Be My Warlock Tonight

by Renee Field

  Cindy truly wished Lance wouldn’t speak. It was night and every cell within his body was overflowing with magic. The rumble of his voice was bespelled to fulfill every woman’s fantasy. For her that meant it left her feeling as if she’d been soaking in a refreshing peppermint bath…tingling her with want, desire and the mad impulse to put an end to his shenanigans on stage. Wait a sec, aren’t I his damsel in distress?

  “Save me, warlock. I will spell you a gift.”

  Shut up! Cindy was getting totally pissed with the other woman’s lovey-dovey-witchy voice. The urge to bolt, flee the crowd or zap the other witch into a toad caused Cindy to crack a smile. She laced her fingers together in a prayer-like pose and channeled her thoughts into her normal business approach.

  I will not give in to the urge to do a casting. I will not be tempted by magic. Reciting her internal prayer allowed her to gather her strength. She desperately needed that when a menacing roar startled everyone in the crowd. A green puff of smoke smelling like a huge pile of manure quickly hit her nose. Cindy knew that smell. Every witch knew the pungent odor of the drákon. It was something all Darklander witches were taught to avoid at all costs.

  No way. That’s impossible. It couldn’t be a drákon. Not a real drákon. That’s just insane.

  Sasha ran through the crowd. Openly, she weaved her wand here and there, casting what looked like safe shields around the patrons, who all looked shell-shocked. And who wouldn’t? There onstage in its spectacular battle armor was what looked like a real drákon. A flash of fire spewed forth from his mouth. The heat of it caused Cindy’s fantasy to explode.

  Standing up, she bellowed out to Sasha, “Hey, is that a real drákon?”

  All Lance’s sister could do was nod as she ducked a fiery blast the beast directed at her.

  “Save me, warlock. Save me,” whined the pathetic witch now secured to a beam.

  Where did that beam come from? Really, this fantasy come to life has a mind of its own. Cindy felt completely out of sorts.

  Lance however did not look one bit out of his element. He sported a wide, sexy grin. His blue eyes danced with devilment and delight, clearly savoring the challenge of saving the witch-damsel while destroying the drákon. Part of Cindy actually rooted for the drákon to make a meal out of the whiny witch. However, her tactic changed the second the drákon zoned in on her.

  Spellbound, she watched as the large, eight-foot reptilian creature made a lumbering move in her direction. Drákon were slow, but with their unique body armor that had flashy red rubies, green emeralds and shiny diamonds encrusted all over it, and with their ability to spew forth fire, they were truly a force to be reckoned with. Plus their love of eating witches was notorious.

  “Don’t run, Cindy.”

  Lance’s words didn’t make any sense. Every instinct within her said to flee the scene.

  “Hey, stinky-beast, come and get me.”

  Lance waved his arm and sword madly around in an attempt to get the beast to zone in on him. Cindy’s heart warmed. Now that’s my warlock-warrior.

  Sasha worked her way over to where Cindy stood. “I did not call forth that damn creature.”

  “What?” Cindy had clearly thought that’s exactly what Sasha had done.

  “That bitch-witch up on stage did this. I told her she couldn’t participate because I don’t like her and she pulls a stunt like this. To top it off, Lance thinks he’s invincible. He thinks this is part of the show, because she put a mind-spell on him. I am so going to kill her.”

  Cindy totally echoed Sasha’s rant.

  “And I can’t help him.”

  “What do you mean?” asked Cindy. “You’re a witch. Of course you can help him.”

  “Sadly no. She made sure I couldn’t. She cast a warding on all family members. Oh my, this isn’t good. I’m going to have to zap all these humans out of here. Will you help?”

  Numbly, Cindy nodded.

  “Human, humans, away, away, back to your homes you will stay,” chanted Cindy.

  “Thank you. While you did that I cast a spell on them to ensure they won’t remember a thing.”

  In the midst of the chaos now taking place on the stage, Sasha managed to smile. A feeling of belonging, of finally coming home, crashed into Cindy. “You’re welcome,” she mumbled. Cindy stole a glance to the stage area. Things did not look good for Lance. “Hey, why isn’t he using his magic?”

