But oh, how she wanted to.
It was so easy to imagine pressing up against him, tugging on his long, ebony braid as she pulled his head down for a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Spreading her legs invitingly and offering herself up like some pagan sacrifice.
If Aunt Glin could hear her thoughts, she’d be ashamed. Where was her pride? Did she want to be just one new notch on his bedpost? Did she really want to degrade herself with a man who probably wouldn’t even remember her name the next morning, who might even steal her power, just to experience one night of wild, untamed kink?
In the worst way imaginable.
Which was why she left in the morning before he arose, and didn’t return until he’d gone for his nightly prowl, information procured via text from her ever helpful, exceedingly nosy neighbors.
Her aunt might not have taught her how to protect her home from non-magical trespassers and busybodies, but she had given her a way to ensure this Z couldn’t get inside without an invite. She’d never have to worry about wizard or vampire burglaries, she thought with a snort.
If only there was a spell that could keep her away from her own window.
The couple was rooting through the fridge, giggling and feeding each other grapes and pieces of cold pizza. Her hands tightened on her cooling mug as Z spoke to them, and the two immediately came to attention, drawn to his compelling magic.
What would he make them do this time? Z enjoyed directing the show, that much she’d learned in these nightly peep sessions. He was like a hot, naked, very masculine Dr. Ruth, guiding them to the best sex of their lives. Occasionally he allowed them to stroke or suck him, but never to completion, and he never joined them in the final act.
It didn’t jibe with all she’d learned about the selfish sexuality of the modern day wizard, but Dorothy got the distinct impression that he was saving himself for something. For her.
“That’s what he wants us to think,” she muttered to Suki, who was now licking her paws at Dorothy’s feet. “Manipulative bugger.”
The show was about to start. The young linebacker lifted his tiny female up onto the cold surface of the kitchen counter, where she laid back; bending her spread legs in an impossible position that told Dorothy she was deeply into yoga.
It was obvious the young stud wanted to get to the main event right away, immediately positioning himself between her thighs with his hand on his cock. Dorothy’s lips curled. He was about to find out exactly what the wizard thought about skipping foreplay.
Z didn’t disappoint. The linebacker jerked as he held him frozen in place with a word. Good for him. And good for his partner. Yoga babe deserved more than a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” after joining him in this ménage adventure. E
very woman did.
Z walked over to them and ran his hand soothingly over the man’s tense shoulders, sifting his short, blond hair through those magical fingers. Applying gentle pressure, the man was guided onto the stool beside the counter, his lips soft and featherlight against the woman’s inner thigh. Z smiled at the squirming female and traced his fingers over her abdomen, up towards her small, perky breasts.
Dorothy felt the energy rising inside her, setting her mug down on the windowsill without though and following the path of his fingers over her body, beneath her long t-shirt. When he cupped the woman’s breast, Dorothy cupped her own, heavier flesh with a groan and the air around her crackled with power.
Would he like them? Dorothy had always been overly endowed in the curve department, but she refused to use magic to alter her body so, unlike her aunt’s magical nip and tuck sessions, she’d stuck to the normal string of unsuccessful diets instead.
Would he think her foolish or flawed for wanting to be desired for who she was, chocolate cravings and all?
No. She knew it like she knew her own name. What she wasn’t as sure of was whether or not he’d want her for her body or her abilities.
She squeezed her tender nipples, her blood heating and her hands trembling with a desire that had grown so strong over the last few nights it was driving her insane. She needed relief. She needed an orgasm.
Thunder rumbled overhead as her free hand slid inside her plain cotton underwear to rub her clit. He couldn’t see her. He’d never know.
The linebacker chose that moment to lose his patience. He stood and lifted the girl by her hips, flipping her onto her stomach. This time Z didn’t stop him, stepping back and giving Dorothy an unobstructed view.
It felt wrong, watching them this way, but she couldn’t stop. She touched herself, fingers slipping through her arousal as the young man lifted the girl nearly off the counter to fill her again and again. Deeper. Harder.
He pressed his thumbs between the cheeks of the girl’s ass, pushing inside while his hips thrust against hers. Dorothy could hear her screams of surprised pleasure over the howling wind and the crash of thunder that shook her window.
Yes. More.
She was close. So close. She shut her eyes and it was her on the counter with Z behind her, fucking her as if he’d die if he had to stop, as if his life depended on it. She thrust one finger deep, then two, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted to be stretched wide, packed full of wild, wicked wizard.
Her hair was whipping around her body and the wind she’d created blew against her pulsing clit and sending her careening further into the fantasy.
In her mind, Z was flipping her onto her back, her legs over his shoulders. His whiskey eyes were glowing, ensnaring her as he pressed in, deep as he could go.
“Yes, sweet Dorothy. That’s it. Come for me. Let me see you.”