s*x Magic

Something Wicked

Lily gasped as she wrapped her hand around Trent's hard member. Well, her fingers didn't go all the way around but had a good solid grip on it. She was in awe of the size of it. She gently stroked up and down, wondering how she was going to fit this into her body. How anyone could for that matter. Now that she had a hold of it however, she didn't know quite what to do with it. Trent was frozen above her. She didn't even think he was breathing at this point. 

"Lily don't." Trent wheezed. 

Unwilling to let go, Lily decided to take charge. She couldn't have him completely just yet, but she could have fun with him. 

"Get on your back Trent. Now!" Lily ordered. Trent leaned back quickly. He carefully but fearfully pushed himself on his back. Lily's eyes were glazed over and her pupils dilated. Still she refused to let him go. He didn't want to make her angry but he was scared at what she might do since lust seemed to have taken over. 

Now flat on his back, Tren't heart was racing. Lily rose over him between his spread legs, naked and trembling. Squeezing his throbbing member gently. He had never seen anything more sexy and if she didn't stop squeezing him he would blow soon. Her small hand felt so good. Suddenly Lily threw her leg over his chest, straddling Trent in the sixty-nine position.

"Oh f**k!" Trent grunted. His little vixen never ceased to amaze him. Trent grabbed a couple pillows to prop behind his head so that he could bring his face closer to the object of his desire. He was intent on his target, mouth watering, her scent enticing him. Then he felt her mouth on him and he couldn't even remember how to breathe. 

Lily's brain was foggy with desire. As inexperienced as she was, her lust and eagerness to please Trent made her bold and fearless. Staring and the throbbing shaft in her hand she watched as a clear liquid trickled from the slit. Trent had never let her touch him before. Lily took the weeping head into her mouth. Not really sucking but tasting. Using two hands to hold him steady, Lily explored Trent's shaft with her tongue. Enjoying his taste. 

She could hear Trent breathing heavily behind her. His thighs flexed and like steel beside her head. His hands gripping her cheeks roughly, rhythmically kneading them. Making her cunt lips smack noisily. 

Lily went back to focusing on the tip of his manhood. She had tried desperately to fit more in her mouth but failed miserably. She was satisfied sucking more of his sweet taste from the tip while working the shaft with two hands. 

Trent was helpless underneath Lily. He was gripping her backside so he wouldn't fly off the bed. His toes digging into the mattress. Breaths coming out in harsh pants. What Lily lacked in experience she makes up for in enthusiasm. Her clumsy suckling made Trent even more excited. He wanted to return the pleasure she was giving him. He imagined himself devouring her, drinking down her juices. Showing her no mercy, making her scream and she came all over his face. But he found himself crying out and spasming hard as she sucked his soul right out of his body.

Lily was surprised as her mouth was suddenly filled with salty sweet goodness. She struggled to swallow it down but hearing Trent shout made her feel empowered. She continued to suck him as he jerked and shivered beneath her. He finally let go of her bottom and she took the opportunity to look back at him. Trent had one hand covering his eyes. His other hand was on his chest right over his heart. He was breathing erratically.

Thinking more clearly, Lily finally lets go of Trent too. Realizing that she had done too much, maybe pushed a little too far, Lily climbed off the bed and started looking for her clothes. 

"What are you doing?" Trent asks in a rough voice. He watched her run into his bathroom and rise off her hands and face. 

"Letting you get ready for the day. I'll see you later yeah?" Lily quickly pulls on her top and pajama bottoms. Sweeping her curls into a messy bun. 

"Wait Lily. We need to talk." Trent knew he still hadn't gotten any closer to telling her what he was. He needed more time. 

Lily gives him a quick peck on the lips. Trying to make a quick retreat while she was still under control. She wanted nothing more than to climb back on top of Trent and ride him into the sunset. Her core was still aching and needy. Trent reached for her but she danced out of the way. 

