??????

  I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I wake up to the sight of the most beautiful woman in existence. Hazel watches over me like an angel.

  “When did I knock out?” I ask, rubbing the sleep out my eyes.

  “You’ve been asleep for three hours. That’s a normal side effect of the elixir,” Hazel explains while playing with a curl of my hair.

  “And you just watched me sleep?”

  “Maybe I did, maybe I got up and did something else for a while.” She puts on a particularly smug smile. “Guess you’ll never know.”

  “The indent in the bed tells me you’ve been here a while,” I deduce.

  “That’s because I’m heavier than ever, I’ve been working out; have you noticed?” she counters. I trail a finger up and down her arm, some muscle definition has formed there.

  “Yeah, I noticed, I see the toning of your thighs,” I muse as my hand visits her leg. “But that’s not how beds work. You need to lie down for a while to make it sink.”

  “Ahh, but you forget that I’m a witch. I have powers beyond your comprehension,” she says. Hazel summons a fount of purple smoke from her fingertip.

  “You have bed indenting powers?”

  “Comes in handier than you know. I have to use it every day, you can’t even imagine how handy it is.”

  “Oh, you gotta indent beds every day, huh?”

  “Yeah,” she says as she plants a kiss on my lips. “You wanna find out how I do it?”

  “I have a feeling that you’re about to show me.” With that she plants another kiss on me, then another, and another. Her hands grace my biceps, holding me softly. I press deeper into the kisses and Hazel ups the ante, getting her tongue to tempt mine to come out and play.

  I accept her invitation, our tongues dance with each other as we press our bodies closer. The witch slides her hand down my side and doesn’t hesitate to grab and squeeze my ass. She gets a whole handful too.

  “You really love this ass, huh?” I ask between kisses.

  “There aren’t any words, in any language, that are strong enough to describe what I want to do to it,” she says matter-of-factly. That wasn’t even flirtation, I think she’s being completely serious. A bit of fear, curiosity, and… enthusiasm mixes in me.

  “I-”

  With her never failing sense of timing, my phone rings and I know before I pick it up that it’s Tamara calling. Hazel’s beads also make a chiming sound, getting a call of her own. We look at each other and come to a silent agreement.

  I close the call and text Tamara ‘I’m busy.’ and similarly Hazel tells her mentor that she’s occupied. We throw our communicative devices to the side and I kiss Hazel again.

  I rise to kiss her more, deeper, fuller. She’s sitting on her knees as I press further, making her lean back slowly.

  She puts her hand on my sternum, pressing me back.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” She asks.

  “Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” I coyly reply.

  “I agree wholeheartedly. But I meant with you pushing me back,” she clarifies. A smile starts to stretch across her face.

  “.” I rub the back of my head. “It’s just that, all the women I’ve been with have always expected me to lead. It’s just kinda my default now,” I answer.

  “Those women were fools, Holly.” Hazel pushes me back. “They should’ve been worshiping your body like the divine gift that you are.”

  With that, I’m fully on my back with Hazel on top of me.

  “But I’m nothing if not pious, when given the perfect altar.”

  ????

  Hollyhock lies on her back, her face is riddled with confusion and anticipation. We’ve both waited long enough for this moment.

  My right index finger slides down her neck. I feel her pulse quickening as my touch travels to her chest. Her soft white towel has gotten in the way for long enough. A tug is all it takes for it to unwrap this treasure.

  Hollyhock’s breasts fall to the sides with no fabric to hold them up. Although I’ve partially seen them a few times by now, I see they’re bigger than I thought. That hardly seems fair. She already has such a nice ass and she has such beautiful breasts? Here I thought the gods don’t give gifts with two hands. I watch them move as her chest expands and contracts with her controlled breaths. Her deep brown nipples get stiffer the longer I stare.

  I turn my gaze further down her body, to her waist. All these scars, tattoos and muscles that I’ve admired for so long. I’ve wanted to feel them with my hands for so long. Even if I wanted to stop, which I don’t, my hands dive to caress her abs. Whether she flexes as an involuntary reaction or to impress me is unknown. It’s appreciated all the same. Her muscles tighten under my touch. The result of years of exercise and a dangerous lifestyle makes each fiber resilient.

  Then my hands and eyes reach her hips, a chaparral of black hair grows free and beautiful between her legs.

  “Hey,” Holly says, somewhat sheepishly. I look back to her smoky quartz eyes. The assassin braves a smile for me. “I showed you mine.”

  I get her meaning.

  ??????

  I move to undress her, but the witch is too impatient. She does a quick gesture with her hand and her clothes disappear like smoke being blown away.

  “I’ve been wanting to tear that dress off you myself,” I remark at the denied pleasure.

  “Maybe next time,” she coos.

  I take in her body as she straddles me. Her skin is so smooth, flawless to the naked eye. Though, even as I think that, I picture the large scar on her back. Then I remember how she looks at my own scars, not as flaws, but as features. Her warm tan skin practically glows in contrast to her concrete gray hair. Those silken strands fall like curtains to frame her gorgeous body.

  Maybe it’s because all this time I’ve been distracted by her stunning face that I’ve never noticed that she’s stacked. Her breasts gracefully shift with her as she moves to get closer to my face. I look down and see that the carpet does match the drapes. And what carpeting it is, her hair is a fine yet wild thing. My eyes are drawn from it as Hazel kisses me again. Just once before she kisses my scar, then my neck, her lips bless my collarbones. She moves to my breasts, kissing their sides and letting her breath tickle my nipples. Hazel looks me right in the eyes as she cups my tits together and hovers her mouth over my nipples.

  She must love the expression I’m making as she teases me further. Sticking her tongue out and making circles around them. I can feel the warmth radiating from that wet muscle that I’ve only just now get to see its true length. The tongue that’s been dancing in my mouth is avoiding touching me with annoying precision. Hazel seems to have amused herself enough. She lets go and plants a kiss between my breasts before moving down.

  My abs get special attention, she kisses each one, making sure she gives each scar some love. It takes her a while. Her hands land on my thighs, I open my legs further without being asked. She sinks down to lie on her stomach as she gets her face closer to her ultimate goal.

  Hazel dots my hips with slow pecks, her trail leads her to my right thigh. Her breath grazes my pussy. That alone makes me shiver and makes my heart skip a beat.

  “Hmm,” she hums. “That’s cute.”

  “Huh?” is all I can manage to say.

  “You have a birthmark here,” she replies, purposefully exhaling more than she needs to. “It’s so cute. It looks like…” she breathes more and more, tormenting me without even touching me. “Continental Australia? No, that’s not it.” Each breath is an electric shock to my system. I have to catch my own breaths from escaping; but I don’t know how long I can keep it up.

  Who knew Hazel could be so cruel?

  “What are you doing to me?” I ask. The witch casually turns her head as if she’s not between my legs, her face inches, if not centimeters, away from my pussy.

  “I’m trying to figure out what your birthmark looks like,” she answers nonchalantly. The smuggest smirk I’ve ever seen forms on her face as she does an exaggerated breath right on . A groan tries to claw itself out my throat.

  “Girl, stop messing around and get to it,” I desperately try to keep my voice cool, but Hazel expertly counters with,

  “You know that I’m not from around here. I don’t know what you’re talking about. If there’s you want, you have to ask me plainly,” she says, putting on an irritatingly innocent face.

  With another long breath, that innocent face turns into one far more devilish.

  “Or better yet, beg,” she punctuates her demand by blowing a stream of air directly on .

  .

  My body wants to jump, push myself onto her. But I’m in control of my body, always have been, always will be. If this is the game she wants to play then… I’ll go along.

  My face heats up with embarrassment, both at what I’m about to say and the fact that I need to say it,

  “Hazel, please,” is all I can eke out as desire ignites within me. She stops breathing for a moment, her hands wrap around my thighs as she pulls herself closer. Out of curiosity I look down at her to see her staring right back at me. The look in her eyes can only be described with one word.

  Hunger.

  ????

