Chapter 9
Noth
My whole body exploded with anticipation. What a spellbinder Maggie turned out to be. I mean, we had picked on each other from afar, tried a little light murder now and then, but that one word coming from her mouth was an enthralling experience. It was like she was made for me.
She was, my Nightmare gleefully pointed out.
I ignored him. He just loved the part where we got to chase her through the streets and dive on her. It was thrilling to imagine she might finally use some real magic against us and put up an actual fight when we dragged her between the houses. Maggie could defeat me. She just didn’t know it.
Barring a sensational magical duel, I needed her in my bed.
Or beneath me on the floor, begging for me.
If she thought someone else would fill her up like I did, then she didn’t take the right lesson from our time in the thicket.
I needed her to understand her powers because not only was I beginning to think I might use them to my advantage, I would also level this town, or any other, to the ground if I found her with another man again.
I wasn’t this possessive with my other partners, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit Maggie was different. I wouldn’t even think of that M word.
I released her to swim to shore but she clung, shaking in the cold water. I pushed her away without much enthusiasm just to see what would happen. Surprisingly strong, she scrambled to stay put. Should it have been cute? Not really. Was it? Absolutely.
“Hold on tight,” I said.
Even though the shadows beneath the pier were weak in the afternoon sun, I gathered considerable power to swim into them, through the layers of dark, to step out into my room at the inn.
We were both soaked to the bone but that was only to my advantage.
Maggie’s teeth chattered as she hugged herself.
I let go of her but she wouldn’t let go of me.
I had to pry her legs off and I set her feet on the floor.
My smirk gritted her teeth. I leaned over her, ghosting my breath over her chest, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in my wake. “I’ll get you warm, Pumpkin.”
She reached out to me, tearing at my shirt, trying to take control of the conclusion to this round, but this wasn’t how this was going to go.
I calmly turned from her and built up the fire in the grate.
I couldn’t tell if Maggie’s awe was for the shadow walking, or the fact I knew how to build and light a fire.
The release of all the poison had me giddy, a rush of power thrumming through me.
My Nightmare wanted to fall on her like an animal, making her scream for us.
I needed to see if I could spark more than her magical curiosity.
“Come here, Pumpkin.”
Maggie stepped before the blaze and the warmth melted her tension a bit.
“You can take it off now.” I gestured to my soaked clothes, waiting for her to explode.
Refusing to slam into one another was the right choice because she took her time peeling the wet shirt from my body, coasting her hands over my stomach, my chest, down my arms. I waited for the cut, the burst of anger, but it banked behind her eyes.
Everyone was always leery of touching me, afraid they might encounter an extra shadow limb when least expected, but Maggie’s fearlessness shone through.
“You’re in charge?” She asked it with a bit of edge, like she was testing out whether she would allow that idea.
I knew I had to make it worth it because if all we had was this moment, I would burn it into her memory forever.
“For right now. While I spoil you like no one ever has before.”
Her eyes dilated. I kept a smirk of satisfaction to myself. She acted so spiky and difficult I didn’t doubt for a minute no one survived those poisonous spines. But I wasn’t just anybody. I was King of the Elves. My hand gently stopped hers as she started on my trousers.
“Your turn.” I stripped every stitch of clothing off of her, her aggressive stance daring me to say something.
Every time we touched, we spilled together like smoke and water and I didn’t have the space to appreciate how the firelight hit her curves and revealed the silvery stretch marks on her now-toned body.
My perusal brought her hand up to cover herself before she defiantly clenched it at her side with attitude. My cock twitched in response. All of me wanted to ruin her so thoroughly she would forget everyone that came before.
“You’re as beautiful as Gertrude, Pumpkin.”
She scoffed, hands now on her hips.
“Okay, maybe slightly more beautiful. I mean, these leaves.” I brushed back her fall of thick russet hair.
“These stalks.” I skimmed her arms and she blushed.
Who said you couldn’t woo women with plant metaphors?
I gently slid my fingers across the outside of her pussy. “These petals.” To find her soaking wet.
So close we breathed each other’s air, I felt my Nightmare reach for her. I stood helpless to stop him. Stop us.
