“So, you’re a witch, huh?” he suddenly asked.
“What?” she stumbled. “Me? No way!”
“But, I thought…”
“You thought I was talking about a friend, while in reality it was me all along?” she finished his thought.
“Well, yeah…” he sounded confused.
“No, no…” she shook her head, laughing. “I really was talking about a friend. She’s half witch and half vampire.”
“Oh, I see, and the Sabbath is just around the corner, no wonder she needs it.”
“Yeah,” Mina nodded.
“Are you asked to attend?”
“Actually yes.”
“And you’re surely not a witch?” he eyed her suspiciously, as if a wart was about to pop out of the tip of her nose any second and reveal her true identity.
“Last time I checked, I wasn’t…” Mina laughed.
“Well then, you should consider yourself lucky.”
She knew he was telling the truth. Witches’ Sabbaths were always reserved for witches, and witches alone. No one from the outside was ever allowed to be a part of such a sacred ritual. At first, Mina thought it was odd that Reeba would even invite her, seeing that she was spying on them that night but they were becoming very close friends and Mina just assumed that the rules were probably much more loose nowadays than they were before. Maybe outsiders were occasionally allowed now.
“I know,” Mina nodded. “I’m actually very curious to see what it’s really like.”
“I’ve always wanted to see one.”
“I can tell you what it was like afterwards,” she smiled.
“Would you?” he asked. “That’d be great. An outside opinion.”
“Sure, no problem. And, thanks.”
“For what?” he wondered.
“For your help here, with this.”
“Oh, that! It was nothing,” he exulted, his whole face lighting up.
“Maybe to you it wasn’t,” she shook her head, “but, if it weren’t for you, I’d have been here for hours, searching for the right plants.”
“Some of them were tricky to find. That’s because of the temperature in the room, you know. It changes based on…”
But, he wasn’t allowed to continue. Overcome with joy and gratitude, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. It was an awkward, unexpected kiss on both sides. He didn’t see it coming. She felt the same, almost as if a strange force had overtaken her body and she simply received an order to do this immediately.
Despite its initial awkwardness, the kiss prolonged. Their lips never parted, not for a single moment. His hands found her hips, their bodies instinctively got closer, diminishing the distance between them. Her hands were on each side of his face, pulling him closer. She looked into his eyes, looking for a reply to a question neither of them knew about yet.
As his tongue found hers, she got lost in his kiss. She could feel his hands on her back, pulling her closer. She knew what he wanted, because she wanted the same thing. She couldn’t refuse him anything. It was like she was holding herself back from feeling all this time, but it was obvious that she had fallen for these guys, for each and every one of them. All four. And now, Thorne was here, by her side. She let out a long drawn breath, and before she could form another thought, his lips tugged away and in a flash, he was down on his knees before her.
Gently, he spread her legs, then started pulling her tights and underpants down. She was so wet she could cum right then and there, all she needed was one touch and she would explode right in his hands, leaking sweet juices, telling him how much she yearned for his touch. His head got lost between her thighs, his fingers stroking her labia. She shuddered. Soft and gentle, she wanted more, she wanted him to be rough, but she didn’t know how to tell him.
As if on cue, he pressed his tongue to her wet pussy, playing with it. His saliva merged with her pussy juices, as he pushed in deeper and deeper, probing at her very core, palpitating, waiting eagerly. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, making sure he never went away. His tongue was so expert, he led her all the way to the edge, then slowed down the rhythm, driving her crazy, preventing her from cumming.
She moaned, arching her back, nestling his head deeper between her warm thighs. He read her like a book. Her every wish, her every desire, he knew it even before she did. Now, his finger was inside, too, as his teeth bit and nibbled on her swollen clit. He kept pushing his fingers in, one, two, three, feeling how wet and welcoming she was. Faster and faster, she realized she couldn’t hold on much longer.