Witch-Off

After a couple of days of journeying for a bit, I could barely feel my legs, and the one thing I wanted to do was to get on a soft bed and sleep. Alfred and I got to an inn, and after paying the innkeeper by the door, he led us up to our room, which smelled of aged wood and incense.

"This room is pretty eerie," I mumbled to Alfred as I walked over to the window and looked out of the thin curtains that billowed from the cold wind.

I ran a hand up and down my arms, trying to shake the lingering feeling of being watched. Since we started the day, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched, but Alfred had assured me that it was probably just spectators trying to catch sight of the new Fae queen, and it was nothing, but it didn't feel like nothing to me.

But if Alfred didn't seem concerned, then it was best not to let it bother me too much.

"It's a pretty old inn. We'll rest here for a night and then be on the road," he said as he locked the door. "You need the rest."

The hanging light from the lantern caught his frame, and I couldn't help but admire his gorgeous body and frame. He was a pretty good-looking man, and I miss him pounding his huge cock into my pussy. I'd been so preoccupied with the other creatures that we'd not had any time for our own personal rendezvous.

I arched an eyebrow at him, closing the gap between us. "You don't think I can handle a little exhaustion?"

Alfred smirked and looked away. "You're powerful, Flora, but even queens have limits."

I hugged but didn't say anything more. Instead, my eyes drifted over his body, taking in the hard line of his jaw and the smirk that was playing on his lips. He was looking at me, too, and his gaze dropped just for a second to where my dress had slipped off my shoulder, baring the smooth skin underneath.

I knew that look. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. The knowledge of that alone made a heat coil in my stomach.

"You keep staring at me like that," I murmured, moving even closer, "and I might think you want something from me."

His breath hitched. Just slightly. But I caught it.

"You just remind me so much of the previous fae queen. So beautiful, so daring," he said.

Something about the way he said it--the longing, the ache--made my heart stutter.

I lifted a hand and trailed it down his chest, feeling the hard muscles tense underneath my touch. "And do you miss her, Alfred? Your queen?"

His fingers twitched at his sides as if he was fighting himself. "More than you know."

I pressed even closer to him, tilting my head so our lips were just apart. "Then show me just how much you miss her."

For a little second, he hesitated, but I didn't mind. I loved the chase, and I loved how he always played hard to get sometimes, even if we both knew that he would fall for it. I watched the war rage behind his dark, stormy eyes, and then, finally, he broke.

His mouth crashed down against mine, his fingers digging into my waist as he pulled me against him. I gasped into the kiss, and he took advantage of that to deepen the kiss by putting his tongue in my mouth.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he growled against my lips. But his grip tightened, his breath ragged. "But gods, I need you."

I slid my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, my nails digging into his back. "Then don't stop."

I gasped as he backed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. While I was still processing just how close his body was and the heat that came from Alfred, he pressed his lips on my neck, making me moan loudly.

Then his lips were back in mine as they closed over mine in a ravishing kiss. His tongue warred against me, his hands roving over my stomach and waist. His palm slid lower to press against my pussy through the shorts I wore, and gods; his fingers were just what I needed.

But I wanted more of him, more of his touch.

"You'll be the death of me," Alfred mumbled against my lips.

"I don't think so," I responded.

He groaned as he pushed a hand through the back of my hair, massaging my scalp. His touch had me completely hypnotized, and I wanted to stay here with him forever.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to surrender to the pull between us. He kept kissing me, rough and hard, as I clung to him. His hands strayed to my breasts, squeezing them through my thin blouse. The squeezing pressure felt so good that I moaned against his lips.

"Alfred!" I called out his name, my voice low and filled with passion.

"Do you want more?" he asked me.

"Yes!" I whispered. "I need more. More of you."

He pulled back from me, looking at me as if contemplating if he should give me more or not. Suddenly, he took my blouse off, so I stood in front of him naked to my waist.

When I moved to cover herself from his penetrating gaze, he took my hand and held it behind my back before bending down to kiss me. His teeth tugged at my lower lip in a teasing bite, and I sucked in a breath.

