A Witches Proposition

by S Raven Storm

Silver could taste herself on his lips and it turned her on. She boldly grasped his dick, the smooth member was stout, she could feel the heat radiating from it. Rubbing her thumb across the crown while using her free hand to squeeze his sacs gently, she felt in total control.

  Maverick sighed deeply before unsnapping her bra, releasing her firm breast. He wanted her, every inch of her body beckoned for his touch.

  Sitting upon his throne, as he held his hand out to Silver, instead of taking his hand she turned around, backing up then positioning herself over his engorged member placing the smooth crown at the opening of her wet vagina. Silver slowly eased herself down upon his shaft. She began to relish in the pressure and pain she felt as his crown entered her hot wet pussy. With her legs on the outside of his, she timidly began to bounce up and down until pure gratification took over unleashing her boldness.

  Maverick reached around, filling his hands with her round globes. He pinched and rubbed the perky nipples until they hardened betwixt his thumb and forefinger. They fit his hands perfectly. He inhaled deeply as heat from her cunt branded his dick making it hard for him to maintain his composure.

  He grunted, “Baby, you feel so good, damn your pussy is so hot.” She felt like no other woman. Silver was perfection, like a dream, a vision, or a fantasy he once experienced in another lifetime. The feel of her skin beneath his fingertips, sent shock waves through his body. He was lost inside her warmth.

  Silver again hit her climax with full force, screaming out “Damn, here I come again. Fuck me,” as she dug her nails into Mavericks legs as she got swept away by the pleasure.

  When she began to play with his balls, Maverick pumped harder. The experience of his penis deep inside made her scream out his name.

  “Maverick, you’re so deep, aah.” Silver swore he’d reached her abdomen as she once again reached her peak.

  It wasn’t long before the sweat began to run down Maverick’s brow as he tried to hold off coming.

  One good bounce, and her powerful orgasm and all his reserve was gone, as he too cried out, “Oh shit, here I come, love.”

  To his surprised Silver jumped off his lap and placed her mouth over his dick, drinking in the salty nectar.

  He had never seen a better sight, Silver on her knees as she licked his cum from her lips, her dark brown eyes sparkling, her lips swollen from his kisses and her hair tossed wildly across her face.

  He stood helping her off her knees, kissing her, he was surprised when his erection took control. The fact he wanted more made him shake his head. Maverick did not want to let her go, he didn’t want to break the bond they had created.

  Without a second thought he said, “Stay the night with me.”

  “It’s daytime, and this…” she waved her hands, “this cannot happen again.” She cited, casting her eyes away from his.

  “Stay the day and night with me, love.” He repeated.

  “I can’t do that. This can’t happen again, now is not the time for, for ...” She tried to find the right words. But she knew she was kidding herself and lying to Maverick. It would happen again, she enjoyed every second of his love making. She felt the connection, the bond that said he was hers the moment they met.

  “Why not, is there a husband, fiancé, boyfriend, child, dog, cat, anything you have to get home to?” He questioned. “Forget about the nonsense that this was a one-time only thing.”

  “Wow, are you that confident in yourself? She asked before adding, and as for the list, no, none of the above. But we just met and…” the moment the words escaped her lips she wished she could have taken them back.

  “After what just took place, we just met is a weak argument at best.” He smiled.

  “I guess it is.” She could not deny the pull between them. “Let’s just play this by ear. Earlier you wanted to punish me and I… well, we’ve come a long way in a short time,” she smiled back. His crooked grin gave her butterflies. Girl you like this man.

  Unexpectedly she let a giggle escape followed by a snort. She should’ve been embarrassed by her actions, yet she felt free, free to be herself.

  Maverick smiled, he loved the sound of her laughter, it was light, yet full of body. He could feel his balls growing heavy. Yet for some reason that irritated him, the last thing he wanted was for their relationship to be based on sex.

  “I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.”

  “I’m pretty much always hungry,” she replied.

  They dressed, and Maverick used the intercom to call the kitchen, requesting lunch for two. With a snap of his fingers he unlocked the doors, letting them swing open revealing Dom, sitting in a chair leaning against the wall.