  The look on Hollyhock’s face is good enough to eat. I know she can see in my eyes the lust I’ve kept contained until now. I make no secret of it; I plan to ravish her the way she deserves. The assassin looks down at me with desperation written all over her face, fun as it is, I don’t intend to tease her any more. I found myself drenched from waiting too.

  I start with a slow, deliberate, kiss to her petals. Her body reacts by tensing her muscles for a second before relaxing. My tongue lazily glazes the length up from the bottom, then just as slowly back down. I savor the taste and feel for a few moments longer.

  “Hazel, please,” Holly repeats, lust dripping from her voice. I can’t stop myself from saying,

  “Thanks for the meal.”

  I dig into the feast before me like a starved woman. My tongue delves in, luxuriating in the taste and feel of the bounty I’ve been presented. I want to taste it all, the ins and outs, I want to feel its tightening around me and relaxing in peace.

  I want to experience everything Hollyhock has to offer. I won’t stop until I do.

  My mouth knows what to do, it doesn’t need supervision. My eyes haven’t left the face of the woman I love. Holly has her eyes closed, her hands balled in fists gripping the towel she’s still lying on. This is far from the first time I’ve been in this position. I know my way around a cauldron, so seeing her maintain her composure raises a competitive edge in me.

  Hollyhock, who has trained her body endlessly, still has authority over it.

  She breathes out of her nose, denying me the pleasure of hearing her moans.

  What’s more impressive is that she keeps control of her legs. I can feel her resisting the urge to squeeze my head with her powerful thighs. She leaves ample space for me to operate. But I can perform under any conditions, and if having my skull broken by the woman I love is how I go, then it's how I go.

  I rise to my knees, lifting her hips up off the bed, suspending her back in the air. That gets a gasp from her. Holly looks at me with shock in her eyes as she sees I’ve been staring at her this whole time.

  ??????

  My body is barely mine, it reluctantly obeys my mental commands. I’ve never felt pleasure like this. Her tongue must have a map to my pussy the way it hits all the right spots with the exact right pressure and intensity. It’s not fair that she can know me so well so quickly, so my pride demands I withhold just how much I’m enjoying this. It’s also the only thing keeping me sane.

  All that changes when Hazel picks me up. At first, I’m just surprised at how fast she does it, then I see the look in her eyes. She’s been looking at me this whole time. Instinctually, I know that she can perceive my internal struggle, and wants me to lose. Badly.

  She looks at me like she’s never eaten in her life and I’m a buffet of the finest foods. What scares me more than that is how much it turns me on. I lock my ankles behind her head to hang on her and wait to be devoured.

  ????

  The sweet nectar of the woman I love is smeared all over my face as I go deeper and harder. It drips off my chin, dribbling onto my breasts, and baptizes my nose with its divinity. Most other women would be screaming my name at this point. Others the names of the gods and goddesses closest to their hearts. If they could remember them.

  But Hollyhock holds out against me. Refusing to let me hear even a single moan, selfishly keeping it for herself. I know she’s loving this, the evidence graces my face.

  I rise to the challenge though.

  My mouth goes for the ultimate treasure, I kiss her pearl sweetly before I invite it between my lips. Sucking it lightly as the tip of my tongue entices it further.

  My own excitement is soaking my thighs, without even touching myself I feel like I’m getting close to the edge.

  ??????

  Soundless breaths escape my mouth as I hold onto a shred of self control. It erodes ever more as Hazel sucks on my clit with that godly mouth of hers. And teases it more with her ungodly tongue. I shut my eyes so tight I see white. I grip onto whatever I can for dear life.

  ????

  If nothing else I admire Holly’s determination. It’s proof that she’s a unique woman that needs cherishing. The more I indulge myself in her, the more I want to see her face shift. From poised to ecstatic, the more I need to hear her moans. It’s not my fault, Hollyhock is driving me to this, she knows I want nothing more and she’s hiding it from me. She’s hiding her truth again.

  I won’t stand for it.

  My hands move from her thighs. Hollyhock supports herself instantly, unwilling to part from my mouth. I seize as much of her asscheeks as I can hold in my hands, and bring my meal closer to me.

  ??????

  Hazel is through messing around. She grabs my ass and lifts my hips up higher, angling her tongue further down, hitting just the perfect spot. A sharp exhale leaves me before I can stop it.

  ????

  Oh Gods and Goddesses, I can feel my arousal growing more by the second. Am I really about to reach my crest, just from tasting Hollyhock? My hips move on their own as an answer.

  ??????

  Hot breaths come out more frequently. My brain feels like it’s melting, my whole body feels like… not electricity, but like wind? Like a storm is whipping its way through me, but it’s not damaging anything; it's like a cooling gale on a searing hot day. It makes me want to relax, even as I feel something building in myself. Something I can’t hold back.

  Something I don’t want to hold back.

  ????

  I can feel it culminating inside me. I sense it rising in Hollyhock. I don’t dare blink for this.

  ??????

  I don’t know any words powerful enough to define the orgasm that hits me. My body betrays me and does what comes naturally.

  ????

  Holly’s hips buck out of wild impulse. She’s not in control anymore as she frantically rides my face through her zenith. I damn near drown in the ambrosia that flows forth and I don’t care to breathe anything but this. Holly tries to regain control, her beautiful face twists from the effort, but she gives in. A long groan is what I get as a reward. I reach the summit just as soon and it hits just as hard. My abdomen clenches as lust ravages me. I let go of Hollyhock and tilt my head back to enjoy the moment.

  It’s some time to get the right amount of air back in my lungs.

  My eyes slink down to take in the most alluring sight I’ve ever witnessed.

  Hollyhock. Master assassin, skilled acrobat, expert fighter, and all around exercise devotee. She is what total dominion over the body looks like.

  And now, she twitches uncontrollably in the throes of bliss I gave her. Her hips still buck a bit as she comes down from what I know is an immense high.

  I want to see more.

  Her mind clears after some time and she notices me, and the state I’m in.

  “Oh… my… god,” she says between shallow breaths. “Did you really orgasm, just from eating me out?” Her words would have a little more weight if she wasn’t trembling from delight. I nod.

  “And it was a staggering one at that,” I admit. She chuckles a bit.

  “HA! You really are a pervert, aren’t you?” I crawl over and kiss her deep so she can experience just how fucking good she tastes.

  “You don’t know the half of it, Holly,” I promise.

  ??????

  Hazel’s tongue, mere moments after plundering my pussy, returns to my mouth to deliver a new sensation. My juices coat her face and she doesn’t mind sharing at all, it smudges onto my chin and cheeks as we lock lips. I taste myself, I taste myself on Hazel’s tongue, how she tasted me. She does her favorite move. Pulling my tongue out of my mouth and sucking on it while making direct eye contact with me.

  me, that’s hot.

  I just had the most unbelievable orgasm of my life and my body is already gearing up for more. My brain gets only a second to recombobulate as Hazel pulls me into her lap. She makes me straddle her, grabbing me by the hips. Our breasts bump together as we start kissing again. Her hard nipples poke me with a delightful touch.

  I have to get my hands on them. Hazel leans back against the wall, her hands go to her absolute favorite part of me. She massages my asscheeks while I feel up her tits. I plant kisses along her neck then go down to her chest. Her breasts are warm, soft, and perky; they bounce around in my hands in a way I can’t help but find amusing.

  “Didn’t think you’d be such a fan of my chest,” Hazel notes. I cup them together and kiss the top.

  “Can you really make comments like that?” I counter while twerking a bit for her. She can’t hide her arousal at that.

  “Everyone in IronHenge is pointedly thin. A myopic beauty standard to say the least,” she says while craning her neck to stare at my ass while she makes it jiggle.

  “So you’re saying that no one back home has a fatty?” She sticks out her bottom lip in a melodramatic expression of sadness and shakes her head. “My condolences, please, enjoy to your heart’s content,” I mirror her playful sincerity. She takes me up on the offer that she was already enjoying. “While I show some love to your perfect tits,” I punctuate with a few more pecks.

  “Oooh, I like the way you say that,” Hazel remarks.

