Chapter 4 #2
Noth chuckled as I shucked him of the rest of his clothing.
My foot pushed him onto his back, into the thick moss of the bower, the bath forgotten.
A hate fuck was just as good an outlet as any other.
He grabbed my ankle and twisted so I fell on top of him, trapping his already hard dick between us.
Thankfully, the thicket decided we needed to be comfortable because my knees landed on nothing but softness.
I kneed him pretty good in the ribs, right over the scar I left on him.
“Dirty!” he exclaimed and wrestled me against him. “Already got your foreplay in with those crystals?”
“Looks like they would service me better than that.” I glanced down at his cock and quickly back up again, refusing to bite my lip.
I needed to say something tart to quell the sudden bout of nerves jittering all over.
The one time I had that thing inside me, I almost fell apart.
I fought to sit up, get out of his grip, but his hands held me with just enough pressure to keep me where he wanted me.
He smirked. “If you're nervous, just taste it. I don’t know if your magic cares what kind of sex you have.”
Was I that transparent? And what was he saying? Did sex fuel my magic? “I had enough for dinner.”
“You could use that pretty mouth to beg for it instead,” he said.
“You’re insane if you think I’m going to beg.” I wormed my arm out to elbow him in the chin.
“I’ve never been called a sane monster.” His head snapped back to reveal a cocky smile that set my teeth on edge.
I hated how sure of this he was. How he knew everything I should have. He grabbed my arm in a not-too-gentle motion.
“Insane or just stupid?”
He looked genuinely offended at that. I couldn’t bring myself to care. He hadn’t been more than petulant at the Keep.
“Do you want me to show you your magic or not? Hint: I’m about to destroy you for any other man for all time.”
This wasn’t going like any other encounter I’d ever had. I was always in control, but he knew just how to smash my buttons.
“If our last fuck was any indication, I’ll survive. I seem to remember you sticking it in rather fast last time,” I said.
It wasn’t true, but fear seeped in that he might be right.
Would he destroy me? He rolled us over until he caged me beneath him.
His arms might as well have been iron bars around me as he bit and ripped my breast band off my body with sharp teeth.
I pushed his head away by grabbing a hank of his long hair, scared he would cut me.
His face snapped up, lust heavy behind his glowing red irises.
Tendrils of black fanned out around his eyes.
His hair formed a curtain around us. Sheaves of it spilled over my skin.
The divine silk of it crushed in my hands.
“I made sure you came first. I’ll make sure again. Can’t have you give me a bad report card before you figure out what all this is for.”
His cock lay hot against my clit and when he drew his hips back I thought he was going to impale me anyway. Instead, the slick underside of his dick shot an electric charge right over my clit. I kicked out in pure shock, and he grunted with the impact.
The buzzing of my magic increased tenfold.
I gasped and found my mouth filled with his tongue, lapping in rhythm with his strokes across my clit.
My legs wrapped around him out of sheer self preservation and it only doubled the pressure.
I knew he was just making a point, but the enchanting power that arced from my sacral chakra to some unknown well inside me was too addictive.
My pussy clutched at nothing. His chest grazed my tight nipples with every stroke.
My sharp nails scored his back, but he didn’t stop.
Noth licked my neck and raised my arms above my head, my wrists in his grip.
I let him. He was freaking me out. Other men generated a small, pale imitation of this sensation—this surge of witchcraft—but it never thundered through me like a collision of stars.
I wanted to smash him to pieces, but I was coming so hard.
He ground down on my hips, the wet, slippery friction now sidewinding over my clit.
I was glad I couldn’t claw his eyes out because I needed him to do that again.
If I drew a sigil in that moment, I might have ended the world.
The blank, dark, orgasmic abyss he threw me into, snuffed out all anxiety, all worry.
My chest heaved against his, and he relaxed his grip on my wrists. Working a knee into his hip, I flipped him into the bower’s soft moss. I couldn’t get on his dick fast enough.
“Greedy little thing,” he said with a smirk. “Are you ready to pray to me yet?”
“Earn it.”
That challenge should have stuffed me full of the glorious dick in front of me.
