“Anything I want?” I asked, running my hand over his chest.
My face must have looked maniacal because he chuckled. “Of course you want to do something to me.” Even his smile screamed condescending. “Anything you can think of, I can take.”
The perfect test flashed in my mind. How would my Elf–I mean, Rat Face—like a little sterility spell? It wasn’t permanent, and it wouldn’t harm him. The one for men turned out to be a special surprise. This I learned how to do, even if Rue always completed the spell for me. The sigil required only a moment to cast–requested as often as the love spells. I should have slapped it on him before we clashed together against our better judgement, but I never thought it would go this far.
“I won’t hold it against you if you want to cry.”
“Wha-”
My fingertips drew the sigil just above his dickand I activated it with all the power I had brewing inside me. Noth arched off the bed of moss, arms stiffening at his sides, teeth clenched hard enough to shatter, taking me with him for a wild ride. The spell mimicked all the weight of a woman’s labor and used it to devour the life out of his come, so it was no wonder tears leaked from his eyes. I had just never seen this much power behind it.
“I hope you don't want kids anytime soon.” It was mainly a bluff. The spell would only activate for me and only for a few months. He should be dead by that point.
If this worked, would my magic kill him? While Noth writhed beneath me, I checked on that well of energy inside me and found it almost empty. No! I needed it. Using the last of it to draw a cooling sigil on his chest, I gripped a fistful of Noth’s hair.
“Do it again!”
“With pleasure,” he snarled.
The moss met my back, a large hand sprawled across my chest to hold me down while he towered over me. Noth should have punished me for that little trick. His gaze bored into my eyes as he purposefully drew back and crammed all four fingers inside me as far as they would go. It hurt; it felt divine. All the breath left my body as Noth set a punishing pace. He teased me before and now he played my body like his instrument. The motion of his fingers jarred something loose close to my heart. Why wasn’t he hurting me like I deserved?
“That poor mind is working hard enough to break. I must not be doing my job if you can still think.”
Holding on to the ends of his hair, at least he wouldn’t drive me into the ground without consequences as he twisted his wrist and all of his knuckles dragged over my walls. But he was right about my magic. I aligned my chakras, looked at the well of power and it filled again even as my pleasure tightened further and further to the sticking point. Something else reached out in that space but it tore away too fast for me to figure out what it was.
“No wonder you’re such an arrogant son of a wispmother.” I tugged a bit on his hair and he gripped my hip harder. I would have bruises in the morning but they already felt more like marks of possession than pain.
“You understand now?” His smile held a hint of fang.
“How insufferable you are?”
“How you need this?” He swiveled his hand and my eyes crossed. “Now beg.”
Noth held his thumb just above my clit.
“Suck on a thistle.”
The glow of Noth’s eyes filled the space. His thumb flicked my clit. “Bad girl.”
Embarrassingly, that’s all it took and we both tipped over the edge to sweet oblivion. I think I choked out, “Please, please, please.”
My mouth had a mind of its own as Noth filled me to the brim with power, his come splashing over mystomach.
A resounding boom exploded the thicket with a burst of life. Leaves unfurled. Trunks thickened. Vines reclaimed fallen logs. Dead undergrowth shivered with life on the forest floor.
“You?” I asked, my voice husky.
“Us,” he replied.
Sure enough, my power vanished. Into the trees, apparently. Goddsdamnit. This was not happening again just to power up, no matter how delicious my magic felt. I slid off Noth’s hand in a rage.
The grass outside the bower was ridiculously soft. I stomped on it for good measure.
“Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Hey hey hey.”
I nearly tore a hole in my leather leggings trying to stuff my leg into them.
“Maggie!” Noth stilled my hands on my linen shirt.
