We were standing inside a colossal library, and all the witches, including Morgana, were staring up at the millions of different books with awe and amazement. We were stunned into silence until Akira whipped around and faced me with a wide smile and shimmering black eyes.
“Unholy shit, would you look at all this?” she snickered. “This place probably grows every day. I told you she was literally a walking library.”
“I almost can’t believe it,” Vesta added as she craned her neck back, and her green hair tumbled over her shoulders. “It’s beyond impressive, Morgana.”
“Yeah,” I breathed before I turned to look at the bookworm. “Morgana, this place is seriously incredible… you’re a fucking genius, and this just proves it.”
“Thank you, Cole.” She blushed. “You’re all free to look around if you wish.”
We nodded and then split up to explore the depths of Morgana’s intellectual and overstimulated mind, and the further we wandered, the more expansive and cluttered it became. There was row after row of dust-covered books placed on long, golden shelves, and each tome was a distinct color, size, and style. The walls were a soft, velvety red, and the carpets were snow-white and littered with scraps of parchment. There was also a towering fireplace by the front of the library, and it cast a beautiful, warm glow on each nook and cranny of Morgana’s mind. Massive golden statues of different creatures, such as sphinxes and centaurs, were placed by the bookcases, and their eyes stared down at us as we continued to explore.
When we came together by the fire, Faye nudged Morgana and then smiled.
“What’s with the statues?” the redhead asked.
“The centaur and the sphinx represent intelligence and wisdom,” Beatrix replied instead. “Isn’t that right, Morgana?”
“It is.” The bookworm nodded. “They are some of my favorite creatures.”
“They are positively exquisite,” Vesta drawled as she stared up at the statues in awe. “I love it. Do you see the curve of the stone work? A master artisan crafted these. It must have taken them many years of work. Ahhhh, I just love it. So beautiful.”
“Yeah, this place is fucking glorious.” Penelope grinned, and she seemed genuinely impressed. “How can you retain so much information, Morgana? It almost seems impossible, especially for a witch as young as yourself.”
“I don’t know,” Morgana replied in a modest tone, and she shrugged her thin shoulders. “This is just years of built-up knowledge… I’m quite the voracious reader, it’s nothing special. I just really like learning new things.”
“Don’t be so humble.” I smirked at the brunette. “You’re fucking brilliant. Own it.”
“Cole’s right, it’s breathtakingly brilliant,” Beatrix commented, “and honestly, at first, I was irritated by your constant know-it-all attitude, but now I know why you’re always answering questions in class… Who wouldn’t want to show off this much information?”
“Thank you,” the brunette replied with a deep blush.
“Can we take a look at the books?” one of the twins asked, though I couldn’t tell if it was Ivy or Iris. “I mean, would you mind if we peeked inside and read a little?”
“I don’t see why not.” Morgana shrugged. “I let you all in, didn’t I?”
Once again, we eagerly split off into different directions, and then I quickly began studying the spines of different books along the golden shelves. As I scanned each one, I quickly realized these books were not just based off school material and general knowledge, but they also included her most precious memories. One of the books was entitled Grandma’s House, and out of curiosity, I retrieved it and then quickly flipped through the pages.
On one of the pages, there was a beautiful illustration of a small girl with long dark curly hair and rosy cheeks, and she wore a plain black dress. She was sitting in front of a small cottage, and she had a tiny black cauldron in front of her. The picture began to move, and then the small girl began tossing herbs and other plants into the pot.
“That’s me,” Morgana said from over my shoulder.
“But of course,” I chuckled before I gently shut the book. “I guess you were always experimenting with different potions, weren’t you?”
“It helped to pass the time.” She shrugged.
I placed the book back on the shelf and then turned to look at Morgana. She had a sad smile plastered on her beautiful face, and I frowned in confusion.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing… it’s just, I spent most of my life with my grandmother,” she explained. “I rarely spent any time with my parents before I joined the academy.”
“I see.” I nodded.
“Don’t get me wrong, though,” she added quickly. “I loved living with my grandmother, and I hate to sound as if I’m complaining… especially when you don’t even have any memories of your own before Scholomance.”
