Chapter 44 Hers
Chapter forty-four
Hers
She eyes me for a moment, open and vulnerable, my girl delighted with what magic can do. I smile back, and it’s like we’re different people for a moment, a couple who’s been through it all and came out victorious, our love stronger than ever.
Jaga frowns, and the spell breaks.
“Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees.”
“Too scared to look me in the eye, love?”
“Yes. Now do as I say.”
I throw off my robe and position myself for her, shivers running down my spine. I have to close my eyes and bite my tongue not to cry out when she palms my buttock. It’s been a long time for me. So very long.
“I haven’t done this in centuries,” I whisper, not knowing whether I want to caution her to be gentle or not. “I didn’t go out much as Weles. As you know.”
“There, there.” She pats my ass affectionately, then spreads me open, making my breath hitch. “I am going to drink some of your blood so I’ll heal if necessary, and then I’ll do what you once did for me.”
I frown, not knowing what she means. Her teeth press to the curve of my ass, and I breathe out with force when my skin breaks, and she laps at me with long, obscene strokes of her tongue. I shake my head.
“You have no idea, Jaga,” I babble, craving her touch on my cock, yet perversely enjoying the lack of it. “I’ve never felt the way I do with you.”
“Quiet.”
She pulls away and smacks me hard. I groan from pleasure, and she does it again, huffing with satisfaction.
“You know, this is fun. A nice change of pace. I wouldn’t like to do this all the time, though.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it. Ah!”
She licks me from ball sack to asshole, and I finally understand what she meant.
“Oh, fuck! You don’t have to…”
“I want to.”
Her mouth is busy licking me, and I close my eyes, sending my shadows to surround us so I can see her.
She lifts her head to see why it got darker and smiles with amusement.
She spreads me wider, keeping her eyes insolently open as if to watch me back, and gives me a long lick.
I shake, even though my arms are strong and should support me without a problem.
“But this is so tiny,” she says, wiggling her tongue right against the opening. “How will a cock fit here? Hm. I suppose mine is just as small, and you had no trouble getting in.”
“There’s a spell I used,” I explain breathlessly. “It helped your muscles relax, made you wet inside.”
“But what’s the fun in that?”
My cock jerks when I realize she’s going to take me raw. “Cruel beast,” I whisper hoarsely, debating whether I should stroke myself with my shadows to make it bearable.
But we are so intimately entangled, Jaga seems to catch the gist of my thought through our bond. She reaches between my legs and slaps my cock with the back of her hand.
“You wanted me to make you mine, so this belongs to me now. Don’t touch it unless I let you.”
“Yes, my goddess,” I whisper, something inside me giving, a taut part loosening until I’m at peace.
I give in with a sigh of relief, and she strokes my spine, then moves up and grips the hair over my nape. She lifts my head slowly by the hair, and I moan from bliss, more ease flowing through me until I shiver all over.
If Perun chains me up, I’ll lock my mind in this memory to find solace.
“Good Weles,” Jaga purrs, scratching my head with long, smooth glides of her fingers. “Just like this. Give in. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whisper with a shiver, acutely aware she’s never said the same to me, no matter how much I begged, threatened, or cajoled. Something flutters in my chest, something wanting to detach and go to her, and I frown, holding it back.
What the fuck?
“That’s right,” she coos softly, settling behind me again. “Let’s stretch you a little so I can come in.”
Her lips press back to my hole, and this time, she works her tongue with purpose, pushing it in, slickening the way with her spit. I shake and do my best to relax, and soon, she thrusts in, that short, mortal tongue too little to reach where I need her.
“Fuck me already,” I pant, my shadows gathered tightly around her so I see every detail of her face buried in my ass, her lips sucking me tightly as she gives me her tongue. “Please. I can take it. I want to.”
“But I don’t want it yet. Be quiet and take what I give you.”
She pulls away and her fingers massage me slowly. She spits, misses, and it lands right over my tailbone. I snuff a laugh, and she spits again, finding her mark this time.
“I see it takes practice,” she says, pretending to be unaffected, even though I see her nipples, tight and horny. Her cock bobs with her every move, weeping with precum. She loves this.
She plays with me, penetrating me first with one finger, then with two. It’s bliss and torture, and I can’t wait to finally find relief even as I pray for this to never end. Finally, she slides her cock between my buttocks, up and down, not trying to push in yet.
“You fucking tease,” I whimper, horny and angry, and so very grateful.
“You had your fun making me come eleven times in a row,” she says with quiet menace. “I’ll have my fun not letting you come at all while I play. How does that sound?”
“Perfect and obscenely wrong, love. Do with me as you please. I’m yo… I’m happy to serve.”
“Yes, you are. A good dog, aren’t you, Weles? Eager to lap my blood off the floor. There you go.”
She lines herself up and thrusts, and I yelp when it goes in, hard and girthy, stretching me painfully. She gasps and cries out, stilling completely, and we both pant.
“Damn,” she mutters, her voice on the verge of breaking. “This feels too good. How do I… Oh, damn.”
“How do you make it last?” I ask, moaning and laughing at once. “Think about something disgusting, though I’m not sure it will work. Few things revolt you.”
“Mmm. I’ll think about you kissing Mokosz. Oh. Now, that works.”
She thrusts hard, and it’s jarring and filled with spite. I howl from pain as reverberations shoot up my spine, and she pulls back, slow and careful, and does it again. My mind darkens, and I’m in my hole again, and it’s Mokosz, not Jaga, punishing me with her cock.
“I’m sorry! I hated kissing her, I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Fuck, please, slow down.”
She grips my hips and pants hard, buried deep inside me, but she’s still, heeding my words. I pulse around her while she throbs within me, and it’s utter perfection. How could I promise I’ll let her go? Mad Weles.
