Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Skor opens the door of this little one-room place as if he owns it. Does he? Has he somehow planned absolutely all of this? I feel as though there are invisible strings on my limbs connected to him.
It’s not an impressive spot, but it is shelter. There are a couple of chairs, and there’s a small rotten kitchenette with a few cracked plates and cups sitting in an old sink.
Skor goes to the kitchenette and gets a box of salt down from the shelves. He proceeds to pour a circle on the very middle of the floor, kicking old furniture out of the way to make a space big enough for the both of us. I watch him do this with a growing sense of trepidation.
“Step inside,” he says.
“No,” I refuse.
“I can tie you up and put you in there, or you can go in willingly,” he says. “Either way works for me.”
I feel my stomach clench. Something is up. He has a plan for me, and I am not going to like it. I am sure of it.
“What are you trying to do to me?”
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
He says that in a way that makes me think I definitely have to worry a lot. I stand back and I start to summon my power.
“I wouldn’t do that,” he says.
I do it anyway.
I expect a lightning bolt to crack down through the cabin, frightening him into submission. But nothing happens. The salt ring glows a little, but that’s it.
He smiles, broad and sexy, and fucking scary.
“What did you do?”
“That’s a conduit,” he says. “You can try to pull as much magic as you like; it won’t do anything other than be soaked up in the salt. I know you’re used to being the only witch in the pack, baby, but you aren’t anymore.”
He snaps his fingers, and I feel my entire body jerk forward toward him. I am moved like a puppet, my limbs being manipulated by unseen forces. I let out a cry of shock, but it is cut off as I collapse to my knees. He has no interest in letting me go.
“You’re sick.”
“I’m powerful,” he says. “And you’re one of the few people I can share it with. Isn’t that sweet? The next time you try to do any kind of magic without my permission, like unlocking doors, or exploding windows, or generally making a nuisance of yourself, remember this. You are not the only one who knows how to manipulate nature.”
“Let me up!”
“No, sweetheart. I’m obviously not going to do that. I’m going to hold you in place just like this… lean a little forward, spread your legs… good girl.”
He’s praising me as if I am doing as he tells me, but we both know I have no choice. I am under his control.
My legs spread and he moves around behind me, rubbing his hand along the seam of my britches. “You look good in these,” he says. “It would be a pity to ruin them. But so much of you is going to be ruined before this is over.”
He goes ahead and closes my legs with his hands, then draws the pants down over my hips, removing them entirely before forcing my legs open again, exposing my bare sex to his gaze.
“Did you ever think you’d be captive to someone who knows the workings of the dark as well as you do?”
I grunt in response, then moan as he starts to stroke my pussy. It feels good. Everything he does feels good. I am curious about the conduit, how he’s able to channel my energy into it. I wonder if it stores the magic, or if he’s drawing from it.
“Stop thinking,” he censures me. “You need to be mated, and that is what I am going to do.”
“I’ve been fucked so many times,” I whimper.
“Yes. You have. And you’re going to be fucked again,” he says, his tone quite merciless as he prepares me to be used. “It’s time you started putting your attention toward your twin duties of being mated and having pups.”
“I think I hate you,” I moan as his fingers find my clitoris.
“I hope you do,” he grins. I can hear the smile in his voice as he starts to circle that hungry little bud. “I hope you hate me as I fuck you senseless. By the time I am done with you, you’re going to be writhing with orgasm, filled with my cum, and your naked, sweating body is going to be coated in salt.”
He forces me to crawl to the center of the salt circle, following me with his fingers on my pussy. His touch is relatively gentle for the moment, but I know it won’t stay that way. Soon enough I am going to have his thick, evil cock deep inside me.