The Dragon Kings' Forbidden Witch

Objects didn’t just float, they crashed and spun and danced wildly around them.

The chair that had been hovering suddenly moved across the room at speed, slamming against the far wall before falling to the ground.

Books flew off the shelves and swirled through the air like leaves caught in a tornado.

The curtains whipped around the room with such force they tore slightly, the fabric shredding.

The fire in the hearth rose so high it seemed ready to consume the entire chamber, flames licking at the stone, heat flooding the room.

And through it all, Kaelen continued to pound into her, continued to take her, continued to claim her.

"Yes," he growled against her neck, biting her gently. "That’s it. Lose control. Let the magic free."

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her, her body convulsing around his cock, her magic responding to every sensation.

And Kaelen didn’t stop.

He kept fucking her, kept driving her higher, kept taking everything she had to give.

But then he wanted to see her face.

He wanted to watch her lose control again. He wanted to see her eyes glow as she came. He wanted to witness her magic responding to his touch.

So he pulled out and flipped her around.

"On me," he commanded, falling backward onto the bed, his cock standing hard and ready.

Morgana, still in the haze of her second orgasm, still incoherent, still trembling, understood what he wanted.

She climbed onto him, positioning herself over his cock, and then slowly, deliberately, she began to lower herself onto him.

The angle was different like this. Deeper. More intense.

She could feel every inch of him as she sank down, could feel him filling her, could feel the absolute possession of having him inside her like this.

"That’s it," Kaelen said softly, his hands gripping her hips. "Take your time. Ride me, Morgana. Show me what you need."

And she did.

She began to move, slowly at first, adjusting to the new angle, adjusting to the feeling of being in control.

Her hands were braced on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat beneath her palms....fast, racing, as out of control as her own.

She looked down at him, at the hunger in his pale eyes, at the way he was watching her, and something changed.

She began to move faster.

Up and down, her pussy sliding along his dick, taking him deeper with each thrust, finding a rhythm that felt absolutely perfect.

"Yes," Kaelen groaned. "Just like that. Morgana."

The words should have made her blush, should have made her shy away. Instead, they drove her into a frenzy.

She began to slam down onto him harder, faster, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts as he began to match her pace from below.

They moved together like that, his hands guiding her hips, controlling her pace, ensuring she took exactly what he wanted to give her.

And the magic responded again.

Her eyes glowed. The fire roared louder.

She was climbing again, climbing toward another orgasm, another release.

"I’m close," she gasped, her hands gripping his chest, her nails digging into his skin.

"I know," Kaelen said, his voice rough. "I can feel it. Come for me again, Morgana. Give me everything you have to offer."

Everything came together.

His thrusts from below matched her movements from above. His hands guided her, controlled her, ensured she was taking exactly what she needed.

The pleasure was building, building, building toward something cosmic.

She was close, so close, teetering on the edge of something absolutely transcendent.

And Kaelen was determined to push her over that edge.

He shifted his position slightly, and suddenly his cock was hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body go rigid.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Right there. Please, right there."

He kept hitting that spot, over and over, his pace increasing, his movements becoming harder, more intense, more absolutely consuming.

And Morgana was climbing, climbing, climbing toward the peak of pleasure.

Her eyes blazed with silver light. Her magic pulsed through the room like a heartbeat.

She could feel it coming.....the third orgasm, and this one felt like it would tear her apart and put her back together all at once.

"Come for me," Kaelen commanded, his voice rough with his own need. "Come on my cock, Morgana. Give me everything."

And she did.

The third orgasm wasn’t like the others.

It was bigger. It was deeper. It was EVERYTHING.

Her entire body convulsed, her pussy clenching so hard around his dick that Kaelen groaned with the intensity of it.

"KAELEN!" she screamed, his name echoing through the chamber.

Her magic exploded outward in a wave so powerful it shattered the windows.

The glass didn’t just crack.....it EXPLODED outward in a shower of shards that hung suspended in the air for a moment before falling like deadly rain onto the grounds outside.

The cold night air rushed into the chamber.

The fire in the hearth roared so violently that burning wood fell onto the stone floor.

And in the midst of it all, Kaelen felt his own orgasm hit.

He came deep inside her, his own release violent and consuming, his body shaking with the intensity of it.

He thrust upward one final time, burying himself completely inside her pussy, and then he exploded.

His cock pulsed inside her as he came, filling her up, marking her as absolutely and completely his.

And Morgana SCREAMED.

It was a scream of pleasure so intense it was almost pain, a scream that contained multitudes, a scream that seemed to contain all the magic in the world.

Her eyes blazed with silver light so bright it seemed to fill the entire chamber, and for a moment, she was nothing but magic, nothing but power, nothing but absolute cosmic energy.

And then everything went black.

Her body collapsed against him, completely exhausted, her magic completely spent.

She passed out.

***

Kaelen held her for a long moment, watching her breathe, watching her sleep.

Her chest rose and fell in the steady rhythm of deep sleep, her face peaceful and beautiful and completely satisfied.

He carefully withdrew from her, and even in unconsciousness, she whimpered slightly at the loss.

"Shh," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I’ve got you."