Conjuror's Coven: Chapter Three

Apparently, I should have told Catie I loved her sooner.

They were like these magic words that broke down her iron will, and had her straddling my lap in seconds. Like I’ve said, she’d done her best not to torture me too badly. Like she knew how much she turned me on and tried not to fire up my libido.

But that discipline was apparently over.

“Good thing we didn’t do fruity drink number three,” I mumbled with a grin. “I think you might be drunk already.” 

I had my hands braced on the bed behind me, doing everything I could not to grope her ass and rip off her clothes. But she was kissing my face and my neck and running her hands through my hair, and I was running out of resistance fast.

“I’m not drunk,” she said, kissing and breathing hard in my ear. “Except maybe on you. I want…” her chest heaved against me. “Goddess I want you. I want…everything. I don’t know if I can wait any more.”

Oh Jesus. I was seconds from ripping down her pajama bottoms and fucking away two months of torture. But she’d been so strong. She said she wanted to wait.

“How do Wiccan weddings work?” I said. “Can we say some words? Can you tie some hemp around my finger?”

Catie chuckled then whined against me, squirming in my lap.

“Yes. Maybe. But not really. My family is supposed to be there,” she said it like it was the worst rule ever made. She put her forehead against mine, our breath mixing as she looked in my eyes. “But I know you’re mine.”

That look could have burned iron. She was radiating warmth, her face red. I could tell she knew what she wanted to say but was struggling to say it.

“I…I want to drink your waters.” She bit her lip. “Can I taste you? Really taste you?”

I was no Wiccan expert, but this sounded like a thing I wanted to happen. She’d made me cum a dozen times in our few months together, but it was always so…controlled. So careful. She kept her clothes on and used her hands. I was pretty sure that’s not where this was going.

“I want your clothes off,” I growled. “I want to touch you however I want.”

She moaned and pulled to my lips like I was a magnet, writhing in my lap. When she came up for air she nodded shyly.

“I can’t wait…to be yours completely. For my family to know. To do everything.”

Yeah, I knew the feeling. But for the moment I rewarded myself by peeling her tank top up over her tits. She kept her hands on my shoulders, her hips moving as if unconsciously as she waited.

Her body was so smooth and soft, her skin paler everywhere under her clothes. I palmed her breasts over her bra, making her moan before reaching around to unclasp it. It was like slow motion as her big, gravity defying tits bounced out. 

I’d seen them before, but not like this. Her nipples were pink and erect. I leaned forward and licked between the swells, trailing my fingers around an areola. Catie was writhing at every touch, her face up and eyes closed as she struggled to stay still.

I teased and nibbled and sucked, loving every desperate sound and movement she made. I finally took two handfuls of her ass as I sucked her nipples, slowing down and taking my time. Two months of torture was good for one thing: I was in control. Of myself. Now of her.

I pushed her forward until she stood, then kissed my way down her flat stomach to her pajama bottoms. She was putting her legs together and biting her lip again, suddenly shy as I started working them down.

“No need to be shy,” I said, slipping the soft fabric lower on her hips. “Every part of you is gonna be mine.”

“You can’t taste me,” she said as if agony, hands gripped in my hair. “I want that so much. But not yet. Please.”

I fought the lust, desperate for control. And I didn’t know what to expect as I dragged those pants down. ‘Wiccan’ sounded like maybe full on 70s au naturel bush. Not that I gave a shit.

But as I slid off her pajama bottoms, I held my breath. No underwear, and a thin, triangular patch of soft hair above her sex.

“Did you trim for me? For this trip?” I said, running my hands gently along her thighs and hips.

“Yes,” she squeaked, putting her curled fists on her mouth.

The sight and smell and feel of her just about overwhelmed me. All I could do was run my hands along her skin, planting kisses closer and closer to my target.

She’d asked me not to taste her, and so I wouldn’t. But it was damn hard. She was keeping her legs closed and tight together, and I had to gently push them open.

