My toes curl. My fingers splay out across his shoulders. My pussy muscles clamp so tightly that they make the Boogie man whimper. Pressure builds up around my clit. I’m so close to climaxing that one more pulse will push me over the edge.
“Alienor,” he says, his voice strained. “Stop clenching around those heads unless you want me to shoot my load before the incantation.”
“It might be too late.” My voice trembles in sync with my pussy.
“I. Will. Not. Spill. A. Drop,” he says from between clenched teeth.
The cockhead sucking my clit releases it with an obscene pop, and my muscles relax just enough for the Boogie Man to fully sheath himself in my pussy.
As his fourth head burrows inside, every nerve in my pelvis thrums with pleasure.
“Fuck,” I say with a gasp. “It’s in.”
My body feels so full that I swear I can feel those cockheads hitting the back of my throat. I’m panting so hard and blinking spots out of my vision.
“See how well you’re taking it?” The Boogie Man rubs up and down my trembling thighs. “Now, slide down my shaft and swallow me whole.”
I’m so hot, so slick, so ready for more that taking in the rest of him is pure ecstasy. My muscles twitch around his girth, trying to adjust.
Once he’s fully sheathed, the Boogie Man grabs my hips. “Stay still.”
“What’s wrong?”
He gazes up at me, his eyes bright. “This is the first time I have been with a woman of my own free will.”
My breath catches, and time stills for several heartbeats. I knew his wife put a spell on him before they were married but I had no idea she had been his only lover. This moment isn’t just a ritual—it’s the consummation of our connection.
“It’s also my first time,” I reply.
His lips curl upward with satisfaction, and my chest fills with warmth.“I want to commit this moment to memory,” he murmurs. “I want to savor the sight of you on top of me and revel in the way you squeeze my cock.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes for several moments. My heart aches at the thought of King Henry never having experienced true love, but my chest swells at the notion of being the one to heal the creature he’s become.
I can’t believe I’ve just lost my virginity to the man who terrorized me since I was eighteen. I can’t believe he’s willing to share his magic. Most of all, I can’t believe we’re about to become mates.
His cockheads twitch and swell deep in my pussy, setting off an explosion of sensation. I rock forward, making him groan.
“Alienor.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, my fingers clutching his shoulders. “I can’t wait.”
“Then milk me,” he growls. “If this incantation is going to work you will fuck me to the brink of death.”
As I raise my hips off his cock, one of the heads presses against a spot that makes my breath stutter. I grind my hips, chasing the sensation until I’ve built up a steady up-and-down rhythm.
The Boogie Man’s lips part and he gazes up at me like I’m the last wonder of the world.
“Just like that,” he says. “Ride me hard, ride me fast, ride me without mercy or restraint.”
“How will I know if I’ve absorbed the magic?” I ask through ragged breaths.
“The markings on my chest will fade.”
I slide up and down his length, my muscles squeezing around his girth. He grips my hips, helping me along, and hisses through his teeth.
“You’re a perfect fit,” he grinds out. “So hot and wet and tight. I love how your sweet little cunt strangles my cock.”
My breath quickens as he thrusts upward, rubbing against a spot that lights up my pleasure centers like fireworks. I never knew that sex with my worst enemy could be so wonderful.