To Catch a Witch [Spells of Seduction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jessica Frost

  Yes, in this game they each played, perhaps dominance was the primary prize, but the ultimate goal for Velona was her freedom. And she would be the victor no matter what the cost.

  Anticipating his next move, she planned her strategy and countermove.

  Chapter Six

  The damn mirror began to shake and vibrate, making Jacob jump, startled. “What the devil!”

  He looked at it with curiosity as it seemed to dance across the table. He jumped to his feet and stretched to grab it right before it slid to the edge and fell off. Straightening up, he turned to find a safer place to store the vibrating mirror so it couldn’t fall and shatter into a thousand pieces, and that’s when he saw it.

  He saw what Merlin spoke of. An hour had passed, and the mirror had awakened. Instead of showing the viewer’s own reflection, it’d been transformed into a spying looking glass, one that displayed an image of an alluring beautiful siren standing completely naked. The bright sun’s light beaming on her made her look like an angel brought to earth to be adored by men.

  There was a man beside her, leaning over a pail. As he stood up, his face came into view. Jacob’s mouth fell open in shock. “Merlin!”

  It took a few seconds as his mind melded all the information together. His eyes widened, and he whispered to himself, “Pondora...”

  May God strike him down for his ignorance, but never in his life did he expect that beautiful nude enchantress was the evil sorceress the country feared and that he and Merlin had been obsessed with vanquishing all these months. And thanks to the mirror’s magic he saw every detail of her lovely eyes and face and of her divine body.

  Her luscious, round breasts whose aureoles were dark and puckered made his cock rise to excitement. His cock hadn’t had the pleasure of a wet pussy in many, many months, and now having to behold this goddess in the nude made him want to come. And seeing his brother bring the cloth to her luscious left breast didn’t help either.

  Much to Jacob’s delight, the mirror served not only as a looking glass, but it carried to him all the sounds that passed in the tower. He slid his feet backward while never breaking his gaze into the looking glass. He moved slowly until his calf hit the chair next to the table, and he sat down. Moving the mirror closer to his face so he would not miss a sound or action about to happen, he waited for what his lucky brother would do next. Now he understood why Merlin left him earlier with a sly, smug smile.

  Merlin began to make circular motions around her mound, making its skin glisten in the sunlight. Jacob could see goose bumps form and the nipple rise. Pondora’s reaction had him sighing in pleasure. She obviously enjoyed Merlin’s ministrations.

  Merlin changed his movement to a back-and-forth action, going from one breast to the next. With her eyes closed, she moaned softly.

  Merlin stopped and asked, “Did I hurt you, my lady?

  Her beautiful blue eyes opened, and her brow lifted. In a panting breath, she replied, “No, not at all. Please go on, Merlin.”

  A sly grin formed on Merlin’s lips again. “I heard you moan and thought maybe I had caused you pain.”

  She laughed. “Well, the type of moan would depend on the pain you inflicted, now wouldn’t it?” She sighed teasingly. “But no, I am fine. Better than fine, please continue. As you said before, I am filthy and need a good washing.”

  Jacob saw Merlin’s Adam’s apple lift and fall as he took a deep gulp. She had obviously taken him aback with her response. It seemed like his brother was trying to play a cat-and-mouse game with the diabolical sorceress, thinking he would win. But it was plain to see the sorceress had the upper hand, not he.

  At least for the moment, until Merlin replied, “Yes, your ass needs cleaning, my lady. Please turn around and bend over so I may wash you there.”

  Her eyes widened with shock. “B–But I cannot lean on my foot. You know it is sprained.”

  “Yes, that’s true. Then lean on the wall behind you and spread your legs.”

  “If it is my ass that needs cleaning, why must I spread my legs, too?”

  Merlin leaned in closer to her, his eyes staring at her in seduction. And then he blurted it out, shocking both Pondora and Jacob. “Because I’d like to wash your cunt, my lady, and taste it, too.”