  “I’m sure that bitch-witch cast a spell on him too. I am so going to enjoy turning her into a toad.”

  “I thought you’d turn her into a lizard.”

  “I have my standards. I like lizards. I do not like toads. Plus, if I cast her into a toad I get to enjoy catching her and watching her hop up and down.”

  Cindy’s eyes widened. “That’s sick.”

  “I know. You do realize that you’re going to have to save him.”

  “Me?” squeaked Cindy, taking a step back, while Sasha ducked to avoid a blast the drákon spewed their way.

  “You’re not officially family yet. Save him. I’m going to call for reinforcements because that bitch of a witch never plays fair as you can see. See what I mean? She’s always lusted after Lance, and she’s taking great delight that she’s ruined my finale.”

  Cindy heard “lusted after Lance” and any trace of a friendly thought she might have had toward the witch onstage exploded like a wild broomstick.

  “Lusted? What exactly do you mean?”

  Clarification, that’s exactly what Cindy wanted. When faced with a business problem always get all the facts. If she didn’t like them, so be it.

  “Okay, they had a brief history but it really was nothing.”

  Cindy wasn’t sure she digested what Sasha said because her body flushed hot with a mad zap of magic.

  “Be still, be still, you casting evil will. Bind and gag you, I contain you.” The chant soared through the room and then whammo, eerie silence filled the space.

  “Thank you,” mouthed Sasha, making her way up to the stage where the bitch-witch was currently gagged and bound to the post, all thanks to Cindy’s spell. The drákon was frozen in place and Lance clutched his head in agony.

  “What happened?” His voice, still laced with magical charm, caused Cindy’s heart to accelerate and her nipples to strain toward him.

  He took one look at her and zapped himself beside her. Cindy knew she shouldn’t allow him to pull her to his hot, sleek body, but the magical part of her ached to do so. She leaned into him, inhaling that hot candy scent. Wait a sec, what am I doing?

  As if he knew her business mind had kicked into high gear, Lance wrapped his steel arms around her and with one snap of his fingers she found herself back in his bed, naked. As always the mad rush of the use of magic that fueled her cells through time and space left her feeling shaky with need. Slowly she opened her eyes.

  There on his knees was her warlock. His cock jutted out its own welcome as it throbbed at her. Lance grinned, looking mighty pleased with himself. And why shouldn’t he be? He got what he wanted. Cindy didn’t want to finish that sentence because she knew after all that had happened in the past few days she got what she wanted—her magical, Darklander warlock all to herself, and that knowledge truly damned her.

  Chapter Six

  “Suck it.”

  Her warlock was once again issuing orders. Cindy smiled. This was one order she desperately wanted to obey. Turning her head, she made sure Lance watched her tongue wet her lips. His eyes half closed with desire. “Put it in my mouth,” she boldly teased.

  He didn’t hesitate. Her tongue swirled around his cock, loving the feel of the firm column as it slid into her mouth to her gag reflex. With willpower she relaxed to allow him to push it into her throat. Pre-cum seeped out of him, the salty flavor of Lance an erotic recipe all on its own. Her hand wrapped around his base, allowing her to pump him as her mouth worked him with business-like detail.

  His head fell back with pleasure. Cindy turned to her side, enablin
g her to take more of his shaft into her mouth. With her other hand she snaked it up to his nipples, pinching hard. His balls bounced into her face. She repeated her action with his other nipple until both were tight, pebbled nubs.

  His caressing magic slid around her body, making her tingle in all the right places. While she was intent on ensuring he had pleasure, Lance also wanted to make sure he pleased her. She smiled around his cock, taking the time to lick the thick vein that pulsed for release.

  Lance used a magical charm to make it feel as if his hands were skimming all over her body. The effect was twofold—highly erotic but a subtle reminder he was a magical being to the core. She wanted to hate him because he easily embraced the magic that lived within him without thought. In fact he truly loved it. Maybe if I were cursed and could only wield magic at night I’d wish for it too. The morose thought flashed like a neon sign inside of Cindy.