His hands moved over my body until he found my nipple, and he pinched it until I whimpered and squirmed from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

He grabbed my ass now through my shorts, pressing me against himself and the wall. Even through the jeans of the shorts, I could feel his cock pressing against me, and I moved my hips so my pussy was dragging against the bulge ever so gently.

"I want to fuck you, Flora," he mumbled, his dark eyes meeting mine. "I want to fuck you like the dirty fae slut you are!"

I feigned a gasp. "Talking to your soon-to-be queen like that?"

His palm wrapped around my neck, cutting off my airflow. "When I'm touching your body like this, I'm in control and not you."

I loved it when Alfred was in control, and I nodded. "Yes, I want to be fucked like the slut I am."

He pushed me on the bed and took off my shorts and panties. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for him to completely take me and make my eyes roll to the back of my head.

He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulder, and then he dug in between my legs like a man starved. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he licked and slurped at my pussy. I'd accumulated a lot of sexual experiences during this journey, but none of them felt like this. Whatever he was doing was so intense it made my legs shake.

I shivered when his tongue flicked over my clit, and then his lips wrapped around it as he sucked on it desperately. My entire body was on fire, but I didn't want him to stop.

Nobody had ever gone down on me the way Alfred was doing now, and I was nearing my climax with each suck he gave my clit. His fingers tightened on my thighs as he kept eating me out.

"Oh, god!" I cried out, holding a handful of the sheets on the bed for dear life.

I didn't want him to stop, but at the same time, the passion was so intense that I needed him to stop. He kept licking my clit, and then his tongue fucked my pussy while I squirmed.

His mouth was magic. His tongue found my most responsive spots and relished them until she thought the pleasure would completely drive me insane.

Suck. Slurp. Nibble. Lick.

It was all too much for me to handle. I was torn between pushing him away and pulling him even closer to me.

"Come all over my mouth. I want to taste you," Alfred growled.

He held me in place, and I felt my body weaken and my muscles grow numb. I was so close to my release now.

"Oh, please, please, don't, don't stop," I begged.

"I'm not going to," Alfred assured, and with those words and how his tongue licked my clit one last time, I was finally tipped over the edge of my orgasm. My walls crashed together in a mind-blowing release as my come filled his mouth. I let out a long cry because Alfred didn't stop sucking my clit until every drop of my orgasm was out.

He brushed kisses across my clit as the aftershocks rolled through my body and then kissed me lightly on the inside of each of her thighs.

"Now, I want more," Alfred said to me.

I didn't know if my body could handle more after what had just happened, but I was ready to risk it. I needed him more than I ever had. He kissed my pussy, trailing kisses up my body until he came to my lips. His heavy cock fell against my belly, and I couldn't wait for him to be inside me.

He pinned me on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me, his arms on either side of me, and his back was pressed to my bum. I was kind of scared and nervous about what was coming, but above all, I was extremely excited.

He gave my bum a hard spank, tearing a low moan from my throat, and I tried to wriggle away, but he held me in place. I felt him spread my cheeks apart, and I shuddered as cold air flew into them. He could see all of me as he held me open. I felt a little self-conscious, but a part of me also didn't care.

He rubbed my ass and then moved his hand down to give it a squeeze. My knees were weak and shaking now as fresh juices dripped from my pussy even if I just came a couple of minutes ago.

But Alfred was taking his sweet time, and he wanted to drag out my longing for as long as possible because he kept spanking me without doing anything else. And the more his hand met my bum in a hard slap, the more I wanted him to fuck me. Even though I'd just come a couple of minutes ago, I still wanted him deep inside of me, riding and fucking me hard.

"You need to suck my cock first before I fuck you," Alfred said. "Get me properly lubricated.

I turned around and took his huge cock in my mouth, sucking on it as it grew bigger and bigger, my saliva acting as a lubricant.

"Now, turn around," Alfred said when his cock had been properly lubricated.

I did as was instructed, my ass propped in the air as he grabbed my hips and eased me back onto his hard cock. He was so big, and I whimpered as he kept pushing inside me, trying to fill me up.

"You're so tight," he said.

"Or you're just so big," I mumbled.

He rubbed his cock on my wetness and tried to slip it in again, but it was difficult.

"We're going to do this the hard way now; I'm done being gentle," Alfred growled.