  “Oh? You like the way I call your titties, ‘tits’?” Her response comes through the way she squeezes her shoulders together. Presenting them more to me. “I was right, you are a freak.” She giggles as I drag my tongue across her areolas. Hazel bites her lower lip as I take her right nipple between my lips. I suck on the nub for a second or two before I go to the other one, not wanting it to get lonely. To show her approval Hazel squeezes my ass harder. I bring both her breasts together and receive her nipples between my lips.

  Now’s my turn to show her she’s not the only one with a skilled tongue. I circle those little brown protrusions, getting them nice and wet before I give a nibble. Hazel doesn’t mask her arousal. I watch her for feedback and it seems she isn’t afraid of getting a little rough. I bite harder this time and pull on them. A breath catches in her throat as she watches me. I borrow her favorite move. Squeezing her breasts as close together as I can, fitting as much of that supple flesh as possible in my mouth. Sucking and slowly pulling them out. They leave my mouth with an audible and intensely satisfying ! Excess spit drips from my tongue all over her tits as I look her right in the eyes.

  That works her up in an instant. Hazel lets go of my prized ass to cup my head with her left hand, kissing me like she never has before.

  Her right hand travels south.

  She breaks the passionate kiss with me to stare at me. Hazel’s gray eyes let me see myself as she asks,

  “Do you know you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?” her voice fills with more conviction and seriousness than the mood calls for. My heart still skips a beat hearing it.

  “How can that be, when you’re the most beautiful-”

  Hazel doesn’t let me finish,

  “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Holly,” she says so delicately. I catch my reflection in her eyes again and I divine her vision of me.

  “I can see myself in your eyes, Hazel.”

  “What do you see, Hollyhock?”

  That instinct to hide, beat down, and kill the truth rises again but I don’t succumb to it.

  “Like I’m all the light there is in the world,” I answer. Hazel presses those velvety lips against mine. Her right hand starts up the action again, two of her fingers start teasing me.

  “Fields of Elysium, Holly. You’re soaked down here.” She brings up her hand to show the wetness coating her digits. “Care to explain?” she asks with a curious expression. My face heats up with embarrassment.

  “It's ‘cause I love you, okay?” I admit. Hazel makes a show of licking her fingers, slowly, getting them clean as she never breaks eye contact.

  “Good girl, you’re being honest,” she purrs.

  I swear I almost cum just from that.

  Hazel gets her fingers wet before putting her hand back. She rubs my pussy with a practiced pace, getting a feel for it, learning my sensitive spots. It wouldn’t be any quicker if I told her where they are and drew her a detailed map. She hones in on the areas that get me going in no time flat.

  “Are you reading my mind or something?” I absently ask. She rubs faster.

  “Does that mean I’m doing a good job? You like what I’m doing?” She smugly jokes. It’s obvious that I do. “Because you’re not very vocal, Holly. Might be your assassin training, but-” she curls a finger into me. I bite my lip to hold in a groan. “I want you to know-” another finger enters. “A couple things.” Those fingers stay still in me as she addresses her points.

  “First; you can be honest with me. I want you to be honest with me. I need you to, in fact.” She kisses my neck.

  “Second; I’m proud of my particular skill in this field and I’m very greedy for the results. I want to hear how you moan, and I want to hear it. A lot.”

  I gulp down air, she notices, and with a wicked smile starts pumping her fingers in and out. Hazel reaches around my waist with her free arm to pull me closer. I’d say she begins exploring, but she’s been there before, and knows the best spots to visit. She keeps a steady pace, watching me like a hawk for a sign that I’ll give her what she wants.

  My body heats up more and more as she continues to finger fuck me, looking me right in my eyes. That bit of pride from before has long since evaporated; it was no match for the inferno that is Hazel’s passion. I release control of my throat, allowing whatever impulsive sounds that arise to fly free. The witch curls her fingers to hit my g-spot and a light, airy moan comes out of me.

  I slap my hand over my mouth, as if I said a swear that I didn’t mean. Hazel stops and giggles at the sight.

  “Why are you covering your mouth?” Shock and embarrassment compels me to stay still and silent for a moment.

  “I’ve never moaned like that before,” I admit. It’s a genuine surprise to myself. She chuckles at hearing that.

  “So, I’m the first to hear it? I’m honored.” Hazel lowers my hand from my face. “Let me hear more, please.” She guides my hand to her breast, where it can have something better to do. Her arm that was pulling my hips closer, rises to cross my back and cup my head. “Please,” she whispers.

  Hazel resumes, faster and deeper this time, motivated by my moan. The part of me that wanted to deny her that simple thing has faded away. I want to give her what she wants.

  I need to.

  Moan after moan escapes my mouth as I give in to the desire. I wrap my arms around Hazel to hold the source of this euphoria tight so that I never lose her. Her free arm clutches me closer too. In this moment, I realize I’ve never been held like this; so intimately, so loved. Something inside me feels different, I feel… new in her hands. Like everything else I’ve experienced before was a prelude to this. And this is the real deal.

  That clarity of mind disintegrates as Hazel picks up the pace and slides in a third finger.

  ????

  There isn’t an artist living or dead that could replicate anything remotely as beautiful as the sounds Hollyhock blesses my ears with. Her moans, the most heavenly music to ever grace this world, is serenading only me.

  I turn her head so her song goes directly into my ears. Gods and Goddesses, I can’t get enough. I want more and she wants to give it to me. Apparently my arm’s pace isn’t enough for her, as she fervently thrusts her hips to satisfy herself.

  ??????

  I hold onto Hazel as if my life depends on it and fuck myself on her fingers. I don’t want to focus on how all this is uncharted territory to me, I just want more of it.

  “Tell me when you’re close, Holly.”

  “Y-yes,” I get out between breaths. Even though I’m doing all the work, Hazel isn’t content with just sitting idly by. Her thumb comes to play, using my clit as a joystick, circling and pressing it for her own amusement. My hips go crazy under the overwhelming stimulation.

  ????

  I can feel Holly getting more and more excited. Her gratification is a steady trickle down my fingers. Pooling into a small lake in my palm before her vigorous motion spills it on her bed.

  Again, my own lustfulness culminates within, just from rejoicing in Holly’s felicity. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me in all the entanglements I’ve had. Her voice brings me back to what really matters with two simple words,

  “I’m close.”

  ??????

  Hazel thinks that’s invigorating and renews her arm movements in conjunction with my own hips moving. I’ve trained to endure any pain but pleasure like this is beyond anything I can withstand. My mind only holds together enough knowledge for me to say,

  “I’M SO CLOSE!” Hazel holds my head with her free hand and makes me look at her.

  “I wanna watch,” she breathes. From the look on her gorgeous face, she’s close herself.

  I can’t finish that thought as my newest life-defining orgasm takes over my body. Through sheer force of will, I keep my eyes open to watch Hazel’s face melt in ecstasy as she comes at the same time as me. The idea alone that we’re watching each other is so goddamn hot. But to actually go through it while seeing that dazzling face takes this to a new, dizzying height.

  If such a thing is possible, my climax becomes exponentially stronger, evolving. I lose command of my hips as they go into a frenzy of carnal delight. I half worry that I’ll break Hazel’s arm or fingers at this pace; not that I could stop if I wanted to. Colors that I’ve never seen before dance in front of my eyes as I hit the peak.

  Hazel pulls me back, hugging me and kissing my neck as we descend from our high together.

  “Good girl,” she huffs in my ear. “That was so good,” she says with genuine awe. I still need to catch my breath. Hazel extracts her fingers, and looks at them like they have a coating of gold. She sucks her middle and ring digit clean, savoring the taste, she saves her index for my mouth. I hold my tongue out as she slides her finger in, and slowly turns her hand around so I get all sides. She’s a far cry from the girl I thought she’d be. Though I’m not sure I can easily define her. “But we can do better than that,” Hazel surmises.

  Before I can even process those words, she gets to work. Slinking her whole body down between my legs until just her head rests under me. My body is still drained from the orgasm I had. I summon strength to my thighs to rise up. Hazel pulls me back down. Her hands grip my hips and she doesn’t intend to let me gain an inch, not a centimeter, of space away from her mouth.

