Conjuror's Coven: Chapter Four

It was gonna be a long night in that hotel bed. After cleaning up and getting ready to sleep–singing a little song the whole time–Catie wore one of my shirts and literally nothing else. 

“I’m so happy,” she said, wrapping her arms around me after flopping on the bed. “I can’t believe I told you about my family. That you’re coming home with me. That I met someone like you out here.”

I felt like telling her it wouldn’t be hard for a girl like her to meet someone. But maybe it was. I knew a lot of guys these days were shallow assholes who only wanted sex. Little boys who wanted to get older without growing up. No wives, no children, just an evolutionary cul de sac.

“I’m excited to meet your family,” I said, which was true. “Should I be getting gifts, or something? I brought some wine. But that’s all I’ve got.”

She shook her head and squeezed me even tighter. We were just laying in bed, her head on my chest, her body dangling down mine. I massaged her scalp to occupy my hands, and because she loved it. But the short length of that shirt and the sight of her legs was driving me mad...

“That feels so good,” she said with a moan, which made my dick twitch. She noticed, and sat up with a frown.

“How often will you be…wanting me? When we’re married I mean. It always seems to be…moving.”

“Uh.” I laughed. “A lot? You’re really attractive, and almost naked. If it’s ‘moving’ it’s your fault.”

“Oh.” 

She grinned like the thought pleased her, then settled back down in my lap. I was about to go back to touching her when her hand slid right next to my shaft. She sat back up and looked at me like this was an important conversation.

“My clan takes a person’s waters very seriously. Especially a husband’s. You’ll need to tell me when you need relief, because you aren’t to touch yourself once we’re married.”

Well, that was...direct. Order-like. And no masturbation? I let that slide for now.

“Your clan?” I said, taking a breath. I wasn’t sure if she was just playing and teasing me or what, but her hand was still moving around. She nodded.

“It’s like my…extended family. We go back, way past England. We're not like Gerald Gardner and those people. Most modern Wiccans are doing nonsense.”

“Uh huh.” I wasn’t sure I cared about Wiccan theology with Catie rubbing her hand around my dick. She noticed my distraction and stopped with a frown.

“This is important. You can’t go around full of vital waters. It makes you…” she shrugged and sat up, which just pulled my eyes to her big tits stretching out my shirt. “Vulnerable. Weak. It’s important I keep you balanced. You could be a target, as my husband I mean.”

My brain was slowly working again and I narrowed my eyes.

“At the risk of looking a gift horse in the mouth, what are you talking about? What do you mean target?”

Catie sighed, shrugging again.

“I haven’t exactly told you…everything. It’s hard to explain. You won’t believe me right away.”

“Try me,” I said, a lot happier to hear ‘Wiccan’ nonsense with a mostly naked girl in my lap. “I’m listening.”

Catie took a breath, and met my eyes.

“Magic…it’s real. And I don’t mean parlor tricks or rabbits out of hats. I mean old world stories and myths. Blood rituals and curses and wizards. It’s real. And it can hurt you.”

I looked for the joke, but didn’t find it.

Now, it’s a strange moment when the naked girl who’s been sucking you off tells you something crazy. You’re torn, obviously, between not interfering with the continued sucking, and calling her out on her bullshit. 

But I’m a lawyer, in the end. And a good lawyer doesn’t waste his time on hearsay. Or on losing cases. He just does what he can to win. I smiled and pulled Catie up, draping my arms around her as I kissed my way up her chin.

“If it means me getting my ‘waters’ drained on the regular, I like magic. I like it a lot.”

She rolled her big eyes but didn’t fight me, moaning as I pulled her down to her back and climbed on top of her.

She spread her legs around me as I lay on top of her, which pulled up the long shirt and reminded us both she was naked underneath. The image of those legs gave way to the reality. The flat stomach, the trim triangle like an arrow pointing at heaven. The moist, exposed curves of her perfect little lips.

In a single motion, and without much thought, my hard on was laying on her stomach, my balls warm on her skin, just inches from everything I wanted.

