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He didn't waste his time, swallowing my little moans as his hands roamed my body.

Pinching the sensitive flesh of my nipples, causing bits of pain to blends into the pleasure.

Sebastian pulled my hand from my core, replacing it with his own.

His fingers were thicker than my own, slightly calloused and lacking the sharp points of my own nails.

I tossed my head back in a moan, breaking our kiss as the pad of his thumb found my clit as two of his fingers worked inside me, "oh gods."

He kissed his way down my jaw and neck, leaving soft bites as he went.

My hips greedily followed the movement of his hand as his tongue flicked over my nipple.

My fingers buried in his hair pulling him closer as I ground my hips in his hand.

Whimpering when he took it away.

Then his lips were gone as well, that fiery gaze clashing with mine, his shock of dark hair mussed from my fingers, voice a husky rasp, "I am going to regret this later when my blood returns to my brain"

I bit my lip, gaze darting to his own full kissable ones, "You taste like cardamom and lust."

"And you, little witch," he growled, "like chamomile and sex."

"Hmm." I started, tracing my finger over his bicep, "we would make a fantastic tea. We could call it citrus and sex."

Against his will, a surprised laugh escaped his lips.

It was rich, deep, and gravely.

My hand snaked down to his erection, gasping a bit at the warm velvety feeling. The way his hips bucked at the contact.

I wasn't sure how he was going to fit inside me. I had a woman's shape but certainly not the widest hips.

And the man atop me was massive in every sense of the word.

I stroked along the length of him as I thought through the logistics, it would likely hurt.

If I cut off his freshly spent member coated in my juices it could make such a powerful spell.

Something to think about at a later time.

"Enough foreplay." He growled, taking my hand off of him and gripping my knees, "I am going to assume that whatever otherworldly diseases your normal bed partners carry you took precautions against."

I wasn't entirely sure what he meant but I could feel the broad head of his erection pressed against my slit so I nodded.

"Good." He growled, not wasting another moment before he thrust himself inside me.

I gasped, back arching as half of him pushed inside me. A strange feeling of pain and pleasure dancing up my spine.

The man on top of me, froze.

I was panting in his ear, waiting for the next push. The next thrust. The next few inches of him.

He started to pull out, "what the..."

"Why are you-" I started to ask.

"What kind of fucked up magic is this?"

I blinked, "magic?"

His fingers dipped between us, returning to show me my own desire tinged with blood. "The impossible virgin witch."

"I am confused."

"Witches get their powers by fucking demons."

I nodded slowly, wiggling my hips a bit, trying to get him deeper, "yes. Lesser witches. Not born tapped into the universes needs."

He sort of just looked at me.

"I have never been with another being in a sexual manner" I replied, "I was born in tune with the stars, the magic already in my blood."

He swore.

"Is that a problem? Had I known I likely would have informed you. Is it uncommon for a she wolf to be chaste when fucking her mate or is there some form of ridding herself of it before she slips into bed with her chosen?"

He moved away from me, a tiny gasp escaping me as he left my body. His hands ran through his hair, "a virgin witch."

"You broke my hymen. Technically even though neither of us have peaked I am no longer a maiden.

" I gazed over his body, his muscles rippling as he moved, "I would like to.

Peak I mean. It was quite lovely earlier when I experienced it at my own hands.

I imagine the feeling would be even better when I was doing so around your-"

"Shut up Noviana." He snarled.

I frowned, propping myself on my elbows, "you are angry."

He said nothing.

"Would you rather I have had intercourse with hellspawn?"

"No." He snarled, returning to me, "why did you say nothing?! That..I wasn't..."

I was bemused, "You are upset you...hurt me?"

His jaw clenched.

"I imagine hurting me is part of my murder." I blinked, "I honestly do not see a problem with what has occurred save for the fact that I am no longer filled with your coc-"

He was back on the bed, mouth over mine, hands spreading my legs. "None of this is my fault."

"I do believe the puddle of my lust on my bed is due to you."

"The lack of finesse in the loss of your maidenhead I mean." He stated as if it were obvious.

"I do not think finesse is what one needs for bed sport. Skill perhaps, but delicacy? I didn't witness that this morning when you were rutting that woman."

A slow smirk spread over his face, "oh? Is that what you want?" He rasped huskily, voice coated in promise, "to be pounded into this mattress until you loose all coherent thought?"

"Yes." I whispered.

His cock was pressing against me again, "You want it hard little witch? Until you scream so loud that you cannot speak for days much less walk?"

"she could walk perfectly fine. Run even."

"She wasn't you." He growled, "you both infuriate me and make me hard as steel. Now I ask again, do-"

"Yes." I replied, "I want to feel you for days to come. I would also prefer to be so satisfied my bones feel like jelly." I paused a moment, "just not in my bottom. I have a feeling that would hurt quite a bit."

He rolled his eyes, "not if its done right."

"It is illegal."

"You lure people to your home and murder them."

"True."

"And I am king."

"So sodomy is-"

"You have been deflowered less than five minutes and you are already onto loosing your anal virginity."

"Well." I replied, "you have yet to put it in me so- Gods!" I yelped as he unceremoniously pushed inside me again.

He didn't pull out this time though.

Instead he thrust again.

And again.

And again. Pushing the entirety of his length inside me, "I dont think my quim was meant for something quite so big."

His face was buried in my neck, tongue lapping out at the sweat on my skin. "Sure it is. Feels," he ground his hips into mine, groaning, "feels like a fucking perfect fit." He leaned back, so we were no longer chest to chest, eyes trailing down my body to where we were connected, "see?"

I followed his gaze, moaning I took in the sight of my flesh around his own, "that is so lewd..."

And yet I couldn't look away as he slowly started to thrust, picking up pace quickly until he was pounding me as promised. My gasps and moans mixing with his growling groans.

My whole body shook with his thrusts, the bed moving in time with us.

My toes curled as his lips sealed over one of my nipples, cutting off my view of our coupling.

His fingers on my clit cause my moans to rise in pitch as I fell apart in his arms.

He gripped my hips, grinding into me.

I had been wrong when I thought he holds himself deep as possible when he spends.

He somehow buries himself deeper, pelvis grinding into my bundle of nerves to prolong my own orgasm as I milked him of his own.

my legs, which had somehow wrapped themselves around his waist fell back onto the bed as he pulled out of my body, both of us panting.

My gaze skimmed his body, noting he was still hard.

His own eyes trailed over my body, as if considered something.

Then he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up as my fingers grippes the sheets. "After this..." He growled into my ear, "we are gonna see how flexible this body of yours is."

The head of his cock nudged at my opening again. I moaned softly, "how so?"

"By testing how close to being bent in half I can get you." He gripped my hips, "this first though."

If i had been on my hands and knees, I undoubtedly would fallen deeper into the sheets with the force of his thrust, "gods...yes!"

His chuckled growl came in reply, "the gods have nothing to do with what your feeling little witch."