Viv gasped out a curse and ground down on him, and he went dizzy from lack of air while he felt her cunt ripple like a wave. She rose up enough to let him catch his breath, gasped out, “I changed my mind—let’s do three,” and his laugh was cut off abruptly when she sank back down on top of him.
The third one seemed to be the strongest, and he wondered, as she cried out and rubbed herself frantically on his mouth, if Micah could hear them. Viv might have put up one of her silence spells, but he had the thought that she mightwantMicah to hear… and that idea got his own cock even harder.
When she shifted down to take him, she didn’t even need the oil. Sasha groaned as he entered her, so fucking slow and wet, and started playing with her perfect tits while she settled on him.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so good. I’d go into exile for that wet cunt of yours.”
“Sasha,” she said, but smiled and smacked him, hard, her nails on his cheek a delicious sting. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You wouldn’t, for my cock? You like it.” He thrust up, just a little, and she laughed and tossed her hair back, shaking her head.
He loved making her come, making her laugh… all of this. He loved her so fucking much he would literally fight Death for her. Punch that fucker in the face and kick him while he was down—or her, or them. Whatever gender Death was, Sasha didn’t care. They’d be beaten to a pulp if need be, to keep his wife safe.
Viv scratched him, leaving red trails down his chest and abdomen, and she came again with one of his hands between her legs to rub her clit while she bounced on him.
“C’mon, baby, pull my hair. Make me feel it,” Sasha begged, then gasped in pleasure when she complied. “Yeah, fuck, you feel so good. You like that? Like my cock? It likes you.”
She was too far gone to make fun of him, so she just nodded, sweaty, her hair sticking to her face and her breasts bouncing as she rode him. “You’re—good—at this. Always—have been.”
“Practiced just for you,” Sasha agreed, smiling as she went tight around him, coming as hard on his cock as she had on his mouth. “That’s, what, four? Wanna go for six?”
She laughed weakly, shaking her head. “I want to hurt you until you come.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re the fuckingbest,” Sasha crowed, and she slapped him, pulled his hair, scratched him up while he fucked into her. “Yeah, yeah, make me bleed, ain’t I been a good boy?”
“You have.” She put her hands on him, and the air went tense around them. A spark of violet flashed, and Sasha’s breathing went all fucked up and fast when he realized what she was going to do. This took a lot of energy, using her magic this way, and he could hardly wait for thezingthat would send him over the edge.
“Gonna make Micah make that tea—and dinner—for you all the time, if I get this,” Sasha panted, on edge, his cock swelling. “Mmm, that cunt of yours is heaven, baby. I— What?”
She leaned down, smiled, and the magic zipped through her, shocking him into a moan as she bit at his ear. “I wonder how he’d hurt you. Micah.”
So he wasn’t the only one thinking it, then.
“Ain’t sure he’s a sadist up to your levels, baby,” Sasha managed, because even on the edge of orgasm he could still talk. “But I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to try. You feel like sharing?”
“You’d be nice, together,” she said, settling back on his lap, letting him fuck up into her while she kept tracing fingers imbued with magic over his chest. When she flicked at his nipples, it felt like a current going down to his balls. She smiled. “Don’t come until you ask.”
“Aw,” Sasha whined, but it wasn’t really a problem. “Think he’d like taking my dick as much as you do?”
“Who wouldn’t?” Viv kissed him. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Sasha managed, then cried out when Viv did something with her magic, making her eyes brighten, and he felt itinside, like some kind of lightning directly on his cock. “Please, baby, have mercy.”
“You don’t want that,” she teased, smacking him again and again, over and over while she scratched him bloody with her other hand and the magic pulsed.
It felt like fucking a storm. Sasha managed one more “Please, please,”and then she nodded and he barely heard her “Go on, come,”before he came like a wildfire and drove his cock in as deep as he could get. Viv pinched his nose and covered his mouth while he came, to give him that last little edge of submission, and he nearly blacked out with how good it was before she let him breathe again.
After, he gathered her into his arms and kissed her face, her neck, her cute little tits, her soft stomach, her thighs. She played with his hair, not pulling, drowsy as he rested his face on her stomach.
“Did you mean that?” He looked up at her, her face serene in the firelight. “About, uh… Wait, is the door silenced?”
She opened her mouth, then gave him a wide-eyed look. “Oh, I—think I forgot.”
He snorted. “Sure. I’m not buying that, but we can pretend, if you want.” He yawned. “You did a number on me. Been awhile.”
He saw a slight flash of something like guilt, which made him feel bad, because he knew that if she had the energy, she’d put him in his place like this every night.
“Always feels so good when you make me wait for it,” he continued quickly. Having her alive and well was more important than ever being scratched again. “But you need a drink. I’ll go get you some water.” He kissed her stomach and climbed off the rumpled bed. “Want anything else?”
