Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Thirty-One

Sleep Token- Ascensionism

My mother and my sisters are all taken back to the courtroom. Since Supreme Lumen had pardoned my rogue brand and is working on the compensation for my banishment, I'm not allowed to go in there. The only ones here with me are Noah and Ahsan.

"What have you changed in my house?" Noah asks, sparking conversation.

"I didn't change anything. Ellie did," I smile to myself as I finish working on some paperwork Dean sent over. He's arriving in Hellbourne tomorrow. "Almost every room is furnished. I wanted to ask if you were okay with my getting rid of your loft bed. I'd like something more comfortable,"

"And with that, I give you two some privacy," Ahsan laughs and points at a door behind us. "Restroom, you have a couple of hours before they come for him,"

My face immediately heats as he gets up and leaves us both in here all alone. There are guards outside but still. Noah pops his lips a couple of times before he turns to look at me.

"You can get rid of whatever you want, baby. The house and everything in it is yo-"

Who am I kidding? There is no fucking way I am going to waste time not getting another hit of our power being this close. He laughs standing up and dragging me with him into the bathroom.

"You were really going to talk about the bed?" I laugh unbuttoning his jumpsuit.

"I really want to talk about how fucking good you look in this fucking ridiculous outfit," he gets my jacket off and starts working on the buttons on my button-up. He gets it open enough to bite me. "You didn't even try to cover these up,"

"Did you want me to?" I gasp when his hand slips into my pants.

"You're not wearing anything underneath, Gastly," he groans and tugs them down.

"All my stuff was in the cottage. I haven't had time to" I squeak when slips a finger inside of me. "I haven't had time to buy underwear for this and I hate the panty lines,"

"Me too," he turns me around so I'm pressed up against the sink. His hand cracks across my ass hard before he slowly enters me. We both make weird sounds as he slowly works his way inside of me. "Hands on the mirror,"

"Why?" I ask.

"The last thing we need is a blackout," he groans against the back of my neck.

He handcuffs my wrists with the magic canceling cuffs. The lights stop flickering and he grips the chain to hold my hands up against the mirror. He reaches around me and starts working my clit and rocks his hips faster and harder. I have to bite down on my lips hard to keep from screaming.

"Take these off," he taps my heels.

I slip them off while he pulls my pants down with his boot and gets me out of them. He turns me around and pulls us toward the toilet where he sits and pulls me down with him. He puts my arms over his head and leans back trapping me on his lap. I lower myself on him and he takes over completely.

"So, this is what it's like when you're being a good girl for me," he groans gripping my ass with both hands.

"This is me being good?" I laugh meeting his thrust with equal enthusiasm.

"I can't get your stupid little giggles out of my head," he slaps my ass again making me tighten around him. "You like that," he does it again and again until my legs are shaking from an orgasm. "Yeah, you're being a very good girl,"

"There is nothing good about this. We're in the high council tower. You're in a prison jumpsuit and your cuffs are around my wrists while we're fucking in the private restroom in one of the interrogation suites. I'd say we're starting this union off really really bad," I laugh as he unbuttons my shirt more to get to my breasts. "Fuck, but it feels so good,"