  Anger seemed to rise in her instantly. She squinted, and her lips pursed in a tight thin line. The sorceress obviously did not like his response.

  Jacob slapped his hand hard on the table and chuckled. “Bloody hell! Good one, dear brothe—”

  He didn’t finish his cheer. He couldn’t. The room suddenly became dark, and a cold wind that came out of nowhere blew in around him, making a cyclone-like spinning action. He couldn’t breathe with its intensity.

  “Dìoghaltas!” a female’s screeching voice spoke. Chills of terror crawled up Jacob’s spine, and a shudder overcame him.

  In the looking glass Jacob held, the image of his brother and the beautiful enchantress vanished. In its place a demon with yellow eyes appeared and stared straight at him. It grew from a tiny image to a bigger one. And it continued to grow exponentially fast until it was as big as the glass itself, making it shatter into a thousand pieces, as if it exploded.

  Complete darkness and utter silence possessed the room now. All Jacob heard was the frantic pounding of his heart against his chest. His brain rattled from the acute loudness of the voice and the shattering of the glass mirror that had been inflicted upon his eardrums. Jacob’s mind instantly went to alert when he remembered the screeching female voice’s warning word.

  Dìoghaltas! That was the Gaelic word for vengeance.

  Jumping from the chair and darting for where he remembered the door was, he broke free of the prison of darkness that had now become his room. He needed to get to Merlin and save him. Their plans, Merlin’s plans, had gone awry. They had been so deadly wrong. They had not taken away Pondora’s powers. She still had them, and they were as strong as ever, stronger than Jacob could have ever surmised.

  Now she was going to seek her revenge on Merlin unless Jacob got to the tower first. What he’d do when he got there to try to stop her, he didn’t know. Her powers, from what he saw in his room, were unsurpassable. But he had to try and save his brother even if he died in the attempt.

  Each step his feet took as he ran felt like tiny steps made in the giant’s den. A figurative clock appeared in Jacob’s mind, its hands moving in a quick pace.

  He needed to run faster. Time was running out. Ticktock. Ticktock.

  Chapter Seven

  Velona wanted to slap Merlin’s face. The audacity! Did he even know who she was? What she could do to him with a wave of her hand?

  For a moment, she forgot she was now powerless and wanted to give Serona’s servant a lesson he would never forget. But then reality came crashing back down on her a few seconds after, when she lifted her hand and none of her magic energy spewed from her fingertips in the form of lightning.

  Damn!

  Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she waited until his smug smile disappeared. Too bad she couldn’t wipe it from his face herself. She looked at him through half-closed eyes and wondered who exactly Merlin was. How did he come to be Serona’s servant? Was he forced into the situation? Or was he here of his own free will?

  The way he admired Velona’s body told her that he was here now washing her of his own free will. He enjoyed this job immensely, and she had to admit so did she. His nimble-fingered touch was one of a kind.

  The chills of arousal she experienced when he washed her breasts, caressing them and rubbing the nipples with the cloth, made her wet between the legs. Her clit throbbed, and she even opened her legs as passion and lust poured through her body. Her back arched forward. She wanted and needed more of his cleansing attention to her breasts.

  But now when he told her he not only wanted to wash her pussy, but lick it as well, her first reaction was of appall. Not so much at the thought of it, because imagining his hot, full lips on her clit and pussy lips, ki
ssing them, sucking them, and his tongue circling her clit and darting into her pussy had her wanting to writhe in delight. But what irked her to no end was the fact he assumed she’d allow him to do that to her. She may be powerless at this moment, but that did not mean she was a trollop who allowed a complete stranger to lick her wherever or whenever he wanted. Did he ever hear of foreplay or getting to know the woman before tongue fucking her? She guessed not.

  Now what should she do next? Should she refuse his further advances and leave it at that? Or should she give him the pleasure, as well as herself, of having her cunt licked? She thought of her primary goal, which was finding a means of escape. If she could distract Merlin by getting on his good side and seducing him, then she could trick him into letting her free either by deception or by distraction. One or the other would work. She just needed to wait for the most opportune time to present itself.

