22. Chapter XXII
Chapter XXII
Jaxon
“ J ax, that you?” Adrian called out.
A cloud of smoke followed him down the hall as he walked to meet me in the living room.
Gluttony at his finest, I thought, rolling my eyes as I inhaled the stench of marijuana.
“Have you checked your Witch’s cameras lately?” He asked.
“No, I’ve been with her all evening. Why?” I asked, pulling up the live video stream on my phone.
“I looked in on the footage earlier-, I was just checking the feed,” he said as I narrowed my eyes. “Anyway, I saw that fuckhead creeping around her shop trying to get in. What are we doing about him?”
With a sigh I sat down on the couch and poured myself a drink from the bar cart beside me.
“Nothing. For now. Emily wants to take care of it herself, but if she doesn’t soon then I’ll track him down and kill him myself.”
He watched me for a while before he nodded silently and took a seat beside me.
“And what of Killian?” He asked.
“Father has demanded that I come home, but Emily is going to look into things while I’m away. She thinks she may know of a way to find him. Just do me a favor and check in on her from time to time while I’m gone. I don’t like that I’ll be away with everything going on right now,” I told him before throwing back my bourbon and pouring another.
“Fuck, man. If you need me to take lead on the search for a while so that you don’t -”
“I’ll be fine Gula, you focus your research on the Dark Hearts . Look into Emily’s friend Charlie some more, as well. We need answers for father soon or he’s going to blow a damn gasket. Anyway, I’m sure the call home is nothing,” I lied.
It didn’t matter how many times I willed it to be true, crossing Satan was never a good idea, even if he was my father.
There was no point in Adrian getting messed up in all of this as well. I’d disobeyed a direct order from Lucifer and I’d pay whatever price he demanded of me in return. There was no way that I was giving Emily up, but I’d take whatever punishment he threw my way.
I tried to put that from my mind for now; there was no point in dwelling on things I had no answers to, and instead focused on something a little more in Adrian’s wheel house.
“Hey, what do you know of Demons and Witches? More specifically, Demons and a Witch’s Familiar?” I asked.
He was older than me by a few decades and always had his nose in a book, researching and learning everything, so if anyone knew the connection there, I was betting it was him.
“A bit. What do you wanna know?” He asked, rubbing his hand along his jaw and scratching his claws through his short beard thoughtfully.
“How common is it for anyone other than the bonded Witch to hear a Familiar?” I asked, leaning forward and swirling my drink.
“Well, it’s not. Unless you’re Maritus , which is extremely uncommon amongst Witches and Demons. The only known cases involve Divine or Demonic heritage within the Witch’s bloodline. Why do you ask?” He asked as he stood and pulled out a joint.
Mates.
Was it really possible that I’d finally found the other half of my soul? If so, then that would mean that she was a descendant on one side or another, and now I had more questions than I had answers. I left him in the living room without another word as he lit up his joint.
After tasting my Witches sweet pussy and absorbing her sexual essence, I was left aching and needed to cool down. That and as always, I couldn’t get her off my mind. Pulling up our text thread I quickly shot off a text, expecting her to be asleep.
Thinking about you, Sweet Witch.
Hope you sleep well. Xx
As I stripped off my clothes and went to set my phone down, it vibrated with an incoming message.
What are you up to?
About to get in the shower.
You?
Laying in bed.
I can’t stop thinking about earlier.
Oh, me either baby, I thought, turning on the water to the shower.
What is it that you’re thinking about?
There was a long pause while I grabbed a towel and stepped into the shower.
Honestly? What it would be like to fuck you.
I let out a loud groan. Wrapping my hand around one of my stiff cocks, I held my phone away from the water as I sent my reply.
Is that so?
I want to eat that sweet cunt again until you drench me.
Then I'd like to fill you up & watch my cum drip down your thighs.
Although, once it all dripped out, I'd have to fuck her again to fill her back up. I shivered as I thought about breeding my Sweet Witch.
What are you doing right now?
Fuck.
I’m picturing your head between my thighs again.
My hand picked up pace, coasting over the studs of my piercings and making me moan as I remembered the way she tasted. The way she’d held onto me for dear life, screaming my name as she came on my tongue.
Mmmm
Are you wet for me, baby?
Yes.
Fuuuck.
A tingling sensation grew inmy balls and I had to squeeze my base just to slow down my climax. My Sweet Witch liked to play and I was enjoying this game.
Are you touching yourself?
Maybe.
I'm rubbing my clit.
Fuck, Little Witch.
Push two fingers into that pretty pussy.
Can you do that for me?
Pre-cum dripped from the tip of my cocks and I pictured her knuckles buried deep in her cunt, trying to reach the places that only my tongue and cocks could touch.
Jax, I’m so close.
Not yet, baby.
Be a good girl and pull those fingers out.
I want you to rub your clit for me.
I need to cum.
Be patient.
Slowly push your fingers back in, but make sure to use your palm to rub your clit.
I want you to curve your fingers and rub fast.
Just like my tongue.
Got it?
Fuck your hand and picture it’s me, baby.
Setting my phone down on the corner of the tub furthest from the water, I braced one hand against the shower wall and gripped both of my firm cocks in my wide hand, my fingers grazing against the studs of the piercing of my bottom cock as the piercings of my other pushed into it in my firm grip.
Just the thought of my Sweet Witch doing what I told her to do was enough, but fuck if it didn’t set me on fire to know that she wanted everything I was willing to give her.
My hand slid up and down the barbells of my lower cock, taking care to rub the slits of both tips before sliding all the way down my shafts again. All the while, picturing her writhing and coming beneath me.
Heat licked my spine as my orgasm built and I growled low in my chest as I pictured her tight holes strangling my cocks.
Giving the heads of both one last tug, I growled through my release and painted the shower wall in my thick cum.
Fucking Hell, this Witch had a spell over me.
Fuck, Jax.
That was amazing.
Would have been better if it was your cock though.
Did I have a surprise for her? I thought as my cocks twitched in response to her words. I washed off my hand and picked my phone back up.
Soon, baby. Get some sleep.
I’ll see you in a few hours.
Good night, Brimstone.
Good night, Sweet Witch.
Sleeping that night was next to impossible. Along with my impending trip to Hell that weighed heavily on my mind, I laid in bed for hours contemplating going back to Emily’s house just to be with her. I’d also tossed and turned most of the night as I tried to figure out how we could possibly be Maritus .
Meanwhile, my cocks kept reminding me how fucking sexy our Witch was. The way she took control of her pleasure and trusted me to give it to her.
No matter how many times I jacked off while thinking about her, it wasn’t enough. By the time morning came I was raging hard, no closer to any answers, and running on fumes.