Page 19 of Bewitched
I settle on the bed, her legs still positioned around my waist. I take hold of my cock, still very much hard for her, and I brush it against her. She breathes in loudly every time my cock touches her. She chews her lower lip, curving her spine. My left hand slips under her nightgown and crawls on her skin, halting on her breast. My right hand shakes my cock head on her clit. Vibrating like one of the dildos she hides in her bedside drawer. I should know, since I stalk her every night. I caught her two times pleasuring herself. Taking note of her actions and their intensity. I know precisely how she enjoys it, taking things slow at the start. The way she accelerates just before climax. I would have never glanced if I hadn’t sensed her thoughts touching me.Wanting me. I’ve never experienced a call that summons my very soul and demon. And FUCK how sexy it was watching her play while she was thinking of me. And here I am now, about to slow-fuck her.
I thrust inside her. And it is killing her that she can’t move her hands. I can see her yearning to explore every contour of my body. Back-and-forth gliding inside and out of her, while stimulating her clitoris simultaneously. Every moan makes me thrust deeper, as much as her depth allows. I lean in and kiss her, muffling her loud sounds. I can feel her tightening around my cock. My thumb moves faster on her. I replace my cock with two fingers, stroking myself until I release again on her. We reach a climax at the same time, and I drop my frame to her right, unfastening her hands.
"I hope you won’t spend the night." She elevates herself and climbs on top, straddling me, handing me my black shirt. I start to twist her hair. I just aim to remove it from sight while I clean her breasts of my discharge. "I have to shower. But thank you." She climbs off me. "Wait here… I have something in the kitchen that will make you forget." And she walks out of the room.
CHAPTER 15
As this memory burns to dust,
Help him now, forget he must.
Istart to burn the woody nightshade—funny huh?—on my way back to my room. I shut the door behind me and turn to him. The room is empty, the bedding is neat. Oh, cursed be the Moon. A torn piece of notebook paper is hanging on the vanity mirror. 'See you later. Heart, your sexy bat boy.' That notebook was in my nightstand drawer… Damn it… he saw my dildos. That piece of sneaky, playing bat shit.
I tap the paper with my fingertip, and it starts to flare up. Tiny flecks of ash fall on the vanity.
I walk into the bathroom and turn on the hot water; for some reason, I enjoy it when it sears my skin. I can still sense his touch on my nipple. His tongue between my legs. His smoke scent is attached to my skin, making me want to scrub harder.Why?Because I hate how much I like it. It’s disgusting. Hot…Shit…I made it worse… First, I sell him the candy with the love potion in it. Then I have sex with him. What the hell is wrong with me?!I wrap myself in a towel, Nox’s scent still lingering on my skin and room. Stepping out ofthe bathroom, my eyes catch another piece of paper on the mirror, silently waiting for my attention.'You can't get rid of me, baby. *the fire trick was hot.'
I am going to cut off his fingers and stab him with the pen he used to write. Also, if I make it out alive, because if Zilla finds out I slept with Nox, she is going to kill me.
"Neo, what for the Coven’s sake is wrong with you??"
Here we go...
I enter into the kitchen with Hex in my arms. Nuzzling my collarbone, it gently rubs its skull against me. Zilla’s arms are crossed under her chest. Her striped black and orange thighs tug at my manners. I fight the urge to laugh, aware that it will only provoke her further.
"What?" I give Hex a kiss and put him down.
"Seriously? Don’t mind me asking a question but… why was the vampire here this morning? Making himself a cup of MY coffee and smoking inside the kitchen?"
"That’s not one question…" I chomp on the walls of my cheeks and approach the counter. Rich, aromatic coffee pours by itself into my bat-shaped mug. "Did you two talk?" I turn to face Zilla, very much ashamed of my actions.
"Let me tell you the whole story… I enter into the kitchen, and the lad, half-naked, makes coffee. I am also half-naked because it is my house. So I was trying to pull down my shirt so he wouldn’t notice my ass being exposed. He very casually tells me ‘Good morning’ with a cigarette in his mouth, like we have known each other since childhood, and hands me a cup of coffee."
I cover my mouth with my palm. Still, the cackle pops forth and I can’t bloody stop. I burst into laughter, and even my tears are streaming from my eyes in shock. Zilla also starts laughing.
"You used him, didn’t you?"
"I just… he just appeared."
"Well… while you had sex, I found a list of things to undo the spell."
"Great. I’ll start today." I sip the hot coffee and notice my ‘Happy Halloween’ mug on the sink, already clean.
Over breakfast, I read the list that Zilla wrote for me:
The Ultimate Friend Zone Ritual(flirt with someone else in front of him)
The Garlic Cologne(eat/wear so much garlic that your aura repels all romantic energy/vampires)
Voodoo
The Reverse Love Potion(give him something bad to drink)
Fear
The “I’m Too Busy” Excuse(make him plan a date and run)
The Accidental Proposal(ask him to marry you… they all disappear after that)
