snapped her out of her grogginess into wide awake. He was topless. The muscles of his milk chocolate skin rippled as he stretched. Jasmine couldn’t help following the movement on his torso before lowering her eyelashes. Where were Dane and Ella? And why the bloody hell had they left her with this idiot?
Slowly, Jasmine tried to use her elbows to sit up. Pain shot through her shoulders as her neck cracked. With a groan she flopped back. How long had she been laying there? She felt stiff. The soreness in her body throbbed when she moved.
“What are you doing in here?” she muttered thickly, squinting at the bard. Moving her head fractionally, she glanced around the room. Jasmine noted Excalibur still wrapped in its scarab and cloth. The sword was lying on top of a table in the corner. It didn’t look tampered with. She hadn’t told them about it yet. This was something she had decided to put off until they got back into the city.
“Relax. This is our spare room. Someone had to keep an eye on you and I nominated myself,” Benedict informed her huskily. “It gives Dane and Ella some alone time which they don’t get very often.” He had his chin propped on his big, metallic palm as he watched her. She could see the dark shadow of stumble on his jaw.
“Them being together is a secret, right? Ella and Dane,” Jasmine replied back, feeling cranky and tired. Looking down, she checked her state of dress. A thin coarse blanket had been draped over her. She was still dressed in her stinky, fishy covered clothes. The bust line had been tugged up and covered her chest.
Suspiciously, her gaze slid back to the bard. Had he taken a peek while she had been out? And why the fuck had the others left him alone with her? Surely they knew that was not a good thing.
“I’m guessing Morgan told you about how the houses don’t approve of marrying across and about his own parents?” Benedict continued. His expression gave nothing away. His hazel eyes with their ring of silver didn’t once dip down to check out her tits. For once he seemed to be behaving himself. This only increased Jasmine’s suspicion.
“Yes, he did.”
The bard’s features darkened for a moment with anger. “If they announce their love publicly, they will be shunned, and neither Dane nor Ella want that. They don’t want to lose their families with these fucked up rules. It’s hard for them finding time without being caught. That’s why we come out here to the forest. The three of us are less suspicious than a couple.”
“So, you hang out with them so they can be together,” Jasmine replied in realization.
“They’re my friends and family. I would do anything for them and I know they would do the same for me.” Benedict’s voice had deepened as he spoke.
Jasmine’s face softened. Maybe we wasn’t such a dick after all. “You’re really a nice guy, aren’t you, Ben?”
The smile on his mouth spread. “You’re cute when you’re sleeping, Red. You make this adorable snoring sound,” he told her, changing the subject. Twitch had told her something similar. Strangely, it didn’t sound so innocent coming from the bard.
“You know that just sounds creepy, right?” Feeling nervous, she shifted restlessly under the blanket. It was probably best she get up. She really didn’t want to give him a chance to have any ideas to keep her there.
Benedict laughed. The sound rumbled up from his massive muscular chest, deep and smooth. “I bet you’re even cuter with no clothes on.”
Magic hummed between them. Jasmine’s sixth sense went wild. With a rhythm it beat over her skin. Benedict began to sing softly. His voice was rich, deepening as he continued. The words were in a language she didn’t understand, yet she could feel power in every syllable. Dancing over her flesh, it left a trail of goosebumps in its wake as it trailed downwards. She could feel it like a physical caress.
Jasmine gasped, her back arching as it stroked between her legs. The vibrations settled over her clit. With each throb she could feel herself growing wetter with excitement. Eyes widening, she clutched desperately at the bed sheet below her. Her body was shaking with the force of the invasion. Mind going blank, all she could do was hang on.
Benedict continued to sing. His words now sounded impassioned. They flowed from his lips, smooth and thick, like honey. The tempo grew. Jasmine’s body pulsated with sensation, building, and rising with the song. She had no control. Benedict’s voice quivered, drawing out one long high note.
Her breath was coming out in frantic pants. She teetered on the edge of release. Yet Benedict held her there. As it reached its crescendo, an orgasm crashed through her. A long, throaty moan escaped Jasmine’s lips. Limbs locked rigid, as wave after wave of pleasure hurtled through her. When it finally ebbed, she melted back against the mattress, trembling.
