The muscles of my pussy quiver around the thick cockhead, making the Boogie Man shiver. If it were so simple to snatch a man’s magic through sex, then every witch would strive to have a harem.
Pushing away those thoughts, I lean back into his strong chest. Almost nobody knows the workings of the faeries. I shouldn’t assume that taking his power is impossible.
“I want my magic back,” I murmur. “But more than anything, I want to make love with you.”
“My cock has wanted you from the moment I crossed over into the human realm, but all of that paled when you captured my heart.”
Warmth fills my chest and makes my heart flutter. “I did?”
“For the first time in my entire existence, I can love with my own free will,” he says, his voice choked. “And I choose you, sweet Alienor.”
If I wasn’t flying over the ash trees, suspended by the Boogie Man’s thick erection, my knees would buckle and I would collapse in a puddle of warm goo.
Part of me already sensed the Boogie Man’s feelings. He was completely devoted to me as the hound, who connected to me like a familiar. As a man, he was obsessed, but somewhere along our erotic encounters, he stopped wanting me dead.
“When did you realize this?” I ask.
“When you made me cum so hard that I drenched the garden in spunk,” he growls. “You chased away my fog of frustration and fury, leaving me clear-headed.”
“Oh.”
“Even though I knew you weren’t her, I was still obsessed.” He pauses to inhale a deep breath. “I wanted you more than ever because I saw the goodness beneath all that beauty.”
I want to be able to tell him how much I share his feelings, but my mind is still a jumble. In one short night, I woke up from a magical coma, got attacked by a zombie stalker, and discovered the wickedness of my coven.
Despite everything happening too soon, too quickly, I would never say no to becoming a witch again.
“Pump me dry, Alienor,” he says in a voice that’s deep and hypnotic and resonates in my bones. “Fuck me until you’ve drained every ounce of magic from my balls. Fuck me until they’re withered and dry. And when I’m gasping and spent, I want you to fuck me and take that last drop.”
He cups my breast and tugs on my outer lip, making me cry out.
“O-okay, I’ll do it,” I say between ragged breaths. “But there’s one thing.”
“Name it.”
A breeze makes the trees beneath us rustle and blows in the scent of the orchid. Leaning back against him, I tilt my head toward the moonlit sky. The Boogie Man is perfect, but how can I phrase this without complaining or sounding crude?
I gulp.
“You’re just so big.” The words tumble from my lips. “One of your cockheads is nearly stretching me to full capacity. I’m not sure I can handle all four.”
The Boogie Man rolls my nipple between his fingers, sending sparks across my skin.
“Worry not, dear Alienor. You are already so slippery and slick. By the time I have finished with you, your sweet cunt will be ready for any number of cocks.”
My breath quickens. “Really?”
“And if it hurts, I will spread your pretty thighs wide and coat your sex with my healing saliva.”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper. “Do you promise?”
“I guarantee it,” he growls.
He drifts toward a pond that reflects the full moon and lands on a lily pad the size of a dining table. I’m still suspended by his huge dick, so my feet don’t reach the vast, round leaf.
My skin tingles with anticipation. I’m not just having sex for the first time—I’m about to perform some advanced sexual magic.
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