She raised her head. Sean was looking at her with a glittery, wicked fascination, but a tender smile played on his lips. So different than the brittle look he wore earlier. He was enjoying himself, all thought of his heartache gone, for now. She wanted him closer, she wanted to kiss the tender smile and see the look of fascination on his face when he was inside her. She wanted them both to keep the happy feeling. She wanted it to grow into something more.
She knew how she had to make that happen. She had to surrender.
She relaxed back against the pillows. "Please, Sean. I want to play. I want you to make love to me. Please."
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I'm so incredibly glad."
He pushed his jeans off his hips and came back to the bed naked, with his cock impressively erect. He sat between her legs, and gently stroked her slick folds with his hand. She moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips.
"Please," she whispered. He traced very lightly over her sweet spot. She closed her eyes. "Please." She opened her legs a little wider.
"That's very pretty talk, Carrie," Sean murmured. "But we haven't used my bag of tricks yet."
He backed away from between her legs. Carrie felt the bed moving as he reached for his supplies.
"Hold this for me, will you?" She jerked from the cold steel of the knife he layed across her belly.
"What are you going to do with the knife, Sean?" she asked softly. She was surprised to find that even in her state of extreme vulnerability, she wasn't scared about the knife. She was aroused by the mystery.
He kissed the inside of her knee, all the way down her thigh, and sucked her clit lightly. She bucked again, and he splayed a hand on her belly, so that knife didn't slide and accidentally cut her. She whined as he denied her more of his mouth and raised up again.
"The knife is only to cut the herbs," he promised. "I'm making an anointing oil to sanctify our lovemaking. And your body is going to be my working altar."
"You're kidding," she panted.
"Perfectly serious."
"That's hot, Witch. Really fucking hot." In all her years of the craft, she had never heard, never conceived of such a wonderful way to use magic. An altar was a magical bank to draw upon to fortify a spell. And she was filled with magic—a divine Fort Knox. She was incredibly aroused at the idea of becoming the underlayment of her sexwitch's spell.
"I know," he smirked.
He cradled the large wooden bowl between her legs and instructed her to hold it there, with her thighs. In each one of her bound hands, he placed a small cruet of oil. He slid the knife carefully up her body, between her breasts.
Over her left breast, he layed a large stone—a rose quartz. "To open your heart," he murmured.
Carrie said nothing, but she felt the constant ache for Cernunnos ease slightly.
She jerked slightly as he place another stone, this one between her legs, just inside her. Warmth spread through her, from the stone's energy.
"Orange carnelian?" Carrie murmured.
"Mmm-hhhmmm," he purred.
Very meticulously, he began to lay out the plants he had collected.
He arranged rose petals on her breasts, sprigs of lavendar on her chest, two prickly pine cones in the crooks of her elbows, and the leaves of an unfamiliar plant along her ribs.
Carrie was nearly breathless with excitement as he decorated her with the makings of his magic. This was the hottest foreplay she had ever experienced.
"What are the green leaves?" she managed to gasp.
"Horny goat weed. Maeve ordered some from Asia years ago, and now it's an invasive species. A powerful aphrodisiac for you. Also good to keep me hard," he murmured.
"You don't have any trouble with that," Carrie scoffed.
"It can't hurt. I'm only a mortal man, and tonight, I plan to fuck you until the sun comes up."
She groaned at his words. "Promise?"
"Yes, ma'am. But only after I've made you beg me, remember?"
With that reminder, he placed a flat stone larger than his hand on her belly to serve as a cutting surface.
The stone was heavy and cool, and it caused her womb to clench in pleasure. Magical energy spread all over her. She laughed low in her throat.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Mmmmm," she replied, her eyes meeting his.
He raised up on his knees, and looked at her body for a long time.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Memorizing you," he said. "You are so beautiful like this. The world's most powerful altar, and my potential magic spread all over you."
"I love this, too," she confessed. "I've never done anything like this before."
He smiled.
He lightly tapped the stone that filled her opening. "Do you think you can stay very still, if I finger fuck you? It will raise even more energy to put into the anointing oil, but you can't thrash around. You are my altar, remember?"
She nodded. He put the carnelian on the altar. He teased her opening with his fingers and raised his eyebrows to her.
"Please, please, please," she chanted.
