Beyond The Veil: A Paranormal & Magical Romance Boxed Set

by Multiple Authors

  The smell triggered her memory of what they had recently done on a primal level. It was like she was once again lying in the bed at the mercy of his wicked tongue. Moisture gathered between her thighs and she felt weak in the knees. For eight and twenty years, she had avoided all males. Everyone knew men acted on instinct. They were hungry, they ate. They were thirsty, they drank. They needed sex, they got it from whoever was handy. This time Jorge had found her to be handy and despite his sweet words and his promise of leaving her intact and no one ever finding out what they had done, she wasn’t sure she should trust him.

  There was no doubt she had trust issues. Her father had abandoned her before she was born and her mother had died willingly leaving her alone. It had made her avoid men and form no close relationships with anyone even keeping her relatives at arm’s length. Now she had taken a step that she couldn’t undo. She had welcomed Jorge into her arms and allowed him to teach her what pleasure truly was. The lessons were just beginning and she found herself anxious for more.

  Slipping the shirt over her head, it caressed her body as it slid over her. The hallway was deserted as she headed back to her room with not even the typical guards in sight. They were probably just outside the door. She hurried into the room she shared with Jorge happy to avoid them. The guards stared with a combination of lust and fear and it bothered her. Slipping in the door, she was surprised to see Jorge lying naked on the bed looking at her.

  “I missed you,” he admitted She had missed him too but thought it better if she didn’t let him know. It was almost as if she were in quick sand and sinking fast. His body was sheer perfection and it called to her. Sitting on the bed, she couldn’t resist touching him lightly. Her hands slid up his thigh and his cock twitched.

  Moving her hand to his chest, it twitched again. It seemed anywhere she touched him made his shaft twitch. She ran her finger up his thigh and stared at the ruddy color of his cock especially at the head. The shiny drop of dew at the end that looked as if it would drop any moment and be forever lost to her had her attention. Leaning over him, she couldn’t resist licking the drop off. She closed her eyes and savored it. It was salty, sweet and she could lick it all day long. Jorge shuddered under her tongue as if he would explode.

  “Are you alright?” she asked.

  “I am, it’s just that I want you so much,” he admitted.

  “How do you want me this time?” she asked.

  “I want to try something different but I need your trust for this,” he explained.

  Everything so far had been pleasurable and he’d not done anything to interfere with her virginal state. There was probably as much trust between them as she’d ever had for anyone. She saw a bottle of oil near his hands and wondered what need he had for it.

  “I’ll try,” she offered. It was the best she could do.

  “Undress and come lie next to me on the bed,” he directed.

  It was easy enough since she wore nothing but his shirt. She turned back to the door locking it before she slipped his shirt over her head. He stared at her so intently, that heat rushed through her body. She lay down and he had her face away from him. One hand came around to the apex of her thighs. Well oiled, it slid over her clit and she pressed against it. His other hand, slid between the cheeks of her ass circling her rosebud. She felt fear as well as the excitement of his sensual touch. She was distracted by his fingers on her clit, when he slid a finger into her rear end. It felt odd and slightly uncomfortable, but his attention to her bundle of nerves increased and she didn’t protest.

  He added a finger and she started to protest but he pinched her clit and she almost came. She relaxed again into the rhythm of his motion. She wanted to get off so bad and he was keeping her on the edge. He added another finger and it burned. Ready to protest and tell him that it just wouldn’t work, once more he took her mind off it with an almost orgasm.

  “I need to cum,” she whispered.

  “And so you shall,” he promised.

  He pulled his fingers out and she felt his cockhead press against her ass. Was there anyway it would even fit? He was well oiled and he started to slide in but he was so damn big! She groaned, a combination of pleasure because he was stroking her clit, and pain because he was invading a place too small for him. He was fully seated and he just stayed there but he continued to worry her extremely sensitive clit. He moved out and in, and it didn’t hurt as much as it had to begin with.

  “Relax and push against me and it will feel good,” he instructed.

  She complied. Combined with his attention to her clit, it felt better. He began to thrust in and out and she pressed against him as he drove in. She was on the edge of her orgasm and she was desperate to cum. He was slamming into her now, his fingers pinched and worried her clit bringing her to the edge. He slammed into her and she knew he was about to find his release. He plucked at her clit and twisted it slightly. It should have hurt but it felt oh, so good and she screamed as her climax rolled over her. Her body froze and then she bucked and jerked, caught in the throes of an amazing climax. She felt him ram into her and he grunted as his hot seed spewed into her.

  The orgasm had been wonderful but was that because of the way he’d entered her or in spite of it? She wasn’t sure she liked having sex this way, but it had been exciting to try and she might try it again. He continued to stroke her which calmed her and as she relaxed and as his cock softened, it slid out of her. It was an odd feeling too.

  “Was that alright for you?” he asked.

  “It felt strange,” she replied.

  “Would you try it again sometime? I’ve heard it gets easier and more pleasurable after the first time.”

  “I would, but not too soon.”