  Dom stood, straightening his clothes he entered the room now available for access.

  “There was no need to camp outside the room, I would’ve called for you, Dominick.” Maverick announced, then turning to Silver he whispered, “The room is soundproof.”

  Silver nodded in reply, but still felt uncomfortable with the fact that Dominick knew what they were doing behind the closed doors. Avoiding Dominick’s eyes and the conversation, Silver moved towards the window, she took a deep breath enjoying the view before her.

  She admired the skyline and bridge with tiny colorful cars that sped across. It was a beautiful sight, especially to a native New Yorker. Silver tried to ignore the conversation that was taking place between the two men behind her.

  “I sat out there to protect your privacy, to keep everyone from knocking on the door and disturbing you.” Dominick explained, he wanted to smile, it was about time Maverick had someone other than a servant to service him. For some reason he knew this time it was different, she was different and that is exactly what Maverick needed to make his life complete.

  Maverick did not respond, he knew Dominick’s words were true. “Lunch is coming please direct it to the dining room.” Maverick spoke with authority no longer comfortable with the conversation. He knew Silver also felt uncomfortable with the subject, the last thing he wanted was for her to be embarrassed.

  “Yes Sir, I will, but we need to talk, there is a buzz on the street.” Dom replied, he knew Maverick just dismissed him, but business was business and needed to be addressed.

  “Is it about my sister?” Silver inquired, wedging herself between the two.

  “I’m not sure if it concerns your sister or not. This concerns the Red Door coven,” Dominick stated.

  “The Red Door coven isn’t that Marcus’s territory?” Maverick asked.

  “His name is Lucas and that’s all I know about him. I’m going to head over there and find out what I can from them and the streets,” Dominick informed Maverick. Acknowledging Silver, he said, “We will find your sister.”

  “Thank you.” Silver replied, as her stomach growled from the smell of food.

  “Would you care to join us for lunch,” Maverick asked Dominick out of politeness, while hoping he would say no.

  “No, thanks. I have too much to do today, and I need to get started. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take Jonathan with me.”

  “No, I don’t mind take whomever you need.” With his brows knitted together he added, “just don’t come back empty-handed, Dom.”

  Silver never paid any attention to the large wooden door to the right of the room, so when it opened, and a little old woman entered the room to announce the table was ready, Silver almost jumped out of her skin.

  Suddenly with Dominick leaving to investigate the Red Door coven and being alone with Maverick again she felt like a bundle of nerves.

  “Thank you, Mrs. New. By the way this is my house guest Ms. Silver.”

  The elderly black woman with sparkling brown eyes, smiled and said in an accent Silver surmise to be from somewhere in the West Indies, “Welcome Miss, if there is anything you need just let me know.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. New.” Silver replied, automatically taking a liking to the woman.

  The elderly woman gave Maverick a wink of her eye and nod of h
er head before disappearing through the door she came out of.

  Walking into the dining room, Silver took a deep breath. The room was magnificent, larger than her apartment with its large shiny redwood table that seated sixteen, a huge breakfront and china cabinet.

  One side of the wall held a beautiful mural of a thunderous night that drew her in and made her shiver. Silver assumed it was one of Maverick’s paintings.

  At the head of the table a smaller version of Maverick’s throne stood notably larger than the other chairs. The thought of his throne brought heat to her face, thank God her skin was too dark to reveal the blush on her cheeks.

  Maverick pulled the chair next to his out. Silver slid onto the cushioned seat, she took note of his manners and waited until he sat down to uncover one of the platters. To her delight it was steamed shrimp. She reached for the second plate, but it was too far away. With a snap of his fingers, Maverick removed all the lids on the platter revealing thin slices of beef, thick slices of several cheeses, a chef’s salad, and large buttery yeast rolls.

  “This is lunch?” Silver asked.

  “Yes, roast beef sandwiches, salad and shrimp to wake up your appetite.” He smiled.

  “Well since you put it that way.”

