War backed away and removed his clothing. My eyes widened at the sight of his impressive form. His body was immaculate, but it was his long, thick dick, veined and heavy, that captured my attention. He stepped into the pool, and I licked my lips at the sight of his firm, symbol-covered backside.
“Come!” he commanded, his voice echoing with authority. Obediently, I followed him into the pool. The water was a cold shock against my heated skin, refreshing and energizing. War leaned casually against the stone wall inside the pool, and even through the water, his dick was still massive.
“He said he’d fold me up and give me deep strokes if I could get out of the straps! He’s a fucking liar!”I thought, bitterness rising in my chest.
“Eboenia!” War snapped his fingers, drawing my attention back to him.
“Yes.”
War smirked, his eyes glowing as they locked onto mine. “That’s right, I did promise to put that fire out, didn’t I?” he teased, having just invaded my thoughts.
“I’m not…I’m not sure,” I stammered, caught in the intensity of his gaze.
“I can read you. You want me to fuck you,” he stated, his words sending a shiver through me.
“How long does this spell last?”
War chuckled, a sound that was both menacing and oddly alluring. “My blood flows through your veins. That isn’t a spell, it’s a curse, and only death can end it. Once you stop feeling like a damsel in distress, you’ll see that I gave you a gift. Because not only will you be serving me on your hands and feet, you’ll be able to connect with your wand…that’s if I let you live of course,” he said.
“I can connect with it,” I lied.
War shook his head. “You don’t know all the languages to speak to it. I watched you when you used it in Charmden, you don’t know how to use it properly,” he replied.
“How can a Hex13 tell me about my wand?”
“I’m the only one in my universe who’s read and mastered every spell in our archives. Most who tried lost their minds—or their lives—to the magic. But I survived. I conquered it. There’s no magic I don’t command, Eboenia. That’s why I became the youngest wizard ever to rule Charm City.”
“A wizard?”
“My ancestors chose me for a reason,” he said.
This man is undefeatable! With as much power as he holds, he could’ve destroyed Charmden.
“And you want to be the president of Charmden too? That world belongs to us, it’s our home. Our ancestors created that world for us to hold on to our heritage.”
“That’s not my problem, and it’s no longer yours,” he said coldly.
“Where will they go? Not all of us desire to live in a human’s world.”
“You are no longer their kind. They’ll fear you because I marked you,” he replied. War dabbed his blunt on the ground and then snatched me up by the arm.
“I don’t know what it is about you, because I hate the fuck out of fairies. A bunch of useless gnats. I’m starting to think you cursed me too,” he said.
I stood still as War’s hand moved to massage my breast. “Fun-size sex toy. I can do what I want to your pussy and you’ll just have to take me,” he insulted cruelly.
He turned me around, pressing my back against his chest. I shivered as I felt his dick pressed against me, a potent reminder of his power and the dark chemistry that was brewing between us.
“Are you going to kill Hoax?” I asked. I don’t know what made me ask or how I even got this comfortable. There was nobody I hated more than Hoax. He was despicable and I wouldn’t mind seeing his head on a stake.
“Yeah, he’s a dead muthafucka walking,” War answered.
A smile crept onto my face at the thought of Hoax’s demise. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder: would Charmden perish after Hoax is dead? If I could stay on War’s good side, maybe thingswould work out. Or was it the curse that made me complicit, to the point where I saw him as our savior? I despised these feelings, yet my pussy ached for him with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
I was lifted up, with legs straddling over his arms. War aggressively pulled my locs back, twisting them around his hand before he licked the nape of my neck. Is this what my life has come to? Being a cursed wizard’s whore?
In a trice, I felt myself being split open as he lowered me onto his shaft. I tensed, feeling the electrifying sensation of his girth inside me. “This isn’t for your pleasure, so don’t move,” he said against my ear.
War glided through my tight center, gripping my locs as he licked the back of my neck. My body heated up, a mixture of agony and pleasure coursing through me. His girth was causing a bulging in my midsection.
