Page 30 of Dragon's Desire

The memory was still very fresh in his mind. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. At the next red light, he had to make a slight adjustment to his package to make the growing erection less uncomfortable. She said that they were never going to do it again, but his body was more than ready just at the thought of her.

She'd screamed his name. For all her supposed hatred of him, she wanted it, and she'd enjoyed herself immensely. If that was the case, then why was she so adamant about it never happening again? There wasn't much he could do about that right now.

When he got home, he made sure his equipment was secure before trying to relax. He sat on his couch and turned on the tv, just trying to unwind. It was difficult. Peter was a man with a voracious appetite for sex, but while Kiercy had obviously had fun, so had he.

Almost without thinking about it, his hand started running up and down the length of his cock that was leaving a significant imprint on his pant leg. It was a ghost of sensation. He barely noticed it, but it still further fueled his need.

There had been something powerful in the way they fucked. He'd done plenty of things that would be considered crazy by some. Still, fucking right above a crowded party was something else entirely. He also couldn't shake from his mind the image of the weretiger watching them, or more accurately, watching Kiercy.

He saw that look on her face and knew that nameless woman was looking right into Kiercy's eyes just before she came. From the way Kiercy's pussy had clamped down around his cock, he knew she came hard. If that hadn't been enough proof, then the way she filled the witch bottle was more than enough evidence for him.

He was going to make sure she remembered that very soon. She might not have wanted to want it, but she did, and she still wanted it. She was held back by a lot of shame, guilt, and conflicting feelings. She let go of it all on the catwalk.

He had completely forgotten that he'd been trying to watch something. He couldn't let go of the images in his head. It was only then that he realized he'd started rubbing his cock from outside his parts. Now it was straining against the fabric.

He unzipped his fly and fished out his now fully hard erection with some difficulty. The sudden freedom drew a moan of pleasure from his lips. It was much louder than he'd anticipated. Kiercy, even just the thought of her, drove him wild.

He started rubbing up and down his shaft, enjoying the sensation even though it was nothing compared to how it felt to have Kiercy's warm, wet entrance pulling his cock more and more into her. After she came, he would have been happy to race towards his own orgasm, but that changed.

As soon as she decided that she wanted to be the one in control, he had to show her there was a price for that. He'd actually been close before she decided to ride his cock. Then he was determined to make her work for it.

It took considerable willpower to not explode inside her. She was skilled there but also an intoxicating amount of passion in it. She was riding on high emotions. It had felt amazing to have her ride out all her anger and aggression on him.

He did have a witch bottle to fill, but he also enjoyed watching her determination. But there was another motivation. As much as his body begged for release, the sensation itself was more than enough to make him want to hold on.

She felt amazing.

Peter got up and moved to his bedroom. Not bothering to get undressed, he lay back on his bed and grabbed some lube from his bedside table. He might not have wanted it to end then, but now, he just wanted the release, and making it more than just his hand was the best way to get there.

There was a competition between them then. Who could outlast who was the question. And part of him wanted to hold out, to show her that she needed him much more than he needed her.

When Kiercy pushed off of him, he thought he'd won. But then the way she started blowing him was something else. It wasn't more or less pleasurable than fucking her or having her ride his cock, but it was a whole different type of sensation. He didn't know where she might have learned some of her tricks, but she executed them expertly.

The way her tongue caressed the sensitive underside of the head showed she knew what she was doing. Feeling her determination had been such a turn-on. He wanted to make her work for it, but he was so much closer by then.

He could have made her stop if he'd wanted to delay his orgasm, but she'd pushed him past the point where there was anything about that which seemed attractive at all. He felt like he'd proved his point and let himself ride out the sensation.

When he was getting close, he almost told her so he could fill the witch bottle, but she looked so focused and determined he thought it would almost be a crime to interrupt her. He had actually been worried she might swallow. It wasn't that the act didn't turn him on, but more that he actually had need of the cum he filled her mouth with.

But at that point, he didn't know how he'd even say that. Legermain may have had the Totem of Babel to scramble the language center of the brain, but Kiercy had her mouth. Words were gone. All that was left was a sensation. But as he wound down from his orgasm, he was happy to see her bulging cheeks, meaning she'd not left him unprotected.

As he remembered her spitting his come into the witch bottle, he realized he could keep his topped off. He sat up, pulled it from his pocket, and just managed to get it over the head of his cock before he erupted.

Even without actually having her riding his cock, the thought of the experience had made it the most intense orgasm he'd ever managed with just his own hand.

And while he'd had his release, it had done very little to take the edge off of his arousal. He needed something more. He was going to have to find Kiercy and convince her it was time for a round two.

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KIERCY

Kiercy headed downstairs to do as Magda said. Gathering the coven was easy. A few of them were already here. Those who weren't only took a call or a text to alert them that they needed to be there. It really didn't take much. Once you told a witch their Matron wanted to see them, they came.

The coven members at the sanctum, the private residents of Matron Magda, helped Kiercy prepare the space. Furniture was moved, and the rug rolled up and put at the edge of the room. A minor spell could be accomplished by one witch. For something more powerful, you might have to call on three or maybe even five.

But to bring together a whole coven, more than two dozen witches, this spell was going to be immensely powerful. Given that it was meant to sever someone from the ancient wellspring of magic, it would take very potent spell work.

"This ritual is very exact. We need it as close to perfection as possible. Do you all understand?" Magda asked.

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