Curvy Like A Witch

by Sage Domini

  I unwrapped that hard muscle in his pants. He pushed the clothing aside as I stared at his manhood. I had never seen one so large. I ached to have it inside me.

  But he wasn’t ready to reward me. Not yet. Not until he had taken something for himself first. He grabbed my long red hair at the roots and pushed me down. I had limited practice with what he had in mind, but I was eager to cooperate. I longed to feel the shudder of his powerful body and know that I had brought it. “Lick,” he whispered. “Slowly. Yes. Now in your mouth. All of it, witch.”

  He grew so hard I knew he must be close. Suddenly he pushed my head away. Strong arms gripped me and I was brought to my feet. His kiss spoke of a necessity I had never felt before. I followed his lead as he propelled me backwards. That hot shaft tried to bore into my soft belly, searching feverishly for the moist cavern which would satisfy.

  I tripped slightly as we reached the edge of the bed but Draco caught me. He lifted me as if I were a doll and threw me back onto the bed. As he parted my legs and prepared to enter me I realized he was in complete control. He would pilot my body and I was a hapless follower. I also realized this was exactly what I had always craved.

  The first thrust was the rough entry I had longed for ever since he leaned out of the car and spoke. Secret self pleasure was a poor substitute for the real flesh. I let out involuntary moans of ecstasy as he filled me to organ-bending depths. There was nothing else on earth but this bottomless craving. Every nerve at my center reached out to beg for a piece of fulfillment.

  And then it came. Distantly I heard my piercing shriek as every tender part of my body howled with bliss. I was lost, adrift in an eternal orgasm as time passed and my throat grew raw from screaming. When the pleasure began to recede, Draco moved quickly. He swung my leg upwards until it rested on his shoulder. My climax began anew as he reached places which hadn’t yet been touched. He threw my other leg over his shoulder and pounded once more. My ankles crossed behind his neck as I was rocked by yet another starburst.

  Suddenly he withdrew. He bent my legs at the knee and pushed them back into the plush coverlet. The tattoo of a long black claw ran down his left bicep. His body glistened with the efforts of passion. But he wasn’t done with me. He had yet to fully enjoy himself.

  The plunge was merciless. The reach of his organ was enormous. I found myself nosing against his torso and licked the salty skin. We locked in frenetic rhythm for a seeming eternity until I felt it. The werewolf trembled between my legs and unleashed the hot jet of his soul. On his final thrust he tossed his head backward and issued a primal howl which spoke of conquest and possession. Distantly, others answered.

  Fully spent, Draco collapsed on top of me. Silently I chastised myself for all my worldly assumptions about the acts which fulfill the body. I had known so little. Draco rolled off, his eyes closed. I traced the chiseled contours of his tanned face. He grinned and arched an eyebrow. “Hell, I’ve always wanted to have a witch.” He playfully grabbed a handful of my thigh flesh. “I knew you would be juicier than any of the others.”

  I sat up. “Did you follow me?”

  He shrugged. “Sure.”

  “Pretty nervy, even for a werewolf. What would your pack say?”

  Draco reached into a gray metal side table and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, thoughtful. “They would have called me foolish.” He grinned. “You know, witches don’t have a reputation for enjoying themselves. I took a chance tonight.”

  I took the cigarette from his lips and inhaled myself. The smoke added to the sensuality of the moment. “What chance?”

  “Nothing a wolf hates more than a sorry fuck.”

  I blew smoke at the ceiling. “I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

  “Hardly.” He propped up on an elbow and looked at me. A curl of hair fell in my eyes and he brushed it away. “You’re the best I’ve ever had.” He pulled me into his lap, spreading my legs. “In fact, I need to have you again.”

  Incredibly, he was hard. I knew how unlike a mortal man this recovery was. I was ready though. Despite the hazy soreness which plagued my lower half, I wanted him inside me again. However, I remembered my limitations. I had been wearing a watch at some point but it had been misplaced. I looked around for a clock. Draco massaged my breasts. “We have plenty of time Celeste. It is only 8 pm.”

