The Witch and Her Second Chance

1 | Harnessing wicked flesh

Introduction

If you thought The Vampire and her Human Mate started quickly, have a looky at this one. This book has all the loves–boy love, girl love and all of the love in between. This is a poly story.

This story introduces warlocks into this series. I’m not going to lie. They aren’t the best of people, but I look forward to hearing what you think of our male lead, Verin.

Eve

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The low-lit room pulsed. Flesh on flesh as moans fill the air. For Verin, this was a necessity first and only improved by the benefit of pleasure he could experience. There were at least fifty people in the temple. Some there like him, harnessing the energy from s****l congress and others just for the pleasure of it.

He didn't know the woman he was sunk into and hadn't seen her face. Her muffled moans were enough to guide him, as her mouth was busy with the warlock standing in front of her, Verin taking her from behind.

As her pleasure built and released, the artifice strapped across his chest grew warm against his skin as it stored the magical energy he siphoned. He felt his climax build to its peak, a small portion of magic building in the space, though his gratification didn't yield the same intake.

He withdrew and released against the arch of her raised ass, pushing his hand along his length as he spilt his seed. The woman made a noise of disappointment at his completion but continued what she was doing with her mouth. He'd already made her c*m three times with diminishing returns meaning he needed to move on.

Verin wiped her clean before leaving–they had some etiquette here. He withdrew from the center where the masses were, seeing a female warlock he knew sliding up behind the woman he had just vacated. "Come here, sweetheart, that mouth can be put to better use." She laughed throatily as she and the other man traded places.

Leaning back against a pillar, he cast his eyes across the throng of people. Masses of bodies rising and falling with their cries of ecstasy. Closing his eyes, Verin listened to the sounds, letting them ease over him as his arousal picked up again.

A soft hand trailed a caress from the contraption on his chest, lingering just above his growing interest, causing his eyes to open.

"Why, Verin, I didn't know you would be here tonight.”

"Of course you did, Celeste,” he replied in boredom.

Her laughter was low, but it rang out through the hallowed room.

Celeste's current f**k toy was standing just behind her, barely able to meet Verins eyes. Verin didn't understand her obsession with humans. Every few months, she would find one and bring them back to their world, degrade the s**t out of them and dump them back on Earth where she'd found them.

This one was handsome and young—barely twenty if Verin were to guess. His physique was impressive. At least half a foot taller than Verin, the human was broad and powerfully built—all the better for Celeste to bring low.

"Considering you are here, I have a request." She brought her pet's hand forward and guided him to take Verins thick shaft into his hand. He did it without hesitation, willing to do whatever she wanted of him.

Verin just sighed, pursing his lips and waiting for Celeste to spit it out. She grinned wickedly, the lights of the candles across the room casting shadows across her beautiful face. She wore a sheer black negligee with her warm red hair pinned back.

She leaned forward and teased her tongue across the seam of his lips, testing if he would let her in. He didn't, and it made her grin bigger when she pulled back to look at him.

"I want you to f**k him into me."

Verin glanced at the young man, who bit his lip and looked further down. His gaze was fixed on his fist, making a slow, deliberate pumping motion with Verin's growing manhood held within. His hold became firmer as Verin did. "Does this one have a name?"

"I just call him Victim 'cause he loves to scream." She leaned back against her toy, who brought his free hand around her to caress her breasts, obviously well-trained with what she liked. His other hand remained on Verin, the combination of Celeste's arousal and the younger man’s confident strokes making him fully erect again.

“Abject humiliation isn’t my thing, remember Celeste,” Verin drawled, his act of indifference belied by his engorged flesh still wrapped in the human's grip.

With a very convincing huff of vexation, Celeste shrugged off the younger man's fondling, “Ask Verin nicely.” Her stern command brought him front and center, that now free hand flowing up the side of Verins slim waist and up his chest, careful of the artifice and straps.

One hand still working him, barely a whisper, hardly more than a breath, “Please… Ve–”

“Master Verin,” Celeste corrected with a smirk, earning a flash of a glare from the other warlock.

The pet's pink tongue first wet his lips, withdrawing to help a dry mouth moisten to speak. “Please, Master Verin,” earning Celeste another glare from Verin, “give mistress what she wants, please…”

“Nicer,” Celeste hissed.

With only the briefest hesitation, the younger man pressed his lips to Verins. Just like with Celeste's attempt, Verin was unresponsive–a second from pulling away from this farce. Sensing Verin's disinterest, his hold tightened, both his digits and lips finding power.

Verin jerked his head back, ready to end this. The young man dared to meet Verins eyes. For just a second. Fear. Lust. Desperation. Wanton desire. He had been well worked, indeed.

Drawing Verin's face back to his, his thumb playing at Verin’s sensitive tip in his hold. “Please,” he said, using the uncontrollable groan from Verin as an opportunity to lock their opened mouths together.

The feel of their lips moving was quickly joined by wet warmth. The human poured all his hungry need into the kiss and fairly took the warlock's breath. Verins arms came up in a grasping embrace, responding to the strength of need in the other man. Celeste's eager noises brought them back.

"Get up on the dias," Verin said in a husky voice, convinced, or at least turned on enough, to do Celeste’s bidding. If he was going to do this, he would make it worthwhile.

Celeste gave a little excited squeal and led her human to the back of the room, a series of raised steps leading to a large plinth about a meter tall, wide and long–not too dissimilar to a dining table or single bed in size. Though usually used for rituals and other dark arcana, tonight, it was just another prop.

Verin snagged a bottle of lube on his way to join them. Celeste spun around as he stepped up to them. Her excitement was palpable, her eyes hooded with lust. "How do you want us, Rinni?"