  Lance pushed his cock deeper, willing her to pay attention to him. Blinking up at him, she noticed his sure grin. Taking the time to memorize every nuance of his shaft and testicles, she rose to her knees, ensuring he came along for the ride. A rugged groan slipped from his lips. Fisting her hand around the base of his cock, she pumped him hard, causing his six-pack abdomen to flex. His breathing grew shallow, his eyes closed and his hands fisted as he sought control.

  This was her time. Lance attempted to edge off the bed, yanking her blonde hair. She shook her head, keeping his cock wedged between her teeth and subtle tongue. Tenderly her tongue swirled around his wide column, and she moaned as the salty flavor of him settled into her.

  “Cindy, I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

  Lance’s admission was all she needed. With a sexy witch smile full of magical charm Cindy decided to go for it. Chanting the magical charm in her head, she did as he had—making it feel as if her hands were all over his body. He muffled a curse and bucked his hips up, causing her to momentarily gag as the fullness of his cock got crammed down her throat. She’d pushed him past the point of no return. The mantle of control Lance wore tore free and she welcomed it. His hips pumped into her mouth and she opened wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. Her hands moved to his heavy sac, grasping it with one hand while moving a delicate finger to play with the crack of his ass.

  He stilled, breathing deep, trying once again to assert control. She didn’t want that. Without thought to the consequences, Cindy let a finger wedge deep into the tight hole of his ass. He gave one last thrust—grasping her head to ensure she didn’t escape. Then he came, the hot spurt of his seed raining down into her mouth, filling her. She gulped, tasting his magical essence, loving the salty and sweet flavor of him. Licking him clean, she flopped onto her back.

  “You like?”

  Lance gave her a long, thorough hot look that set Cindy’s body and mind on fire. There was something telling, something that had changed because she’d dared take control. A shiver of desire swamped her magical senses.

  She thought his kiss would be brutal. It was the exact opposite. Featherlight, he took her slightly swollen bottom lip into his mouth, tasting his own passion. She yielded, opening her mouth to his loving lips. And it was loving. It wasn’t a taking or a thank you. No, in her heart Cindy sensed the difference.

  The melding of their combined magical energy coalesced into one entity with the power of his kiss. Her heart went straight into overdrive with the realization this was beyond her control. This was pure, unbridled universal-soul power, eating her alive with passion. She had no control over her emotions and realized no amount of business sense would save her from falling magically in love with Lance.

  Lance wanted the feel of his body on top of Cindy’s. He wanted her breasts pushing into his chest, he needed the feel of his still-hard cock against her slick cunt and he had to have those blue eyes that looked so sexy with want and filled with magic watching him as he took her.

  His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the lovely Darklander witch lying beneath him. Her long, cascading blonde hair spilled with a life of its own around his pillows. Her hot, melting candy scent reminded him of a bouquet of fresh flowers with a hint of cinnamon as it filled his bedroom. He couldn’t have been happier. Her body hummed with magic. Now that she’d given in to her magical essence, varying shades of yellow colors surrounded her with brilliance. It was like looking at a Goddess come to life—warrior and lover sinfully combined into the best magical beauty of all time.

  “I love you.”

  Lance had no idea where the words came from. Cindy’s eyes popped open, the effect showcasing the surprise and fear his words had evoked.

  “No, you do not. You’re just saying that because of the curse.”

  Her easy answer didn’t sit well with him. He leaned back, crouching, still needing to be seated between the vee of her thighs, wanting to see the slick dew of her pussy that screamed she was ready for the taking. He liked that. Cindy wasn’t shy, didn’t cower in the bedroom pretending she didn’t enjoy what they were doing. She was the type of woman, type of witch who relished all the ways they could fuck. A hot, fast-pounding fuck or a slow, tender loving one suited her fine. Depending on her mood she could be just as dirty, just as ferocious or inventive as him. Lance ran his hands through his tousled hair.

  It wasn’t like him to casually throw out meaningless words. That wasn’t the warlock he was or the man he could be. He hadn’t thought about the impact of his words but he realized he meant them.