“Babe…”

The dam of my willpower was breaking. The heat in my gut was burning enough it felt like heartburn, and I suddenly couldn’t remember the reasons this was a terrible idea…

“We can still get married,” I said, lust consuming my brain. “Your family. The rituals. I already know you’re my wife.”

She looked between my eyes and bit her lip. I was sliding my hard on up and down her flat stomach, practically humping her body like a dog. She was running her hands up my legs to my ass, looking up at me with those big, brown eyes. She was definitely not helping.

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m already yours. I want you so much.”

My dick was pretty sure that was a ‘yes’. I slid it down further and further, over her belly button then the little patch of soft hair. I stopped and pressed it against her clit as I crushed against her, moving back and forth, sliding further until my shaft was parting her puffy, wet lips.

“We shouldn’t…” she said, with no conviction whatsoever. “I’d be breaking all the rules.”

“I can stop,” I managed, slowly pulling her shirt higher. “If you tell me to, I can still stop. I think.”

She had her arms around my neck, her lips an inch from mine. She was breathing into me, surrounding me, filling up little pieces of me I hadn’t known were empty. I realized I meant it–that if she asked me to wait a night, a year, I would. I’d do anything for her.

“I...I'll break the rules. For you,” she whispered. “I want to. To show you I’m yours. You can have me now. I want it inside me.”

That should have been enough—knowing it was true. That she was willing to give me her body there, now. That she would break her religious rules just for me, give me her virginity before any ‘rituals’.

Except the head of my dick was sliding up and down her slick, puffy lips, and she felt so good my brain was breaking. Her long legs were spread, the erect nipples of her now exposed tits begging to be sucked. I could feel her soaked opening spreading apart, ready to take me in.

I loved her. I wanted the best for her and I intended to give it to her in every possible meaning of the word. But I wasn’t a fucking saint.

My cock was sliding into her before you could say condom. I pushed into her tight, virgin pussy, watching her take it with a primal lust. I dove deeper as she moaned and dug her nails into my arms, knowing there was no way I could stop now even if I wanted to.

I stayed still halfway inside her, kissing her passionately as I enjoyed the feel of her squeezing, pulsating walls around me.

She hadn’t lied about being a virgin, that was for damn sure. She met my eyes and panted as I worked myself deeper. Every inch was another glorious conquest, and I pulled up just to watch her take me in.

I rubbed her clit with a thumb to help, pushing and stretching her until she’d taken me balls deep. She felt so incredible. She whimpered and moaned, and I dropped back down to kiss her, ramming my tongue into her mouth to claim that, too.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, whimpering again. “I feel so…full.”

Fucking hell. If she hadn’t just blown me I might have lost it. But she had, and I was in control. I took it nice and slow, teaching her sweet and gentle, making love to her as we kissed and touched and moved like we had all the time in the world.

“You’re perfect,” I said a little later. “You’re doing so good. Your pussy feels amazing, baby.”

I could literally feel her getting wetter at the praise.

“It’s all for you,” she moaned, trying to wrap herself around me. “I’ll do anything you tell me.”

A tidal wave of depravity assaulted my brain, but I fought it off. I wanted nothing more in that moment than this beautiful girl naked and under me, watching as I took her slow and sweet. To make it perfect for her.

“You just lie there and take it,” I told her, kissing her neck and ear, squeezing a tit to get a nipple in my mouth as I kept thrusting. "Anything you feel or do is right, just relax."

Soon she was whimpering again but not with discomfort. She started bucking her hips trying to get me deeper, to push back against the cock diving into her. I was picking up speed and power, our flesh slapping together as I bumped against her pelvis.

“I think I’m…” she trailed off and clenched around me like a vice, and I couldn’t help but smile as this beautiful girl drenched my dick and dripped down my balls. 

When she’d finally finished her forehead was sweaty, hair sticking to her face. I loved her mindless expression, and put little kisses on her cheek and neck. Her body pulsed with aftershocks, her sex going slack as she started to run out of stamina.

