The Raven

Bradan blew out a sigh that had her traitorous nipple puckering even further. "I told you, I'm a warlock. My house was lost under an unfortunate landslide while I was away, travelling the world. Since I knew all my spells by heart, there was no need to expel the energy to clear the rubble. And I figured my work was safe enough. No one ever bothered to head out that way." Slowly, steadily, he began to slide his cock in and out of her once more. "You must have stumbled across it somehow, retrieved the book that contained the spell."

Despite the shock still rippling through her, Illiana had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning at the feel of the exotic cock's languid thrusts. The sensations were incredible, stimulating her in ways she never felt before. "That landslide happened five hundred years ago." Her voice was breathless, hoarse with arousal. "Just how old are you?"

The muscles in his powerful shoulders bunched, then relaxed he shrugged. "I stopped counting after I passed my six-hundred-eightieth birthday. Figured there was no sense in it anymore."

"Bastard!" She spat the word at him. "You said you had no special powers."

"I made no such claim." His cock shifted form once more, thrust in and out of her faster. "I merely stated that I couldn't read your mind. Which is the truth. I can't. It takes way too much energy to block people's thoughts once you acquire the skill. Not worth the effort."

Her renewed struggles caused him to moan. "Keep squirming, witch. I do so enjoy the feel of your walls quivering around my cock."

"You can't do this." She arched up, and he drove deeper. Shifted her hips down, and his shaft slid more firmly over her clit. No matter what she did, it only increased the amazing stimulation.

"Do what?" His cock grew thicker, the shaft now lined with countless little bumps. "Use my spell on you the way you planned on using it on me?"

Illiana gasped as the bumps made her that much more aware of the slide of the thick cock moving through her moist tunnel. Each stroke was long, deliberate, putting the most amazing pressure on her inner pleasure spot, her clit.

Drawing on her last reserves, she tried one more time to blast him with wave of magic. It bounced off his broad body harmlessly.

"Enough," he growled. Gave her one deep, hard thrust. Then rested, deep inside of her, lodged firmly against her womb. "You think you are powerful, but you know nothing about true power. Your magic cannot hurt me."

In answer, she sent another shockwave aimed at him. She hadn't survived these past hundred-and-forty years without fighting for her life a time or two. If nothing else, it had managed to stop the maddening glide of his cock through her sensitive walls.

His snarl sounded pure feral. "Enough, I said," he bellowed. And drove into her with another punishingly hard thrust.

Her body responded before she could stop it—arching up against him, begging for more. Her tunnel throbbed with arousal, moisture pooled until it ran in little rivulets down her thighs. Her mind turned hazy, fuzzy with desire, and she realized she was beginning to have a hard time forming coherent thoughts.

There was a buzzing feeling in her body when she tried to summon her magic one last time. She knew he had won when her powers failed her, the energy sizzling like embers of a fire doused with water. In its stead, a wave of arousal washed over her, so strong, it threatened to consume her.

"Ah, I see it's finally working." Bradan's voice drifted to her ears as if through a fog. When she merely looked up at him with questioning eyes, he bent over, pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I mixed a good dose of the potion into the water I gave you, just to be sure. In case your powers were greater than I anticipated. I must say, it took a bit longer to work than I would have thought. But now that you're with me, we might as well finish the ritual."

Once more, his cock shifted, this time back into its human shape. To her dismay, it felt no less magnificent, Illiana noted as it continued its slow, deliberate glide through her quivering walls. She knew she should keep fighting him, but his skillful thrusts felt marvelous. His strokes came harder, faster, heightening her pleasure until she burned with it, writhing and quaking beneath him.

She hadn't noticed he'd released her wrists until her arms wrapped around his neck, pulled him closer. His mouth came crushing down on hers once more, and she kissed him back with fiery abandon. The most intense sensations radiated from her core as his shaft thrust against her inner pleasure spot, slid over her clit again and again.

Bradan's deep moans drowned out her higher ones, her mewls and whimpers as her tunnel quivered and shuddered around his shaft, massaging his length with a fluttering rhythm. She was tight, exquisitely tight and wet, gripping, squeezing his cock like a hot, velvet vise.

Her auburn hair fanned out over the pillow, her back was arched, thrusting the glorious mounds of her breasts at him like an offering. Groaning, he flattened his calloused hands over them, pressed them together. His mouth travelled down the exposed column of her throat, then closed over the hardened peak of her nipple. When his teeth grazed over the sensitive bud, he felt her tunnel clench in spasms around his cock.

Repeating the process on the other side, he was rewarded with a series of flutters from her walls around his shaft. And her back bowed even further, pressing her breasts firmer against his mouth. Her tunnel rippled over his cock as he suckled, nipped at the buds, flicked over them with his tongue. The quivering spasms sent waves of pleasure through his core, until his loins tightened, tightened.