Perhaps this was selfish when I didn’t know how we would fit together when I took my crown again, but her aura pulled me down her body until my knees hit the floor. I needed her too bad and she wanted me too much for me to stop.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Was that hesitation in her voice? I ran my hands down her thighs like I was gentling a filly.
“Praying at your altar. You can return the favor during the second round.”
Her scent here was overwhelming, making saliva pool in my mouth. Still, I held back, not wanting this to end in our usual clashing exchange.
“What do you mean, second round?”
A line of confusion formed between Maggie’s brows. She might have been having a lot of sex, but it apparently hadn’t been good sex.
“Okay, the third…”
Her frown deepened as my fingers pushed deep inside her.
“Fine. The fourth,” I growled into her skin.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
What a thing to say when I was knuckle-deep in her channel, flat on the cheery rug before the fire. Arthur really deserved a charm of prosperity for arranging the perfect tableau. I pulled her down on top of me by her cunt. She resisted but still ended up hovering above me.
“Noth!”
Well, that was better than Rat Face.
I let my fingers work inside her, scissoring them to find her sweet spot, while I played with her pretty breasts.
She floated above me and that was fine as I teased her nipples to hard points and slid into her cunt like it was a substitute for my cock.
It was just a tease, a jaunt through pleasure that we took together.
Her juices dripping over my hand were the finest compliment.
I took my time to watch her delightful responses to how my fingers flexed and plucked and glided over her body.
The story she told me between breaths broke my heart.
Her mind would race between flicks, constricting her pupils.
She would try to arrange her face into something sexy and enticing between the pleasure that would let it slack again.
Her hips angled into the shadows so she thought I wouldn’t see the stretch marks over her skin.
Why did she hide this? No wonder she raced to the part where everyone’s thoughts ended–my Pumpkin was shy.
“Let me on your dick.” The command lay sharp against my skin.
I almost laughed. It jumped at her words but I held fast. Was it too much for her to want this languid?
I squeezed her ass. “No. I want you to think about how generous, kind, and extraordinary I am. Then I don’t want you to think at all.”
I dragged her onto my face. Her thighs came around my ears and I did my best not to come in my pants. She fell forward, bracing her weight on the floor. Did she think she would smother me?
Her squeak said more than her blunt words. “I’m too heavy. I’m going to crush you to death.”
I swallowed a laugh. The hours of stretching forms sculpted Maggie toned and trim. Evie had said something about Maggie losing a lot of weight. It seemed that she still carried it.
“I need all of your body on mine.”
I grabbed her breasts and pushed her upright until her hands left the wood floor.
“All of it.”
Her delicious ass spread against my chest and her thighs puddled around my long ears, touching them to the very tip. She shifted forward, uncomfortable, and her soft skin against my ears pressed my cock against my trousers.
“Sit up, bad girl.”
“I’ll crush you. I don’t do this.”
No one had happily eaten her out until she was soup? We needed to fix this immediately.
“I want you here!” I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass firmly down on my chest until her thighs gave way, too trembling to keep her above me. “Right here.”
I pinned her hands to her chest.
“Stay,” I growled and lapped a long line over her seam. Burrowing my tongue deep, every one of my piercings slid over the walls of her cunt. Her whole body rippled with the sensation.
“I wish you had never been born, Noth.” It came out broken and bleeding from her lips.
I retracted my tongue as it flicked the end of her channel. “Well, now you’re just being romantic. You want more?”
She nodded, jerking her head up and down.
“Ask nicely.”
I licked her thighs while she thought about it.
It came out just above a whisper. “Please, Noth.”
I hid my smirk in her flesh. That was a nice ask. Wasn’t sure if she had it in her with the sharpness of her tongue. I wanted to hold her. No, fuck her witless. Both.
I swiped my own tongue over her clit, then used my fingertips to massage across the hood, stimulating as much of it as possible.
In a very high voice, she said, “Oh Godds, Noth. What are you doing?”
This was too much. Did she insult me on purpose? “What did I say about praying to me?”
I glanced up. Happily, she didn't look in a state to remember anything I’d ever told her. “I… I…”
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” she snarled.
“Then don't worry about it.”