  “Hazel, please,” I beg her. Part of my concern is that all of my weight on her head will, not may, break her neck. That is if she gives me another orgasm even half as good as the ones she’s given me. The other half of my worry is that my brain might atomize if it doesn’t get a minute break from pleasure.

  I look down into Hazel’s eyes and see that neither of those things seem to bother her.

  ????

  This luscious weight on my face could possibly break my neck, but I can’t think of a better way to die. Holly’s thighs serve as the impending corridor walls that lead to the place I’m meant to be. They threaten to crush me as I work towards my goal, an excellent motivator to do my very best.

  ??????

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  Hazel doesn’t hesitate in the slightest and returns to the buffet. Her ravenous appetite is nowhere near satisfied at all. She reaches up to grab my ass and pull me down harder on her, working that demonic tongue of hers.

  I’m hypersensitive from the seconds ago orgasm and Hazel sets herself to drive me to another one. Her tongue rises within like it’s trying to get to heaven through me.

  I can’t hold myself up, seeking support from the wall, it’s Hazel’s hands that reach out. We entwine our hands together and gaze into each other’s eyes. My moans come out nonstop. Inspiring Hazel’s tongue to perform some unique techniques; twisting and curling itself at the same time to achieve superior titillation.

  I glean an impish twinkle in Hazel’s steel gray eyes. Before I can ask what that’s about, she extracts her tongue and has it travel a bit further south for a quick visit. I jolt up in surprise, delighting the witch between my legs. She giggles as the tip of her tongue orbits around for a spell.

  “You really are nasty, huh?” I croak, as heady bliss dulls my mind again. Hazel murmurs something I understand as ‘I’ll get to that later.’ “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I chide her. She laughs again and mumbles something along the lines of ‘Yes ma’am.’. She returns her tongue to its previous spot and with revived ardor really gets up in there.

  The latest orgasm begins to concentrate inside, and by the way Hazel’s hips are moving I can tell she’s close as well.

  ????

  Yet another vicarious apogee converges in me, my body tries to get closer to the source of desire that it can’t find. Holly’s thighs exert pressure on me as we approach our dyadic finish. I want it to be an amazing one. I let go of one of Holly’s hands.

  ??????

  Hazel must be trying to kill me at this point. She reaches around my leg with her left hand to stroke my clit as she continues to eat me out as if her life depends on it. The pads of her index and middle fingers take it on a wild ride around town as I struggle to stay upright.

  With only one hand supporting me, I need something to hold on to. Looking at Hazel, she leaves me with no other choice. I’m certain this is what she wanted me to do anyway. I get a handful of her concrete gray hair and ball it into my fist. The pain of my grip spurs her to move faster and with more pressure.

  I give into pleasure and instinct and my moan turns into a scream,

  “OH FUCK, HAZEL, YESSSSSS!!!

  ????

  There it is. That’s the beautiful sound I was looking for. Her scratchy voice singing out my name. She has a fistful of my hair that would prevent me from moving if this wasn’t the place I long to be. I could stay here forever as Hollyhock surrenders to lust. She hysterically uses my face for her satisfaction. The powerful gyrations of her hips spread more of that delicacy I crave. Regretfully more than my mouth can take in at a time. The strain on my neck is immense. Her mighty thighs have me in a vice but I ignore the pain as my body succumbs to lust.

  I thrash in vain, my head stuck in a heavenly place, excitement drips down my thighs as Hollyhock lets go of my hair. Her beautiful face looks down at me, rapt with debauchery.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous right now,” she says with pure adoration.

  ??????

  I’ve never seen Witch-Hazel look so good as I have at this moment. She stares back at me with a look of pride in a job well done, and satisfaction for herself; all while covered in my juices. I reach down to cup her face, my thumb scrapes some of my secretion as I maneuver it to her mouth. Without pause, she sucks on it and gives me a dazzling smile.

  “I love you Hazel,” the words fall freely from my mouth.

  “I love you too, Holly,” she says between breaths.

  I climb off Hazel and fall on my back, just now realizing that my heart is damn near beating out of my chest. She crawls next to me as I try to settle down.

  “Oh my god, Hazel. That was the best fucking sex I ever had,” I confess. “And I once had a foursome with a construction worker, a stripper, and a basketball player.” Hazel frowns and turns to look at me.

  “What’s a ‘basketball player’?” she asks.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I change the subject, thinking that bringing up past encounters isn’t the best pillow talk. “Were you using magic or something? I ain’t never came like that before.”

  “That was all natural skill Holly. I think that’s what they call ‘sex with feelings involved’.”

  “You must be right. Plus, we’ve been interrupted so many times before; it felt like it was never gonna happen.” Hazel nods.

  “If you’re interested in sex magic, I know some that’ll really elevate the experience.”

  “Like what?” I ask out of curiosity. She trails a finger along my abs.

  “There’s a spell that links our senses together. Everything you feel, I feel, you hear what I hear, we see what the other sees, our tastes become one. The sensory feedback doubles. And you can’t even fathom what the orgasms feel like… unless you want to find out right now?”

  I gulp.

  “Truthfully, I don’t think my heart could survive that, girl. So maybe another time.”

  “Okay, then here’s my next question,” Hazel continues while climbing on top of me. “What do you mean by ‘that the best sex you ever had.’?” She leans in, her long hair framing her face. “You think I’m finished with you?” She rubs her pussy on my abs, biting her lower lip as she paints my torso in her delight.

  “I did,” I admit. “But I guess I was stupid to think that.”

  “Just misinformed, Holly. I have a lot more things I wanna do to you.”

  “I just have one thing to say.”

  “What’s that?”

  “My turn, Hazel.”

  ????

  In the blink of an eye, Hollyhock reverses our positions. She’s on top, looking at me with a smirk on her face.

  “You’ve been doing all the work, so lemme take care of you for now.”

  With that said, she flips me over on to my stomach with virtually no effort at all. I have to laugh out of giddiness at how easily she can move me.

  “Whatchu laughing for?” she asks in my ear, lying her powerful body right on top of mine. “Is something funny?”

  “The big bad assassin is trying to act tough, like I didn’t just have you screaming my name at the top of your lungs. I think it’s cute,” I reply. Holly derisively exhales from her nose.

  She slowly makes her right hand travel up my side until it’s in front of my face.

  “Choose a finger,” she commands.

  ??????

  Hazel, as I expected, chooses my middle finger. Deciding to tease me a little more while she still can, she circles her tongue around the tip. She does this for a while before taking in the whole digit in her mouth. That soft, wet muscle folds to wrap around it, showing off her articulation. I withdraw my finger, to her disappointment and start my seduction.

  Her gorgeous, silky hair gets pushed to the side as I plant kisses on her neck. Her skin is so soft under my lips. I take a detour along her collarbone, make the turn on her shoulder blade, and drive over to the spine.

  Hazel turns her head to observe me out of the corner of her eye. I hover over her scar for a moment to really look at it. This crater is just bigger than my hand. The keloid skin has that almost plastic shine to it that I’m all too familiar with.

  I kiss the center, knowing she can’t feel it, then move on the circumference. There isn’t an inch that I miss. Hazel needs to know I love her features like she loves mine. When my tribute is done, I move further down her spine. When I reach the small of her back I heavily season the spot with smooches.

  She giggles, wiggles her ass in front of my face as I watch those cheeks jiggle. I kiss both of them, then to tease her, take a little nibble. That elicits yet another laugh from Hazel.

  “You’re still laughing? I’m trying to be romantic here, and you’re laughing?”

  “I think your definition of romance might need some calibration there, Holly.” She chuckles again.

  Instead of dignifying that with a response, I move on to kiss the back of her thighs.

  “Think you missed your stop,” Hazel comments.

  “You say something?” I reply, gently lifting her left calf and planting kisses along the length. “The sooner you realize the position you’re in, the better.”

  “What position is that?” she asks with a haughty tone. I move back up.

  “Right where I want you,” I promise.

  I part her cheeks to examine my target.

  “Damn, girl. You have an ocean down here, you enjoyed eating me out that much?”

  “Holly, if you’re scared you can-” she stammers as I lethargically rub her pussy.

  “Hmm?” I interrupt.

