Page 66 of What The Hex (The Family Spells)
She trailed off and then wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging me into her. I could taste a faint shimmer of something on her lips, but it didn’t affect me the way it was affecting her.
“This isn’t, like, mesmerizing you or anything, is it?” I muttered, her silken inner walls clamping down on my tail as I pushed it in and out, nice and slow.
“Not at all.” Grace dug her fingers into my hair and kissed me even harder, beckoning me in with an unspoken invitation. When she pulled back from my lips, hers were glossy from kissing me, making them look even plumper and fuller than they already were. If Grace wasn’t mesmerized, I sure as hell was. “Magic is an extension of the user, as always. This aphrodisiac of yours is as good—or as bad—as you are.”
That was more than enough of an answer for me.
I withdrew my tail from inside of her and lined up my cock, making sure our gazes were aligned just the same. When I pushed inside of her, she licked her lower lip, her pupils dilated, her witch hat askew on her flaming hair. I had few inked spells left, but I unleashed one on both of us, hissing slightly as it peeled away from my skin and granted us a little cantrip to amplify our orgasms and ensure they came in sync.
Not that I needed help with that or anything. Only a stupid man doesn’t know when a woman’s about to come; it shouldn’t be all that hard to time it right. If her muscles aren’t milking and contracting, and her thighs aren’t quivering, then dude, you’re not even close.
I slid balls-deep into Grace while maintaining eye contact, trying and failing to keep myself from getting a perverse little thrill at the idea of her carrying my child. There was something primal and deep and loving that filled me when I considered it, something new. A first to share with Grace that I’d never shared with any other woman.
“How are you so damn tight?” I murmured, wondering if she had a spell for it or something. Some women did. But I didn’t sense any spells on Grace. No, I was pretty sure this was just her natural state.
“How are you so damn good?” Her response was heavy, almost sleepy, as she leaned her head back, baring that pale neck and thrusting her hips forward to meet the languorous motion of my own. I was hitting a spot that was making her body quiver with each thrust, and though the movements of my hips were slow, they were hard, too.
We shook the table with each joining.
All around us, purple witch hat lights glowed in the trees. They switched on, as if on a timer of some sort, and lent the air a sparkle that seemed to coincide with the carnal glimmer in Grace’s emerald eyes.
My hands slid up her hips and over the curve of her waist before I reached up and dragged the neckline of her silk dressing gown down to expose her breasts. The two heavy mounds fell easily into my palms, and I squeezed them, enjoying the sight and feel, the weight.
It occurred to me that these may very well be the last breasts I ever touched, and yet … that was the least frightening part of this new adventure. Or rather, it wasn’t frightening at all. This part, me and Grace, I could commit to trying out a relationship with her without needing to worry if we were sexually compatible.
Because, holy fucking hats and hexes, we were compatible.
My tail sneaked between our legs, and I unraveled the very last inked sex spell that I had on my skin: one for extra lube. It coated my tail and made it nice and slick, lending me the perfect opportunity to slip it beneath my balls and into Grace’s ass.
She gasped, eyes widening, as I probed her entrance, but her breathless excitement was clear invitation. “Do it.” The sharp intake of breath she released when I finally penetrated her made my balls tighten, but my initial spell wouldn’t allow me to come until she was close. Instead, I worked her with both my cock and my tail, wrapping my wings around us to shield Grace from the cool night air.
She seemed to enjoy that, reaching up and sliding her palms against the leathery expanses, feeling up nooks and crannies of myself that even I hadn’t explored. I’d always favored my witch side and, after experiencing a decent dollop of demon culture, I wondered if that wasn’t for the best.
But here, like this? I could almost imagine learning to embrace that part of myself.
“Right there, that’s the spot.” Graceley’s voice came out in a purr as she relaxed back against the cocoon of my wings, her palms playing across my bare chest, rubbing my shoulders. She touched me everywhere, making my skin tingle as I reveled in the snug warmth of her cunt, and the strange sensation of my tail rubbing against my cock. I could feel it through that thin wall of flesh between Grace’s pussy and her ass. Both channels felt even tighter this way, and sweat slicked my skin, running down my muscles as Grace dragged her nails along my abs. “Right there, Hex. Right there.”