Her words cut into me like a knife. She was right, I had no idea who I was, even after entering my own mind. There had been no clues about my childhood or any other indication of who I was before I came to Scholomance. As I thought more about this, Morgana’s beautiful face instantly fell, and she probably realized the heavy impact her words had on me.
“Oh, Cole,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“It’s alright,” I answered softly. “Really, I’m okay.”
Before she could say another word, Akira suddenly jumped in between us, and she held up a blue book in front of her face.
“Look what I found,” the black-eyed witch giggled. “It’s a book literally filled with all of Morgana’s kinks and sexual fantasies, and Cole, you’re on every single fucking page, you’ve got to take a look--”
“Put that back,” the bookworm hissed, and her bright red blush began to crawl down her neck.
“Oh, come on.” Akira rolled her eyes. “I’m only on page three… and there’s like a hundred pages in here.”
“Akira,” I said with a half-smile. “Put it back, that’s an order.”
Akira pouted but stared at me with large, obedient eyes before she let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
“Yes, master,” she muttered as she turned away from us.
“Thank you,” Morgana whispered as she looked deeply into my eyes.
“Don’t mention it.” I winked.
We continued to wander around the library, and finally, we all returned to the front of the fireplace, but as soon as we stood in front of the flames, I noticed Morgana’s face was paler than usual.
“Morgana, are you alright?” I frowned. “You’re not looking too good.”
“I’m just tired,” she replied as she leaned into me. “I think this little adventure is starting to take a toll on me.”
“Let’s go, then,” I ordered. “Everyone, join hands and picture the common room.”
The witches obediently complied, and as we were whisked away from Morgana’s mind, the library slowly faded from view. Within moments, we were all seated in a circle on the common room floor with a pitcher of wine in front of us.
“That was fun.” Akira grinned as she looked at each of us. “So, who’s up for another round?”
“I am,” Beatrix gasped, and her hand shot up into the air like we were in class. “Do me. Do me!”
Akira cackled under her breath, and then Morgana rolled her eyes.
“Poor choice of words there, Bea,” Penelope scoffed.
“Satan, you know what I meant,” the light-haired brunette grumbled as her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. “Come on, let’s go inside my mind. I’m not tired.”
“Well, I am,” Morgana sighed before she stood up. “I’m going to bed… goodnight, everyone.”
We all bade the bookworm a good night before she stepped away from the group and then headed up to her bedroom.
“Alright,” Beatrix said with a wide, cocksure smile. “I’m ready.”
Again, we raised our wands and aimed them at the willing witch, and then we muttered the incantation in unison. As the spells all hit Beatrix at once, her plum-colored eyes turned milky white, and the common room faded from view.
After a moment, we were no longer sitting in a cozy, warm common room, but instead, our feet were planted on a cold and deserted beach. The sky was raven-black above us, there were no stars in sight, and the wind was icy and strong. There were no signs of any wildlife, either, and the beach felt dead and desolate. The sand was as black as the sky, and the water was a cold, dark murky gray. Jagged stones also cropped along the beach, and I could see frost coating the corners and edges of each boulder.
“Unholy Satan,” Akira muttered through chattering teeth, and she wrapped her slender arms around her slim figure. “You really are one stone-cold bitch… and I mean that as a compliment.”
“Thank you,” Beatrix answered with a smirk.
“This is definitely something,” I remarked as I looked around.
“It’s fucking freezing,” Vesta said as she furiously rubbed her lavender arms. “Can we go back, now? No offense, but I certainly preferred Morgana’s warm library compared to this.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Faye said through chattering teeth. “May we return? I think I’ve had enough… this place is simply lifeless, and it’s depressing… no offense, Beatrix.”
“None taken.” The light-haired brunette shrugged. “I’m ready to leave if you are, Cole.”
“In a moment,” I ordered as I looked out toward the sea.
It may have been pitch black, but I could still count the waves as they crashed along the shore. There was something forebodingly beautiful about this place, and I found it intriguing that this was what the light-haired brunette’s mind looked like. She had a dark, but stunning mind, and at that moment, I swore to myself I would eventually have her as well.
Then it was like my body took control over my mind as I stepped closer toward the rumbling surf. My feet moved toward the dark water, and for some inexplicable reason, all I wanted to do was submerge myself in the night sea.