  I was relieved. During our long sex play I had lose all sense of time. Draco pushed himself inside me as I straddled him. He showed me how to make the rhythm. I came again with little effort. I already missed the sweetness of it as I knew it would be over all too soon. Draco seemed to sense my mood. His kiss was tender. Then suddenly he flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my legs. “Ah, that ripe ass. I just want to bite it.” I yelped as he did exactly that but more from shock than pain. He had not sunk too deeply. He took me again, this time from behind. I rose on my elbows to better meet the arch of his thrusts. My nipples grazed the soft bed and hardened. Draco grasped me around the middle and leaned us both backwards. My back slid against his chest as he rocked us both in a perpetual heat of peaks and valleys. I yelled his name. I shouted my desires to do crazy, dirty things I had not even realized resided in my mind.

  Several times I caught Draco’s wry grin and realized he found me amusing. I wondered if he would boast to his pack about how he had twisted a witch into a writhing animal of desire one Halloween night. I would not be able to do the same. Oddly, the thought of Mother Alma’s face should I tell her of my exploits with a werewolf threw me into a wild laughing fit.

  Draco raised an eyebrow. “Something funny?”

  I shook my head. “No. Please continue sir.”

  And so he returned to his task at hand which involved his tongue and my abused yet glowing insides. I gripped the sides of the blanket as he brought me to yet another shattering moment. I wanted to return the favor. He rose to his feet and I sunk to my knees. I was determined to taste that secret juice which had filled me until it overflowed, running down my legs. He gripped me by the hair and showed me the rhythm which pleased him. I drew him out of my mouth and licked the soft pouch behind the shaft, filling my mouth with the cottony flesh. He groaned and issued a terse command. “Now. Swallow.” I took his length in my mouth until the head of that mighty dick touched the back of my throat. And when that warm liquid coated me I swallowed it in one mighty gulp.

  Draco was calling to the moon and to god in a cloud of orgasmic bliss. “Ah Celeste, I knew I had to have you.”

  It seemed every muscle in my body fizzed with the exploits of the last few hours. Draco had seemed pleased when I wanted to be taken in front of the window. “They’ll see,” he said. And I didn’t know if he was talking about passing humans or wandering werewolves or other creatures of the night.

  “Let them see,” I said. It thrilled me to be pleasured that way, appealing to some inner rebellion against my dour daily life. Yes, let them watch. Demons and vampires and drunken college boys. Let them see me in my ecstasy and be jealous of the creature providing it. I had never felt so strong as I did with my nipples to the glass, hammering the beat of nature. No power given by the craft could match this. As I screamed his name it was with a twinge of regret for the reflection of the clock in the kitchen told the true hour and I knew this would be the last time.

  After, he rested his head on my breasts. I kissed his dark hair. “It is time.”

  He raised his head. His eyes were nearly sorrowful. “I know.” He ran his hands down the curvy lengths of my body and whistled low.

  “What?” I asked.

  Draco shook his head. “I was just thinking what a waste it was. This luscious body was meant to be savored, not hidden.”

  I swallowed hard. I knew what he was offering me, but it was impossible. I am a witch. I will return. “Draco, I-“

  “No,” he said firmly. “It doesn’t need to be said.” He located his jeans and pulled them on, averting his head as I slipped my gown on. I began tying the cloak around my neck when he took the s
trings from my hand and tied them together. “There.” He grinned ruefully. “Now you’re in the same condition you were in when I found you.”

  I had desired a night which I could look to for the next 364 days to quiet the primal longing instinctive to every mammal on earth. Unbelievably, I had found it with a werewolf. But far from stilling those base urges, I had awakened. I knew I would yearn to be touched every one of those nights with even fiercer urgency.

  Draco was silent as he drove. I wondered if we would speak again before the end. The clock on the dashboard read 11:55 pm. He drove quickly. I was tense. If we wished it, he could end the dispute over my job-induced chastity. One moment past midnight would banish me from the craft, from the sisters, from Phoenix House. I tried to believe that wasn’t what I wanted.

  Then there we were. A light shone on the small pentagram above the grand entry to Phoenix House. A handful of dark shapes flitted up the steps and disappeared inside as the last of the witches returned.

  Well, nearly the last witch.

  The clock read 11:59. Draco stared mutely ahead. He seemed to be only awaiting my departure. I did not have words. It would not be suitable for me to see him again. Halloween was only for one night. I opened the door and stepped out onto the curb.

  I was nearly at the door when I heard him call. “Celeste.” I turned. He leaned out of the car, looking exactly as he did when we met. He winked. “I’ll see you next year.”

  Mother Alma was awaiting me. Her smile was thin. “Miss Celeste.”

  I walked past her and began to climb the long stairway. “I am a witch. And I have returned.”