Lifting his head, he stared down at her. She was a stunning beauty in every way. But lost in the throes of passion, she took his breath away. She'd make a ravishing pet, and he intended to keep her for quite a while. He didn't need to use the potion that would eventually drive her insane. He'd simply tame her, and bind her to him with pleasure.

"You, witch, are now thoroughly under my command," he whispered in her ear. And drove into her even harder, faster, deeper.

Illiana was too far gone to care. Her tunnel tightened around his cock as her pleasure rose higher and higher, as she rushed toward a mind-blowing release. If this was what happened when she surrendered control to him, she'd gladly give it up.

His fingers teased her nipples with incredible skill. His cock, his magnificent cock hit every sensitive spot, every nerve just right. Her toes and fingers curled as the tension built, built until she was breathless, gasping for air. She hung suspended at the edge of her peak while her heart thundered in her chest, her pulse roared in her ears.

His lips brushed over hers once more, a whisper of harsh breaths and moans. "Go ahead, crest for me, my beauty," she heard his voice, gravelly with lust. "Once you do, you'll be bound to me forever. Mine for eternity."

The shock of it backed her away from the edge. She knew he spoke the truth. If the potion didn't bind her to him, he'd likely use a different magic to bend her to his will. She tried to fight the sensations as his cock kept driving into her, tried to will the immensely pleasurable feelings away.

Then he pinched her nipple, lightly at first, then harder. His other hand travelled down her body, slid between their bodies to her heated core. And his finger found her clit, stimulated it with amazing skill. He was a master at bringing a woman to pleasure, she soon realized. And felt her body rushing right back to the edge of release.

She dug her nails into his back as each stroke of his cock came quicker, rougher, more precise. He grew harder, thicker as his own pleasure began to spike, stretching her further and further. And making her that much more sensitive to every perfectly angled stroke.

Frantic with need, weak with passion, she surrendered. Greedily drank in the pleasure of every thrust. Her body drew tight as a bowstring, arching, freezing in place. His finger left her clit, but it no longer mattered. His weight came crashing down on her as pleasure overtook him, as he lost control.

And he thrust inside of her with barely controlled savagery.

Illiana clung to his broad shoulders as he made her shudder, made her scream. As her tunnel clenched and convulsed around his thick girth. And she knew she was lost. Her pleasure spiked, and she was catapulted over the edge, releasing in long, undulating waves that finally burst into an earth-shattering intensity that rocked her world.

She was still soaring when he drove inside of her one last time and, with a long, guttural moan, found his own release. His powerful flanks pressed hard against her bucking body, grinding against her clit. Sharp sparks shot from the oversensitive bud, caused her tunnel to clench down on his shaft, squeezing, milking his cock of every last drop of seed.

She almost howled with the overwhelming sensations as his thick length jerked inside of her with powerful spasms, as spurt after spurt rushed through the throbbing ridge and splashed against her womb. She was still trembling with little aftershocks of pleasure when the contractions of his cock finally stilled.

Lungs heaving, both of them simply lay there for a while, until their breathing returned to normal, their heartrates slowed down. Her body jerked one final time when he pulled out, rolled away from her.

A moment later, he rose, and left the room.

Illiana floated back to earth to discover that she was getting drowsy. Way drowsier than what was normal for the afterglow of a tremendous release. As her eyelids fell closed, she blew out a resigned sigh. And let the magic take her under.

When she came back to, it was fully dark outside, the room illuminated by torches. Blinking, she took a look around. A moment later, her eyes flew open, and she jumped to her feet. Her hands gripped the bars of the cage she was in, rattled them.

The scream that tore from her throat was one of pure fury.

Chuckling in that deep, rumbling way of his, Bradan stepped into the room. "Do not fear, my beauty. You'll soon get used to your new home." Crossing his arms over his chest, he moved closer. "If it is any consolation, I've never had a pet as beautiful as you. And, rest assured, I saw to it that you'll retain this rather stunningly attractive form for as long as you're mine. I don't find the old crow anywhere near as appealing."

Burning with rage, she beat her fists against the cage bars, spat curses at him. When he only laughed, she stopped, refusing to further entertain him.

"Tell me, witch. What do you get when a novice tries to fool a warlock on the first day of April?"

Illiana merely glared at him, refusing to rise to the bait.

Shrugging, he turned, waved a hand over his shoulder. "The answer is: A witch deceived."

As Bradan walked away, a single black feather drifted down from above. He held out his hand, caught it. Then curled his fingers into a fist. When he opened them once more, the feather had vanished.

The raven was no more.