“Cole?” I heard Akira ask from behind me. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t answer. All I could think about was stepping into the ocean, and as soon as my feet hit the water, the strangest thing happened. I expected my boots and trousers to be soaked, but instead, they felt dry. I peered down to gaze at the murky water, and suddenly, the sea began to glow as I waddled deeper into its depths. I could see traces of sea life underneath me, and it was almost as if I were looking into another world.
The water almost felt rejuvenating, and I smiled to myself as I watched colorful fish swim past my legs and toward the shore. Then I turned back to look at the others and waved.
“Come on!” I urged. “You won’t get wet.”
“What?” Beatrix shouted back.
“Just come in,” I called out.
Even from afar, I could see the hesitation on the women’s faces, but then my coven slowly started to approach the water. As they sunk deeper into the depths and neared me, their faces turned from confusion into pure bewilderment. The others slowly began to join them, but Penelope was the last one to enter the water. By the time we were all immersed in the sea, though, more and more creatures began swimming toward us.
“Look!” Faye exclaimed as she pointed to something in the distance. “I think I can see a nereid!”
I glanced in the direction she was pointing at and noticed something bobbing its head up and down along the surface. I spotted a pair of feline-like orange eyes, and then the head completely emerged from the depths. It was a green-skinned, female, humanoid-creature, with seaweed-like hair and glimmering blue skin.
“What is that?” I breathed in amazement.
“Sea nymphs,” Beatrix replied, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. “I used to be obsessed with them as a child.”
The creature spotted us and simply stared back. A long moment passed, but when she was done examining us, the nymph ducked back into the water, and then we watched as she swam toward the horizon.
“I guess she’s shy,” Akira commented.
“It doesn’t matter,” Beatrix sighed dreamily. “I’m just glad I got to see one. Even if this is only my own mind.”
“I see you have a great appreciation for creatures as well.” Faye grinned. “I most certainly approve.”
“Not to mention the majestic waters,” Vesta added. “I just love how the moon reflects off the water like a painting captured by an artist who knows their work will live long past their existence. I know I bitched about the cold, but this scene certainly makes up for it. I just love the beauty.”
The moon continued to shine brightly down on us as we slowly headed back to the shore, and when we stood dry on the sand, I turned back to look at the sea and wondered what other creatures were lurking in the abyss of Beatrix’s mind.
When I was done admiring the sea, I turned to look at the witches, and I could tell they were exhausted. Even in the dark, I noticed their sallow complexions and trembling bodies, and I knew it was time to return.
“Alright, let’s head back,” I commanded. “I think we’ve worn ourselves out for the night.”
We all joined our frozen hands together and soon, the ebony beach faded from view. We slowly returned to the warm common room, and most of the witches bolted toward the fire to rub their hands and regain some feeling in their fingertips.
“That was certainly a trip,” Faye commented before she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself.
“Yeah, it was.” Beatrix yawned and then turned to look at the others. “I think I’ll be heading back to the dorm room as well. That spell took a heavy toll on me.”
We all watched as she slowly headed out of the common room and then closed the door quietly behind her. No one said a word for a long minute until Vesta yawned dramatically, and her silver eyes drooped with exhaustion.
“Damn,” the lavender witch said as she stretched out her arms. “I’m starting to feel sleepy, too. I think we’d better call it a night.”
“Well, Luna did mention that mind entering was always a draining process,” Faye reminded us. “I’m starting to feel a little woozy as well.”
They weren’t the only ones. My own body felt weak and in dire need of rest, and it felt as if I were fighting tooth and nail just to keep my eyes open. I tried to shake my head and rid myself of the sudden exhaustion, but it was just too overwhelming to bear.
“We should all probably get some rest,” I suggested. “Penelope, Ivy, Iris… you’re more than welcome to sleep here if you wish. There’s plenty of room on the sofas… or in my bed. Whichever you’d prefer.”
“No thanks,” the twins replied in unison as they exchanged hesitant looks with one another. “We’d rather sleep in our own rooms… Penelope, are you coming?”
“I’ll catch up with you,” she answered with a dismissive wave of her hand.
The identical duo shrugged before they swiftly stood up and then headed toward the common room door.
