The King's Witch

Kiss - Her First, His Last

    Tyana was terrified. She was chased by an unknown creature and she couldn't make her spell right. 

    "Nitropa Belcumara!" her voice was now shaking in horror. She glanced back at her predator and saw a towering man running after her at full speed. She could only use this spell five times more but he was getting close.

    She didn't expect this to happen. Just two days ago, she arrived in the big city of New York and was so excited to make friends with the mortals. She knew that there would be a lot of immortals there too but she didn't need to worry at all. She was liken to normal human beings. But to her surprised, her clothing styles were so different from them

    So today, she decided to buy some new clothes when two vampires appeared in the backseat of her car. They looked angry and starved. Panicked rose, she blew a bit of her gold dust and casted a sunlight spell to scare them, but it went wrong and blew the top of her car instead. The vampires were burned by the scorching hear of the sun and was forced to teleport away. 

    The people started shouting when a big sound was heard and when bits of metals splattered everywhere hitting some passersby.  Sensing something wrong with her car, she got out and went away and as soon she did, it blew up. She was stunned. She almost died if not for her instinct. She suspected when she casted the spell, it also affected other parts and engine of her beloved Chevrolet Trax. Now, it was gone. She got nothing to take her back home. She heard strange sound that seemed like an alarm and probably a security alert.

    She was not ready for the consequences that might happen so she also ran along with the people in the area. Thinking about her things, she couldn't help looking back at her car - her backpack with some magical herbs, some money and her precious books were there. 

    Remembering her gold, she grasped for her drawstring pocket and was relieved when she felt the weight of her gold dust there. This is the only thing left with her. 

    She guessed she would be going home earlier than planned. Taking out a a bit of her gold dust, she blew them away. "Nitropa Belcumara." Closing her eyes, she envisioned the Wiccan castle. She opened her eyes  and looked around expecting  her to be in a property near their palace but wasn't. She was still in the same area. "What happened?" Blowing the gold again. "Nitropa Belcumara!"  She was just transported meters away. Was she still shaken from what happened and couldn't maintain her focus? That could be. She tried again and that was when she noticed a man following her. Circe was right. She couldn't handle a life away from the castle alone, because she was weak, powerless and even with the use of her high-priced magic, she was still not saved. She was hopeless.

    Despite being terrified and depressed with her situation, she tried to think reasonably. Maybe she could reason with him. He was clearly not one of those hangry vampires, seeing him running in a broad daylight. Maybe he didn't mean her any harm. He could be an ally like the shapeshifters.

    Obviously, he wasn't mortal with his speed to be able to catch up on her travel spell though this time its dysfunctional. But this was how witches and wizards travel and evade their enemies. 

    She was contemplating to stop but she would rather use up all her magic before surrendering. This was her last spell. "Nitropa Belcumara!" Please take me home. Please... She prayed as she tightly closed her eyes, concentrating on her spell. But nothing happened. She felt the air didn't change nor the smell of the environment. Even if she wouldn't open her eyes, she knew she f****d up.

    Tears rolled down her tightly shut eyelids. She was done. Giving up, she faced her pursuer only to be crashed to his massive body and shot forward. He must not have expected her sudden stop and was trying to lessen the impact when their bodies collided. She could feel him tensed at their contact and he grabbed her to him to protect her from crashing the ground. 

    Grasping her waist, he braced for the bang of his speed and strength as his back hit the field. He was racing towards her with all his might not expecting her to instantly stop  and turned to him. He as already an inch close to her that when she did so he got out of balance. He managed to save her from the smash and she was lying on top of him as he whack himself to the ground. She felt so soft in his arms and by what they all said, he felt it. That sensation they were talking about. The electrifying moment when their bodies touched for the first time. It felt so good. He tightened his grip to her body pressing it to him making sure of that new yet familiar kind of feeling.  He was clutching her so close that he smelt the most luscious scent ever. Closhing his eyes, he was still contemplating her heavenly fragrance when she spoke.

    "A-are you alright?" Strange accent. Her voice was shaking ... and worried? Of him? As she utter those words, his ears twitched. It was activated as though someone had clicked it in place. What was happening to him? Her voice sounded so silvery and sweet, he could taste it in his mouth.

    Not able to respond, she glanced up at him. His gaze were met with a pair of almond-shaped, copper eyes filled with fear and concerned. She was looking at him consumingly yet with a child-like wonder as she was scanning his face-searching for something. Whatever she found there brought relief to her beautiful face. This woman was elegantly stunning with jaws and lips so perfectly in shape making her look seductive yet innocent at the same time. Surely, his sense of sight, smell, hearing and touch were sharpened by her. They were all tuned in now as if they just had the right catalyst.

    There was only one thing left to be activated. Taste. He had to check if his sense of taste was also intensified. Without much thinking, he rolled and shifted their position pressing her now to the ground. He was holding her delicate nape and let his right palm cushioned the back of her head as his arms rested against the ground on each side of her face. The look of ease on her face vanished. 

    "W-what are you doing?"

    "I need to taste you." Uncomprehending, her dark brows were drawn together.

    "What are you talking abou-." His lips descended into her brushing lightly. Sif groaned from the small contact. That tasted really good. But it was not enough. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder this time, savoring her sweet plumps and flicking his tongue to taste her shaking close lips. This was the taste of her woman.