He enchants a series of incantations in a stream of old English mixed with Gaelic. It’s hard to concentrate on his spell with four massive heads stroking my insides.
A breeze sweeps across the lake, cooling my fevered skin, but it only stokes the furnace burning within my core. Pressure adds to the heat, building in intensity with each movement of his hips.
My hands curl around his shoulders as I ride him, harder, faster, toward the beginnings of an intense orgasm.
One of his cockheads grazes a spot over and over that makes me see double. Pleasure overwhelms my senses, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
The Boogie Man grabs my chin. “Eyes on me, Alienor,” he growls. “I want to see your soul.”
“A-alright.”
His chest rumbles. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to complete the first spell and fill you with my cum. Squeeze tight and don’t waste a drop.”
I give him a shaky nod.
With one snap of his hips, he sets off an orgasm that sends an explosion of pleasure through my core. It pushes past my belly button, into my chest, down my legs, and into my curled toes. The muscles of my pussy clamp around his erection like a fist.
“Fuck,” he roars, upsetting a distant flock of birds.
As he says the last words of his incantation, his cock swells then spatters my insides with warm cum. I tighten around him as though trying to suck the magic from his balls.
Every star in the sky reflects in his dark eyes, or maybe the orgasm is making me see celestial bodies. My skin tingles, my nerves hum, and my core feels like it's been set alight. The heat travels through my system, infusing me with molten power.
“It’s working,” I say with a gasp.
The Boogie Man groans. “Keep fucking until I’m wrung dry.”
My muscles twitch around his shaft, and my limbs tremble. “But my orgasm hasn’t finished.”
He bucks his hips. “The sun rises in less than three hours. You have until then to drain my magical spunk.”
I raise my hips until all four heads flare outwards with a stretch so deep that I feel it across my thighs. Aftershocks from the first orgasm make my nerves vibrate like plucked violin strings.
“Fuck.” I slide back with a moan. “It’s too much.”
“Alienor,” the Boogie Man growls. “You can take it.”
He’s right. My body wants to revel in the pleasure, but I’m still a member of a coven of criminals. Technically, that makes me a fugitive. Tonight might be our only chance to secure this bond before the Council comes searching for more witches to arrest.
I quicken my pace and build up a rhythm that makes him pant. The markings on his chest are still as dark as ever and swirl to form intricate patterns I can’t begin to understand.
Ignoring them, I lean forward and roll my hips at an angle that makes my nerves light up like shooting stars.
“Aaah,” I cry.
“You like that, Alienor?” The Boogie man grinds against me, putting more pressure on that spot.
“It’s incredible.”
“I could fuck you like this every day until the realms crumble to dust,” he says. “I could never get tired of seeing you looking so wanton.”
My heart flutters, both at his devotion and at the compliment. I have finally found someone who sees me. He doesn’t give a shit that I never had the right kind of magic.
A hunger forms deep in my core, urging me to continue. I ride him hard and fast until he stiffens, his back arching, his mouth opening in a silent scream. His next orgasm sets off mine, infusing me with even more magic. Instead of reveling in the pleasure, I resume fucking.
We continue like this all night. Even though I should be exhausted after everything I’ve suffered, each of his ejaculations makes me surge with power.
By the time the first signs of sunlight peek out from behind the distant trees, the Boogie Man’s cock softens until I can no longer feel the stretch.