“What are you…doing to me,” she said breathlessly, licking her lips with closed eyes. 

I wanted to change positions, to fuck her all night. But it was her first time and she’d be sore and run out of gas. I wanted it to be a perfect memory. Something she remembered and treasured forever. To look in my eyes as she felt me climax inside her, knowing the man she'd chosen loved her.

But my condoms were in my pants on the damn floor. I sure as hell wasn't stopping or pulling out.

“I, uh, need to carry you a sec,” I said.

“Umm.” She blinked like she was drunk, and didn't quite understand. “OK.”

Suddenly all that time at the gym made sense. I literally rolled us to the side of the bed, lifted Catie still skewered, and squatted down to grab my jeans. I got what I needed and dropped her back down, grinning as I held one in the air.

She wasn't quite as impressed with my athleticism as I was.

“No!” she said, like she was horrified. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“I thought I’d…I’ll cum inside you. This way I can...”

“So cum inside me,” she said, swatting the package away. 

I was confused because she’d already told me she wasn’t on birth control. I wanted kids, but not literally tonight. Not before we’d talked about things. Sorted out some key details.

My dick, on the other hand, thought it was a great idea. I was back to concrete inside her, and she moaned just at the feel of me stiffening and buried to the hilt.

“We don’t use condoms,” she said, like it was final. “You can cum in me. Or on me. A husband’s seed is sacred.”

Saying ‘I’m not your husband yet’ to avoid that seemed like a really, really bad idea with my dick buried inside her.

Instead I said to hell with it and went right back to thrusting, getting my hands under her to squeeze and spread her cheeks. I needed to finish before she wore down, which was not going to be hard.

She held on for dear life as I sped up, fingers digging into my back. I pounded two months of sexual frustration (and her ass) into that hotel bed, loving the feel of her body, her softness and curves, her completely soaked and eager opening taking everything I gave.

Fucking an eighteen year old college girl was already amazing. But fucking one like Catie, with a body like a playboy bunny, as she stared into your eyes like you were the only man on earth? 

My whole world reduced to the pink, perfect pussy of a virgin in love. Her body bounced against me, her sex swallowing my cock as she sucked my tongue. The pressure built until I was gone deep down a path of no return. 

I’d meant to pull out. To enjoy the ego-boosting image of this beautiful creature covered in my cum. It went how you’d expect.

My body curled into a release, my dick going from concrete to iron as I growled and sprayed deep inside Catie's core. She gasped and squeezed, walls pulsing as I filled her as if trying to milk me for more. I had no idea if she came with me, or just loved my orgasm so much she might as well have.

I rode the pleasure and stared down at her as she took it all, loved it all, pure bliss on her face. There was no ‘you weren’t supposed to cum in me!’ Only a youthful body wanting more.

She was mine to take, and I did. I pumped inside her as my balls released with wild abandon, lightning shivering up to numb my body and brain.

When I finally collapsed on top of her, my full weight crushed her into the bed. She didn’t say a word, her fingers trailing up my back, her toned legs still squeezing around me.

As my rational brain slowly came back, I started to worry she’d regret it. That I’d gone too far. Had I taken advantage of her? Was I about to cause her problems with her family?

“I love you,” she whispered in my ear. 

It helped. I met her eyes and kissed her deep, trying not to feel this was too good to be true. That I had too much now, and might lose it all. She giggled and put a hand to her face, looking torn between laughing and crying.

“What?”

“I can’t believe I have a husband,” she said, looking into my eyes. “I’m so happy. You make me happy. I’m not afraid to tell my family anymore.”

“Good.” I smiled, still inside her with no intention of moving. I stroked her cheek and smiled. “Because I’m not going anywhere. So they better get used to the idea.”

I had no idea what was coming, and for that night I didn’t care. Catie grinned and hugged me, and we just lay there in each other’s arms, both naked and covered in each other’s juices.

It was a perfect moment, a high with no come down. That’s how drugs work, right? I shut my brain off and closed my eyes, sleeping right there inside her.