"Don't call me that," he grumbled. "You get up however you want. I want him right here." He pointed to the short edge.

She swiftly climbed into the plinth, sitting on the edge so her human lover would face her and she could watch Verin.

Verin observed Celeste and Tim–Verin decided to nickname him–as they started to kiss, small peppering kisses from her and desperate ones from Tim that she never let progress. His black silk lounge pants were discarded between whispered words, eliciting little groans of anticipation from the man. A torturous-looking c**k ring strapped around the base of his swollen member brought a conciliatory shake of the head from Verin. She really is sadistic, he thought wryly.

Tim slid down her body and placed his face in between his master's legs.

"Oh yes, sweet boy," she moaned, eyes on Verin's face.

Verin bit his lip despite himself. Damn woman… She was sexy, knowing how to twist and get what she needed to build her own magical reserves. Like all others here, for this reason, she only captured what she could store within her body.

Verin stroked himself absently at the pair. Celeste's orgasm, when it came, flooded into his artiface–even without him laying a finger on her, her enjoyment came from him, him watching her be taken by someone else.

Remaining on his knees and gazing lovingly up as if a supreme celestial being was before him, Tim asked quietly, as though a loudly spoken word would shatter this twisted place he had found himself in. "Was that good?"

Celeste patted his head with a mostly affectionate look on her face. "It was fine. But I think you can do better."

Verin could feel the magic, sense its path as her words drew more energy from the human. She was an expert on pulling magic from crueller stimuli.

With his head hanging, he responded dejectedly, "Yes, mistress." The young man looked over his shoulder at Verin, his eyes casting down again.

Verin shrugged to himself and prepared his shaft for taking the other man. "I assume you've already been broken in," he directed the question to Tim, who first looked at Celeste for permission to speak. The female warlock nodded her head.

"Yes, sir." The man stood without another word or glancing back, settling between Celeste's legs. He made a small groan as he entered her–probably the first time she'd allowed it in days.

She watched Verin over his shoulder, her breath becoming pants, as Verin placed his hands on the man's back and pushed him down onto Celeste. Her back was now against the surface, and Tim bent over her, feet firmly planted.

Verin felt eyes on them, a few people coming forward to watch. His slick hands slid between Tim's cheeks, gently pushing to feel how prepared he was for him. The younger man moaned when Verin worked a third finger into him, his hips bucking back against Verins hand before thrusting back into Celeste.

"Oh, thank you," the man panted as he nuzzled and sucked on Celeste's n****e, Verin’s careful progression moving past tight discomfort to easy pleasure.

Verin pinned Tim's hips in place, concentrating on the expanse of his lithe back as he entered him. Slowly rocking, Verin pushed until flesh parted, stretched and allowed him full access. Moans increased in volume beyond the younger man's control. The sound was intoxicating, and Verin threw his head back as he beat a slow rhythm into him, the movement smoothing as all resistance passed. Celeste's cries mingled with Tims, ripples of pleasure cascading within Verin.

"Oh god. Oh god," Tim started mumbling, a panicked edge to his pleasure, presumably the c**k ring doing its job.

Verin slowed and lowered his voice so only the three could hear. "Goddess Celeste, get that damn thing off him."

She glared, her plump lips forming a pout at being directed like that and the disruption, but she reached between them and did what he asked, using a simple splicing spell to cut the rubber band.

A small whimper left Tim, breathy cries of thanks tumbling from him.

Verin started to move in him again, tightening his hold on the man's narrow hips. "You better hold on until you make her c*m again–don't make me regret having it taken off."

Tim nodded vigorously, his voice stolen by the pleasure surrounding him.

They built again, Tim crying out as he fought his release. Verin slowed to let the kid get control, thankful for the moment to preserve his own. He hadn't been lying that there was no cumming until Celeste had her release. From her moans, they were close.

Tim, under control again, started to bounce between them. His need to please the two in charge around him was a strong motivator. Verin moaned in pleasant surprise at the fervor, meeting Celeste's eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She had a very pleased look on her face, seeing Verin’s delight.

From this angle, the whole room could see them, like they were running a sermon for their congregation–the orgy, the pews. He felt the warmth of his device as those watching pleasured themselves to their act.

This is proving to be fruitful, he thought briefly. Though as much as he was enjoying himself, he wasn't a patient man, and this was taking too long.

He pushed them further into the centre of the dias, slipping out, so he climbed up and f**k them on his knees.

"Get her n****e," he ordered the man underneath him, who obeyed immediately. Verin hooked his hand under to press his finger against Celeste's back passage to speed her up, eliciting louder moans from her.

"Oh Goddess, yes," she cried.

He released Tim's hip, pressing him further into Celeste. He snaked his other hand down to grip her hip with his free hand to pull them both harder against him. He increased his speed, hoping he could get her off before this boy exploded–his cries were echoing around the room now.

The heat of the artifice was burning him with the power he was siphoning. He heard and felt the moment Celeste came, her cries increasing in tempo and then extended and drawn-out moans as she rode her waves, her arms stretching above her head as she arched her back. The power flooded Verin and the machine.

The young man was almost crying, pleas for his mistress tumbling out.

"Yes, c*m. Oh, c*m in me, my beautiful Victim."

The human's vocal release rivalled Celeste's, and there was a general response across the room as the apparent pleasure experienced tipped others over–Verin, one of them. He didn't pull out in time.

He rested his face on the broad, smooth back for just a second before climbing off them and the dias. He left without a word or glance, hearing the praises Celeste gifted her human as he cried his appreciation to her.

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