Immortal Hexes

by Hutchins, Amelia

  “I am going to get your bath started, and you will wash your body and ready it for me. I don’t give a shit if we are forbidden anymore. Nothing can change what you did to my people. You mean nothing to me. You are here as my prisoner, not my guest. If I wish to fuck your cunt, I will fuck your cunt. If I wish to drain you dry, I will. You are nothing. I told you when I left you with my father that you were a fun challenge to who I was, but we were finished. You were my enemy, one who fought me and then caved to my seduction, and when I’d had my fill of you, I left you where you belonged. You could have walked away from me and not become my enemy. You should have allowed my father to clear your memories and erase us from your mind so you could have walked away free instead of being hunted by me. Now, now you will never walk away from me. You will remain here as my personal feeder and whore. You start your position tonight, Avery. Let’s see how you enjoy it, shall we?”

  Chapter 6

  I stared at the opulent quartz clawfoot tub that even now was being filled with bucket after bucket of warm water. Conner stood before it as the small children added more water. His hands worked the flowers, pulling the petals from the peonies as he added oil, petals, and smelling salts to the bath. I’d once craved this part of our relationship.

  To him, a woman was never as vulnerable and exposed as she was during her bath. It left them at the mercy of whoever happened upon them. I’d often bathed for him, even though he hadn’t been aware I’d felt his presence during that time. I’d known he watched me from the shadows of my room, a silent predator that took in every curve of my untried body. My throat exposed from my hair being pinned to the top of my head as I invited the monster that lurked to feast upon what I so freely offered him, and yet he never had.

  He pushed his wet, freshly showered hair away from his face as he lifted his head, turning to stare at me where I had slid down the wall beside the X and stayed as the water was filled to the rim of the tub. Conner had the tub created for me. He’d hired an artist to build it from the rare crystal quartz of our time. It replenished my magic, fueling my fire and arousal, which he enjoyed even though, back then, I’d been an innocent creature. I had remained pure until the day I’d turned sixteen, when my body became more woman than child.

  It had been the turning point in our relationship. I’d slipped into that tub, touching and playing with myself as he watched me. I’d driven him to the edge of sanity as he’d hidden in the shadows, and the moment he thought to slip away unnoticed to find a feeder, I’d come with his name on my tongue, and he turned my fantasy into a new reality.

  Conner made me a woman, and I’d begged him to. I’d spent every waking moment in his arms or riding him until neither of us could move. Weeks turned into months, and months into years where neither of us sought relief in another’s arms. Feeders who craved him hated me, becoming the prince’s food source and nothing else, because I gave him everything he wanted, everything he craved. I continued doing so until I told him that I loved him and that I wanted to create a life with him, one that we could raise together. And for a while, we both seemed to want it and felt the pull to do just that together. He changed soon after that; with me in his arms and his cock buried deep in my warmth. He turned cold because of his father and his words against me, as if ice water had been doused over his head. Within a month, he’d abandoned me to the mercy of the hive, which held no love for me or what I was. Their sworn enemy now left to them and at their mercy.

  “That’s enough water,” he said, pulling me from my memories, I stood, uncaring that the kids watched me as I moved to stand beside Conner’s naked form. “Bathe,” he demanded, and I nodded, slipping into the heated tub, ignoring the bite of the water as it seared my flesh, turning it pink.

  I brought my knees up to my chest and released my hair to slide down my back, into the water. I reached for the soap, letting my ass lift from the water as he watched me from the shadows of the room. I had just grasped the soap when I felt the power in the room sizzle with his overwhelming presence. Ignoring him, and sitting back, I dropped my legs open and began to clean the junction of my sex, knowing his eyes took in every minute move my hand made as I washed my sex and the inside of my thighs. My hands moved, imagining it was his hands instead of mine caressing me. It was what he wanted, for me to forget who caressed me, forget who watched me as I cleaned my flesh to prepare for his touch, for his mouth to follow the trail of soap.

  “Lower, imp,” he ordered as my hands stilled. I lifted my head, watching as obsidian eyes locked with mine, and then nodded to my hands. I dropped the soap, forgetting it as my hands touched and skimmed my flesh where I needed him to replace mine. My breathing grew labored as my fingers slid through the soft folds, pushing into my pussy. I lifted my hips and a soft moan exploded from my mouth as I arched into my touch. “That’s a good girl,” he urged as he climbed into the tub and lifted me, pulling my arms over his shoulders as he brought my mouth to his. “How many men have tasted what belongs to me?”

  “Many,” I replied honestly.

  “How many men have you slept with?” he repeated the question differently.

  “Are you asking how many men have fucked me? Many have taken what you abandoned. Many have tasted my throat and my cunt, and many have fucked and taken what once belonged to only you.” I stared into his eyes while he glared at me as if I had somehow betrayed him when it was the other way around.

  “You once promised me no other man would ever touch what belonged to me,” he uttered hoarsely as his thick cock rubbed against my belly.

