I need all four of those bulbous heads, but most of all, I need to complete the ritual that joins us in magic, in immortality, and as mates.
If my libido wasn’t screaming at me to fuck him, I would spend a few moments gazing at his unearthly beauty and wonder how he could still want me, knowing I come from a coven of witches just as wicked as his wife.
I crawl backward, down his body, until something hard and slippery pokes my ass. One of his cockheads gives me a playful pinch, making me yelp.
“Those things have a mind of their own,” I whisper.
“Then you must tame them,” he says, his eyes blazing with a challenge.
He’s right.
I shuffle down a little further until I’m straddling his hips and staring down at his huge cock. It lies flush against his six-pack, a long red shaft with a flared tip that reminds me of a narrow palm with four bulbous fingers.
My throat tightens. My pussy clenches. The sight of his huge dick makes my brain return to its senses.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “That thing is never going to fit.”
“Your body was made for me,” he says. “We can make it work.”
I pant through my parted lips watching him reach down and grip himself around the base. All four heads stream with precum, making my mouth water for a taste.
“Place both hands on my shoulders. I will guide it in.”
“Alright.” Leaning forward, I get into position and hover my pussy above his shaft. “Ready.”
I expect him to raise his hips and thrust inside me, but two of his heads pull at my labia, stretching it open. A pleasant shiver runs down my spine.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking it one head at a time,” he says in a voice that echoes across the lake.
A breeze blows through some nearby bulrushes, making me conscious of our surroundings, but then his first head slips inside with a gentle stretch. As soon as it breaches my entrance, the second pushes its way in.
The stretch is so pleasurable that I make a low, keening moan.
“That’s my girl,” he rumbles as that head slips inside. “See how well you’re taking two tips?”
I squeeze around them, the pulse behind my clit pounding hard enough to reach my eardrums.
He sticks his finger into his mouth, coats it with saliva, and slides it around my stretched entrance.
“What are you doing?” I say through ragged breaths.
“Priming you for the third head.” His voice is thick and choked as if every word is a struggle.
“Yes,” I moan. “Give me more.”
“As my lady desires,” the Boogie Man says with a groan.
One of the heads holding my labia releases its grip and slips into my channel. I bite down on my bottom lip as it pushes, stretches, and fills me better than a crystal dildo.
My clit throbs. My muscles clench and spasm around the three heads.
“Shit,” I whisper. “It’s too much.”
He gazes up at me, his green eyes blazing with desire. “You will take it and love it.”
The fourth head clamps around my clit and sucks hard.