“More wine, Penelope?” Akira asked with tired eyes.
“One more cup, and then I’ll head back to my room.” Penelope nodded.
“Well, I’m going to bed,” Faye added as she stood up.
“Me, too,” Vesta agreed. “Goodnight.”
I wished them goodnight before I turned to look at Akira and Penelope.
“Well, you two have fun.” I winked. “I’m going to bed… and my offer still stands. You two are more than welcome to join me.”
Penelope turned a bright shade of crimson while Akira giggled.
“Sounds good,” the black-eyed witch answered, “but we’ll see what happens after we finish this wine.”
I chuckled and then shook my head as I headed up the stairs and toward my bedroom. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was Alexander, and he was curled up at the end of my bed and softly snoring. I quietly placed my dagger back inside my desk drawer before I stripped off my shirt and trousers. Then I climbed into bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When I woke up, the room was pitch black, and Alexander was still deep asleep on the foot of my bed. I slowly sat up and then looked around my dark bedroom. It must have been sometime in the middle of the night, and I knew there was no way I could force myself to fall back asleep. I was far too restless after my dinner with Headmaster Ravana, and I figured some late-night reading might help put me back to sleep.
So, I gently slipped out of bed, grabbed a random textbook off my desk, slipped through the door, and then tiptoed down the stairs and back into the common room. The fire was still going, but I didn’t see anyone sitting in front of the flames.
“Hey, Cole,” I heard Faye’s voice whisper from behind me.
I whipped around and saw the redhead sitting on her side of the staircase. She had a thick green blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and her emerald eyes were wide with energy.
“You couldn’t sleep, either, I take it?” I chuckled.
“No,” she said with her golden-green eyes locked on mine.
There was something about the way she fluttered her dark eyelashes and chewed on her rosy lip that instantly turned me on, so I dropped the book and let it fall to the floor with a thud.
Fuck studying. I had a better idea in mind.
“Are we alone?” I drawled before I took a step closer to her.
“Nope.” She shook her red hair. “Penelope decided to crash on the sofa.”
I turned to glance at the back of the sofa, but I couldn’t see anything besides a small hand splayed out and hanging over the armrest. When I inched closer and leaned over the backrest, I spotted a peaceful, sleeping Penelope. Her long eyelashes were like ginger curtains that shielded her from the soft glow of the fireplace, and her wine-stained lips were parted open as she breathed softly in her sleep.
When I turned back to look at Faye, the blanket had slipped over her shoulders to reveal her plump, freckled breasts. They were practically spilling out of her sheer, white nightgown, and her red, thick wavy hair was plastered over her shoulders like a bloody waterfall.
“Come here,” I beckoned. “Join me by the fire.”
I quickly glanced at the sleeping Penelope, who was just a couple of feet away from us. The front of the sofa was facing the flames, and her face was glowing from the fire. The soft light highlighted her perfect features as she breathed steadily in her deep sleep, and I knew that if she woke up, she’d have a perfect view of Fay and I fucking in front of the fire.
Perfect.
“Yes, master,” Faye purred as she let the blanket fall to the floor.
As she sauntered over to me, I licked my lips and marveled at her hourglass figure, which was completely visible through her sultry nightgown. Her golden-green eyes were shimmering with lust and desire as she edged closer, and as soon as she stepped in front of me, I reached over and brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes.
“Take off your nightgown,” I commanded.
Faye smiled coyly at me before she tugged at the thin white fabric, and it fell over her body and spilled on the floor. As I stared at her freckled pale body and the small strip of red curls of hair between her legs, I instantly went hard, and my body jolted with fiery electricity.
Without even asking, the redhead slowly got down on her knees and then tugged at my briefs. She pulled them down, and her eyes widened with joy as my erect cock sprang into view. Then she licked her rosy lips, and her breasts heaved up and down with each raspy breath she took.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered, “and take me in… slowly. We have all night, and I want to enjoy you for hours.”
“Ooooooh, yes, master,” she cooed, but as she opened her mouth, she turned to look at the sleeping Penelope, who was still fast asleep on the sofa. “But master, what about her?”