  “I also loved you once, which isn’t the case anymore,” I whispered, staring down at his naked chest, where my name had been written beneath his ribs. It was held in the place for those who had died or been taken too soon, which neither was true. I chewed my lip and he studied me staring at my name upon his flesh as he held me in place on his lap with my hands braced on his shoulders.

  “When was the last time you took a lover?”

  “Two hundred years ago,” I replied as he leaned over, kissing the wildly beating pulse at the base of my throat.

  “Liar, I have seen the warlocks that come and leave your school. I have murdered them to learn more about the woman you have become. I know they were sent to breed you, just as I know they all died for even thinking about your tight pussy. I’ll ask you once more: when was the last time this cunt was filled by a man?”

  “Two hundred years ago was the last time I allowed a man to fuck any part of me,” I repeated and then flinched as a deep growl rose from his chest. “You killed men who I never allowed to fuck me, just because you were jealous at the mere thought I may have taken a lover?” I uttered barely above a whisper as everything inside of me craved his touch. “You left me, so I’m not sure why it would bother you if I took lovers. It would also be none of your damn business if I did, Conner.”

  “Know this, little witch: No one will ever breed you unless it is me. You are mine and mine alone. I gave you life when no one else cared if you lived or died. I pulled you from the garbage and brought you back from death. No other man will ever know the pleasure of your body and live to tell about it. I warned you of that when I fucked you the first time. You are mine alone, until the day the true death comes for us.”

  “I don’t see why you would care who fucked me. You abandoned me to a fate worse than death. You gave me to an entire hive of men who wanted me dead. I didn’t break my vow to you; you broke yours to me. You abandoned me, and I did what I had to do to survive.”

  “I want you to tell me what happened when I left you.”

  “You left and handed me to my enemies to be done with as they pleased, and so they did.”

  “My father adored you, he doted on you, and you murdered him. I want to know why you turned against us, or were you placed in that pile of bodies to lure me in from the beginning? You see, I’ve been running it through my head since the day I
returned to find the entire hive slaughtered, and none of it makes any sense. You loved us, or I thought you did. Now, I’m not so sure. I’m starting to think word got out that I enjoyed fucking and playing with witches, and they dropped the perfect little dark-haired, green-eyed witch into my path. I think you were planted because they knew I’d save you. I think you earned your way into my hive on your back beneath me, and when I thought you could be trusted, you were given free rein of the hive. I don’t think you murdered the hive alone; I think someone helped you and I want to know who it was. So which is it? Were you planted and everything we shared a farce, or did you turn against us because I left you and your fucking pride was hurt?”

  “I did it to survive,” I whispered as I held his gaze. “I didn’t hate you for leaving me, not until later. I fought to survive,” I uttered, and before I knew what he’d intended, I was shoved beneath the water and I scratched his arms trying to hold on, to escape the watery grave he held me beneath. My nails scraped over his flesh as I sucked water into my lungs. He lifted me, holding me up by my hair and he shook me.

  “That’s a fucking lie! You were to be spoken to, your mind erased, and then freed to find a coven that would accept you for what and who you were. You destroyed the hive. Why, because I left you to keep you safe? You wanted to create a child who would have been unnatural, and my father forbid it, and made sure I did what I had to do to protect you. Both of our races would have sought our deaths for creating such a thing, and you were too blind and stupid to realize it. You wanted to be my wife, and you were beneath me. My father made me see what you were, and how wrong what we shared was, and thank fucking God he did, or we’d have been hunted down and burned alive! You spelled me, and I was unable to stop fucking you. You used your magic against me, it was the only thing that made sense, and he had Hawthorn undo the spell you used on me.”

  “Your father never loved me! He hated me. He hated that you wanted me, that you craved me! He never cared if I lived or died, or if I walked out of that hive alive! I never used magic against you, ever!”

  “Shut your fucking mouth!” he demanded as he grabbed my hair, pulling me out of the bathtub with him as he shoved me, sending me slipping across the tiled floor. I went down hard, but wouldn’t stay down.

  I whimpered as I stood up, waiting for him to offer me a towel, or anything to dry myself with, and yet it never came. Instead, his hands gripped my hair and he swung me around, crowding my space as he walked me back until my ass touched the wall. He pushed me down and reached with his other hand to capture mine, shoving them against the wall as he released my hair in a quick, calculated move. My eyes lifted to his and he watched me, not speaking or moving as anger radiated off of him in waves.

  “Open your mouth,” he demanded huskily, and I did, pushing my tongue out as I watched his eyes turn obsidian, filling with stars of blue and purple as his true eye color tried to peek through the darkness of his anger. He used his hand to guide his cock into my mouth, and then lunged, sending it deep into my throat without warning. Water filled my eyes as I swallowed again and again to accommodate him. “Good girl,” he groaned as he moved his hips, pushing in more as tears rolled down my cheeks from the burning pain as he stretched my jaw. He continued moving, pushing his massive cock deeper as I swallowed and gagged around him, unused to taking anything in my throat. I took him all and watched as he stared down at me, using me as he needed until he pulled away violently, releasing my mouth and my hands all at once. I leaned forward, gagging from the sudden withdrawal. He knelt and grabbed me by the throat as he pulled me up with him.