And with that, he pushed my hips back against his cock with so much force that I screamed. Finally, his cock was buried fully inside me, and I squirmed, squeezing the length of his cock.

"Fuck!" he groaned. "You're so tight! Open your legs!"

I parted my legs wider to make room for his cock, because I knew that my pussy was squeezing him hard, and if he was careful, he'd come from that. I tightened my pussy around his cock, squeezing hard, and Alfred gave me a spank as he shuddered.

"If you don't want me to come all over your pussy without actually fucking you, then stop doing that!" he warned.

I pushed my hips up to feel more of the pleasure, and he held my ass up, forcing me to take the full length of his increasingly vigorous thrusts. He kept pounding into me over and over again. And then his hands reached down and grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples hard.

He kept pounding his cock inside me with no mercy, and I cried out, falling over the edge into an orgasm. But Alfred didn't stop, he kept fucking me until I came again, and then he came too with a jerk and a harsh groan.

Sleep took me fast after that, exhaustion wrapping around me like a heavy cloak. I could still feel Alfred's warmth against my skin and it made me feel safe. I drifted into the unconsciousness of sleep, and then everything shifted.

I was no longer in the quiet inn. Instead, I was standing in the middle of a white void. I could feel strong magic in the air, even stronger than a fae's magic.

And then they appeared. Two men, both impossibly beautiful in the way only witches could be, stepped forward from the shadows. The first one had golden hair and eyes, which were absolutely gorgeous. And the second was like a dark horse, his hair falling in waves across his face.

"We're Patric and Lester, my queen," the golden-haired man who had just introduced himself as Patric had said.

"You've finally come to me," Lester murmured.

Where Patric seemed playful and full of teasing, Lester was all restrained, like a predator holding himself back from attacking his prey.

"She belongs to neither of us yet," Patric corrected, his voice hard. "That's why we're here, isn't it?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips; it was nice watching men fight over me.

"And what exactly do you think is happening here?"

Patric took a step closer to me, reaching out but not quite touching me. "We both want you, ma chérie. But you already knew that."

"We summoned you because we would both give up our life and body to the new fae queen," Lester added.

I liked the sound of that because they both had gorgeous bodies, and I couldn't wait to see what they did with it.

Patric watched me carefully. "We will do anything."

"So we propose a challenge." Lester didn't seem like he was ready to lose. "One of us will win you."

But I did not want just one of them. Where was the fun in having two gorgeous witches in front of me and only having one? I wanted them both, and the sooner they stopped going on about a challenge, the better.

I arched an eyebrow. "And what if I don't want to choose?"

They both go still.

I took a step forward, letting my fingers graze the air between them, feeling their magic react to me, wrapping around me like threads of gold and silver. They were both very powerful to be able to come to me in my dream. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard of.

"Maybe," I started, tilting my head, "I want to see what both of you have to offer first. Together."

Patric chuckled. "That's a dangerous game, mon amour."

Lester's eyes darkened. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

I smirked at him. "Are you calling me fragile?"

"Never."

A slow, wicked smile curled my lips. "Good. Then try me."

"Is that a challenge?" Lester asked, approaching me with a smirk.

"I'd like to think of it as that. And the first person to make me come might get a special reward," I added, fueling the challenge even more.

"Hmm," Patric groaned. "The mere thought of you coming makes me so hard."

All the blood in my body rushed to my clit and forced it out from under its hood. My pussy throbbed with desire, and I didn't think I would be this turned on after being fucked mercilessly by Alfred, but somehow, I was. These men were doing dirty things to me.

I had to refrain from sliding down to the floor, placing my hands over my clit, and stroking myself. It took everything in me not to do that. I moved from one foot to another restlessly, rubbing my thighs together.

"You smell of sex," Lester mumbled.

"Would you like your queen to get clean for you?"

Lester shrugged, but Patric responded, "Yes, I would like that."

In an instant, we were catapulted into an old mansion, and we were all standing in the bathroom. By the corner was a huge bath filled with steaming hot water. It was so surprising how much magic both men had combined to be able to warp and shape my dreams to whatever they liked. So far, I was enjoying it immensely.

"Get in the tub," Lester commanded, he was the more dominant one of the two which I loved.