  “The curse has nothing to do with it and you know it.”

  She attempted to prop herself up onto her elbows. He leaned over her, keeping her in her prone position.

  “The curse has everything to do with it.”

  She looked angry and scared. Lance wished he was angry but he wasn’t. He no longer quested for revenge on the Stephanopoulos witches—it no longer mattered. The only thing important to him was Cindy. He wanted her. Now and always and it was about time he became the Darklander warlock he was and fully made her his.

  In his heart Lance knew he should ask permission but he was afraid she’d rebuff him.

  “You pick. Do you want me to fuck you or love you?”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me.”

  Her clipped answer was all bravado and he knew it. “Turn over, on your knees now.”

  Oh he was going to take her, just not how she expected. Cindy gave him a coy look, following his instructions, flashing her ass high, letting him know she was attempting to take control.

  He pushed her face into his pillow and leaned all his weight onto her. She groaned. He knew exactly how she felt. The heat of their bodies was like the Darklander outer realm, full of hot magic. Lance’s hands circled her waist, toying with her belly as he made his way to her heaving breasts. He tweaked first one nipple and then the other. Cindy’s head thrashed around on the pillow as she gave in to the passion surging through her body. Widening her stance, Lance took his cock in hand, sliding it over her wet cunt. She whimpered. He was tempted to plunge it into her pussy, pounding her with his lust, but she’d wanted to fuck so he was going to do it his way.

  Lance moved his cock to the crack of her ass, letting his pre-cum slide along the tight crease. She tensed for a moment and then relaxed. He pushed his shaft against her tight hole, watching her body’s reaction.

  “Relax,” he said, wedging it a fraction of an inch inside her ass.

  “What are you doing?” A cautionary note crept into her voice but it wasn’t fear. That pleased him.

  “Fucking you…like you asked. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

  Slowly and with care Lance used a bit of magic to lube Cindy’s virgin hole. Then he played with her sensitive area until she relaxed and then pushed a finger into her. She whimpered with newfound desire.

  “You okay?” asked Lance.

  Cindy turned her head to look at him. “So far I’m loving it.”

  Without further ado, Lance moved his body up over hers. With magic he lubed his cock agai
n and grinned at the cool tingly feeling the lotion induced on his engorged penis. Then he pushed his cock all the way into her hole. She stilled. He gave her a minute to adjust to his size and then slowly withdrew.

  “More,” she said, panting.

  Grinning, he pumped his cock back inside, this time snaking a hand around to her front to play with her wet pussy. His fingers easily found her pebbled nub and he tweaked it hard.

  Cindy leveraged her ass to meet him. The sensation of him filling her ass was something she’d never thought she would enjoy, but Lance had used his magic to read her mind and it pleased him knowing he was able to awaken a new pleasure spot on her body. Lance kept up his play with her nub. She bounded back on her knees to meet his thrusts while he kept plunging his cock into her ass until the urge to come once again took hold of him. Gripping her hips, he came long and hard inside her. Ensuring she followed suit, he patted her hard achy clit, sending her into an orgasm that had her inner muscles clenching around him in pleasure.

  Withdrawing slowly, he flashed a warm basin of water and towel to the side of his bed. Lance lovingly used the warm wash cloth to clean Cindy and himself. Then he flashed them both to his warm Jacuzzi.

  Cindy used magic to bind her hair up off her shoulders, ensuring it didn’t get soaked. Soft, light gold tendrils slid down both sides of her face, evoking a girlish pose. Usually Cindy was all polished business but no longer. She seemed softer, more refined and he loved her all the more for it.

  “You said you were going to fuck me.”

  “Did I?” Lance moved toward her, bridging the small gap separating them.

  “You did.”

  It was a strange argument and Lance knew she used the harsh words in her attempt to claim he didn’t love her.

  “You just want me to say it again, don’t you?” His teasing words caused a sad smile to flirt across her face.

  “I’m not lovable?”

  “Says who?” He braced his arms on either side of her body as it lay against the sides of the Jacuzzi.