Page 56 of A Song of Saints and Swans
“Open up,Gueneshem.”Tan was suddenly standing next to the bed, lifting his love by his sweaty blond curls. “I need to feel your lips on me.” A moment later, my Bright Dawn was dropping his head back with a groan, his cock pulsing into Asa’s eager mouth.
Such a good boy.
“Chyort voz’mi!I can’t leave you three alone for two seconds without it turning into a whorehouse.” Nox’s booming voice filled the hotel room as the door slammed behind him, and I sighed contentedly to have him back within reach.
“Well, then you should feel right at home,lan,”Tan murmured, lovingly tracing his thumb along Asa’s jaw before bending down to deposit a gentle kiss. “I hope you brought me something sweet, because I worked up quite an appetite.”
Nox snorted derisively, dropping a large grocery bag onto the small table. “It looks like Vasi was doing most of the work. Are you sure you’re not next in line to get stuffed by our witch before stuffing your face?”
I carefully withdrew from Asa and unbuckled the strap-on before pointing it threateningly at my Darkest Midnight. “Perhaps I have my sights set onyourass next,Russki.”
Tan howled with laughter. “I don’t know whether to be terribly jealous or start taking money over who would emerge victorious from that fight. My bet would be on no survivors.”
We all know I would win.
Nox ignored the threat, running his dark eyes over my naked body instead. “Did either of thesemudakstake care of you first, Vashka? I’ve been craving a trek through the wilderness ever since we arrived in this fucking civilization.”
It’s been too peopley for us all.
Settling back on my elbows, I spread my legs—raising an eyebrow in challenge. “Of course they did, but there may be a few drops left for you… if you try your best.”
He licked his lips and crawled onto the bed, wrapping my thighs around his neck so I could hold on to his large curling horns for leverage.
“Little witch,” he chuckled, lowering his mouth to my pussy with a growl. “I won’t be stopping until you’ve soaked my beard. And then I want dessert.”
* * *
“Sweetness, I believe you’ll enjoy this show,” Asa’s smooth voice caressed my ear an hour—and many orgasms—later. “At the very least,we’llenjoy your reaction to it.”
Sighing, I allowed him to lead me by the elbow through the door ofWitches Among Us: Live,already suspecting I wouldnotenjoy it. However, I was told we needed to wait until sundown for the next surprise, and Asa was near impossible to say no to—even when he wasn’t begging—so I begrudgingly followed him past the ticket booth and took a seat facing a darkened stage.
I suppose I’ll behave.
“Welcome to Salem Village! The year is 1692,” a woman wearing a black garment and bonnet abruptly shouted as the lights began to dramatically illuminate the space.
What was revealed was a claustrophobic room containing rows of wooden benches filled with more bonnet-wearing women and equally oddly dressed men. Their attention was riveted on a particularly dour man seated at a table on a dais while a defiant woman glared from where she was enclosed in a wooden cubicle nearby.
The first woman inexplicably continued speaking, as if what she was saying was of great importance. “What you’re about to experience is the acclaimed performance of a witch trial adapted from historical transcripts.”
Witch trial?
“Oh, this will end well,” Nox grumbled, slinging an arm over the back of my chair. An onlooker might think he was being protective, but I knew he was simply preparing to snatch me if he thought I was misbehaving.
“Hush, Noxy!” Tan hissed, smothering a grin. “I don’t want to miss a moment of this circus.”
“Sarah Good!” the man on the dais boomed. “You have been accused of sending invisible specters and apparitions to bewitch and torment Reverend Samuel Parris’ 9-year-old daughter Betty and his 11-year-old niece, Abigail Williams.”
My gaze snapped to the woman apparently on trial. She was understandably annoyed at being accused of something as ridiculous as ‘invisible specters’ by a couple of raggedy children, but other than her palpable anger, she was as human as the idiots surrounding her.
“I'm no more a witch than you are a wizard! If you take my life away, God will give you blood to drink!”
Good for her.
All at once, a young woman raced to the front of the room and pointed an accusing finger at the supposed witch.
“That’s the one! Sarah Good! She sent the devil himself after me. He had thick horns like a goat and the fires ofHellburning in his eyes, and when I tried to run, h-hepinchedme.”
The horror.