  Giving him a wide smile, she said, “All right, Merlin.”

  She turned around, clumsily trying to put weight on her injured foot, and leaned her hands on the wall. She braced her weight more on her good foot and spread her legs, lifting her ass so her pussy was free for him to do whatever he wished.

  She heard him redip the cloth in the water and then lather it with soap. He gently placed the cloth on the top of her left ass cheek and rubbed the cloth downward. She jumped on first contact with the ice-cold cloth.

  “I’m sorry. I wish it would be warmer for you.” His voice sounded sincere. Hmm, Merlin did have a soft side. She had her doubts, but he now confirmed it.

  She laughed. “Actually, it feels nice.”

  He chuckled, too. “Ah, then that’s good.”

  He brought the cloth to the bottom of her right ass cheek and rubbed it. She could feel soap bubbles forming as he spread the thick lather widely over both cheeks. Then he brought the cloth to her cunt, and she sighed before holding her breath.

  The cold sensation of the material touching her pussy aroused her more than anything else in the mortal world ever had. She almost climaxed with the contact.

  He moaned as he tossed the cloth into the pail and used his hands to spread the soap all over her cunt in a back-and-forth motion. Shivers of ecstasy traveled from her pussy, some heading to her breasts, making her nipples more taut, while others traveled to her legs, making her shake slightly.

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, savoring his curious and caressing hands. When he directed his attention to her ass, he said, “Bend over a little more.”

  She did as he commanded without a moment’s hesitation. He rubbed her ass cheeks back and forth. Her clit throbbed with the movement, and she bit her lip to stop a pleading cry’s release. Then, smearing the suds over her hole, he slipped a finger into her ass. She took a deep breath and held it, absorbing his probing finger as it slid in and out of her opening. When he slipped two fingers into her asshole, he brought his other hand to her clit, rubbing and pinching it.

  She moaned and pushed her pelvis toward him, wanting his fingers to go deeper into her ass. But instead of following her motions, he removed his probing and caressing hands from her ass and pussy. She heard him take the cloth from the pail, and when the ice-cold cloth touched her pussy lips, she felt a climax start deep inside her and explode as her clit and pussy convulsed. She cried out in sync with the flooding of pleasure.

  Instead of stopping as she expected, to her delight, Merlin brought his scorching hot lips to her clit and sucked it gently. The two extreme temperatures that bombarded her in less than a few minutes had her frantic with desire.

  She cried out, “Oh, yes, Merlin. That is so good!”

  He dipped his hot tongue into her pussy and swallowed. “Mmm, you taste so divine.”

  He continued to probe her pussy with his tongue and then trace his tongue in circles over her clit and suck it. He also began to slip his fingers into her widened asshole. He kept on with this heavenly assault on her for a few more minutes. She was moaning and whimpering in pleasure, moving forward when he slid into her and moving back when he slipped out of her pussy or asshole.

  This time the climax didn’t come from only deep inside her, but rather both from the outside and in. Her whole body shook, and she threw her head back, and she screamed in ecstasy, “Yes! Yes!”

  Weakened by the second peak, her legs trembled, and she would have fallen if it were not for Merlin grabbing her by the waist and turning her to him. He held her in his strong arms for support and stared into her eyes for a moment. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

  He dipped in to kiss her. She could taste her salty juices of arousal on his lips. When he slipped his demanding tongue into her mouth and pushed her hard against his erect cock through his tights, she wrapped her arms around his neck. At that very moment, she forgot who she was and who he was. All that mattered was how good she felt in his arms, how good his tongue felt in her mouth, how good his cock felt rubbing against her pelvis. She was in euphoria and didn’t want it to end.

  But like everything else this day, what she wished for wasn’t granted. Out of the blue, a loud crashing sound was heard. Both she and Merlin jumped.

  Turning to look where the sound came from, she was shocked to see Merlin’s double at the door. He had the same blond shoulder-length hair, the same gorgeous hazel eyes and perfectly sculpted face and body. The only difference was he looked a few years older. He was panting, his eyes wide with madness.

