Page 23 of Starlight Witch

Over the past few months Bran had opened my eyes and horizons. He had a number of kinks, and had been slowly initiating me into his world. The magic I took to instantly. We were both witchblood and in bed, the magic amped up the intensity. But Bran liked to play, and sometimes he liked to play a little rough. He never pushed me past my consent, though, and I was starting to understand the nature of mixing pleasure and pain.

He brought out the lube. I held out one hand and he squirted the slippery gel into my palm. “Work the dildo.”

I grasped the fat, long silicone dong in my hand, working like I might give him a hand job. I spread the gel over it, and then stopped, waiting his instructions. He liked telling me what to do, and it made me feel sexy and in control because I knew how much it drove him crazy. He called it “topping from below.”

“Slide the tip inside of you with one hand, while you rub your nipples with the other.” His eyes glittered as his cock remained hard, and he curled his fist around it, rubbing himself as he watched me.

I slid the head of the dildo just inside my vaj, licking my lips. I felt wanton, a sex kitten eager to please. I ran my other hand over my nipples, circling them the tip of my index finger. Then I squeezed hard, letting out a gasp.

“Fuck yourself hard.” Bran leaned close, watching me as I began to fuck myself, driving the dildo deep inside.

I groaned, I was so hot, and all I wanted was release. I began to buck against the silicone cock, squeezing my thighs together. With my other hand I reached down and began to pleasure myself, rubbing hard against my clit, feeling the juices inside my vaj flowing thickly.

Bran’s voice was hoarse, and he rose to his knees, pulling out a condom from the nightstand. As he rolled it on his cock and lubricated it thickly, I knew what was coming.

“Keep the dildo inside you and roll over onto your hands and knees,” he said.

I obeyed, panting heavily.

He handed me a small vibrator. “Press this against your clit.”

Again, I obeyed and the moment it was in place he pressed the remote and began to vibrate, sending me into a series of ragged pants. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was behind me. Suddenly, he began to rub my ass with the gel, lubricating thickly. I let out a cry, both wanting and dreading what he was about to do.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I knew he would stop if I wasn’t. “Yes. Please, fuck me.”

He slid the tip of his cock against me, then began to work his way in, up to the head.

I bit my lip. He was big and thick, but he took it slowly, and the pain began to mingle with pleasure, and I let out a throaty moan.

“I love fucking you in the ass,” he grunted, working himself deeper between my butt cheeks. He held onto my hips tightly so I couldn’t move, and all of a sudden he turned the vibrator up, and I felt like I was rocketing out into space. “Do you like this?”

I nodded, barely able to form sentences.

“Tell me what I’m doing to you and tell me that you like it.”

“You’re fucking me up the ass, and I like it.”

“I want you to come silently. I don’t want you to say a word when you come or I’m going to spank you hard.”

I was seeing stars, every movement produced one explosion after another in my body. The vibration increased in intensity and as I began to come, Bran began to move, thrusting slowly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I let myself go, tumbling into the orgasm. Unable to control myself, I let out a short shriek. I came hard, then came again and again, my body shivering as the ripples of pleasure raced through me. Bran gave a throaty groan as he came.

As soon as he was done, he slowly pulled out. Rolling over to sit on the bed, he dragged me across his lap, facedown, and began to spank me. It wasn’t hard enough to leave bruises, but it was hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Between the orgasm and the spanking, I started to cry. The emotions flooded out of me hard and quick, some from a place so deep that I didn’t know they were there.

I found myself crying for Rian, and for my cousin Owen, for my father, and everyone I ever loved who had been hurt. I opened up to the pain that I had forced deep down inside of myself. And then I was crying for Faron, and for everything that had happened to bring us to this point.

Bran turned me over and pulled me into his embrace, holding me so tight that it felt like he would never let go. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his chest, weeping for sorrows that I had no clue were there. He gently reached down and pulled the dildo out of me, setting it aside, and then went back to holding me. He held me for a good half hour, and though the tears stopped well before that, I pressed against him, feeling protected and safe.

“Whatever happens, never let me go,” I said.

“I won’t,” he said. “I promise you, against all the stars of heaven, I won’t let anything tear us apart. I love you, and I want you to be as strong as you can be. And sometimes that means breaking down walls.”

We sat like that well into the evening. Finally, we slowly broke apart and went to take a shower together. I stared at my ring as it glistened under the water. Funny, I thought, how such a little thing can mean so much. After that we went to bed, and I slept hard, without dreams, without disturbances, until the morning light.

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning, Bran left early. He had a lot of work to do, cleaning up the gardens for the winter and collecting the last of the crops. Occasionally he and his mother grew winter crops—broccoli and cauliflower, and other cold-hardy produce. But this year, given they had to replace the barn and everything else that had happened, they had chosen to forgo a winter harvest.

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