“Did I give you permission to ask questions?” I growled. “I want her to wake up from your screams and moans. Now… do as I say and open your mouth like a good girl.”
“Of course, master,” Faye repeated as her gold-green eyes went hooded. “I can’t wait to taste you again.”
“Then shut up and do it,” I commanded.
Her red lips parted open, and then she slowly ran her hot tongue along the underside of my throbbing cock and planted small kisses along my member as she slowly reached my flared tip. Then her eyes flicked upward to meet mine, right before she wrapped her wet lips all around my tip and took me in entirely.
I groaned as soon as my dick was inside her hot mouth, and I shuddered as she ran her tongue along my thick member and moaned in pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of her red locks before I thrust deeper into her warm mouth and began to move my hips with more determination and fervor. As my cock fucked the back of her throat, she gagged and had tears in the corner of her eyes, but my obedient witch would never stop, not until I told her to.
“Keep going,” I instructed. “I know you’re a hungry girl, aren’t you?”
“Mmmmmm,” Faye moaned.
She closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure as I continued to thrust deeper into her mouth. I steered her head along my dick, and as she swallowed me whole, she moaned and thirsted for more of my huge cock. My tip hit the back of her throat, and I tossed my head back as she continued to suck and lick my length in slow motions. Then she slid her full mouth along my dick until she reached my balls and gagged. She stared at me with watery eyes full of adoration and devotion, and her cheeks were rosy red as she continued to bob her head back and forth.
“Use your hands,” I growled.
Faye compliantly wrapped her small hands around my cock, and she simultaneously rubbed them along my length while she moved her head back and forth. The combined sensations of her hot wet mouth and her smooth, hard-working hands was almost too much to handle at once, and I nearly shot my cum into her greedy mouth.
“Fuuuuuuck, yes,” I grunted. “Keep going. Don’t fucking stop.”
I discreetly glanced at the sofa and was pleased to see Penelope was now wide awake. Her large brown eyes stared at the two of us, and her lips were parted open in awe and shock, but as soon as she met my stare, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to go back to sleep.
But it was too late. I saw her, and I knew she wouldn’t dare leave now.
Not now that we were putting on a show for her.
I stared back down at my obedient redhead, and tears continued to well in the corners of her eyes as my member rolled across her hot, wet tongue and prodded the back of her throat again. I filled up her entire mouth, and she continued to grasp my base as she bobbed her mouth with slow strokes.
“You are doing a wonderful job, Faye. Your mouth feels soooo good around my cock.” I ran my fingers through her thick hair as she stared into my eyes with a deep longing and desperation to please me.
“Hmmm,” she purred around my dick, and she slurped and groaned for more.
I maintained eye contact with her as I thrust deeper into her throat, “Good girl. Don’t fucking stop until I tell you to.”
As I continued to fuck her mouth, Faye moaned and eagerly swallowed my precum, and then I shuddered as she slid her tongue along my shaft.
“You taste so good, master,” she whimpered, and then she devoured my length again.
“You’re hungry for my seed, aren’t you?” I chuckled. “Too bad… you’re going to have to be a little more patient.”
“Awww,” she pouted as soon as I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and then a wet popping sound echoed in the room.
“What shall we do next?” I glanced back at Penelope out of the corner of my eyes and saw that her eyes were open again, but she had the blanket tucked around her face as if she were trying to hide her deep crimson blush.
I looked back down at Faye, and as her red lips and eager eyes glistened under the firelight, it was clear she was growing impatient.
“Oh, master,” she moaned. “You taste soooooo gooooood. Pleeeeeease, can I have some more?”
“Be patient,” I ordered as I ran my fingers through her blood-red hair. “You’ll get everything you want in time.”
Again, I discreetly glanced at the sofa, but Penelope still had her eyes locked onto us, and I smirked in satisfaction. I knew the orange-haired witch couldn’t look away, even if she wanted to, so I turned my attention back on the eager redhead, and I grabbed her hair a little harder before I gently shook her.
“Get down on all fours,” I commanded before I released her. Then I took a small step back and changed positions, so I was standing directly behind her.
“Yes, sir.” Faye adjusted herself, and once she was on all fours, she arched her back like a wild creature in heat and turned to look at me with hungry eyes.