  “Wine?” Maverick asked holding a bottle of red wine.

  “No thanks, this time of year, I don’t drink red wine, plus I like sweet, not dry.”

  “No problem.” With a snap of his fingers Maverick changed the red wine to white. He poured her a glass and waited for her approval as she sipped the sweet nectar gingerly.

  “Good,” she said, taking another sip before biting into a shrimp. She loved his nonchalant use of magic.

  Silver didn’t know what was more delicious, the meal or her companion, for they spoke of many things. Her childhood, Alivia and her job. He spoke of his childhood as well also about his passion for painting and sculpting, his reign as The Watch of Manhattan and the other Watch masters. They talked and laughed as if they’d been friends for years.

  The buzz of the intercom made Maverick’s brow knit together. Silver witnessed his change in attitude as if someone had flipped a switch. With a clap of his hands he answered from the table, although his eyes bore into the speaker as if he could see who was on the other end. His scowl deepened as he listened to the man on the other end.

  Silver loved watching his wizardry. His magic was impeccable, and his strong authoritative voice gave her goosebumps.

  “Why are you interrupting my meal.” Maverick stated with enough bass to shake the room.

  “I’m sorry, but I thought you should know I’ve spotted the redheaded witch,” Jonathan said.

  With a wave of his hand the door opened, it was only moments later that Jonathan appeared. Silver wondered briefly if maybe he would be more suited for Alivia, than Dom. Then decided, no, there was something about Dom this oozed power, he might be Alivia’s match, whereas Jonathan her toy.

  “What news do you have for me?” Maverick asked his face devoid of emotion.

  “I found the redhead lurking around Silver’s, I mean Ms. Silver’s place, she and a large menacing looking man.”

  “Where did they go? What magical trail did they leave?” Maverick asked.

  “I’m not sure, I didn’t want to get too close, revealing my presence there.” Jonathan stated.

  Before he could say another word, he was on his knees. By the look on his face Jonathan was unable to move a muscle.

  Maverick’s eyes glowed like orange embers. “You are making a habit of disappointing me Jonathan. Should I rethink your position with The Watch when this is over? That is if you last that long.” Maverick stood, still staring at the young man on the floor, after what seem to be several minutes he sat back down, inhaled deeply before emptying his glass.

  Suddenly Jonathan began to cough while taking deep breaths.

  “Tonight, you will go out with Dom, I suggest you pay attention and take note on how I like things done. Now get out.”

  Jonathan looked as if he was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz as he was catapulted into the air and out the door which closes immediately after his departure.

  “I apologize for that. The fact that they have found your place must be disturbing.”

  “No, not really, I was able to get away from them earlier this morning. Let me just say, the redhead and I have a score to settle.” Silver announced.

  “You know I saw you and the witch engaging in a battle on brooms. I assumed the two of you might have been practicing.”

  “That was no practice and when I see her again, I plan to …”

  “You seem to have a dark side, Silver.” Maverick smiled.

  “You have no idea just how dark when it comes to my family.” She smiled back then saluted him with her glass.

  “I thought the word on the street concerning The Watch and the goblet would have taken the heat off you and your family.”

  “Oh my God, the box, how could I’ve forgotten the box! You need to see if you can open it. You can’t use magic, it only works if you’re the chosen one with strength and power.” Silver cried, jumping up from the table, running into the next room.

  Grace tried calling Silver, but each time it went to voicemail. She remembered Axel left his card on the refrigerator. Frantically she dialed his number and was relieved when he picked up on the third ring.

  Grace knew without a shadow of a doubt that her house was protected by the spell she’d cast, but the warlock that stood watch across the street still made her nervous and to be honest scared as shit for he was the biggest creature she’d ever seen, unfortunately her powers were not as strong as they used to be. She promised herself to start exercising her gifts more, but that meant nothing in the here and now.

  “Hi, Axel, it’s Grace. I’m sorry to bother you. I know this sounds crazy, but I think there is a warlock watching the house. I know you can’t get in, but I’m here alone and Silver isn’t picking up and well... I’m a little uneasy about the whole thing.” Grace spoke rapidly which confirmed her nervousness.