  My hand lifted, intending to slap the smug smile from his face, but he easily deflected it. Conner pulled my hair roughly, and growled as he lifted my struggling form and carried me to the bed. There, he secured my hands to the canopy of the bed, high above my head, forcing me to rise on my knees to balance. Conner walked around the bed, pulling my legs apart as he took in my exposed position. I watched him as he walked back around to where I stared, positioned awkwardly and unable to do anything other than watch him. His hands moved forward, cupping my small breasts as he leaned close to my ear. “You want it rough, imp, I can give you it rough. I can make you know pleasure with your pain, and make you beg me for fucking mercy. I’ll bite, let’s play, little imp.” He laughed darkly and stepped away, leaving me to sit upright with my hands high above my head.

  “You want to play rough? Let’s play rough, Avery,” he chuckled darkly, walking behind me. I felt the bed moving, weighed down by him as he knelt between my legs and let his finger trace over my inner thigh. I watched the thin line of blood as it slid from my flesh. I turned, staring back at him and he smiled. “Mmm, you look good helpless,” he growled as his fangs continued to grow in his mouth. His finger pushed into my clenching sex from behind, then another entered me as he drove them into my body until my cunt clenched around them hungrily. He withdrew, walking around the bed to stare at my helpless position before he knelt in front of the bed, staring at the thin slice at my thigh. He ignored it, moving towards my cunt, and his tongue slipped through my dripping flesh before he pulled away, cleaning both the mess and blood that covered my thigh.

  “Conner,” I cried as he watched me from where he licked the cut clean and then slid his tongue through the mess again. He pushed his fingers into my body, and I cried out as he used them to fuck me. His fingers were relentless as he drove them in and out of my body, gauging my need from the violent tempest my heartbeat became as it raced. The moment I was about to fall over the cliff, he withdrew, moving around the bed to pull my legs back until I gasped as my arms burned from stretching in the restraints. It left my mouth lowered, and I watched as he walked back around, his strides sure as he reached down, stroking my chin while he watched me moaning against the pain. His eyes burned with liquid fire, obsidian with sparks igniting them. He used his other hand to stroke his cock while my eyes lowered to watch. He grinned, knowing the moment realization entered my mind.

  “Open that dirty lying mouth of yours, imp,” he demanded, and when I opened it to protest, he pushed his cock deep into my throat. I moaned around the fullness of it as he buried himself to the hilt and plugged my nose. My arms burned, my throat ached with the fullness he created, and all the while his other hand worked my throat, forcing me to swallow again and again as he stared at me. I was suffocating on his cock, and he knew it. Lights burst in my vision, dancing in it as consciousness seemed to diminish. I stopped fighting it, knowing that if he chose, I wouldn’t make it out of here. My immortality wasn’t like his; I could be killed by him and only him if he chose to do so. “Suck my cock, Avery,” he demanded, and I blinked as I shook my head.

  “Ung,” I moaned as I shook my head again and then gasped when he pulled out, moving around me to settle on the bed. “Conner,” I muttered hoarsely as I felt him moving behind me. I lifted my ass, needing him to fuck me, and yet he didn’t do as I wanted him to.

  Instead, he rubbed his cock against my opening, teasing me until I whimpered and begged as his dark laughter filled my ears. His hand snaked into my hair, pulling it back as he lifted my head, turning my neck, kissing the wild, hammering pulse before his fangs sank into my carotid artery as his cock ripped past the layers of scar tissue when he entered my clenching cunt. I screamed as the hardest orgasm of my long life ripped me apart until all I could do was feel him as he destroyed me. He’d not stopped at the scar tissue from the torture I’d endured or noticed that I hadn’t actually been fucked in over two hundred years, and shit had grown back. Things like a hymen, which the coven medics said had layers of thick scar tissue from the trauma I’d survived.

  My pussy ached, and the sound of him feeding on me filled the room, colliding with the sound of sex as body hit against body while he fucking destroyed me. I felt him pulling back as his tongue closed the wound to my throat, and then he cussed in a violent volley of echoing choruses that I was beyond hearing. My
hands were released from the chains, and I turned, pushing him down and taking control, forcing him into my tightness as pain and burning ripped through me.

  I stared down into his violet-blue eyes as tears slid from my cheeks to land on his chest. His hands lifted, cupping my breasts, but I pushed them away, ignoring the phantom pain that ached more than my clenching, dripping cunt as I raised on my feet, sliding down him over and over again until the next orgasm took me beyond the pain, past the pleasure, and straight to euphoria. I screamed his name over and over again and he flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my legs apart, entering me hard and fast until I was bucking against him with wild abandon as he sent me reeling into the next orgasm and then the next, which followed violently behind the other.