Page 14 of Midnight Hunt

"Please, oh fuck, please, Lochlainn."

"Promise to behave," he snickered.

"I'll be so good. I'll be your best student. I'll be such a good girl," I babbled, sitting on that dangerous edge. Something kept me from tumbling off and it was all by his design. I jerked at the vines that had no sympathy for me. "Please."

"Promise me you'll do as I say."

I threw back my head in frustration, a cry breaking through my lips. "I'll do everything you say."

Only then did he press the pad of his thumb to my clit and circle it. His hips jerking upward more and the sensation broke me. My walls clamped down around him. Relief rushed through my veins, and I was gasping for air. Spots filled my vision, and even closing my eyes didn't make the sparks stop. Not till I'd milked him for all I was worth and wrung myself dry.

"Good, now," he pulled out me, sharp and cruel, before the vines twisted my wrists. He easily flopped me onto my belly. "Take my cum like a good little witch, and you're going to walk around with it buried inside you. If it slips out, you're to come get it replaced, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," I swallowed.

"Even if that means you put yourself over my desk, showing me your empty pussy." He thrust himself inside, knocking my heart into my throat. Glistening dew drops and sunshine glittered like gold across the back splash of his room. I didn't realize till I was biting down on his pillow, watching the vines that draped the wall, that there was a mirror.Kinky bastard.He grinned from behind me, thrusting sharper as if to accentuate it. Lochlainn watched me helplessly claw at the wood in my hands, the vines still holding me captive, while he rammed himself inside. My eyes rolled back in my head once more.

"My needy little witch, you should open your eyes, see how delicious you look." A hand took ahold of my hair and hoisted my head up. I pried my eyes open again to see him hungrily watching where his cock drove deep into me. "See? This…this is my vice, right here. Such a strong-willed student, lippy and opinionated, and what are you now? My little prey, tied up in vines."

I opened my mouth, but the only thing that came out was a pitched cry. The vines shifted away from the mirror to show offmore. How much bigger he was, how he engulfed me, how firm he held me… The look on his face as he studied every inch of me from behind.

Only for him to shove me deep into the pillows, his body pressed into mine with hips thrusting viciously. My nails dug grooves into the wood. His mouth found my shoulder and covered me in kisses, then bites. I gasped, unable to make sounds only gulp down air as he fucked me to oblivion. When he broke, I was a mess beneath him. Writhing, whimpering, wet, and more as he breathed in my ear.

"What did I say?" His dark snicker ran a cold shiver down my spine, "My best student."

"And not because—Ah! Lochlainn!" I cried out as he bit down onto my shoulder roughly.

"Don't even tease that." He nuzzled his nose against my cheek before kissing it. "Remember you swore to behave."

"I hardly think sworn testimony during orgasms will hold up in—ow! Okay! I swear, well behaved witch and the cum is staying put!" I slapped for mercy against the floor beyond his bed as he bit me again.

"That's my good little witch," he purred smugly before slapping my ass for good measure. "Now, breakfast."

The vines unwrapped my wrists and I stared at my reflection incredulously. He grinned, pulling away from me like he'd not just fucked me boneless, and was sauntering toward his kitchen. The mere thought of trying to move out of his bed made me whine.

My breeding season is going to kill me.

Chapter Nine:

~Lochlainn O'Hare~

~Lochlainn~

My list of vices wasn't particularly long, but it was specific. I liked my partners to be fiery and passionate with a love for being bound in nature and taken as it intended. Rough passion with lots of biting. I enjoyed when they squirmed, but the fight was for play. I liked when they ran but half the fun was being captured. I liked the look on their face when their thoughts cleared like the sky after rain, and there was nothing but bliss between their ears. Of course, the added bonus that Valerie desired breeding when my exact delight was putting baby druids in the bellies of my partners was the cherry on my proverbial cake.

"So…we should…talk," Valerie's hesitant sigh put me on high alert. I was halfway through setting a buffet of food on the table when she dropped into the chair across from me.

"Are you hurt? Have I upset you?" My strangled voice filled the air. Her eyes widened and mouth dropped open.

"No! no, not—not a ‘this isn't going to work, we should talk’. I mean, ‘how does this work, we should talk’."

The weight of worry dropped off my shoulders immediately. I chuckled, "Indeed, a topic worthy of discussion. However, coffee first."

"Coffee indeed," she moaned softly, her cheek already in her palm. I considered lightly jabbing at her lack of sleep despite our activities, but the peaceful, post-orgasm look on her face stole the air from my lungs. I placed a steaming mug of dark liquid before her, pulling out the cream and honey next. I felt less bad about teasing her when she took one look at my honey jar and snorted. "Honey?"

"Sleepy witches who stay up late touching themselves instead of just coming to me to fix it, don't get to mock my choice of sweetener." I sank into my own seat.

She scoffed, "I was not!"

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