Chapter Eight
With a single strokehe slams into my G-spot, and I shatter again like cheap china, a scream of hypersensitivity tearing from my throat.Salem’s hands grasp my ass, holding me aloft against the shower wall as he plows into me with inhuman strength and speed.I bounce against the tiles, a puppet of flesh upon an immortal jackhammer.“Salem, I can’t, please...”I rasp, spots dancing before my waking eyes.
“Please, what?”he growls, never missing a stroke.
“I can’t—” I bite my lower lip and squeeze my eyes shut, every fiber and nerve alive and aware to the point of agony.
“You can and youwill,” he asserts, his claws digging into my ass as his spines erupt inside me, triggered by his will and desire to push me further than I’ve ever gone before.
An ungodly scream fills the air as pain wars with pleasure, a cacophony of sensation that blurs into a rhythm of anguished ecstasy.“I can’t.”I say it again and again, like a skipping record, but my broken refrain falls on deaf ears.He promised to fuck me raw, and raw is precisely how I’m beginning to feel...With whatever strength I have left within me, I wrap my ankles behind his back and tighten my grip around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as he thunders on.
My consciousness fades in and out, my awareness vague and fleeting between moments of stark clarity.Pleasure.Pain.Warm water.Light.Dark.Warm Water.On and on, until twice more my poor body almost tears itself apart, splintering on Salem’s cock.I feel like a live wire snapping and hissing, sparks flying on a dark street after a storm.How can any one soul take this much?I wonder.I’ve never enjoyed more than two orgasms in a single twenty-four-hour period in my life ...and now, I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had.Salem plays my body like an instrument, commanding it to his will as effortlessly as a professional musician.
“Please,” I gasp, bouncing on him as he thrusts even harder and deeper.“No more!”I don’t know if you can die from being fucked to death—but it certainly feels like it.
Salem nips at my ear and growls, the rumble exquisitely possessive and erotic.“As you wish, my pretty witch,”he whispers to my mind.He tenses against me, his muscles tremoring as he thrusts three more times.His seed erupts inside me, hot and plentiful.It oozes through me, giving way to gravity and mercifully soothing the raw and tender flesh that’s been so flagrantly ravaged to within an inch of its life.
“Thank you,” I breathe, as Salem turns off the water.“Thank you.”
My cursed Halloween lover carries me back to the bed.Unsheathing himself, his spines retracting, he lays me down upon the soft mattress as if I were the most precious thing in the world.He tucks the blankets around me, cocooning me as he peppers my face and neck with kisses, before dragging his rough tongue up my face.“Thank you, Mara,” he says.“For inviting me into your home and life, and for being exactly who you are—my perfect witchling.”
A fatigued calm settles over my soul and I blink up at him one last time, my green eyes finding his striking golden gaze.“Don’t ever leave me,” I whisper.“I don’t want to be alone again.”
Salem smiles and presses a chaste kiss to my lips as he strokes my wet hair.“After tonight, you’ll never be alone again, my beautiful Mara,” he answers cryptically.
With a smile, I close my eyes, comforted by the feeling of Salem climbing into the blankets behind me.He spoons me, cuddling me close, his damp tail flicking over to rest protectively on my thigh under the covers.As I drift off, I can’t quite believe how dramatically my life has changed overnight and how lucky I am.The dark whimsy of Halloween has well and truly infiltrated my life, entangling itself in my soulandbed.
It seems like one moment I was a single, lonely witch, merely praying to the Goddess and the spirits of the wild to grant me a companion, a semblance of comfort...And instead, a cursed creature waltzed into my heart, breaking and healing me all at once.Salem is unlike any immortal that exists, a unique monster born of magic, forced to endure centuries alone—until he found me.
As my consciousness fades with the dawn, shafts of golden light flickering through the curtains beyond my awareness, a vision assaults me with such clarity that I sit bolt upright in bed, my breathing heavy, my heart racing, my soul full of awe.I saw myself with a swollen belly, then time surged—as if stuck on fast forward—and I saw two black kittens...
I watched with rapt delight as they played together, twin witchlings with flaming red locks and golden eyes, gifted with my magic and their father’s cat form but not bound by the terms of his curse.They changed shape at will, whenever they pleased, fluffy black kittens one moment, and squealing, shrieking, giggling toddlers in mortal form the next.My heart aches with the beauty of the vision, at the thought of family ...at the dream of a life together.It’s more than I could have ever imagined.A cottage in the woods of Salem, Massachusetts, filled with love, laughter, and magic.
By the Goddess!I can’t believe it.I’m going to be mom!With my hand to my heart, I glance behind me to find Salem gazing up at me in his sleek, feline form once more, a deep purr rumbling from his chest.His gleaming golden eyes regard me knowingly, and I can’t help but smile.Turning over, I snuggle up, facing him, so that I can stroke his soft fur.“Sweet dreams, Salem.Thank you for fulfilling my most cursed desires,” I say on a yawn as sleep catches up with me.“I’ll see you tonight.”Then I let go, content, blissful, and eager to see what the future holds for us.With perfect love and perfect trust, a witch reborn, I plummet into the peaceful depths of oblivion.
The End
