The Dark Witch And Her Knights

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Eyes closed I reached up caressing his face in my hands. "If it were not for the curse I couldn't grantee I wouldn't be hiding behind corners just to get a glimpse of you. I would find excuses to bother you relentlessly just to hear your deep voice. Constantly ruin potions that require your assistance. Complain we need wood for the cabin after purposely over burning our stock, so you would have no choice but to chop more, working up a sweat and losing your shirt." I smiled and kissed the corner of his lips as he chuckled. "Curse or no curse I would have shamefully flirted with a gorgeous man- warlock I'd had no business fawning after. For surely you are too great for thy eyes to fall upon someone as simple and powerless as I."

My eyes finally opened and I thought his face looked pained. I shushed him trying to ease whatever was discomforting him. I couldn't bear to see him die. I couldn't bear to see him ache. My heart had changed in ways I had never expected.

"It is I who is not good enough to be chased after by one who holds beauty and bravery as you. From the moment our eyes met, I was stricken with sadness. For I knew I would never possess your heart. The heart of a princess destined to be a Queen. A Queen of man and Witch. Your powers may have been sealed but I could feel in the air around you how gifted you are." His eyes opened as he stared down at me. "I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your innocence. Your words of kindness. To have you beneath me only in flesh trembling with desire. I have done nothing to deserve your desire either."

His words ignited a spark within my chest. I pushed on his shoulder rolling him onto his back. He was surprised but let me continue. I began delivering small feather-light kisses to his pecks as I straddled him growing confident to show him I had committed to this. This curse. This training. This relationship. For all I knew, we would be tied together for eternity due to some higher power's intervention. I was determined to triumph over this negative power with positive thinking and actions.

"Why did you begin looking for me?" I asked trying to remain casual.

"I had Gavrial join the guard to save witches in hopes of one day finding you." He sighed enjoying my ministrations.

"Why did you want to find me?" Kiss, kiss, lick, kiss.

"To fulfill the prophecy."

"To what end?" I fondled his chest hairs twisting my fingers through the curls.

"To stop the meaningless deaths of all others like us or not." He grabbed my shoulders halting me to look at him.

"Was this not honorable and a selfless pursuit?"

"It doesn't matter. None of it matters. I raped you!" It hurt to hear, and reflexively I turned away. He grabbed my chin pulling me back to look him in the eye. "That is something that can never be forgiven. I deserve the hangman's noose and nothing less. Curse or no curse."

My head collapsed onto his chest as tears slipped from my eyes. His hand began weaving through my hair combing out the tangled pieces. "The only woman I've ever harmed in life has become the only one who I would gladly die for before I let any harm come upon her. I've fallen so madly in love with you. And I knew I would before I was cursed."

My sights trained on him in disbelief. I loved him too. "It's crazy," I whispered.

"It's witchcraft," he corrected.

"I don't care what it is anymore." I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.

Soon I found myself beneath him again. I reached up tangling my finger in his wisps of blond hair. His mouth moved from mine down the valley of my breast before finding a nipple and sucking on it. A hand had found its way to my slick folds as he played with me. One of his large fingers slid in causing a gasp to pass my lips.

Lower he moved to cover my belly in soft kisses. Playfully he bit at the curve of my hip bone sending shivers throughout my body. His hands hooked under my knees pulling them wide so his kissing could continue up and down the inside of my thighs.

Unexpectedly his mouth came down on my mound as his tongue flicked out and licked up and down my folds. His hand had returned to my core and instead of one finger he slowly pushed two in at a teasing pace as his mouth continued working. I moaned unrestrained at the new sensation. I had never been kissed there before and the feeling had me uncontrollably trembling.

The pace of his finger sped up matching the pace of his tongue. I could feel myself clenching around him. My hand found its way to his hair tugging and pulling as the other clenched and twisted the sheet below. A tight coil formed in my lower belly. Faint sweat began to cover my body anticipating an orgasm of mind-shattering heights. My moans echoed through the cave and projected out into the forest. His stride quickened sensing my closeness. With perfect timing, he shoved a third finger into me drawing out my peak and forcing my body to spasm below him.

One arm wrapped around my waist pulling me up against him and letting me ride out my pleasure. When I relaxed he eased me back onto the sheet kissing me with lips sweetly covered in my essence. I could feel the head of him poking at my entrance. A needy whine escaped from me encouraging him to drive in.

In one full thrust, he had fully impaled himself in my core. We both moaned in unison at the pleasure of finally joining. His size was almost unbearable but the sensation was sheer bliss compared to the first time. Gently he withdrew then plunge back in, rough and deep. Staring at me, he watched as I squirmed and moaned beneath him while he continued to repeat the action.

I struggled to find air as he made my toes curl and my legs shake. As he sped up building a crescendo of pure ecstasy my center clamped down on his girth trying to milky him of every seed it could get. As he came he bit down on my shoulder making me moan louder. My hands pulled on his long blond locks as I whisper to him that I loved him. No matter how we came to be I had fallen hard for this Warlock.