  “It makes me think you’re all talk and… no action,” she provokes further.

  “I think you know. I’m about that action.”

  ????

  Holly’s long, slender finger slides into me with ease. It delivers a shock of pleasure throughout my system. That strong digit delves deeper until I feel its whole length.

  I moan, showing my approval.

  ??????

  Hazel isn’t as reserved with her moans as I am… was. That’s good.

  But she owes me three orgasms and a name scream. So I need to get to work.

  I reach my free arm around her waist to get her clit in the game.

  ????

  Holly is eager to please it seems. Stimulating me on two fronts. She begins to pump her right middle finger in and out of me, while her left hand expertly fondles my pearl. Treating it like a rare treasure that’s been found.

  What excites me the most is the fact that I can’t see her. Adhering to her assassin training, she strikes from behind. Without a trace of mercy as she pumps her finger faster. Lying prone, I can only catch glimpses of her elbow from time to time.

  I arch my back to allow her a better angle.

  “Harder,” I breathe out.

  ??????

  Hazel has feedback for me, and who am I not to accept it? I thrust my arm harder into her as she tries to keep her hips up. Soon the only sounds in the room are her moans, her breathing and the delightful noise of my finger stirring her up.

  It’s a good start.

  ????

  Holly begins demonstrating her dexterity. Bending and twisting her finger to search for my most sensitive spot. As she discovers it I can’t stop my encouragement,

  “Yes, right there.”

  She obliges, focusing her efforts there, her arm moving even faster than before. I grip the sheets and ball my hands into fists. I want to scream already, but I’m curious to see what she’ll do to really earn it. My legs reflexively curl up but Hollyhock pins them down with hers.

  “I said I have you right where I want you,” she says calmly, her breath steady in my ear, as if this isn’t taxing her in the slightest. She kisses my back. Her denial of my movement excites me more than I thought it would, arousal takes over as I hit the pinnacle.

  ??????

  I feel Hazel tighten around my finger, her endless moans are evidence enough of what’s about to happen. I could let her go into it peacefully, but where would the fun be in that? I pinch her clit between my fingers and hammer away at her pussy as fast as I am able to. Her screams of delight get louder,

  “YES, OH MY GODS AND GODDESSES, YES!

  She gasps for air as she comes down, loosening her grip on my sheets.

  .

  ????

  I don’t get to ruminate on that for a second before Hollyhock lifts me up.

  With one arm, she holds me up in the air, and turns on my side. I reach for the bed and wrap my arm around her neck to support myself. She sits on her knees and casually throws my left leg over her shoulder. Further exposing my sensitive and dripping pussy to the air.

  “Holly, wait a sec-” I lock eyes with her and see cold determination. I’m guessing this is payback for what I just put her through.

  .

  Her finger, which never left, renews its ingress and egress. With blinding speed and intensity at that. Having more space to maneuver, Holly moves her arm like a piston. Reigniting the pleasure that just overtook me. I can’t find good purchase on the bed as Hollyhock lifts me higher, my right leg unable to prop me up. She wants me to only hang onto her neck, but I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to do so for much longer.

  The precariousness of the position I’m in augments the ecstasy I feel, I’m guessing by design. Trusting Holly to hold me up, I turn to look at her and match her gaze. I cup her face and watch with reverence. She slows her arm down.

  “What’re you doing?” I ask, desperate.

  “Think my arm’s getting tired,” she says as she slows it to a glacial pace. “Some motivation might get it going though.”

  I don’t hesitate to beg,

  “Please fuck me, Holly.”

  Her arm regains its vigor, the sounds it makes as her finger enters and exits is very audible. It’s soon replaced by my guttural moans and screams of passion. Holly stares right at me as she puts me through my paces. She twists her forearm as she hones in on that one special spot and I lose it.

  “YES HOLLY, RIGHT THERE!

  “Got you yelling my name already? After all that tough talk?”

  “Well, I- you-” my mind can’t conjure a witty remark. Holly just changed the definition of ‘satisfaction’ for me.

  “Uh-huh,” she replies. I think I have half an idea of what to say when Hollyhock grabs my legs.

  “Holly, please,” I say in vain, knowing I didn’t give her time and I don’t want her to give me any.

  “I ain’t get a taste yet,” she announces her intentions as she lifts me by my hips.

  ??????

  I rest her legs on my shoulders and bring her pussy to my face. That dripping wet mess needs my tongue to clean it up. I dive in, savoring the taste as it hits my tongue. That thick syrup fills my mouth quickly and leaks down my chin. The heat coming off of it is like a cozy fireplace. I’ve only licked the sides and Hazel is moaning for more; she locks her legs around my head. Folding them into an ‘X’ so that I don’t move.

  As if there’s anywhere I’d rather be. I wrap my arms around her waist to bring her closer.

  ????

  It’s hard to tell if Hollyhock is a genius or just plain cruel. I can only watch, upside down, as she enjoys herself. Only her chin is visible and what falls from it. My arms barely have the strength to keep me upright as the assassin holds my waist up. I either prop myself up on my elbows or hang like a ragdoll off her. A humiliating notion, which I’m sure is the point.

  Arousing as it is, I refuse to give in.

  ??????

  Hazel, astonishingly, has the wherewithal to get her arms straight underneath her. I slide my tongue into and start strumming her clit with my right hand. That extra stimulation makes her fold like a house of cards. I can’t help but laugh.

  “You’re… not… playing… fair,” she whines between moans. I ignore and press my face deeper and shake my head side-to-side to drive her crazy.

  She rewards me by riding my face to the best of her ability. I feel her walls tightening around my tongue as another climax is imminent.

  ????

  It’s too much for me to withstand. I surrender myself to my desire and fall to the bed. Humbling as it is to just hang off Hollyhock’s shoulders, the pleasure is worth it. Feeling her tongue delve deeper and twist within me is exhilarating. I give in to the sensation and let the wave of euphoria wash over me. My body trembles with satisfaction and Hollyhock gently places me down.

  I turn over in time to receive a sloppy kiss from the love of my life. She isn’t stingy, sharing my taste with me. We hold each other closely, only our lips are closer. And while my heart is pounding from the stimulation I can feel its calmness. All of this is exciting yet serene at the same time.

  Between our kisses I have to ask,

  “Do you feel like… this is new but-”

  “Like it’s familiar? All at once?” she finishes.

  I nod.

  “Yeah. There’s usually this jittery energy but-”

  “With you it’s peaceful,” I confirm. She nods in agreement. “I’m glad we feel the same.”

  “I love you, Hazel.”

  “I love you, Holly.”

  We kiss again. Holly parts with a smile on her face.

  “Had you screaming my name on your second ride. Think that makes us even.”

  That was far and beyond the greatest sexual encounter I’ve had the privilege of experiencing. Without adding magic, it’s hard to imagine how it could be better. But I perceive a spark of something in Holly’s eyes. A certain friskiness. Maybe that’s what compels me to say,

  “Why? Is that all you got?”

  With that, her smile grows wider.

  “Wait right there.” She climbs off the bed and walks over to her dresser and opens the middle drawer. By the way she steps into the apparatus she retrieves, I can guess it’s function immediately.

  Cute, what you need to strap on when you don’t have magic.

  She saunters back over with her new equipment. It is a large, orange thing held in place over her groin kept still by black straps over her hips and thighs. Holly gets her knees on the bed as I move.

  ??????

  Hazel wants to skip the foreplay. She gives eager kisses to the tip before taking the length into her mouth, then down her throat. Not sure why I expected anything different from the witch. The longer this goes on the more I suspect that her body count is much larger than mine. In this sense, anyway.

  She holds the back of my thighs, pulling herself forward to take it all the way to the base.

  “Damn girl,” is all I can manage to say. She chuckles, her nose tapping against my body. Hazel vacates her throat and rises to kiss me.

  “I’m getting impatient,” she says in a stern voice. Hazel grabs the back of my head, kissing me again and pulling me on top of her.

  We don’t break our kiss as she takes it upon herself to guide my tool where she needs it.