The bard’s song had come to an end. Trying to catch her thoughts, she licked her lips. Holy crap. That had been intense. He hadn’t even touched her.
“That’s just a taste of what I can do,” Benedict murmured thickly. “Babe, five more minutes with me in this bed and I’ll make you forget the fucking era we’re in, let alone your own name.” His eyes were hooded and smouldering with lust. He flicked his tongue slowly across his lower lip.
Leaning down, his breath skated across her face. His mouth was so close. Still dazed from her unexpected orgasm, Jasmine didn’t resist when it met hers. Hot and insistent, he kissed her with confidence.
“Fuck yeah,” Benedict growled. “You taste just like I thought you would.”
Jasmine moaned softly as he took her mouth once more with his own. The kiss was more urgent now. Hungry. Sure. One large hand snaked up to cup one of her breasts. She pushed into the touch as the pad of one callous finger rubbed her hard nipple through the bodice of her dress. His other hand made its way beneath the blanket. Jasmine quivered when she felt his fingertips run across her naked thigh. Ben’s touch was gentle, but so self-assured.
She mewled when he rubbed her pussy through her panties. The friction sent quakes of pleasure through her wetness. Finding her clit, he circled it with a finger. His tongue forced its way into her mouth as he tasted every corner of her sweetness.
“Oh Red, I can’t wait to get between those fucking gorgeous thighs of yours.” The bard panted, breaking their heated kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, so long. You’re so different than the others.”
Jasmine froze. The bastard only wanted her for his dumb bucket list. She was just a tick to him. A little bit of fun. Anger leapt up inside her so quickly it was temporarily blinding. Without thinking it through, she reacted to the feeling. With one hard jab Jasmine punched him in the face. Pain exploded through her knuckles. Jasmine swore as she hugged it against her chest.
“Fuuck!” Benedict hollered, clutching his nose in both hands as he recoiled in stunned surprise. “What was that for?”
“I’m not an easy lay, arsehole. You can take your fucking bucket list and shove it up your arse,” Jasmine snapped back, sitting up.
He blinked in confusion. “I wasn’t...I mean, Babe...it’s not like that at all.”
Grimac
ing, she clutched her aching hand. “You’re a bloody pervert. I thought Twitch was bad, but you take it all to a whole new fucking level.”
“But Jasmine…” Came the start of his muffled reply.
“No.” She cut him off furiously. “I am done with being a pushover when it comes to men.”
Lowering his hands, the bard wiped at the gush of blood from his nose. “Fuck woman, calm down.”
“What’s going on?” The sound of Ella’s voice drew their attention. She was standing in the doorway with a mug in her hand. Dane stood silently beside her.
“We thought you might be thirsty. Why is he bleeding?” she asked with a frown when neither of them replied.
“Because he’s an idiot,” Jasmine muttered, refusing to even look at Benedict. “And you left me alone with him, which was a huge mistake. What the hell were you thinking?”
Dane’s lips curved slightly in a smile. “In other words, Ben was being a dick.”
“No, someone just got out of the wrong side of the bed,” Ben grumbled back. “She’s fucking crazy.”
“I have some sweet herbal tea for you. It should help you feel better now that Dane’s spell has worn off.” Ella told Jasmine as she stepped further into the room.
Jasmine tossed the blanket aside. Every muscle in her body protested. She had a taste of what it would feel like being old. Her body was exhausted. Everything hurt. If she kept going on like this she felt like she would eventually fall apart physically. Jasmine could barely remember what it felt like normally.
Ella handed her the mug with a sympathetic smile. Jasmine gave a grateful hum. She did feel thirsty, parched in fact. The heat of the mug was a welcome distraction to all her aches and pains.
“The veiled ones aren’t witches,” she told the couple, ignoring her bed partner. “Teasag is some kind of parasite. And she is a HE.”
“Holy crap, do you think she’s a hermaphrodite?” Benedict asked, running a hand through his blue Mohawk. He’d finally gotten out of the bed and stood barefoot in black camouflage trousers.