“Did that hurt?” she asks gently.
“It fucking did.”
“I thought you loved pain.”
“It reminded me of a bad memory, that’s all. I am damaged, love. Please, be careful with me. But don’t stop.”
She sighs and caresses my sides and back until I relax.
A melody pours in through our bond, a wordless lullaby.
I shiver all over, hurting yet soothed, so very pathetic, so in love.
Jaga whispers a spell under her breath, and my insides slicken and warm.
She rocks within me with easy, even motions, and the edge of pain is gone. It’s all bliss.
“Good?” she asks softly.
“Good.”
“What will happen if you come? I can just keep fucking you, don’t I?”
“Yes, though it will be unpleasant for me.”
“Then you’d better not come.”
She grabs the pendant with my blood, murmuring under her breath, and my entire body seizes with a powerful surge of pleasure.
I exclaim from the rush as a magical force strokes my cock to the rhythm of her thrusts, easy and gliding, sweetly unhurried.
Magic flows between us, thick and anchored in my blood, and finally, just once, she uses it for good.
I relax more and more, warming and flexing around her, then maneuver my hips until I find the best angle. She nudges my prostate with every thrust, and I curse and hiss under my breath, struggling not to come.
“You really like this,” she says with satisfaction. “Such a perfect man. A god who likes to crawl.”
“I am,” I say eagerly, swallowing large gulps of air as I struggle with my looming orgasm. “I am the perfect man for you. I will be. So please.”
“And you beg so nicely. Let’s give you a reward.”
She stops, buried deep. I lose a shuddering breath, disappointed, but then Jaga becomes two, her zmora stepping sinuously away with a wild, wicked grin.
Jaga grabs my hips and urges me to come up until I kneel in the fragrant grass, with her still inside me.
Her zmora lies down on her back in front of me, spreading her thighs open, and Jaga gently pulls my hair, whispering in my ear.
“I want your cock inside her when I fuck you. Can you do that?”
I nod even as sweet dread pools in my stomach. “I won’t last a minute.”
“Do you have a spell for making it hard again after you come? Woland could fuck me a few times in a row with no breaks in between. I’m sure you can, too.”
I let my head fall back against her shoulder, and she kisses me lazily. I don’t pull away even when my neck hurts.
“I’ll do anything you command. I’m y… Fuck.”
She chuckles and gently bites my earlobe. “Trying to lie to me again? Naughty man.”
But it’s not a lie. I’m scared of the strange thing that happened when I told her first, that fluttering in my chest, a strange light pulsing through the bond between us. Gods claim mortals, not the other way round.
It shouldn’t be possible for me to be claimed. And yet, I will not risk telling her I’m hers.
“Good. Then put your cock in that eager cunt. Look how wet she is for you. We both want you so much.”
It takes a clumsy moment of shuffling around because Jaga refuses to pull out of me, but finally, I am inside her zmora, my body shivering from how hard I’m trying to hold back my orgasm.
Jaga braces herself on her arms, her thighs wide behind me, and rocks.
I’m not really fucking her zmora, but Jaga’s thrusts cause delicious friction, and I turn into a pitiful, moaning mess.
When I come, clenching tightly around her, she hisses and stops, digging her fingers into my hip as she struggles to control herself. I shiver and beg, my body a vehicle for bliss as I’m surrounded by her from both sides, the most perfect place for me to be, with two Jagas holding me close.
That orgasm breaks me a little, and Jaga’s caresses and cooing words of praise rebuild me until something heals, a bad memory forgotten.
“You did so well, my perfect Weles,” she whispers, brushing hair off my temple. “I am very proud of you. I love how you love this. It could be so good… Ah. We’re here and now, aren’t we? No use thinking about the future. Ready? It’s my turn to come.”
She takes me harder, faster, and I moan through it, ordering my body to climb that peak again so I can come with her. Her zmora snarls in pleasure, and I press my shadows between her legs, mercilessly attacking her clit. I need them both to come now.
Jaga howls, speeding up, and then their orgasm rushes through our bond, debilitating and ecstatic.
I join them, coming deep inside her zmora that’s just as infertile as Jaga, and I collapse, breathing hard.
The zmora kisses my cheek with a pleased huff.
Jaga pulls out and lies back in the grass, staring at the golden clouds lazily stretching across the sky.
I grunt and push myself up, giving her zmora a tender kiss. “I love you, too, pretty girl.”
She smiles, baring her sharp, predatory teeth, and melts away.
“Did you manage to keep it?” I ask, turning to Jaga. “Perfect. Let me clean you up.”
I lick her clean with attention and care, and she watches me with dark, sated eyes. Her shaft hardens again under my ministrations, and she shakes her head, tearing out clumps of grass.
“I think I’ve had enough.”
“Of sex or having a cock?” I ask, kissing my brand on her scar.
“The cock. Maybe both.”
She relaxes, and the magic changing her anatomy slips out of her grasp. She becomes a woman between her legs, and since I’m already down here, I kiss her gently and seek her wetness with my tongue. She sighs and lets her knee fall to the side, opening for me.
“I’d like to fuck you as Woland now,” I murmur against her clit, brushing it with my lips. “Please.”
She is silent, and I nuzzle the crease of her thigh with my nose and kiss her hip. “He misses you so much. It’s been such a long time.”
She stares at the sky with glassy, unseeing eyes. “I don’t think Woland ever fucked me just because he wanted,” she muses softly without accusation. “It was always a manipulation of some kind.”
“He only wants to be with you,” I say, the words out of my mouth before I can stop them, the “only” such a bald-faced lie.
Yet—I said it. I glance at her, my girl loose and relaxed, and my heart beats faster. She must have used up all the magic in my blood. Every lie it stopped, every time she used it to control me, drained that magic.
I can lie. And she doesn’t know it.