  “Don’t tease me now,” she says, kissing me. I push the tip in, sliding in with delicious friction. Hazel exhales a deep moan as I press further. I rock my hips back and forth to ease deeper. Our hips meet in a tender moment, she moans in my mouth, desperate to kiss me still. I grab hold of her hips and move mine slowly.

  “Hollyhock, can I ask a question?” Hazel requests in a casual voice.

  “Right now?” I answer, confused. She continues with,

  “What’s the point of you doing all those sit-ups and crunches, getting these sexy muscles, if you’re not gonna use them?”

  Hazel grabs my face so that I look right in her eyes. There is steel in her voice when she says,

  “Do I look like I’m made of glass?”

  I fully understand what she’s saying.

  ????

  I don’t have to wonder if Holly gets what I’m asking for. The devious smile on her face is answer enough. At first, I thought she would pick up speed, but I should’ve known her better than that.

  The assassin lifts me up, pressing my back against the wall, and looks at me with a resolute expression. She grabs the back of my thighs, holding them up and she pulls her hips back. That nice sense of fullness leaves me almost entirely for a moment before Holly drives her hips back to me.

  “Yes,” I applaud her as she pulls back out again to slam it in once more. “Yes.” Again. “Yes.” Again. “Y-” I can’t complete the word as Holly literally fucks the breath out of me. She picks up the pace, and increases her strength. Words fail me, shallow breaths are all I have as Holly presses me against the wall harder.

  All I can do is hold on to her for dear life as she pounds away at me. Never in all my years, even with magically enhanced partners, have I felt anything like what she’s doing to me.

  And she doesn’t stop, if anything she’s going faster and harder. It feels like she’s trying to take me through the wall and I almost want her to. I dig my nails into her shoulders and bite my bottom lip near to the point of breaking skin.

  “You can scratch and bite me, if it makes you feel better. Wouldn’t be the first time,” she says in a nonchalant cavalier tone, as if she isn’t using me to demolish her bedroom wall. Her breath is only a little strained, this strenuous activity so meager to her. She taunts me by spanking my right thigh lightly before she speeds up even more. “You had me pulling your hair. Go ahead.”

  I can’t resist her offer and bring my head to her shoulders. My nails drag down her muscular back, unsure if I pierce through. I bite down on her trapezius; uncaring if I draw blood, just to offset all this pleasure driving me crazy.

  ??????

  I stifle a groan as sweet pain flares up from where her nails mark me and her teeth lay claim. It’s a fair exchange for what I’m giving her, but it’s time for her to know the real deal. As I let go of her thigh and grip her hips, she knows this will be different and wraps her legs around my waist.

  I pull back and stroke in, nice and deep for her, holding there for a moment. Then pull it back out, as slow as I care to, almost all the way. Hazel looks me in the eyes, unaware of just how hard I’m about to fuck her.

  .

  I slam back into her at full strength. Focusing on gaining speed with each thrust, settling into a breakneck rhythm. The base of the strap rubs against my clit, energizing me as I work. My hands take control of Hazel’s hips. I bring her closer and pull her away in concert with my hips hammer as deep as I can go. I stop worrying about her back and the wall behind her, annoyed that it can withstand my strength.

  The mesmerizing sight of her breasts bouncing up and down in tempo with my thrusts catches my eye. I watch for a few seconds, amused and aroused by the motions before I focus on the task at hand.

  Plunging deep into the woman I love with every intention of putting her through this wall.

  ????

  I can’t fathom the speed Hollyhock operates, the sheer intensity of it. It’s a wonder my brain can form thoughts at this point. Rapid moans are all I can manage to urge Hollyhock on. She doesn’t let up, seemingly determined to make a crater here, or at least a me-shaped dent. The sound of her thighs smacking against me are quite audible, louder than my moans, and more frequent.

  Though I can’t process the passage of time right now, it doesn’t take long for yet another fulfillment to rise in me. Holly hasn’t ebbed and takes me right over the edge.

  As pleasure thrums throughout me, I hold onto Holly tight as it engulfs me. My body shakes in the throes of bliss but she holds me upright. It’s only now that I hear how hard she’s breathing in my ear. Aftershocks of the orgasm pulse in me, I fidget with each one.

  “It’s okay, I got you.” Holly lets me fully ride out the wave, until I get my body under control. She takes my face and kisses me.

  “Was that as good as it looked?” I nod, my mind inebriated with a pleasant buzz of coital joy.

  “That was incredible,” I answer. A few drops of sweat dot Holly’s forehead. Guess I finally got her worked up.

  “You’re really cute when you cum,” she comments. “Your lil’ tremors as you calm down.” With steady hands, she helps me stand on my own two feet, and then pulls out her utensil.

  “I… only… have one thing to say to that.”

  “What’s that?” I get close to her ear to whisper,

  “My turn, Holly.”

  ??????

  Hazel snaps her fingers and what was once on me is now strapped around her, perfectly fitted at that. A split second thought flashes in mind, wondering how exactly that spell works. Though I brush it aside as I ultimately don’t care.

  Hazel sits on the edge of the bed, her legs wide open and an expecting smile. The shaft drips with her juices from just seconds ago.

  “Remember how I said the women I’ve been with always expected me to lead?” I bring up. She nods. “Well, this is also one of the things I’ve never done before,” I admit.

  “Oh.” Her confident aura disappears. Everything else with Hazel has been amazing. I’ve already committed to letting new things happen to me, so why stop here? Hazel begins to stand up. “Do you not want me to-” I sink to my knees in front of her and push her back. With only an iota of nervousness, I concede,

  “Hazel, you can do whatever to me.”

  ????

  Holly takes hold of the tool and gives it an enthusiastic lick. She makes sure to clean the entire length before she covers it in her own spit. As I watch her work it, I consider what I would give up to feel her mouth around it right now.

  Idling musing done, I simply enjoy the visual stimulation of it. She grips my thighs as she stuffs it into her throat, slowly taking it all the way down. Aroused as I am, I can’t resist the urge to thrust my hips a bit; gently fucking her throat a little. Holly gags at the motion, but doesn’t draw back. A twinge of shame hits me and I sheepishly laugh.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Holly just stares at me for a second before she fits the whole span of her appliance in her throat. She pulls herself closer by gripping my thighs. Holding there for a second more, then vacating her esophagus. A trail of spit maintains a connection between her mouth and the tip for a single glorious moment before falling.

  “You’ll have to make it up to me,” she says.

  Hollyhock crawls onto the bed.

  “How do you want me?” She asks, shaking that majestic ass of hers side-to-side, answering her own question. The assassin remains on all fours, biting her lip as I approach.

  I glide my hands over her back, seeing where my nails previously made their marks. We should put some disinfectant on those later.

  But for now, I have more important matters to attend to. I grope and massage these marvelous cheeks.

  “I’m starting to think that you like my ass more than my personality,” Holly alleges as she rolls her hips into my hands.

  “Can’t exactly grab a handful of your personality, can I?” I counter. That gets a laugh out of the assassin.

  “Well, you’re the witch with ‘powers beyond my comprehension’. If anyone could cop a feel on a personality, it’s you.”

  “I’ll work on that later. Right now there’s far more fun things to handle.”

  ??????

  Whenever I needed relief in the past and didn’t feel like chatting up a girl for ten or so minutes, I’ve used toys to get the job done. The experience of being penetrated isn’t new, especially given how many times I’ve been shot and stabbed. It’s the fact that someone else is doing this for my pleasure is what makes this novel.

  Hazel grabs my hip with one hand, and guides my tool with the other into my pussy. She’s gentler with me than I am with myself. Whereas I rush to get things going, she glides in with a calm pace. A feeling of fullness comes with pain that melts into bliss. Moans fly out from me as Hazel takes control of my hips.

  ????

  I press my thumbs into those cute temples of Venus she has. These perfect little dimples of hers are just the right size for me to get a grip. Her lovely moans are a great sign, but I want more direct commentary. I press my groin deeper until my hips meet her cheeks and lean forward to whisper in her ear,

  “How do you want it?” I ask.

  ??????

