Back The Witch Queen
Chapters (64)
  1. Contents
  2. Dedication
  3. Playlist
  4. Content & Trigger Warnings
  5. Glossary
  6. Map
  7. Prologue
  8. Hawthorne
  9. Laurel
  10. Laurel
  11. Nemesia
  12. Hawthorne
  13. Mazus
  14. Hawthorne
  15. Hawthorne
  16. Laurel
  17. Hawthorne
  18. Laurel
  19. Hawthorne
  20. Laurel
  21. Laurel
  22. Hawthorne
  23. Laurel
  24. Hawthorne
  25. Nemesia
  26. Laurel
  27. Laurel
  28. Hawthorne
  29. Hawthorne
  30. Laurel
  31. Laurel
  32. Hawthorne
  33. Laurel
  34. Laurel
  35. Nemesia
  36. Hawthorne
  37. Hawthorne
  38. Laurel
  39. Hawthorne
  40. Hawthorne
  41. Laurel
  42. Laurel
  43. Nemesia
  44. Laurel
  45. Laurel
  46. Hawthorne
  47. Nemesia
  48. Mazus
  49. Laurel
  50. Laurel
  51. Laurel
  52. Hawthorne
  53. Hawthorne
  54. Nemesia
  55. Nemesia
  56. Laurel
  57. Hawthorne
  58. Hawthorne
  59. Laurel
  60. Laurel
  61. Laurel
  62. Chapter
  63. Acknowledgements
  64. About the Author

“We’re only just beginning,” she whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and now I know I’m not going to be able to stay in control of my magic or my release. Keeping her gaze locked on mine, she slowly unbuttons my pants and pushes them down to my feet along with my undergarments, freeing my aching cock. I sigh in pleasure, the strain against the fabric of my clothing finally gone. I step quickly out of the pants gathered at my feet, aching for her to touch me. She traces one finger from my collarbone all the way down my chest, then drops to her knees. I swallow, my mouth dry and my body humming with need. Wrapping her delicate hand around my hardened cock, she looks up at me through dark lashes with those piercing green eyes. I drop my head back, eyes closed, and moan my pleasure. “Keep those eyes on me, princeling.” She mimics my words from earlier and I snap open my eyes, looking down at her just as she licks up the length of my shaft. Another noise escapes me, this time an animalistic yowl, and her lips quirk before she laps up the bead of liquid gathering at my tip. With one singular motion, she pumps once and then brings my cock into her warm mouth, moving in and out with a maddening slowness that makes me shiver. I want to touch her, to wrap my hands in her hair. Even though I could easily unbind myself from the ropes of light, I don’t, letting her claim me the way she let me claim her. My hips thrust into her involuntarily with need, but she only takes me deeper, swallowing the movement.

“Fuck, Laurel,” I groan. She responds by caressing one of my balls, and the movement sends me spiraling in a wave of pleasure. I take that as a sign of encouragement, and thrust my hips harder, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. Her bright green eyes flutter up to mine, and I nearly come at the sight. Every time she shifts, her breasts sway, and it drives me mad. My thrusting intensifies, but she doesn’t waver, even as her eyes water. I’m losing myself, lost in the feel of her around me, pushing deeper and deeper as she moans around me. Fuck, I won’t last much longer.

She must be able to tell I’m unraveling, because she pulls back with a soft smile, wiping her mouth over the back of her hand. Then she licks me from navel to chest before placing soft kisses over my neck and the sensitive tip of my pointed ears. Without warning, she sucks my neck so hard it’ll leave a mark, and I growl in pleasure at the thought.