"I'll see you soon. We'll talk then. You've got things to do mister. Get to it." Trent can tell that Lily is rushing on purpose. Refusing to talk about what happened. He tried to get up from the bed, but she had left him so weak, he flops back down. 

"Dammit Lily, don't leave me like this." Lily looked at Trent longingly and then grabbed another piece of bacon. 

"Thanks for breakfast." Lily winks as she slid out the door. 

***Marin paced around her bedroom. Her high heels clicking on the expensive tile.The luxury condo downtown served her well. She was able to be close to her target and pamper herself as well. Not having roots was hard. Always traveling, always hunting. It was a strain. She had been on the phone all morning trying to gather more information about the girl with the green eyes. So far she had found nothing. This girl had been able to block her control and that was intriguing.  

The girl's luminous green eyes burned into her brain. Marin wrapped her hands around her torso trying to ground herself. She knew something was there. Something she was missing. She worried that her conquest was slipping from her fingers. All her months of hard work ruined. What could that girl want with her wolf. That annoyingly handsome wolf who was like putty in her hands. Marin would take pleasure in destroying him. Not because he was cruel or evil. But because she was. She enjoyed the high that came with the suffering of others. That's why she was so good at what she did. That's what made her so dangerous. 

Marin ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. She had to figure this out soon. Trent was ripe for the picking. But it had to be done discreetly as to not draw attention.  Now he had another loose end. But she was happy to clip it. 

Clutching her cell phone in her hand Marin stood in front of her floor to ceiling windows and looked out over the city. Fuming. Her dark eyes taking in the beauty of the city. The streets are still empty in the early morning glow. She looked down at the humans in disgust. Some were jogging, others scrambling for coffee. Easy to manipulate and destroy. Not worth her time. 

Suddenly the phone in her hand rang, making her jump. She knew she had to report in but she was hesitant. Looking at the caller ID, her anxiety turned into full blown panic. The hairs raised on the back of her neck. With a shaking hand she answered the phone

"Marin." A deep voice crooned. "I've missed you."

"Jarod. It's been too long." Marin swallows thickly. Her throat suddenly dry. She detested the soothing voice that he used. He talked to her like you would a lover but he was the furthest thing from it.

"How are things?" Jarod asked. She could feel his power vibrating through the phone. It made her skin feel tight. She had begun to sweat.

"Everything is fine Jarod. Nothing to report." Sharp pain twisted in Marin's gut making her gasp and drop to the floor on one knee. 

"Marin. Why would you lie to me?" Jarod asked sweetly.

"I- I'm not lying, Jarod. I don't know anything yet. I'm looking into it." Marin fell over to her side as Jarod released her. She so desperately wanted to escape the sound of his voice, yet she was unable to hang up the phone. 

"Marin I thought you were better than this. Something is off. Your whole area is like a black hole. Even your energies feel weak to me.  Something is there, surely you can feel it." Jarod was becoming annoyed. He had never been patient. 

"What could she be? She's not one of us. She actually didn't feel like anything. What could she be hiding? How can she be hiding something?" Marin asked hysterically. Her voice cut off by choking sounds. Marin began to claw at her throat with one hand while she writhed on the floor. Still clutching her phone. Unable to hang up.

"Calm down, Marin. You have the advantage here. She doesn't know anything about you. Just make sure to keep it that way. If she suspects anything, she'll bolt." Jarod was working hard to keep his temper. Marin was powerful but she could be impulsive and messy.

Marin suddenly gasped and sat up as Jarod released his hold.  She doubled over coughing and retching. Her eyes teary from the lack of air. "I'm on my way. Just keep your eyes on the wolf." Jarod says coldly.

"Jarod, wait-" Marin winced at the line disconnecting. Finally, she was able to take the phone from her ear.  

Looking up, Marin saw her reflection in her floor length mirror. Her hair was a mess, red claw marks on her neck. Her pale skin was blotchy and sweaty. Tears were streaming down her face. Despair pounding in her chest. Jarod was nice to her this time. She shudders remembering what Jarod has done to her. What he will do if she fails. She knows she won't survive it this time.