She made a noise like ‘mmm’, like even now she wasn’t sure. 

“What’s wrong?” I said, wanting her totally at ease. “Do you not want this? It’ll be hard, but I can wait a little more.”

She covered her face with her hands entirely.

“No, it’s just…I’m so wet. It’s embarrassing.”

The word sent a shiver up my spine. I worked her legs apart with a bit more strength, sliding a hand up until it was pressed as high as it could go. She wasn’t kidding. Her wetness damn near coated my index finger just touching her.

“Jesus,” I said, biting her hip as I slid my hand back and forth. She shuddered and my lust started taking on a life of its own. I eased her back on the bed, coming up to kiss her lips as I slid my hand back and forth between her legs.

She moaned and gripped my shirt as I massaged, groaning as I felt her opening start to expand. She met my eyes as I played with her clit, kissing me deep as I slipped a finger inside her.

I’d been waiting two God damn months to do that.

She clamped down and squeezed my finger hard. I don’t know if she’d been doing Kegel exercise for a decade or what, but it almost forced me out. Not imagining that crushing around my cock was impossible, and the painful length of iron in my pants near burst.

“You’re inside me,” she gasped, her legs spreading even wider to let me touch. “Nothing has ever…mmm.”

I worked my finger deeper until she moaned, then started slowly pumping and teasing her opening with a second. I had a pretty big cock and she’d need some practice to take it. I couldn't imagine a better job than training her for the rest of my days. I saw no reason not to start now.

“I’m supposed to be tasting you,” she said, making no attempt to stop me or move.

“After.” I kept fingering her, loving the hot, tight warmth that was squeezing again and again. She was so responsive. So alive and young and loving my touch. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, and she moaned and sucked as I fucked her with my hand.

In less than a minute she was panting and wiggling against it.

“Is this…” she looked in my eyes for reassurance, and I smiled as I kept moving her closer.

“Let it happen,” I soothed. “Trust me and relax. I’ll take care of you.”

She instantly obeyed, which was a damn drug on its own. She lay back and looked up at me with adoring, trusting eyes, and it sent another spike of agony into my already concrete cock. It got even worse when she twitched and squeezed again on the two fingers buried inside her.

“I’m…it feels like…Jack, I think…”

She twitched and held her breath. Then she flood my hand with her juices. I pumped her straight through, dropping down to suck a nipple. She gasped and grabbed my head, shaking as she came in waves that lasted so long I couldn’t stop smiling.

I kissed her again as I kept teasing her, sending shudders through her body. She put her hands on my arm and twisted back and forth, but I kept at it, loving how sensitive she was as I explored the swimming pool I’d made of her pussy. 

I was worried she’d turn shy again, but she looked at me and flashed that perfect smile, staring with such intensity, such…genuine pleasure and joy. 

“Thank you, Jack. I always wanted…with the man I…I wanted to give you my waters for so long. That was…” she closed her eyes. “That was more than I imagined.”

Had she literally never cum before? Never touched herself? I wasn’t totally sure, but I was sure as hell turned on.

Then she was trying to roll me over to my back, and I didn’t want to stop touching but I let her.

“We have all night,” she said, putting her legs around one of mine. She pushed her mostly naked body against me and looked down as if battling her shyness again. “Can I just…play? I want to touch it, and taste it, however I want. Then maybe after, you can teach me how to please you?”

Yeah. It was a pretty good day. I just grinned and slid my hands down her arched back to grip her cheeks, giving her another kiss with a nod.

She gave that excited little squeal I loved, then started sliding down my body, getting her hands to my sweatpants as she did her best to smoothly pull them down. Her inexperience was as hot as the rest of her, and I sat up to help, tossing my t-shirt and leaving myself completely naked.

She stared at my cock like it was the first time she’d seen it, running her hands up my legs.

“I love your body,” she said, so perpetually pink in the face now I couldn’t tell when she blushed. “I feel so naughty saying that.”