Instead, I was barely relaxed enough for the surge of his two fingers inside me.
His other hand latched onto my breast and pulled me down onto his hand, which was working some dark magic.
His knuckles kept brushing just the right spot to point my toes.
That type of play rarely did anything for me. Men weren’t very good at it, like they were fishing for spare pocket change.
I went to extract his hand, digging my nails into his forearm, but my traitorous body dragged him closer instead.
His smirk sent a bolt of lust right to my clit.
Noth had me at the peak in minutes. I faltered, overwhelmed, as a cascade of pleasure poured through me, but he wouldn’t relent.
Power crackled in the air between us. I couldn’t tell whose it was.
Noth clutched my hips and worked more fingers inside me until he split me in two, drifting into the deep abyss of him that swallowed everything that was me.
He went still beneath me, hard against my ass and yet to spill his own release.
His unfocused gaze clearly said he was doing something with his magic.
It buzzed against my skin this time. I raked a red stripe down his bicep and he didn’t flinch.
This was my chance to surprise him and end this, but my languid body wouldn’t work right when his fingers were inside me.
I tried to circle my hands around his throat.
I even squeezed, but it became a caress against my better judgement.
Noth apparently loved petting if his blown-out pupils were any indication.
“Still with me, Pumpkin?”
The tip of his finger booped my nose and I wrinkled it at the unknown touch. What the? This wasn’t fun. This was business. I jutted forward to snap it in my teeth but he was too fast. He finally removed his hand but that only lined me up with his anaconda of a dick.
“Do you feel that?” He flexed his hips and it was tough to separate from the slide of his cock against me.
“Hard not to.”
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a due compliment.”
Of course he would.
“But I referred to your magic. Your well is full.”
How did he sense that? Is that what he was doing when he appeared so far away?
I aligned my chakras and searched deep inside.
I thought it was a mistake the first time I found it full after my assassination attempt.
But there it sat, next to my soul, brimming with energy ready for me to touch it.
I pulled back out of myself but the power followed, simmering under my skin, sparking to my blackened fingertips.
“Try it out,” he said.
“Anything I want?” I asked, running my hand over his chest.
My face must have looked maniacal because he chuckled. “Of course you want to do something to me.” Even his smile screamed condescending. “Anything you can think of, I can take.”
The perfect test flashed in my mind. How would my Elf–I mean, Rat Face—like a little sterility spell?
It wasn’t permanent, and it wouldn’t harm him.
The one for men turned out to be a special surprise.
This I learned how to do, even if Rue always completed the spell for me.
The sigil required only a moment to cast–requested as often as the love spells.
I should have slapped it on him before we clashed together against our better judgement, but I never thought it would go this far.
“I won’t hold it against you if you want to cry.”
“Wha-”
My fingertips drew the sigil just above his dick and I activated it with all the power I had brewing inside me.
Noth arched off the bed of moss, arms stiffening at his sides, teeth clenched hard enough to shatter, taking me with him for a wild ride.
The spell mimicked all the weight of a woman’s labor and used it to devour the life out of his come, so it was no wonder tears leaked from his eyes.
I had just never seen this much power behind it.
“I hope you don't want kids anytime soon.” It was mainly a bluff. The spell would only activate for me and only for a few months. He should be dead by that point.
If this worked, would my magic kill him? While Noth writhed beneath me, I checked on that well of energy inside me and found it almost empty. No! I needed it. Using the last of it to draw a cooling sigil on his chest, I gripped a fistful of Noth’s hair.
“Do it again!”
“With pleasure,” he snarled.
The moss met my back, a large hand sprawled across my chest to hold me down while he towered over me.
Noth should have punished me for that little trick.
His gaze bored into my eyes as he purposefully drew back and crammed all four fingers inside me as far as they would go.
It hurt; it felt divine. All the breath left my body as Noth set a punishing pace.
He teased me before and now he played my body like his instrument.
The motion of his fingers jarred something loose close to my heart.
Why wasn’t he hurting me like I deserved?
“That poor mind is working hard enough to break. I must not be doing my job if you can still think.”