I had a magnificent view of her creamy ass and bright glistening pussy, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her wet, sopping tunnel. She was ready for me, but as much as I wanted to be inside her, I also wanted to take my time before I fucked her brains out. So, I stood behind her and slowly got down on my knees, and as Penelope watched closely, I began to tap my pulsating cock around the redhead’s throbbing clit and wet lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I teased. “You’ve been such a good girl… I think you deserve a reward.”
“Ooooooh, yes, please, sir,” Faye groaned as she leaned her ass back. “Thrust your dick inside me, spread me open, and fill me up. I need your cream inside my womb. Please, Cole. I need you sooooo bad.”
“You have to be patient,” I reminded her.
I continued to tease the sexy redhead, and my head caught on the slippery folds of her entrance. I was about to push inside her, but her gasps and pleas for more stopped me. I enjoyed toying with her, almost as much as I loved fucking her.
“Pleeeeeease,” she begged me. “Fuck me, Cole.”
“I’ll fuck you,” I relented, “but only when I say so. Beg me again.”
“Please, sir,” Faye whined. “Pleeeeeease, fuck me until I cum. Fuck me until I’m raw. Make me soaking wet from your seed.”
“As you wish,” I chuckled.
Before she could say another word, I slowly slid into her sopping wet tunnel, and a breathy, satisfied moan escaped from her lips. I prodded deeper and deeper, and her moans grew louder as I filled her up with my throbbing cock.
I glanced quickly at Penelope, and her brown eyes widened as I bucked my hips and groaned. Faye’s tight walls spasmed around my cock as I picked up the pace and thrust faster and deeper into her, and the redhead’s breathing grew labored as she panted for more.
“Pleeeeeease, don’t stop,” she begged. “I need you, Cole. It feels sooo good. Fuuuccckkkk…”
I reached over to grab her long hair and pulled her back as I thrust into her, and she gasped as I pounded deeper into her trembling tunnel. My dick slid in until my balls were banging against her full ass, and in response, she arched her back even further and rocked her hips as guttural groans resonated in her chest.
“Do you want more?” I teased as I slowed down and then pulled my hips back, and my cock nearly escaped from her pussy.
“What are you--?” she started to ask, but before she could finish, I slammed my hips forward, and she cried out as I thrust even deeper into her womb.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I grunted. “And so tight. You love it when I fuck you, don’t you?”
“Ooooooh, yes!” Faye panted. “That feels soooooo gooooood… please, master, don’t stop.”
“I’m the one who gives the commands,” I growled. “Don’t forget that.”
Before she could say another word, I slapped her ample ass, and her body jerked a little from the sudden sting as she gasped and moaned for more. I glanced back at Penelope, and her eyes grew as wide as saucers as Faye struggled to catch her raspy breaths. I continued to slam my hips against her skin, and then I slapped her ass again and again.
“Yes, fuuuuuck, yes,” Faye gasped. “Punish me, Cole.”
“As I said, I’m the one in control,” I reminded her as I pulled her hair. “Remember?”
“Hmmmmmm, yes,” she whimpered softly. “I’m sorry, master. How can I make it up to you?”
“You can get on your back,” I ordered. “Right now.”
“But, master…” she pleaded. “I’m so close. Please?”
“No,” I grunted. “You’re going to be a good girl and cum when I say so.”
The redhead moaned in protest before she moved her body forward, and I slowly slid out of her dripping tunnel. When she rolled down onto the floor and was splayed on her back, her golden-green eyes were filled with longing, and I smirked at the sight.
I slowly climbed on top of her and grinned as she bit down on her rosy red lips. Then, with our eyes locked, I reached in between her legs and slid two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy.
“Cole!” she gasped as I drew my digits in and out of her, and then she began to squeeze her freckled breasts and pluck at her pink nipples.
“Soooo wet,” I groaned. “Good girl.”
The redhead’s hands were trembling as she touched herself, and her eyes were filled with feral desire as she bit down on her lip. Blood trickled out from between her white teeth as I prodded deeper into her clenching hole, and then I reached down to lick the salty blood from her lips. When our mouths clashed, she pulled me in closer until our tongues snaked together, and I could taste sweet wine and blood. As our kiss deepened and grew more demanding, I crooked both fingers inside her pussy, and she pulled away with a surprised gasp.
