Witch's Brew | book II | 18+

Chapter 6 | Leila

The next thing I knew, she was breastfeeding from me as I fingerfucked her.

I pulled her face closer with one hand, the other pounding into her dripping core.

"Harder Leila," she groaned, as she ground herself against my hand.

My other hand made its way towards her right breast, caressing it as I pounded her with two fingers, her free hand gripping the attached wrist.

She turned her attention to my other breast, pinching the soaked nipple before gently grazing the tip with a perfectly manicured nail.

"More," she groaned against my breast as she suckled at it before biting hard.

I yelped in surprise, two more fingers slipping into her when I was more forceful then I meant to be.

"Yes," she cried, throwing her head back as her cream soaked the bed beneath us.

It was almost like I was someone else, watching my body through a haze.

Then the door slammed open.

"Leila," Romulus roared.

I jerked to look towards him.  He looked crazed.

He had grey sweatpants, hanging low, his erection apparent for all to see.

He stood there, gaping at us for a moment as we gazed back at him.

"So," he started after a moment of everyone just being seemingly frozen in time.  "This is what you were busy with," he sneered. "Your sister.  Is she even your sister," he demanded as he swayed on his feet slightly.

She looked strangely worried.  

Perhaps it was because his eyes were clearer, or the fact that he looked slightly healthier.

"It's not what you---"

"Save it," he grunted.  There was a pause as he looked her in the eyes, obsidian black eyes filled with a mix of loathing and despair as they flashed between his black and his wolves' gold.

"Vi's here," he grunted after a moment.

"Oh," she said quietly.

Neither of us had moved.

"You should go see her, she's been waiting a few hours now.  She looks rather agitated," he added smugly.

"Right," she murmured.  "What about..?"

"The...rogue?"

"...Yes.  The rogue."

"I'll make sure to take care of her," he said, his expression bland.

"I-if you're certain..."

He was silent as he stared at he from the door.

"Right."  She turned to me.  "I'll be back soon," she whispered as she gently detangled herself from me while I managed to extricate my fingers from her ravenous pussy.

She paused, almost looking unsure, before turning on her heel and dashing for the door, bumping Romulus slightly on her way out.

I collapsed, suddenly realizing just how tired I was.

"You can't sleep yet," he grunted.  "I said I'd take care of you after all, didn't I?"

Before I could respond, I was flipped on my back, his pants gone, dick bobbing in front of my face.

"In fact," he continued. "Why don't we take care of each other?"

I opened my mouth to respond just as he surged forward, his large hands playing with my breasts.

He pulled out slowly before surging forward all the way to the hilt as he use my breasts for help.

"So tight," he grunted as salty precum began to leak in copious amounts down my throat, tears following a similar path from my eyes. His thumbs gently brushed over my nipples before he pinched them hard so that I yelped out around his massive meat.

"What were you doing with Suadela," he grunted as he pulled out all the way.

"I...I..."

"Wrong answer," he grunted as he thrust back in, squeezing my breasts as he picked up speed.

He pulled out all the way, precum dribbling down my chin as I was once more flipped and tied down by that dreadful rope.

He began to finger me roughly, expression hard, eyes glinting.  I grasped his wrist, grunting at the painful intrusion.  "This is what you like, isn't it my little slut?  I bet you do it with anyone," he hissed.

My eyes teared up even more at the combination of his words and his hand pounding my core.

He was being unfair.  This whole situation was unfair.

"As if you're one to talk," I managed to wheeze around him as he pulled out, causing his eyes to narrow.

"And just what is that supposed to mean," he barked.

I laughed derisively at that.

"Ever heard of consent," I demanded, eyes hard.  "Or do you always just take what you want?"

"What in the name of the Moon Goddess' glowing left orb are you talking about," he demanded, stilling, as blood leaked out of me, the metallic tang thick.

"The bathroom," I hissed.  "You never asked.  You just took what you want from me.  You and your brothers always take what they want in this relationship, expecting compliance.  I'm not a bed, I'm a person!"

He drew back at that as if I had slapped him.

"But you smelled like you were enjoying it," he mumbled, eyes wide as they took in his hands literally soaked in the remnants of our child's blood.

"Even if I was, which is irrelevant, you ask," I hiss.  "And a bathroom..?  Really?"

"I don't understand..."

I let out a long sigh as I sagged against the bloodied bedsheets, exhausted.

"Did you enjoy Suadela making you cum," I rasped as darkness seemed to to close in on me.

I was so tired, everything felt heavy.

"No," he whispered.  "You're right, I didn't Leila.  Leila?  Leila!"

The buzzing was back, like hornets attacking me.

"....Be back," I heard faintly through the buzzing as I embraced the warm darkness, eyes fluttering closed.

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I was floating

Every limb was weighed down like it was made of lead even as I felt weightless.

Where ever I was was silent, void of color, light and dark.

I was simply there.

I could finally get a moments rest.

I felt myself sink further into the waters, growing colder as the water seemed to grow thicker, turning into more of a gel.

I just needed a moment to rest, the Romulus could finish hearing what I really thought of him.

A/N: What do you thing Suadela wanted with Vi?

Do you think Romulus is still drugged?

What do you think Suadela's long-term plan really is?

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