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Story: The WitchSlayer
“Are you usually impatient?”
Her eyes didn’t leave his shaft, inspecting it since she hadn’t seen it before.
The head was broad and such a dark shade of pink. His cock was long, and she thought if she were to wrap her hand around it, her fingers would barely be able to contain the thickness of it.
Has that really been inside me?No wonder she felt the bite of pain each time he entered her for the first time.
“Yes, I do not like to wait for things that I want.”
She heard him give a pant right before it jerked again and a well of semen rose to the deep slit in it. Her eyes shot up to his. He had been watching her stare at it! Her face heated to such a bright shade of red at being caught.
“Maybe if you were not so rough with me earlier it may have been possible, but I am tender and sore all over right now.”
His nose crinkled into a cringe, and she watched that scar across his face puff because of it. She liked seeing it do that, making it more pronounced – regardless of the face he held doing it.
Whenever it happened when he smiled, she had to stop herself from reaching out and touching his face adoringly.
“Fine. Hop out of the water and we will obtain the items you need to heal yourself.”
He removed his hands from the tub and stepped back.
He didn’t leave her room, and she laughed.
“I do not trust you with that thing.” She gestured to his obviously straining erection. “Leave and find clothing. I will do the same.”
“You are a wicked tease.” Her lips turned upright into a pouting smile, taking the compliment since she didn’t know how often he would give them. “Fine, I will cover myself foryourcomfortability rather than my own.”
He walked from the room, but not before she watched him absentmindedly wrap his hand around his shaft. He gave it a stroke before quickly throwing his hands away.
“Blasted Witch!” She heard from the tunnel, and Amalia covered her mouth to hide the laughter that escaped her.
Chapter 22
Amalia followed the Dragon as he led her down the tunnel.
He wasn’t angry, but she could tell he was irritated with the breeches he wore since he was constantly adjusting them around his hips and the bulge of his shaft.
She followed until he turned and then walked straight through the wall! She quickly raised her hands to touch what she could see was rock, but her hands moved through nothingness.
Poking her head through, she realised that it was a hidden room and walked inside.
Her jaw dropped, and she spun in a circle.
Runic symbols had been carved into the walls in a circle, running the entire length of the alcove. There was a stone bench with an array of bowls, cups, spoons, and a marble mortar and pestle. In the corner was a small cooking hearth, while next to it was a small table covered in raw crystals and stones and another with jars of dirt and clay.
What caught her eye the most were the plants, herbs, and spices she could see on multiple benches in rows against the back wall.
“I have never seen so many in one place before.”
She walked forward to gently cup a flower, the plant looking healthy and so very much alive.
“I have seen bigger,” he sighed when she turned to a different plant to touch a leaf and rub a thumb over it.
“Why would you have all this?” And how did she not know about it? This was like every Witch’s wet dream. “I did not think you liked witchcraft.”
He snapped his head to her while giving a soft growl. It immediately quietened when he realised she meant no offense.
“Dragons also have the ability to create potions. Anything you can do I can also do if I obtain the knowledge. We learn from each other, but we refuse to learn from Witches.”
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