  So much of my training and personal experience makes me reluctant to have anyone behind me at any time. But as Hazel leans forward, pressing her breasts against my back, I don’t feel that edge of vigilance. She asks me so sweetly,

  “How do you want it?”

  The truth leaves my lips before I can think,

  “Make me yours, Hazel.” My face heats up at the admission, I try to anticipate what she’ll say to that. Her reply comes in the form of a kiss on my cheek before she leans back up.

  Hazel begins by rocking her hips back and forth at a calm pace, digging into me with deep yet gentle strokes. I arch my back to give her a better angle and she picks up the pace a bit. She stretches me out as drives deeper and presses harder with each thrust.

  I need more, I need her deeper and faster. I turn my legs out to give her even more access. Hazel builds up speed and leans forward again. She reaches around my waist and rubs my pussy from the front as she pounds me from behind. She laughs in my ear and plays with my clit like it’s hers and as I grind myself into her I want it to be. Her breaths get heavier in my ear as she takes me.

  “I love you, Holly,” she grunts, not stopping her efforts.

  “I love you, Hazel,” I squeak out between thrusts. She grabs my chin and turns my head to kiss me.

  It’s awkward at this angle, our lips can’t really get solid contact with each other, but it is still powerfully passionate. I get a little sad as she breaks it to lean back up.

  Hazel moves with more zeal, really drilling into me. The slaps of our bodies meeting begin to sound like applause. Her award worthy performance goes on. Driving me further into my mattress, having me clutch my bedsheets again.

  My body is still mine to command, squeezing my abdomen tighter so I can feel it more as she fucks me. Hazel instantly notices the increased friction.

  “Damn Holly, you don’t wanna let me go?” She laughs in a way that would piss me off if I wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. My thighs get wet as Hazel’s strokes get stronger.

  “I need more, Haze,” I keen. Incredulous as it is that I’m saying this, it’s the truth.

  “I love the way you said that, call me that from now on!”

  “Huh?” Unclear on what I just said that excited her. She grabs my hands, interlocking her fingers with mine, and pulling my arms up to my sides.

  “Call me Haze!” She clarifies, pulling and twisting my arms for leverage to more expertly fuck me. My instincts want to reclaim my limbs but this is too amazing to resist. I surrender control to the witch and oblige her request,

  “I NEED MORE, HAZE

  And it still isn’t enough.

  ????

  It was torture at the time, but now I’m thankful to my past self for doing all that exercise. To please the woman I love like this made it worth it. The moans coming from her are mind-numbingly sexy. The mix with the lovely kinesthesia of it all is enough to satisfy me.

  Though apparently it’s not enough for Hollyhock. She’s throwing her ass back faster than I drive my hips forward. She overtakes my pace, fucking herself on her toy, and presses me back.

  I sit on my thighs, happy to give my hips a rest. Holly doesn’t let go of my hands as she bounces herself up and down. Her ass has a hypnotic effect on me as I watch, enamored by the rippling motions with each impact. My jaw goes slack as I think about burning this moment in my brain. The only thing that would make this better is if I could see her beautiful face. I’ll settle for hearing her moans.

  ??????

  My body moves on its own under two simple words: faster and harder. I slam my hips down and bring them as high as I can without letting it slip out, just to slam them back down. I can’t think of anything else, this is the only thing that matters right now and it’s still not enough.

  “Haze,” I plead, not caring how pathetic it sounds. “I need more.”

  She thrusts up into me. But without the use of her hands, it’s a single drop of the ocean that I need to extinguish the lust burning in me. I let go and plant my hands in front of me to work this ass better.

  Hazel grabs hold of my hips and does her damnedest to make me hers.

  ???????

  Our hips meet in cacophonic yet harmonious rhythm, there is no giving or receiving; just the expansion of pleasure that envelops us both. Notions of dominance or submission and top or bottom fall to the wayside to make room for the being that becomes one in this moment. There is no Hollyhock or Hazel, no names, only lovers. Sweat slicks skin and moans fill the air as we selfishly try to please the other, selflessly pleasing ourselves in the process.

  Muscles ache in delicious fatigue, driven on by unrelenting affection. Our minds can’t keep track of anything, but our bodies keep the score. Though we want to stay on the edge of this cliff forever, what lies past it is infinitely more enticing.

  Our pleasure pools together like magma rising within a volcano; a violent eruption is inevitable.

  ????

  Holly loses all control of herself. She drives her hips down onto me and stays there, gyrating around in a way that stimulates me as well. I help her and myself out by gripping her hips and grind her ass into me in circles.

  “YES! YES! YES! RIGHT THERE!” She calls out. I thrust my hips as much as I can manage. Holly tries to say something but her words turn into a heavenly scream of lust that triggers my own.

  ??????

  Hazel pulls me down and pumps into me with more strength than I know her to have. Denied vertical movement, my hips lash out on the horizontal plane. I can hear the bed banging against the wall over our screams. Hazel digs her nails into my hips as her orgasm syncs with my own and takes over us both. I don’t know if my eyes have shut or if I’m just blind. There’s nothing to see and sounds dull. There is only the feeling of boundless pleasure that spreads throughout me.

  Hazel and I crash forward on the bed. She lies on top of me, breathing heavily, refusing to pull the toy out of me.

  ????

  As always, Hollyhock continues to outdo herself and show me a new world beyond my imagination. She reaches for my right hand and holds it in hers.

  “Holy… shit, Haze,” she remarks. I nod in agreement. There aren’t any words to fully describe what that felt like. She kisses the back of my hand. “Thank you for that. I mean that.”

  The sweat between our bodies has our skin sticking together. I feel the rise and fall of her chest as we try to catch our breath. We fall in tandem, she inhales as I exhale, our hearts steady into a comfortable beat. I don’t want this moment to end.

  I kiss Hollyhock’s cheek and pull out her toy. In the silence the sound of it sliding out is audible, it exits with an unmistakable ! She whimpers at now being empty.

  I lean in close to her ear and ask,

  “Ready for more?” She laughs for a second before she turns to look me in the eyes. Once she sees I’m serious she answers,

  “Yes.”

  ??????

  When I said she can do whatever she wants to me, I did mean it, but I didn’t expect her to take me up on that promise so soon. But after what we just went through, I’d have to be a fool to say no. What else can she do to me?

  ????

  It’s easy to forget that Hollyhock’s body isn’t just powerful, but flexible too. She lets me bend and angle her in ways to achieve positions I hadn’t dared to try on anyone else. Until I met the love of my life that is. Holly gratifies my curiosities, looking so adorable as I push her legs back to the sides of her head.

  ??????

  I’m by no means a prude but Hazel seems set on checking off a lot of firsts for me. I’d take issue with some of the things she’s doing to me if they didn’t lead to more brain altering orgasms. The real problem is that her sexual appetite is insatiable and indefatigable. As soon as we share another climax that could create world peace and I think she’s tapped out, she locks eyes with me and says,

  “Just one more.”

  We seem to have a very different understanding of the phrase, since she requests four more in a row. Both of us are sweaty messes and for my sanity I suggest we take a shower together.

  The warm water feels immaculate, washing away the stains we left on each other. We're there for the intended purpose for maybe two minutes. Then somebody starts rubbing her wet, soapy, tits against someone else’s. Who’s to say who? This leads to a tender kiss. That leads to asses getting grabbed and shower product bottles falling all over. From there we can’t keep our fingers and tongues off or out of each other. We stay in there until I realize how much water we’re wasting and several bottles have spilled open. Making it too dangerous to stand and fuck each other.

  Hazel gets out, dripping wet, not wanting a towel and leads me by the hand. She avoids my bedroom and takes me to the couch. Where she plans to unleash her libido in a less slippery environment.

  If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Hazel is trying to fuck me to death. I can’t imagine a better way to die. Heart giving out after hours of unbelievable sex with the most gorgeous woman in the world. That seems to be the goal here because otherwise Hazel is just a pervert made especially for me. With the way this has gone though? I’m more than fine with that.

  She gives me a second to catch my breath from the latest teeth-clattering orgasm she gave me. I recline in her lap as she fondles my left tit and lackadaisically plays with my pussy like it’s hers. Maybe it is. Maybe I just thought it belonged to me because it’s attached to me. And this whole time it’s just been waiting for Hazel to teleport into my life.