“Oh, Cole, that feels soooooo gooooood,” she moaned, “but I can’t take it anymore, I need your cock more than anything in all the realms. Please… Please…”
“Only if you ride me until you scream,” I whispered as I leaned down and then nibbled on her earlobe.
“Y-Yes,” she stuttered. “Yes, master. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good girl,” I whispered as I pulled my fingers out of her hot, soaking wet pussy.
I adjusted myself, and when I was on my back, the redhead eagerly hovered her red pussy over the tip of my throbbing cock. She was about to slide her desperate pussy onto my dick, but then I grabbed onto her hips and dug my nails into her skin.
“I said you could ride me, but I didn’t give you permission to start,” I teased. “Did you forget who was in charge?”
“Noooooo, master,” she pouted, “but please, I need you to fill me up. I need you soooooo fucking bad, it hurts. My body aches everywhere. I’m on fire for you.”
I grinned before I began to bat my cock along her wet folds, and she moaned each time my tip was close to her spasming, hungry hole. As soon as I guided her body down onto my cock, her rosy lips quivered, and then her golden-green eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Ohhhhhhh!” We both groaned in unison once we were connected.
“My pussy needs your cock.” She started to roll her hips, and her movements quickly grew more savage and demanding as if she were riding a wild horse.
“How does that feel?” I grinned. “You need my cock to make you feel whole, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Faye whimpered. “You feel soooooo damn gooooood. I need you. I need you forever, Cole. You make me whole.”
I cast another quick glance in Penelope’s direction, and her lips were parted slightly as she stared at us with glassy eyes. I grinned as I turned to look back at Faye, and her freckled, pale breasts bounced as she rode on my dick.
“Ooooooh, Cole, I’m going to cum!” she squealed.
“Not yet,” I growled.
“B-But--” she started, but then I dug my nails deeper into her creamy flesh.
“I said, not yet,” I growled.
“Y-Yes, sir,” she whimpered as she swayed in circles on my cock, and sweat dripped between her breasts and trickled down her stomach.
I was nearing my threshold as she fervently bounced on my dick, and it took all my willpower not to explode inside her. Then her red lips parted open as she moaned and planted her hands on my chest, and her nails dug into my skin as I bucked my hips up and ground deeper into her hot, wet womb. She tossed back her red hair and then squeezed her eyes shut as her walls clenched around my cock.
“Coooooole!” she nearly screamed. “Please, master!”
“Alright,” I drawled. “You can cum now.”
As she came, she screamed out in satisfaction, and her entire body quivered on top of me as if an electric spell had hit her. Hot liquid gushed out of her entrance a moment later, and the sloppy sounds of her fucking me filled the common room as she rode out her climax.
“I’m going to fill you up, Faye,” I grunted as my orgasm matched her own, and then my cock pulsed as it shot a gallon of seed up into her waiting womb. As the redhead’s tight pussy milked me for every drop of sperm, my entire body convulsed with feral pleasure, and I struggled to regain my breath as the room spun around for a minute while our bodies took pleasure from each other.
Her abused pussy was sweltering hot now, and my cum dripped down her soft thighs as she gently pulled herself off me and tried to steady her strenuous breathing. We both splayed out naked in front of the fire, and we were covered in each other’s juices and sweat. The room smelled of sex, and our heavy panting echoed in the room.
When I finally regained my breath, I turned to look at Penelope, and I was surprised to see she was gone. She must have slipped out of the room just after we came, but it didn’t matter. She knew what she was missing, and I was sure she’d be thinking about it for the rest of the night.
“That was amazing,” Faye sighed as she snuggled up next to me. “I’m filled to the brim with your cream. It feels warm and wonderful inside of me. Thank you, master.”
I grinned as I looked down at the red-faced witch, and then I brushed a few wild strands of hair out of her hungry eyes.
“How about we go for another round?” I growled. “But this time, in my bedroom?”
She nodded eagerly and then made a beeline toward the staircase, and I chuckled to myself before I followed the kinky redhead back up to my room.
I planned to fuck her Wicca brains out until sunrise.