  He pointed a trembling finger at her and shouted, looking at Merlin, “Get out of here now or she will kill you!”

  Chapter Eight

  Jacob was mad.

  That’s all Merlin could think was the reason for his brother’s odd, erratic behavior. His raging eyes and how he fought to catch his breath told Merlin that Jacob had been running frantically. What had happened to him that he behaved like this? And why did he say Pondora was going to kill him?

  He looked at Pondora, who now in modesty hid her naked body behind Merlin. Her eyes were wide with fear and bafflement. She was obviously not expecting this and felt threatened.

  Merlin touched his lips and still felt the warmth of her pussy and her lips on his. He could still taste her. And now that he had that pleasure, he wanted so much more. Not only did he yearn to fuck her, sink his cock deep into her pussy and ass, but he wanted to get closer to her on a spiritual and emotional level. He couldn’t explain it, but deep in his heart something awoke when he first laid eyes on her. It was as if he had been enchanted. Something or someone was driving him to her, and he couldn’t stop himself.

  A worried thought that maybe Pondora herself was causing this in him resurfaced. Maybe Jacob could shed a light on this.

  Looking back at his brother, Merlin asked, “Why do you say that, Jacob?”

  Jacob moved into the room, never breaking his fixed stare in Pondora’s direction. “Because of what I saw and heard through the spying glass.”

  She peeked her pretty little head from behind Merlin’s shoulder. “A spying glass?”

  Merlin used his foot to push a bag out from behind him. “You’ll find a clean tunic in there, my lady.”

  He heard her rummage in it and then the sound of the clothing slipping over her. When she had finished tying the tunic at her waste with a rope, he turned around and said, “If you’ll excuse us, my lady, but I need to talk to Jacob for a moment outside.”

  Pondora raised her hand in protest. “Not until you tell me who this Jacob is and why he has a looking glass.”

  Merlin walked over to the door and motioned to Jacob he follow him out. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I cannot.”

  He opened the door and waited until his brother followed him and then shut and locked the heavy door behind him. Crossing his arms, he whispered, “What the devil was that all about?”

  * * * *

  Velona pushed the bag aside. Although she was famished, having not eaten for almost a day, she needed to know what they were talking about. Perhaps she could eavesdrop and figur
e out who this Jacob was and why he used a spying glass. There was only one spell she knew of to create a spying glass, and only a sorcerer born in magic could use it to see the future, the past, or a faraway present. Jacob was obviously a sorcerer. Now the question that baffled Velona was, why did Serona need another sorcerer? For as long as Velona knew Serona, she never took another sorcerer under her wings aside from Velona, her sister. Serona had trust issues and never let her guard down to anyone, let alone another sorcerer who could steal her spells and even her powers. And why was Jacob using a spy glass on her?

  She sneaked to the door on tiptoes and placed her ear to it, holding her breath. Unfortunately, all she could hear were mumbled voices. Merlin was apparently doing the talking. His voice was low and calm.

  Then she heard Jacob speak. Contrary to Merlin, he sounded as agitated as when he barged into the tower. His voice was louder, and she could make out words like “a demon with yellow eyes” and that it said in a female voice, “Dìoghaltas.”

  The blood suddenly drained from Velona’s head down her body to her legs, making them weigh like anchors keeping her trapped. Dizziness enveloped her as she began to arrange the pieces of the puzzle.

  She didn’t need to hear any more to understand what happened and who would be coming, seeking revenge.

  Chapter Nine

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Jacob said, grabbing Merlin’s arm.

  “I’m going to go back in there.” Merlin pointed to the tower door.

  “Are you mad? She’ll kill you!”

  “No, she cannot. And for the millionth time, will you lower your voice? She can hear you.”

  “Good. Then she’ll know we know what she’s up to and are ready for her.”

  Merlin huffed. “We took her powers away. Of that I am completely sure. She cannot harm us.”