  …

  I lean my head back and kiss her. She smiles and asks,

  “One more?”

  When we get bored of the couch, Hazel takes me to the kitchen. We knock over stuff that I’ll definitely need to clean up unless I want ants. I can’t be bothered to do it right now with this witch’s tongue exploring my depths. I swear she’s using magic to make it longer. She grabs a bottle of honey, squeezes some into her mouth, and then drains the rest over my pussy. The sight alone is almost enough to make me cum. As she begins cleaning up her mess, I make a note with my remaining brainpower to buy whipped cream. And more honey.

  When she’s done enjoying her meal in the kitchen, Hazel magically retrieves my strap-on and I follow her to my front door. She takes me from behind, pounding me against the wood relentlessly. The idea of someone being right on the other side is what excites her the most. And I can’t say it’s not doing anything for me either.

  Tired of knocking on the door, we go back to the couch, where Hazel puts my flexibility to the test. Again.

  I start to wonder if I ever did anything besides have an apartment spanning fuckfest with a witch. Hazel comes up for air from between my legs. My juices are smearing her mouth as she comes in for a kiss. As much as I hate to, I break the kiss to say,

  “Haze, please.”

  “Just one more,” she counters.

  “You’ve said that twenty times already.”

  “You’ve been counting?”

  “One of us has to, apparently. We’ve been at this all day.” I point to the window. She looks to see that it's dark outside. We started when it was dark, and I recall the sun coming up when we were scissoring on the couch in vivid detail. The way the golden light shined on her as she rocked her hips back and forth is etched in my mind. Upon grasping how long we’ve been having sex Hazel replies with,

  “So?”

  “So, don’t you have important sorcerer-in-training stuff to do?”

  “Holly, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.”

  “... Okay, that’s really fucking sweet, and I can’t lie: I did get a lil’ wet from that. But if I don’t eat or drink something you’re gonna have me leaking dust. Seriously, I think you’re gonna break my pussy. Not in a fun, sexy way. Just literally broken.”

  “Well first of all, if that were to happen, you’d be okay because I’m a fantastic witch.”

  I nod at her fair point.

  “Second, I have a potion that’ll fix you right up.” With a puff of smoke a glass vial appears in her hand. The liquid inside is ruby red.

  “What don’t you have a potion for?” I notice. “Feels like any time I point out a problem, you have a potion for it.”

  “You just so happen to have a lot of problems that I can directly solve with potions, Holly. Your life is simple like that.”

  “... My life, simple?”

  “Okay, I see your point there. But a lot of your problems can be solved with magic and that’s what we should focus on here. Now if you’re too scared to-”

  “Don’t do that,” I interrupt.

  “Don’t do what?” she asks with an innocent smile.

  “Don’t poke at my ego, your lil’ freaky ass is not gonna stop until we pass out from hunger or dehydration. I don’t understand how you still have energy or how your jaw isn’t tired.”

  She grabs her jaw and moves it side-to-side for a second.

  “It is a lil’ sore. Look, tell you what, Holly. If you’re cool with me making you scream out my name more times than you did me, that’s fine. I won’t even mention how you were speaking in tongues that one time.”

  “You stuck it in my-”

  “As I was saying,” she interjects. “If you’re okay with the score being so… low in your favor, then I’m fine with it. Maybe you’re not that competitive after all.”

  “Is that what this is? A competition?” I probe.

  “Competition, contest, you’re the one that’s been counting so I figured you’d want an… even tally for today. Not that this is reflective of your skills, no you were great. I was just better, according to your count that is.” She incites with an impossibly smug look.

  I’ve never been this irritated and horny at the same time in my life.

  “You’re kinda annoying at times, you know that?” I criticize but she shrugs it off.

  “So the one and only Hollyhock, master assassin, thinks she’s had too much sex for one day. She’s afraid of passing out in the arms of her lover.” Hazel hugs herself to bring her tits closer to my face. “You already know I think you’re the cutest thing ever, right? You don’t have to try so hard if you just want to cuddle and we can braid each other’s hair while reciting poetry.” She kisses my scar, ignoring just how much she’s pissing me off.

  Hazel looks me right in the eyes.

  “Or you and I can drink this and you can show me if you’re really about that action, Holly.” She brings the vial between our faces up between our faces. “I’ll let you wear your toy again,” she finishes, knowing she got me. I take the vial and pour the contents into my mouth. Despite its red coloring, it tastes exactly like blue raspberry candy. Weird.

  I kiss Hazel and let half of it go into her mouth. Once I swallow it, a rush of energy rushes throughout me.

  “You’re gonna regret that, Hazel.” She swallows, and smiles back at me.

  “I told you to call me Haze.”

  ????

  Truthfully, I didn’t know if my gambit was going to work. I’m not sure where I’m getting all this energy from. After all we’ve done, I should be sore, exhausted, at the very least achy. But I’m not, I felt fine even before drinking that potion. It does wonders for Holly though, she equips her tool and leads me over to a wall. She takes my hands and places them against it. She moves behind me and widens my stance. I brace myself for her touch but then she grabs my legs from under me in one swift motion. My hands almost slip before I press harder into the wall.

  “Now, tell me Haze.” Holly drawls as she feels up my legs. “Why did you have to go and tease me like that?”

  “Did I hurt your feelings?” She takes the shaft of her toy and taps it against where I want it to go.

  “You can keep playing dumb, but I can hold you here for a while. And I’m not gonna do anything until I get my answer.”

  “Isn’t there a more fun way to get your answer?” I suggest.

  “Maybe.” She lazily rubs it against my folds and I bite down a whimper. “But maybe I just want a straight answer.”

  “Can either of us really give a ‘straight’ answer,” I joke. Hollyhock isn’t amused, she lightly spanks my pussy with her hand. A small thrill rushes through me.

  “You’re not being honest, and I thought we were gonna be honest with each other.”

  I could play dumb for a little longer but Holly deserves the truth, and I’m eager to have her back inside me.

  “It’s because I wanted to make up for all the missed chances we had. All the calls that interrupted us, the fights we had to go to, and the assignments we both had. The world was determined to keep us apart. But we came back together no matter what,” I bare my heart to the woman I love as she holds me up by my legs, naked. “I felt like if I let this end, then we’d never get a chance like this again.”

  “And why did you think that?” She asks.

  “Because I love you, Hollyhock. I want to grab every moment we have together and enjoy it to the fullest,” I admit. “Plus, you’re really sexy,” I add. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you that, but you’re drop dead gorgeous, Holly. Can you really blame me for wanting you all to myself for a day or two?”

  “Good girl, you’re being honest with me,” she accepts my answer. She slides her toy in and doesn’t stop until she reaches the hilt. That nice fullness I craved finds me again. “And just for the sake of honesty, I think you’re sexy too.” With that she starts pumping into me with ardor. This position is awkward to maintain for a number of reasons. I want to arch my back but I risk losing balance. Hollyhock thrusts faster, indifferent to my dilemma, or maybe spurred on by it.

  She laughs at me trying to keep myself up.

  “You struggling there?” she asks.

  “Sometimes I think you actually don’t like me,” I joke, between thrusts. The fact that I can be so aroused in such a humiliating pose makes me question things about myself.

  “That’s not true, Haze,” she replies while stepping closer. My body gets pressed against the wall, relieving my arms of duty, but does nothing for my sense of dignity. If anything it’s more embarrassing. Hollyhock thrusts up into me with greater intensity and speed. She knows it won’t be long until I reach the zenith again. “I’d only do something like this for you.”

  Despite the playful nature of talk, I can tell she’s being truthful. The things we did to each other, we haven’t done for anyone else, all of this new to us both.

  We’ve ruined each other because we were made for each other.

  That sentiment takes me over the edge. Holly gently puts my legs back under me. With a tender touch she holds me against the wall as I drift in this latest tide of pleasure.

  She kisses my cheek.

  “I love you, Hazel.”

  “I love you too, Holly.”

  “One more?” I nod.

  “One more.”

  Chapter 35 End.