  “I’ll be right over, I’m at the club doing some paperwork. Stay away from the windows and don’t open the door, just in case. I don’t like the idea Silver isn’t answering her phone, but we’ll deal with that when I get there.” Axel stated calmly.

  When Axel arrived he attacked the man, who was taken off guard by Axel’s blinding speed. Axel in the altercation picked the man’s pocket. Before the warlock could recover from the onset of blows, Axel was knocking on Grace’s door.

  “Who is it!” Grace shouted.

  “Axel.”

  When Grace opened the door, Axel entered quickly closing the door behind him.

  Grace threw her arms around Axel’s neck and kissed him. Her appreciation kiss turned into something more as the kiss deepened and Axel’s hands wrapped around her waist. She could feel his arousal and it turned her on. It has been years since she’d been with a man, too long. So long she couldn’t remember who, when or where. Axel’s touch was setting Grace on fire. Like a caged animal released to the wild, she felt free.

  Grace let her hand rub and caress his penis through his rough Levi jeans. When the kiss broke off, she felt a cool air of relief, until he pulled her top over her head. Following his lead she removed his tee, revealing his curly gray-haired chest.

  For a man his age his body was still in good shape. She was no spring chicken, yet she remained in shape over the years and was proud of it.

  Axel pulled Grace into the living room where he continued to undress her. When her extra-large cocoa colored breast was released from her brassiere, he stood back to get a better look. He admired the dark hues of her areola and marveled at her perky nipples. Axel could not resist the desire to suckle upon the beauties.

  He stopped long enough to remove his clothing, waiting as she too removed hers. “Are you sure about this Gracie?”

  Grace nodded giving Axel the okay.

  He buried his shaft between Grace’s
cleavage, pushing her large breast together he licked and sucked her nipples as his cock slid up and down the valley of her tits. It had been some time since he had experienced such joy. But, like riding a bike everything came back to him as his cock grew with anticipation. Axel released one breast to concentrate on the other, as his fingers entered her pussy. When she began to squirm against his hand, he increased the number of digits while using his thumb to massage her clitoris.

  “Oh…” she moaned, Grace didn’t know if she was dreaming or awake, the sensations her body felt invigorated her to her very core. When his fingers entered her pussy, she thought she would come right then and there. She tried to control the onset as long as possible, by relaxing and commanding control of her senses, but she couldn’t stop concentrating on her feelings, the feelings Axel was igniting in her.

  With her knees now bent to her chest she was left exposed as the cool air blew against her hot exterior, she thought she would lose her mind. It wasn’t long before the tip of his cock was pushing its way into her very tight awaiting cunt. Inch by inch he pushed his way into her.

  “Ahh...shit… damn…” she cried.

  The tightness of her pussy clenched itself around Axel’s penis, he did everything including singing a song to remembering his shopping list to stop from busting a nut right away.

  “You’re so tight, but damn you feel so good.” With his second stroke he took a second to contain himself and to let her adjust to him. It was evident she hadn’t laid with a man in a while, for some reason that stroked his ego even the more. When he felt her pussy relax, he began to slowly pump in and out.

  It did not take long before Grace changed the tempo by grinding and gyrating her hips. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she reached her peak.

  “Oh my God Axel!” she screamed as she came.

  “That’s right babe come, come for me.” Happy he was able to please Grace, Axel allowed himself to explode.

  The two panted and laughed, as Axel continue to lay on top of Grace with his penis still in her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The moment Dom hit the streets of Manhattan, word went out. He liked the fact that his power and name was renowned and that it was synonymous with Maverick, The Watch’s top warlock. His first stop was to the Red Door coven. He didn’t know the connection between them and this mysterious stranger, but the Red Door coven’s name had come up one time too many for it to be a coincidence. Dealing with a coven could sometimes get tricky, since some believe they were a separate unity of their own and fought against the authority of The Watch, the numbers were greater.