Author note- I am so happy with the encouragement you all have given me from Under The Full Moon 1. Hoping this chapter is steamy enough for everyone to enjoy. One Shot, please let me know your thoughts! Happy reading. -
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I felt my hips rock.
He was the only one who made my me feel a rush of eroticism that matched my desire.
She remembered meeting him, inside the castle school, dark yet its surrounding outskirts covered in lush greenery, with gem filled gardens awaiting all that heard of its immense beauty. A fairy tale garden only those with open minds could see. The fort itself was encrypted with Quartz and Jade. It was a sight to behold. Housing 945 rooms only for the "chosen" to evolve their psychic intuition, no flying brooms involved.
-His nails were unnaturally sharp for someone of his stature.
The room they'd selected for me was covered in waves of blue, a royal blue transfused in turquoise, variations of magical teals amplified when seen with the third eye. They matched the color of my eyes that rolled backwards in pleasure. "Cecil!?!! Are you in there?! Cecil!! Cecil!! Cecil!" He spent four hours listening to that blabbering witch, mesmerized by this young woman who arranged underneath him, stared heated admixed eagerness, annoyance, and sensuality provoking his alpha male ego.
With his hand placed over her mouth, she had no words, the power of his aura atop of hers was no match.
"I can breathe but I cannot respond."
"Cecil!!"
My name drowning as my conscious laid focused on the man holding a slight smirk on his face, dark confident oblique eyes, and daring me to reply.
"Ah!"
It sounded like a caged sigh more than anything.
He wouldn't wait.
Soft shreds of cotton fell from the sides of my thighs, he'd torn through my panties.
He smiled crookedly leaning into my ear.
"Don't move."
The silk purple sheets were most likely stained from the sweat loosening from my back, I'd dreamed of him and now I'd have what I wanted the most.
His touch.
But I hated the thought of not understand his being, his nature, he was almost foreign his powers of wisdom, healing, sexuality, and immorality were well coveted. He'd had many before and now I'd be on his mark off of holy young witches to fuck.
"I can't think."
"Please teacher."
Dipping his head while locking his gaze he took in my skin.
Planting at first what seemed like small kisses underneath the tips of my hardened nipples. They were then exchanged for small bites. Biting me, around my nipples the left and kissing me across to the right breast only to bite the skin surrounding.
His breath teased at the mounds of my flesh. It was unbearable, my senses were so attuned to him but we'd only met not so long ago.
Not so long ago I wished to feel him mounting me roughly while spanking my ass.
Who was I, I had no desires spoken from my heart until he came into.."
"Your body craves for me little girl, have you dreamed of me before?"
When he spoke my insides dampened. His voice slow, astringent, experienced, strong, and provocative all at the same time.
"I have to prepare for the full moon." Breathlessly that's only what I could manage to say.
He bit me on the right side of my breast sideways his mouth coaxing down my inwards to pressing innermost into my belly button.
"What was this longing?"
All the while he kept staring into me, as I the keeper of souls it was me being taken.
It was just a kiss he'd tucked into my pelvis that sent me into a slight confusion.
Because right below was my betrayer.
"Ezekiel."
He placed himself underneath my arse, facing my small frame.
"I don't like to ask questions twice."
"My mistress tells me dreams are told to the sacred." I said.
Practically I was holding back my legs from shaking while hands, screaming on the inside my body wanted him like a drug I needed his medicine to cure what I hid every day.
Rawly his teeth latched onto the sides of my flesh nearest my womanhood.
"Get up. Sit at the edge of the bed now."
Hesitation in the air, I didn't move.
And within seconds upon deciding as to not moving, I was on my stomach.
"I DON'T WAIT FOR ANSWERS!"
In between words he struck my ass each time harder, tiny mewls escaped from my lips.
What pulsed between my soft skin oozed with excitation. His stimulation was the cause, to all of it every second I craved it.
Pinching at my clitoris pressing his full body weight on top of mine he spoke: "Get up."
Moving from me I sat at adjacent at the edge of bed.
"Sit back more and spread your legs."
He stood in front of me commanding me I saw only his body and loosing the wide black gypsum pants he wore.
His body, glistening, I would've never thought of such a strong masculine frame under the majestic monk style robes he'd wrap himself in humbled on the outside but a master of dominance eternally. My vulva exposed wide for his view he began examining every inch of my autonomy from the backs of my toes to the twisted French rolls that decorating my cranium.
Inside out I felt him, ending his gaze at my pussy.
"Touch yourself the way you would when you dream of me, Cecil.
Don't.
