Valen doesn’t answer—he just glares at her. But the witch has that crafty look on her face again—a look I don’t much like at all.
“Very well,” she says, grinning at me and showing brown and broken teeth. “Since you only licked the essence of my house, you shall pay for your taste with a tasting of your own.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, wishing my voice wouldn’t tremble so much.
“Why, my dear, I’m talking about the price you must pay before I set you free,” she cackles. “You must pay for your licking with more licking.”
“I’m not putting my mouth on anything in your house,” I say with a shutter. “Everything here is disgusting!”
“Ah, but I bet you don’t find your big, muscular Drake disgusting, do you?” she taunts me. “You’re supposed to be commanding him, but secretly, you want him.”
“I do not!” I deny at once, but my hot cheeks give me away.
“Ah, yes you do! I know a girl in heat when I see one.” She points one knobby green finger in my face. “You’re going to lick him while I watch—that’s how you’ll pay your debt.”
“What? But why…why would you ask that?” I exclaim. “What would you even get out of it?”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“I like to watch. If I can’t feast with my mouth and tongue, I shall feast with my eyes. Now go to it girl—get licking. Oh but first…” She points at Valen. “Pull out your cock, Sir Drake. Let’s make your pretty little mistress work for her freedom.”
36
VALEN
Irena’s silver-green eyes are so wide they look likely to swallow her face. I have to admit, I’m shocked by the witch’s request myself. I mean, what the actual fuck?
My first instinct is to refuse. After all, what can she do? She can’t force us to do this.
I take a step forward…and find that I can’t. I try to raise my arms but that doesn’t work either. It feels like invisible bands have been wrapped around my arms and legs.
I glare at her.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I demand.
“Merely a simple stillness spell, my dear Drake,” she cackles. “You might have mighty power on the outside, but inside the bounds of my house, I rule supreme. You and your little Mistress will do as I say, or you’ll remain here, frozen and trapped, until you wither away to nothing.” She gives us a snaggle-toothed grin. “Which would be fine for me, dearies—I’d have you both for lunch and dinner when you finally croaked.”
I struggle some more, but in vain. Fuck. We’re going to have to do this if we want to get out of here. Or rather, Irena’s going to have to do it.
I wonder if she will.
She’s been raised as a prim and proper princess, the idea of getting on her knees and sucking cock—especially the cock of a male who she’s controlling—probably won’t appeal to her. She considers herself above me, I know she does. Now she has to kneel and suck me—will she?
I look at Irena. Her pretty face is pink with shame but when I breathe deeply I’m surprised to smell something unexpected—the scent of female desire. Does she like this idea? Does she want to do it?
“Irena?” I ask, because this has to be her decision. I’ve never forced a female in my life and I’m not going to start now.
“I…I’ve never done anything like this before.” She looks up at the witch, pleading for compassion, but I see none in the witch’s narrowed eyes.
“So much the better,” she cackles. “You’re lucky I’m not making you ride him, dearie. Now wouldn’t that be a sight to see—you taking your Drake’s big, thick cock in your tight virgin pussy!”
Truly she’s sick—or else just an opportunistic voyeur. I keep expecting Irena to refuse to do this…but so far she hasn’t said “no.”
“You’ll have to let me go if you want me to do this,” she says in a low voice.
“So I will. And your man is rather tall. Let’s even things out—shall we?” the witch says.
The chair which has been holding Irena in its grip abruptly releases her. When she rises on shaky legs, it slides across the floor to me. It gets behind me and shoves into the backs of my legs.