Holding on to the ends of his hair, at least he wouldn’t drive me into the ground without consequences as he twisted his wrist and all of his knuckles dragged over my walls.
But he was right about my magic. I aligned my chakras, looked at the well of power and it filled again even as my pleasure tightened further and further to the sticking point.
Something else reached out in that space but it tore away too fast for me to figure out what it was.
“No wonder you’re such an arrogant son of a wispmother.” I tugged a bit on his hair and he gripped my hip harder. I would have bruises in the morning but they already felt more like marks of possession than pain.
“You understand now?” His smile held a hint of fang.
“How insufferable you are?”
“How you need this?” He swiveled his hand and my eyes crossed. “Now beg.”
Noth held his thumb just above my clit.
“Suck on a thistle.”
The glow of Noth’s eyes filled the space. His thumb flicked my clit. “Bad girl.”
Embarrassingly, that’s all it took and we both tipped over the edge to sweet oblivion. I think I choked out, “Please, please, please.”
My mouth had a mind of its own as Noth filled me to the brim with power, his come splashing over my stomach.
A resounding boom exploded the thicket with a burst of life. Leaves unfurled. Trunks thickened. Vines reclaimed fallen logs. Dead undergrowth shivered with life on the forest floor.
“You?” I asked, my voice husky.
“Us,” he replied.
Sure enough, my power vanished. Into the trees, apparently. Goddsdamnit. This was not happening again just to power up, no matter how delicious my magic felt. I slid off Noth’s hand in a rage.
The grass outside the bower was ridiculously soft. I stomped on it for good measure.
“Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Hey hey hey.”
I nearly tore a hole in my leather leggings trying to stuff my leg into them.
“Maggie!” Noth stilled my hands on my linen shirt.
“Is that what that was for? Satisfy the thicket to get us out of here?” I gestured to the teeming abundance of life around us. That now included Noth’s salamander quietly munching on some dragonflies.
“I already knew I liked sex.” I hadn’t known it was the key to my magic. Hurt welled up that he just used me.
“If that’s what you want to think.” His shrug drove me insane.
“Then I’m leaving.” I put my head through my shirt. I would brood about how he seemed right and sex seemed to fill my power better than any witchcraft practice ever had.
“It's the middle of the night and we have food, fire and a fine bed. My mount has returned. Trust me, we can resume our battle tomorrow when I send you home.”
I gritted my teeth. Why did he have to make sense? What if the wood didn’t release me without him?
I crawled back into the bower fully clothed, the mess we made already wiped clean. A large cattail-fluff blanket appeared in the bower's corner.
“No pillows?” I said to the thicket, still mad I remained no closer to my revenge than when I started. I fell for yet another foolish man trick.
Noth smothered a laugh and made us some pillows out of his extra silk shirts in his saddlebags. I scooted to the furthest end of the bower with my homemade pillow and left him, still naked, outside my tightly wrapped blanket.
“Fuck off over there.” I pointed to the other end of the admittedly small space.
I didn’t just falter at revenge; I slept with my worst enemy.
Embarrassment tinged the tips of my ears.
I wanted to kill something. Preferably him.
My anger warred with the kernel of hope that Rue would be proud of me in this fucked-up situation.
I unlocked my power somehow, which had been a greater quest than any revenge, even if it spent into the thicket.
“Now you're just being silly.” Noth picked me up, blanket and all, like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and spread me across his chest as he fell on his back.
I pushed on his sharp jaw, afraid I’d cut myself. “I don't cuddle.”
“Who said anything about cuddling?” His low voice grazed my ear. “I want your hands where I can feel them so I don't end up with a knife in my ribs again.”
I squirmed on principle against his iron grip. Pleased he took me seriously. After a few fruitless pushes, I settled the best I could. Who would have guessed a murder attempt, a near trampling, a never-ending maze, two mind-rending orgasms and a full stomach would wear a girl out?
Noth’s soft snores didn't seem to relax his hold on me but his warmth finally liquified my bones. With a final shudder, my muscles gave out.
I would definitely try another murder… tomorrow.