I did not expect to ever sire young, but I also never expected Grace.
Spent, I lower back down upon my orgasmic witch and, pressing upon her electrified body, revel in her sharp magic and the power it brings, addicted already.
Chapter 14
Hazy Waves and Silky Sand
Grace
I’m really late for dinner.
The thought occurs to me with languid ease, only to be immediately forgotten.
Lying back in sand as soft as clouds and water that cools my fiery, magical exhaustion, I relax as Sepher continues to pump into me. Except for brief moments when he pushes his body down on mine, blanketing me completely, or rears back with a loud grunt, he never stops thrusting quick and hard. His thick, round head spears me, so deep it makes me cry out on his harder thrusts.
He flips me on my front, and I lie my cheek down in the sand as he grabs my hips and raises my ass upward, pushing his thick, swollen cock back into my throbbing pussy. Every time, he fills me as far as my body will allow him. When his wide head hits my most sensitive patch of inner skin, sparks zap at the tips of my fingers, and I clench with a sharp inhale.
It should hurt. My flesh should feel stretched and raw, aching from his forceful but deliberate fucking without any real break. But there’s nothing except pleasure and the primitive drive to take everything he’s giving me.
Does that make me bad? Realizing how greedily I’m accepting what he offers, I can’t help but wonder if the reason I’ve never been interested in joining my mother’s coven is because I’m meant for a different kind of magic… a darker, more provocative, risky type.
Demonic magic. Sex magic.
His blood did something to me. That I know for certain. I feel less tired like it’s not the end of a long day. And the knot on my forehead is gone. But what’s most amazing is that I can endure Sepher’s incessant domination.
He presses his fingers into my backside and probes, and I jerk, wiggling my hips, caught off guard by the sudden attention there. My muscles go taut as he explores, soon replacing his fingers with one of his thin tentacles. Like eels at my clit and backside, they caress, rub, and probe at the same time.
I mumble his name, gradually easing deeper into the watery sand as I lose myself in delicious, shameless sensation.
He draws back and thrusts hard, wringing a cry from my throat and bursts of white sparks from my toes. His tentacles catch them, drawing the electricity out of the air and negating it, stopping it from spreading outward. His other two tentacles uncoil from between my legs to wrap around my thighs tightly, keeping them in the position where he fits inside me best.
“So good,” he groans, slamming me forward and hauling me back, obliterating my g-spot each time.
I shiver at the compliment, excited by it, digging my toes into the sand and releasing another wave of electricity. Moaning in response to his grunted approval, I lift one arm to reach back and cup his neck with my hand. He slides his own around mychest, squeezing my breasts, then down to my waist where he clutches me. He jerks back then sharply forward, and another climax rolls through me when his cock hits my g-spot again, battering it with its rough jab.
My body locks up and I scream, exploding once more with light, but he picks up speed, coming again in the midst.
Breathless once more, my thoughts are hazy and dreamlike as he goes back to lazily thrusting in and out of me and his tentacles return to my clit and backside.
“My pretty little witch.” He pets my back. “My power looks good on you. As yours does on me.”
Preening from his words, I look back at him over my shoulder. “Do I really have your power now?”
He grins and it’s devilish, his features edged with fangs and horns. He grunts and thrusts into me again. I blink tightly and gasp.
“You have a small fraction of it, but…” he pummels forward into me once more, “you have far more than that to be thankful for.”
I’d roll my eyes or laugh but right then he slides one of his tentacles between his cock and my opening and pushes it inside. The strange sensation has me twitching forward trying to alleviate the sudden extra tightness, but another one of his tentacles wraps around my hips and keeps me from escaping.
I start to protest when the flat end of his tentacle tip rubs against my g-spot and steals the air from my lungs.
“Like this.” Sepher leans over my back and whispers into my ear.
My fingers sink into the mushy, wet sand as he kneads the end of the tentacle hard into me, inside me. When he pulls back and thrusts his cock next, my body ignites in another orgasm.
Liquid spills from between my legs as I sag in his restraints, and he purrs, “Good girl.”
I reach between my legs to feel the fluid with my hand, surprised by how much is running down my thighs.