She knelt at the edge of the bed and made a sound like a starving person seeing food. I inhaled and scooted forward, my ramrod of an erection slapping against her cheek.

She laughed and gripped it, that magic spell of her enthusiasm washing over me. She chased my dick with her lips, giggling as it twitched and bounced against her face. I gathered up a handful of her long hair, leaning down to kiss her lips.

I couldn’t imagine a better sight in the world. My beautiful Catie on her knees, tits bouncing as she played with my dick, as excited as me for what came next.

I’d made this happen. This was my life now. The girl of my dreams in my bed, soon to be my wife. It was an impossible feeling, but I knew I’d defend it, do anything to keep it from disappearing.

She stared into my eyes as she licked along my shaft, then wrapped a hand around the base.

“It’s so wiggly,” she said with a giggle. “Stop bouncing around.”

It took a lot of willpower not to just grip her hair and plunge into her mouth. But she wanted to play, and I wanted the act of blowing me to be as fun and enjoyable as possible.

She teased me like she always did without trying. Usually it was her thumbs playing with my crown. Now it was kissing and licking my tip like she was making out with my cock. By the time she opened her lips to take me in, I was already edged into a desperate madness.

Wet warmth flooded down my shaft as she took me in. I groaned and pulled her just a little deeper, and she gagged but fought through until she’d settled. She spent the longest few minutes of my life testing how deep she could take it, exactly when she’d gag, and what happened next. 

Every new attempt had her smiling like she’d discovered some new trick, laughing and kissing my tip against before playing with my balls as she inspected.

However much fun she was having, I was pretty sure I was having more.

“Can I lick this too?” she went under and trailed her tongue over my sack when I groaned in the affirmative. “I wonder if I can fit it in my mouth.”

I felt my eyes roll as she tried. She sucked and licked and fit most of my sack in her mouth as she stroked my shaft with a more expert hand. But like an impatient kid she abandoned that and went back to swallowing me, now experimenting with her tongue to swirl around as she gulped.

I was pretty good at controlling my dick. But this was too much. I barely had time to warn her as she started bobbing with tight lips and a hand squeezed around my sack.

Also, my ‘warning’ was saying something like ‘ungh’ and gripping her hair as I clenched and exploded.

Months worth of sexual frustration blasted into Catie’s mouth. She froze like a prey animal, but I could feel her tongue still working as my load coated her mouth in a series of sprays.

She closed her eyes and went back to sucking. I twitched and gasped as I watched her fight for every drop, milking me in a steady rhythm, head bowing like a woman at prayer. And maybe she was.

“God…I’m…sensitive.” I shook and just about pulled her off.

She didn’t seem to care. She didn’t open her eyes until I was completely drained, looking up at me as she swallowed. She didn’t take my cock out, just leaving me in her warm mouth as I sat there coming down from the agonizing pleasure.

“Jesus, baby.” I ran a hand through my hair and breathed. I hadn’t cum so fast or hard from a blowjob since I was a teenager. Before the end I was usually fucking the girl’s throat myself, my mind somewhere else, in some even more debauched fantasy.

With Catie, my mind hadn’t wandered at all. I was completely in the moment, completely with her and in her, just watching what she was doing to me. It wasn’t because she was some expert or had experience. It was her complete attention to me, her excitement to be doing what she was doing.

When she’d finally taken my cock out, she was rubbing it wet all over her face like a fucking luffa.

“I drank your waters,” she said lustily, like she’d gotten away with something. “That means your seed is mine forever.”

I groaned and lay back on my elbows, staring at Catie’s beautiful face now covered in spit and cum, nothing left on her amazing body except that locket.

I still wanted to fuck her. Desperately. And a piece of me was trying to come up with some kind of justification. Some trick or combination of words that would make it so.

But I agreed with her entirely. After tonight, I’d be hers, body and soul. Whatever part of me that wasn’t already.

Of course, at the time, I had no idea.