Chapter 36 #2
“I want you everywhere,” I pant. “Whatever you decide, you on my cock and her on my face or the other way round, I don’t care. You’re both so perfect.”
Jaga closes her eyes while her zmora prowls closer, dropping into a crouch by my head. She combs her clawed fingers through my hair, cooing with affection, and I almost sob. Oh, she likes me, this wild beast made of hate. She likes me more than the rest of Jaga ever will.
“Very well,” my poppy witch says, nodding sharply.
My belt snaps in half, and my trousers open.
I hiss when cold air meets the overheated, wet skin of my shaft, and Jaga hums, straddling my thighs.
She runs a gentle finger up my length, swirling it in the wetness at the tip, and I make an undignified sound of want.
My neck aches from craning it back, and I should stop shaking so badly, but my body won’t submit to my control anymore.
The zmora leans down, licking my cheek. She is a bit like an animal, yet not, because she is so clearly a part of Jaga. An uncivilized, primal part, whose red eyes brim with sentience.
“Kiss me, beautiful,” I whisper, and she chuffs with pleasure, then gives me her lips.
We’ve done this before, in the grass by a river, and Jaga’s beast devours my lips just like then, with unabashed, greedy hunger.
I kiss her back, reveling in the darker taste of Jaga, burned and gritty.
This is her hidden side, fire and poisons, and narcotic unripe poppyseeds, and I lick into the zmora’s mouth for more, getting drunk on this taste.
Jaga’s hand wraps around my cock, and I moan into the zmora’s mouth. She strokes me hard a few times, and it’s too much. I need her to be gentle, yet I don’t dare say a word.
When she straddles me, taking me inside her with a satisfied sigh, I almost come on the spot. I bite into the zmora’s lip to stop myself, and Jaga’s hot, addictive blood floods my mouth. I moan in pain and lust, shivering all over.
“Ride his face,” Jaga encourages her zmora even as she doesn’t move yet, warming me inside her body. “Suffocate him. He doesn’t have to breathe, do you, Weles?”
“No,” I whisper when the zmora pulls away, turning so she faces Jaga before sitting down on my face. “All I need is you.”
That’s the last thing I manage to say before I’m smothered by a wet, horny cunt. I get to work at once, licking and sucking, and Jaga rides me, as if to reward me. I stop for a moment just to see what happens, and sure enough, she sinks down and stills.
“Oh, you lovely, wonderful, fucking cunt,” I tell her, pulling her zmora’s flesh into my mouth so hard, it’s almost a bite, not a caress.
“I am a cunt to you, that’s right. But you like it, that’s the best part. Don’t you, Woland? Diabel. Czart. So many names to hide this pitiful, broken man underneath.”
I strain my hips, fucking up into her while her zmora writhes on top of me in an orgasm. Jaga’s pussy tightens and ripples, and I realize when one comes, the other does, as well. She breathes hard, riding me through it, and echoes of her bliss filter through our bond, liquid like hot honey.
“Fuck, I’ll come just from feeling that,” I confess, already fighting the pressure building over my tailbone, the hot, wicked tingles pulsing up my cock.
“I haven’t let you come yet,” Jaga says, her voice bordering on a groan. “Keep going. You can come when you earn it.”
Oh, sweet torture. I focus with all my might on bringing her zmora more pleasure even as I worm my way through our bond, right to the threshold of Jaga’s mind, where I hover, letting all the pulses and quickening throbs of her ecstasy ripple through me.
She’s lost in it, drowning in bliss, and I can tell she does not just like this. My love is stingy with her praise.
“And now?” I ask when another orgasm rushes through them both, and my mind grows white hot from the second-hand pleasure it gives me. “Do you love it yet?”
“Needy thing,” Jaga chides me, but her voice is an unmistakable moan. “You want me to say it? Try harder.”
I grip the zmora with my shadows and angle her hips differently, growing two thick, monstrous tongues that fill my mouth to the brim, suffocating me.
I slip one in her pussy, the other in her ass, and lick her and thrust, caressing her clit with my shadows.
More magic pours out, and now I’m wrapped around Jaga, too, attacking her clit.
She shouts and curses, her hips stuttering as she tries to speed up.
But I control both their pleasure with an iron fist, slowing down when it’s too much, speeding up so they catch up, until both make continuous, wailing noises.
I bring them to a simultaneous double orgasm, and the force of it ricochets through our bond with pain and bliss that obliterate all else.
The zmora howls into the sky like a wild beast, and Jaga convulses on top of me, heavy and rigid.
She can’t control her magic anymore, and the zmora is sucked back into her until they become one.
I rip my ropes off and roll us until I’m on top, rutting into her while she watches me with unseeing, dazed eyes.
I kiss her, and she barely moves, her lips open and pliant, letting me have it all.
“Is that enough?” I growl, burying myself as deep as I can. “Have I earned it yet? Say it!”
“Yes,” she whispers as a tear rolls down her temple. “You’ve earned it.”
I let go, pouring my release into her with a deep, vicious grunt.
She tries to wrap her arms around me, but they fall back down, weak and soft.
I sink deeper and focus, calling on the part of Woland I miss the most right now.
Jaga shouts in surprise and pain when my thorns embed deep into her, then strangles my cock with another orgasm, sobbing from too much pleasure.
Finally, it’s over. I am deep inside her after months and months of torment, and I will stay here until morning. No force will pull me out, and so I roll us to our sides, kiss Jaga gently on the mouth, and make us a nest of shadows to keep her warm and snug.
“Sleep, love. Ha. You’re too blissed out to stop me now. I love you. I love you. I love you.”