I lean in to scent my witch another time, rubbing my nose up and down her folds as a low, needy pant floods my senses with her. She’s sunshine and deep woods and peace, so I coat my lips and face with her sweet honey before I look up from my place at her feet. Where I expect to see reservation, or concern—we scarcely know each other—there is only heat, scorching lust and a heaping dose of fire.

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My witch is ready to burn alive in the tense pleasure between us. It’s the rut talking, it must be, but I’m lost to the raging storm of it, barely capable of stringing two words together.

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Rising, I unbutton my vest and toss it aside, the witch’s pale eyes on my fingers. There’s so much more to seducing a woman than physical touch. It begins with eye contact, with putting on a show, with giving her something heady and sensual to look at. I pull my white shirt up over my head next, baring my torso to her hungry gaze.

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She licks her thick lips as I run one hand over my chest, feeling at a scar that travels from one armpit across both pecs and down my opposite side to my haunches. 

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I’ll tell her about the dragon that tried to eat me another time. For now I want her feral, because I’m a hair’s breadth from tossing her into the plush bed and having my way for days. My fingers move to my pants, a wet stain spread along the front. I’ve come twice just touching her, and I’m barely getting started.

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“Remove your shirt,” I command, nodding at the thin shift that covers her large breasts. Too many layers hide her naked body from me, and I want to see every inch of her. Because what I’ve seen so far is perfection. Her hands tremble slightly, but her eyes remain rooted to mine. She unties the laces at the top of the billowy white shirt, pulling them wide as I get my first glimpse of her chest. 

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She tugs at the laces until there’s space to remove the shirt, pulling it up over her wild hair. The moment I see her breasts, I lose that last ounce of control, picking her up in my arms and sitting on the edge of the bed with the witch perched on my thighs. She grunts, the shirt halfway over her head, but I’ve got to put my mouth on those fucking breasts.

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They're glorious milky white, pale veins traveling through the skin. Each round globe is more than a handful for even my large hands, and they’re tipped with stunning, pale pink nipples. My mouth waters as I lower my head, closing my mouth over one soft nipple, sucking her breast hard into my mouth, my cheeks hollowed out. I groan around the salty, tangy taste of her smooth skin, swirling my tongue over the bud as it hardens for me.

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Fuck me, she’s intoxicating, slightly salty from the heat of rushing through the underground.

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She arches her back, ripping the shirt all the way off before wrapping both arms around my neck. Her head falls to the side as I bite gently on her swollen nipple, kissing my way along the underside before I turn my attention to the other. I fall back in the bed, pulling her on top of my body with a sigh of pleasure.

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Big breasts sway and brush my face as the witch props herself up with a hand on either side of my head. My entire field of vision narrows to her intoxicating tits as I rub my cheek and jaw against one, then the other. I kiss and nip my way over every inch of her, teasing hard nipples with my tongue.

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“Stop teasing me,” the witch growls, her command stopping me in my tracks as my cock threatens to burst free from my trousers. I shift her ass down to my lap so I can press onto one elbow, gripping her chin with the fingers of one hand.

Blue eyes are nearly lost to the blown pupil. Where normally I’d question how witch and fae magic might mix, I’m too close to the rut to fathom it. All I know is I’m desperate to find out what it’s like for her to flood my cock with that sweet honey.

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Still, my own dominance recognizes another powerful aura, and it rises like a leviathan to meet hers.

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“You presume to command me, witch?” My voice is a cruel purr as I flip us, collaring her throat as she arches her back, thrusting her breasts up into my face. I nuzzle them both, nipping and biting as she rocks her hips against my chest.

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“I need more,” she whines, giving in to the force of my power. I know she can feel it, the way tendrils of it snake around us, taunting and teasing her. I’m a guardian fae, but that means my power is the power of domination, protection, possession. It has to be for me to do my job well. And I have done my job very well, because the witch folds like a house of cards, eyes closing as she pants softly, muscles twitching as my power pulses against her.

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“Beg,” I command hoarsely. “I planned to tease you for hours, but I’ll give you my cock now if you beg me for it.”

I want to hear her choke on the words, and then I want her to choke on my aching length as she swallows every bit of my cum, sweet little witch.

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When she says nothing, I lean down to bite her nipple, sinking my fangs into the tender skin and sucking at her blood. Gods, her blood is even better than her scent. I could lose myself to this, because blood is the rarest of treasures to a guardian fae. Gifting blood during sex is the ultimate pleasure, and I’ve taken hers so easily.

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“Beg,” I growl, biting another patch of skin and lapping at the sticky red blood that wells up under my tongue.

“Oh fuck,” she cries out as my teeth close around one nipple and pull. The woman’s back arches, her breath a series of increasingly chaotic pants.

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She’s going to come like this. Just from the start of my rut.

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Yessssss.

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“No,” I command, shoving her off me. “Naughty witches don’t get to come on fat cocks until they earn them.”

Blue eyes flash hatefully up at me as she sits up in the bed, eyes flashing purple as her magic gathers. Spikes of purple smoke rise from her palms, swirling into glittering balls.

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Powerful. She’s so powerful. Does she even realize it?

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With a scream, she blasts magic toward me and it tosses me into the air. The next blast thrusts me up against the headboard, hands pinned above my head as she stares up at me, purple flames dancing in her irises.

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“Is that so, fae? Perhaps I will simply tie you up and take what I want, then.”