  “I’m glad you let me try it and you are willing to give it some consideration. I can’t deny I enjoyed it. It’s as close to having you the usual way I can get.” His warm breath blew in the back of her neck making her want him once more. “I’m going to take my bath now, it should be ready.”

  He got out of bed, walked around, and squatted in front of her. He gave her a passionate kiss that set her blood on fire. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised.

  He left the room and she lay there thinking about everything they’d done. He deserved his reputation as an amazing lover. She was lucky to have him teach her rather than some of the other men she’d heard women gossip about. She feared once they were through, she’d still crave the pleasure but have no luck finding a man she wanted. It was easy to imagine him in the tub soaping up his beautiful body. It would be sexy to be in there with him lathering up his body for him. Now that she understood what the pleasure between a man and woman truly was, it was all her mind seemed able to think about.

  Laying on the bed waiting for him, she fell asleep. It was some time later that she felt a soft touch wake her. He examined her closely and she noticed he was just wearing a towel. Maybe she would get lucky and he would want her again. As she stared at the towel, it seemed to come alive. It rose up and tented, telling her everything she needed to know.

  “We need to talk,” Jorge said.

  Fear raced through her. It was too soon to have to give him up. They’d just begun to explore the things they could do to each other. There was so much more she could learn. Those words were the death knell of the future when a man said them, weren’t they?

  “It’s alright. I just want to talk about the peace talks. We only have tomorrow to prepare and then we must go. I don’t see any of the things Adame was going to get for you,” he observed as he cast his gaze around the room.

  “There’s a good reason for that. Few if any of those things are available here. He’ll have to send someone to the market in Adelos half a day’s ride from here. The few stalls here that sell clothing here sell the type farmers and soldiers wear,” she explained.

  “I hope he sent for them right away,” Jorge said his voice not the commanding one he usually used.

  “Your second seems efficient, I am sur
e he did,” she replied. And if he didn’t, worrying about it wouldn’t change anything.

  “He is, but even he can’t move mountains,” Jorge muttered.

  “It will be alright. Was there anything else you wanted to tell me?” she asked.

  “The king’s wife is said to advise him on many things. They say he doesn’t treat her like the typical woman. You’ll want to wait to say much until you’ve figured her out. I just want you to be pleasant and keep her from being bored,” he suggested.

  “You really know little about the queen, Jorge. She is not a typical female. She is educated, like the witches are. She will sit at his side and be part of your conversation. If you attempt to exclude her, he will be insulted. He is very much in love with his wife and he respects her opinion,” she explained.

  “How do you know these things?”

  “When the war first broke out, the king came to the witch’s council in search of allies. His relationship with his wife made him the best man to send. Our kind are matriarchal and our females rule, mostly. It is the females that generally have the most magical power. There is always one male on the council to represent the men. We love and protect the men of our kind and the men in our lives,” she described.

  “How can a woman protect a man?” he asked.

  “You are looking at things from the perspective you have been taught. Magic is a strong form of protection. If I wasn’t wearing the necklace I could show you a thing or two, “she said with a wicked smile. “Even beyond the magic women can be trained to fight and some of them can beat men.”

  “Have you been trained to fight?” he asked, his eyes moving to her face as if to judge her answer.

  “Yes, I have had some combat training. I would have fought had I not been drugged when Knorris abducted me.”

  “What of later, why didn’t you fight to escape?”

  “He had soldiers quartered all down my hall. I might be able to escape a soldier that wasn’t expecting a fight from a woman, but I couldn’t take on a score of soldiers.” She didn’t think he could either and to try would have been fool hardy.

  “That is all we needed to discuss. Is there anything you’d like to do to kill the time?” he asked. His eyes burned making her skin heat. Now that they’d touched, all she thought about was pleasure whenever he was around.

  “I want you.”

  “Good, I want you as well.”

  “What will you show me now?”

  “Sometimes the simplest things can be the most enjoyable.” He dropped his towel and grabbed his bobbing cock in his hands and began to stroke it leisurely.

  Her mouth watered, her hands itched to touch him, and she felt moisture pool between her thighs as she watched him stroke himself. It was as if she couldn’t look away. Watching him was enjoyable and it made her desire rise to the point that it hurt.

  “Touch yourself,” he instructed her.

  She reached out her hand and brought it to her breast. Cupping one, she massaged it and felt its weight. Her other hand moved to the nipple and tweaked and squeezed it. Moaning lightly, she continued and saw she had his full attention even though he kept stroking his cock.

  “Boys learn to stroke themselves at an early age. I think we do it because we’re so proud to have a cock between our legs. Women have so few rights and are treated so poorly that it is a joy to know we’ll avoid that.”

  Understanding exactly that he meant it was not a good time it be a woman, she nodded. The witch’s society had once given women hope but there seemed to be so few left and many of those were hiding. Looking back she knew she should have hid too.

