Chapter Six
I don’t think so, I muse. But then the vicious onslaught begins and I’m not so sure.
Salem grips my head even more firmly between his hands like a vise and slams my mouth down over his cock, holding himself there, nice and deep, utterly unforgiving.
I writhe against my own orgasm and the claustrophobic sensation of having my face pressed down hard into his hot groin.
He allows me to suck in a single, stolen breath and I gasp, before he violently slams me down again, forcing himself all the way into my throat, well past my gag reflex and to the point of true asphyxiation.
My eyes water and tears of exertion stream down my cheeks in frustration and denial.
I won’t choke. I won’t choke, I coach myself.
But as Salem continues to fuck my face without reprieve, darkness begins to encroach on my vision and I see sparkling, dancing stars.
Oh, my Goddess, maybe he’s going to be the one who really does it!
Is he going to kill me? Death by cock. Sweet Goddess!
Salem groans and moans, gritting his teeth as his legs stiffen and his claws dig into my scalp, causing blood to trickle beneath my hair line.
He drives into me brutally, seemingly forgetting I’m a woman of flesh and bone .
.. as though I’m nothing more than a mindless sex toy.
And then it happens, mercifully, like an answered prayer—with a final shouted curse of pleasure—he blows his hot and sticky load deep down my throat.
With my consciousness swimming in and out, threatening to elude me completely, I swallow mechanically with every ounce of willpower I have left in reserve, one congealed mouthful after another, trying desperately all the while to reclaim my breath around him. Then everything goes dark...
I gasp, sucking in a lung full of air as if I’m drawing my first breath from beyond the grave.
A hacking cough rips through me, and I roll over on the bed, no longer on my knees.
I clutch desperately at my heaving chest, my reddened eyes still watering.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my other hand resting on my clammy forehead as my mind—and the room—spins.
“What the fuck just happened?” I cough again, clearing my airway, the taste of cum still thick on my tongue.
Salem leisurely lays beside me, stroking his still-erect cock.
“You blacked out,” he says simply, his voice a delicious, knee-weakening mix of midnight and gravel.
“I thought I’d let you regain consciousness before I fucked you again.
It seemed the polite thing to do.” His long tail casually curls and uncurls behind him, hinting at his restrained patience.
I laugh at the absurdity of his statement after our unhinged, wild sex the previous night. “Since when do you respect personal boundaries at all?” I manage when my laughter dies down and I manage to catch my breath again.
“Like you have any?” he drawls salaciously. “You’re my mewling little witch bitch, and you know it, Mara. You love being used and fucked to within an inch of your life. You literally get off on it.”
I blush bright crimson and chew on my lips. I can’t deny it—and he knows it. “Well, fuck you,” I retort.
“Gladly. Come here so I can fill this pretty little pussy with my cursed seed.” Salem slides off the bed, pulling me to the edge by my ankles as if I’m as light as a rag doll, and not a curvy, freckled red head.
With my ass on the end of the mattress, he lines his cock up and surges forward without warning, burying his impressive length and girth easily inside me with one swift, balls-deep motion that has his sac slapping my ass cheeks a heartbeat later.
“Oh, my Goddess!” I cry out, grabbing fistfuls of blanket as he stretches me without mercy. I swear sex has never felt as good as it does with my cursed cat.
He thrusts his pelvis like a well-oiled machine, jack-hammering the shit out of my poor, needy pussy.
“You’re mine, Mara Coleman and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he snarls with delectable, sinful promise.
“And then, I’m going to fuck you some more.
I’ll take advantage of you while you’re weak and spent.
I’ll make you love every damn cum-soaked second.
And soon you’ll be begging me to up the stakes.
Maybe I’ll see if one of those nice, thick, spiral candles from your altar will fit up that tight little asshole of yours? ”
And as my insides are pulverized, his firm sac slapping erotically against my puckered ass, I wholeheartedly believe him.
And I can’t help but wonder what other things we might explore together.
If I had known there was a possessive, cursed cat lurking in Salem hungry for a pussy of his own I would have tried summoning a familiar the second I came of age.
But it doesn’t matter, ultimately. Salem is as much mine as I am his now, and I have no intention of ever letting him go.
While he fucks me like a beast, I’m already flipping through the pages of my ancient grimoire in my mind, searching for a spell to attain immortality.
Hell, I’ll make a deal with the Devil himself, if I must—to buy myself as much time with this sinfully sexy man as possible.
I’ve never dabbled in blood magic and sacrifice before, but to feel Salem’s cock fill me forever?
I’ll dive headfirst into the Darkness and never look back.
I’ll become exactly what his father feared all those centuries ago—I’ll become the kind of witch my ancestors could only dream of.
“More!” I beg as my body shudders, my pussy oozing around my lover’s cock and down my ass-crack.
Salem reaches for an unlit, tapered candle from my bedside table and pauses in his thrusting momentarily to spit on my asshole, pushing the mix of his saliva and my juices inside, lubing me up with two fingers, preparing me for what’s to come.
Panting like a bitch in heat, I can hardly believe my luck. “Yes,” I moan as I feel the smooth, rippled wax press into my hole.
“You like that, my little whore?” Salem croons, before slapping my ass.
I clench hard at the stinging blow, gripping the candle tight instinctively. “Yes,” I gasp.
“Then more you shall have,” he says, sinking the sacrilegious object deep into my tight and sensitive hole, one solid, unforgiving inch at a time.
“Oh, fuck!” I can’t help but moan. A part of me cringes internally as I feel my slutty ass swallow the end of the six-inch candle, consuming it whole, before closing around it. I feel so full, with the candle up my ass and Salem splitting my sopping, wet pussy.
Salem slides his cock back and forth slowly, sawing in and out, withdrawing to the tip, before plunging in once more, taunting me as his fingers stray to my clit. He tortures me like a master of the erotic arts, and there’s nothing in the world but him.
“Oh, Salem,” I breathe, my hands reaching up to grasp at my own breasts in desire, my breath rushing out of me with each brutally deep thrust.
My cursed lover growls and pinches my clit hard, exerting his power and cursed strength over me. “Say it again,” he commands.
I whimper, every muscle in my body tensing at the cruel touch and I swallow against the overwhelming sensations assaulting me. “Salem, please,” I whisper, my gaze plaintive as my green meets his gold.
“Like you mean it,” He snarls as he tweaks my clit again and shoves his cock deeper, grinding his pelvis against me.
“Salem, please! Fuck me. I need you. I can’t handle the teasing!
” I beg, almost wincing at the desperate tone of my voice.
But I’m beyond caring now. If I don’t get to come again and feel him finish inside me, I’ll die.
Or at least, that’s what it fucking feels like.
“Please fuck me!” I scream, arching my back to press against him, my body shaking with the effort.