Sebastian POV
The candle light glinted off her sweat slicked skin, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.
My cock finally settled and her lashes were heavy with exhaustion.
Her pale blonde hair strewn with raven feathers tumbled across the pillows, as she stared at the ceiling, "will you hand me the empty vial on the shelf?"
I rose, walked to the bookshelves and picked up a glass vial, handing it to her before collapsing next to her.
I watched her as she say up and brought the vial between her legs.
I gripped her arm, stopping her, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Our mixed fluids will be excellent for spells. More powerful than the seed I got from your lover."
"You are not using my cum."
"I already have. And now both our fluids."
"No. Its my bodily fluids."
She cocked a pale brow, "you gave it to me."
We stared at one another for a moment as I struggled for a response to her ludicrous statement, "no."
"Well. Its going to waste inside me right now. It is not my fertility time."
"You cannot have it for spells."
"Its not good to waste something so valuable. You no longer need it. And there is so much of it that would go to waste. You came inside me four times. Upon my flesh twice."
My gaze dropped to her tits, traces of my cum still on her flesh, "I did."
She had rubbed most of it into her skin.
"So. You will make more. It will just soak into me and disappear or drip from me anyways. Why waste it?"
"I don't consider it a waste."
"It is not like you can take it back."
"I could lick you clean."
Her legs clamped shut, "absolutely not. Such a waste of powerful fluids."
I opened my mouth to respond to this ridiculous argument when a loud chime broke through the air.
She immediately tensed, "fiddlesticks."
Did she just say fiddlesticks?
I started to rise from the bed as she did but she waved me off, "I forgot about something I needed to do today. I shall be back momentarily." With a snap of her fingers she was no longer the sweaty oversexed mess I made her into, instead her makeup was perfect again, her hair partly braided as it cascaded down her back and a new dress wrapped over her skin, this one fitted black velvet that hugged every curve, an emerald necklace dripping from her neck.
I belatedly realized she had her heels on through our entire romp.
She whirled from the room before I could even ask what the hell she was doing, musical voice fading in the distance as that bell rang again, "Coming...coming no need to rush."
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The Wolf and The Witch
RomanceThe world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The god...