He plunged his fingers in, curling them to push against the internal spot that made her cry out for more. With his other hand, he gripped her knee, squeezing hard each time she tried to buck. Carrie's whole body hummed with magic like she'd never felt before...it wasn't the raw power of a god's love, but it was the damn good fuckery of a sexwitch she adored, and who adored her.
Just when she began to lose control, he stopped.
"No, no, no," she pleaded. "I want to come. Please," she begged.
He laughed wickedly. "I know you do. And you will. Over and over. But I'm nowhere near ready to let you begin. Put your energy into the slab, Witch."
She complied. She pushed it all to the altar he had placed on her belly.
The next hour was the sexiest and most torturous of Carrie's long existence. Sean alternately cut herbs, poured oils, scraped the pollen from pine cones, murmured his spell, and played with her sex. Sometimes he used his fingers, sometimes he rubbed her clit with the high energy stone, but he always made her stay perfectly still, and three more times he brought her to the edge, but he never let her come. He added the stones, the oils, the herbs, the pollen to the bowl. He prayed. He prayed to her, worshiping her body and her divinity. He made her push more power into the stone slab. He placed the bowl with the completed oil upon it. He made her choke out a blessing upon the oil as he swirled his thumb on her clit.
Finally the oil was ready to be used. To Carrie's dismay, that's when the real torture began.
He removed all the tools of his work and left her body bare. He dipped his finger into the oil and traced spells into her flesh. The oil brought a sensation to her skin that was nearly unbearable. It tingled and tickled her everywhere. On her belly and her breasts. On her arms and the open palms of her bound hands.
He extended her legs into the air, one by one, and traced the oil onto the backs of her knees and the soles of her feet. Then he trailed more symbols in her spread inner thighs. His attention was exquisite.
Her body was a twist of pleasure and longing for release that mounted into discomfort, and tears streamed from her eyes. He brushed her tears. Five times he asked her if she remembered her safeword. Five times she nodded and bit her lip. She didn't want to stop, but by the end, her begging for release was almost a constant choking whisper.
"Sean, please, please. Stop. I can't take this. I need to come. Please. I need you inside me. Please. Fuck me. Please. Please. I'm so close...please please. Stop. Please love me. Please..."
Finally, when he was satisfied that her body was completely fired with his magical torture—and completely his to claim--he slathered the oil on his own face, chest, and cock. She watched him, eager and still crying with unsated lust. He untied her, and gently massaged her wrists, bringing sensation back to her hands.
As he worked her fingers back from numb, she scooted closer to his cock, eager to feel it's heat. The long hours had been torture for him too, she realized. He was so overly engorged by their magical foreplay, his normal size was stretched...nearly approaching Cernunnos. She couldn't wait to feel him now. She reached for him with her newly freed hand, and he growled at her touch.
"Please," she gasped again.
"No more begging. Time to be a Goddess again," he told her, as he pushed his rock hardness inside her, and her aching emptiness exploded into bliss.
Over and over, he rocked into her. "Do you feel us?" he whispered as he pulled all the way out and pushed in again. "This is our magic. My craft built upon your power, Goddess. Our magic, because you yielded to me."
Her arms wrapped around his back, her spine rolling to meet his every thrust, as she nodded understanding. Sean's magic oil danced all over her body, sinking into her skin. The spell he had whispered into the oil had aligned their pleasure. They were making love with their bodies, and their magic.
"Yes! Our magic..." she cried as she came completely undone beneath him, her mind blinded with moonlight.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, and she knew her glamour had slipped. For the first time, she didn't mind.
He brought her to release twice, before he came himself.
Sean had not overestimated the power of their magic. Dawn was breaking when Carrie finally collapsed on his chest, spent from a full night of the most wickedly blissful mortal lovemaking she had ever known. She'd lost count of her orgasms. He'd come at least four times, she thought.
"Sean," she whispered hoarsely. "I...I"m sorry, but—"
He chuckled. "Goddess, if you need more sex, you're going to have to drag me from the bed, beyond the ward where you can compel my cock to stand again, because it won't listen to me right now."
She giggled and kissed his chest. "No need. I am completely satisfied. That's not at all what I wanted to say."
"What then?"
"I'm sorry I ever doubted your control. Your sexwitchery is not dark. It's...majestic."
He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. "There is darkness in me, Cerridwen. But my darkness looks natural beneath your moonlight."
He turned them so that they faced one another. He kissed her nose. She yawned.
"I thought goddesses didn't need sleep," he laughed as he stroked her copper mane.
She burrowed against his chest. "I do now."
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