I gingerly stripped and then slid into the tub of water, the warmth, caressing my skin gently. It felt good. I could feel their eyes roaming my body, each of them, eager to touch me, but they needed to earn it first.

"You look so good naked in the water," Patric said.

"It feels nice and warm."

"We conjured it up just for you," Lester added.

"Well then, get me ready," I said in a sultry voice.

My clit was pounding for attention, and I needed it sucked as soon as possible.

"You'll have to use your imagination for this," Lester said.

"Thank god my imagination is pretty vivid."

I watched Lester slowly unzip his pants as he pulled out his semi-hard cock, and Patric did the same. The size and how they looked got me all fired up. I couldn't wait to have both their cocks in my mouth and taste their come.

Lester trailed his hand over his shaft as he stroked himself, and my hand wandered to my breast, cupping it with my palm as I squeezed my very sensitive nipple.

"I don't know how long I'll last. You're really turning me on," Patric panted. He was full-on stroking and pumping on his already hard cock.

"Well, do something about it," I challenged.

"We are." Lester was also stroking his cock too. "But it doesn't look like you are."

"I want Patric to suck your cock," I said finally.

Both men looked at each other and then back at me. I was sure they weren't expecting that request.

"Will that please you, my queen?" Patric asked.

"Very much."

With that, he dropped to his knees in front of Lester and took his cock in his mouth. A low moan escaped me as I watched them, my fingers flicking on my clit.

"Squeeze your breasts while you watch him suck me off," Lester instructed.

I did as he instructed, palming and squeezing my breasts.

"My breasts feel so swollen and sensitive."

Lester moaned as Patric sucked even deeper.

"Oh, I can't wait to suck on those gorgeous nipples of yours. Pinch your nipples now. I want to see it. Imagine that it's my teeth tugging on it."

I threw my head back and moaned, tugging and rolling my nipple with my finger.

"Fuck it! I'm going to come," Lester moaned. "Now, I want you to spread your legs as far as they can go and touch yourself."

I spread my legs apart, hanging each one of them on either side of the tub, and touched my clit. It was swollen and throbbing now from all the sucking and nibbling Alfred had done early. I slipped my fingers through my pussy folds and began to thrust in and out of my opening, my body growing limp as I chased my orgasm.

"How's Patric making you feel?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"His mouth is so warm, and he sucks my cock pretty well."

I flicked my finger over my straining clit as I watched them, then I sank three fingers into my tight pussy, finger fucking myself hard.

"I'm close," I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I went faster, and I could feel the effects of an orgasm coming. Before I knew it, my back arched, and my knees pressed together as I sped up. Soon enough, I felt the explosion of my climax as my muscles clenched around my fingers, come spilling into the water. Almost immediately, Lester's orgasm urged on as he spurted into Patric's willing mouth. Patric lapped up his come with a satisfied moan.

"I need you now, my queen," Patric said as he led me out of the tub, droplets of water falling from my body, and led me back to the room.

"What do you want?" I asked him as Lester settled in a seat across from us, watching us with eager eyes.

"I want to test your lips."

I nodded breathlessly, and he touched his lips gently on mine. It was everything I had imagined the kiss with Patric to be. Soft and gentle. Then, slowly, he deepened it. It slowly became long as he cupped the back of my neck for a better angle, and I let out a low, satisfied moan.

He pulled me to him, and my naked body was pressed against his semi-erect cock, making me shiver with need. I groaned when he pulled away because I wanted more. Lester came between us almost immediately. Very impatient, but I loved his confidence.

"My turn."

Without waiting a bit, he pressed his lips on mine fiercely and possessively. It was very different from the kiss Patric, and I had just had. His tongue darted into my mouth, fighting for dominance and winning. And then he used his teeth to tug at my bottom lip, nibbling on it.

Then he pushed me against Patric's front, my bare ass pressing against his cock. Patric held my arms from behind and planted kisses all around my neck. I was sandwiched between the both of them and could feel both their cocks pressing against me.

I just wanted them to fuck me right here and now, but I also wanted them to work hard for it. I could feel my nipples getting harder, and in between, my legs were wet and sticky. The two hard cocks pressing against me weren't helping either.