  One hand slowly moved down her stomach. She felt a thrill as he watched her and his eye lids were heavy with desire and his lips were slightly open as he panted for air. Her hand reached the apex of her thighs and her fingers slid in her juices and easily moved into her folds. She pushed her fingers into her channel and moaned at the feeling. It was naughty to do this with him watching and it was just as naughty to watch him stroking his long, thick cock. To see the shiny drop on the end drip while wishing she could taste it. Remembering his taste as it had exploded in her mouth the last time she had tasted it.

  Plunging her fingers in faster she used her other hand to press against her clit and she whimpered with need while her eyes followed every stroke his hands made on his beautiful cock. His urgency caught her too and she wanted to explode on her fingers when his cock unloaded his cum on his stomach. Faster and faster they both moved their hands and they panted hard. She felt a bit dizzy as she tried to catch her breath and she shuddered as her body reached the pinnacle of its need.

  Jorge had hit his climax too and as she felt her body release her juices as she watched white ropes of cum land on his stomach. His head was thrown back in a beatific display of emotion as his hips rose and fell. He bucked and jerked until there was no more cum left in him. His body fell back against the bed and she noticed he was slick with sweat. Two fingers of one hand slid through his cum and were full when he lifted them. He held them out to her. She leaned forward and licked them before sucking them into her mouth and removing every drop.

  His other hand grabbed the hand she had slid into her channel and he pulled it to his mouth. Sucking it in, he cleaned every drop of her essence from her fingers. Leaning back, a sigh of contentment slipped free. It was clear that her feelings for this man were entirely too strong but she couldn’t seem to help herself. It wasn’t as if she could escape him even if she wanted to, which she knew she didn’t. He pulled her over to him so she was pressed up against his body.

  “We fit together perfectly,” he whispered.

  She felt completely exhausted as she snuggled against his side. Sleep would come and it would rob her of the time she wanted to spend with him. This thing between them wouldn’t last. In her world people never stayed around long.

  It was hours later when she woke. This room had no windows making it hard to know if it was day or night. There was little to do in here which was probably the hardest thing for her to adjust to. As a member of the witch’s council and an owner of a magic shop, she was busy all day and rarely took a day off. Her huge herb garden and a small vegetable garden was tended by her. A small herd of bison that she used for milk and meat grazed the acreage she owned. She had poultry she raised for eggs and meat and a few other animals for variety. It paid to have all your needs covered in these troubled times.

  She worked hard to make her store a success and it was the most popular magic store that she’d heard of anywhere. It had never bothered her to work hard and it had kept her body lean and healthy. Her store sold charms, potions, lotions, soaps, and shampoos that were popular with the locals and once in a while a foreigner of means would come to her for a special need. Her ability as a healer was nearly legendary and while she wasn’t the best healer, there were two others with more knowledge and experience, she was the best one available to the general public. That was probably why Adame had targeted her and she had to admit it had improved her situation even if only slightly.

  It was difficult to think about the fact that someone had sold her out. She tried to think back to the day she’d been taken and who had been around. There’d been an old witch that her mother had known. She bought baked goods from her when she was too busy to cook. Bathzea had brought her a small piece of spiced cake and a cup of tea as a treat. Roxen often did favors for her and even sold things for her once in a while. There was also the young novice that worked for her and was probably profiting from her absence even now.

  It had been an unusually busy day and her cousin Terlan had stopped by on his way home from work. He’d picked up some bath items for his wife and dropped off some candies his wife had made for her. Those sweet treats were delicious and she wouldn’t believe for a moment her cousin would do that to her. There was only one more visitor that she would consider and that had been the Elder widow. She’d brought a new lotion to try and said she would sell her the recipe if she liked it. The wi
dow was poor and though she was a witch of some power, most people avoided her.

  Roxen felt nervous around her but she also felt sorry for her. She barely made a living from the swamp that she lived near. She had a long walk to town to sell what she could and buy what she needed. It was a sad life she lived, but would she sell out a fellow witch for money? There were three suspects as far as Roxen could see, her novice, Bathzea, and the Elder widow. She had possibilities but how would she ever figure out who had betrayed her?

  They all had the opportunity, they all stood to benefit, and any of the three had the ability to drug her. If she could figure out what had been used, it might narrow her choices. Any of the possibilities would have been slipped to her that same day. Her head had ached and her mouth had been dry when she woke. She struggled to remember more and realized it had affected her memory. That narrowed it down to half a dozen herbs. There had been a taste in her mouth, it had been a peppery taste. Yes, that was serpent tongued lask. It grew in the swamp, but it could be bought even in her store meaning any of them could have access to it.

  It had been a good try but the effort had been wasted. She was no nearer the answer than she’d ever been. It had given her something to do to kill the time and that was about it. Knorris had wanted her badly to go through all that trouble. He’d been a bit disappointed in her because of her do no harm philosophy, but he’d kept her anyway. He was the key to finding out who had turned on her but he would never help unless it was in his best interests to do so. It was just one dead end after another but if she had a traitor and she was sure she did, Jorge wouldn’t let her return until she knew who it was and dealt with them.

  She heard someone at the door and knew it was Jorge. The door opened slowly making her anticipation rise until she could see that it really was him. He came in and sat on the bed. “I’m glad you’re awake now,” he said.