Good Eve: The Nymph Witch Chronicles [MF][Oral, Virgin] (Erotic Romance/Magic Realism)

From the Goodeve sisters, witches of Charleston, Marcus Stone is an enchanter and practices dark magic. Be warned.

When he’s nice…

My name is Ava Goodeve. The first time I met Marcus, butterflies appeared and fluttered around me as I the ability to manifest things based on my emotions. Charmed, he asked me out.

My date with Marcus was a pleasant evening of wine, dinner, and laughs over childhood stories. Afterwards, we moved to a screened-in back porch sun room. Marcus had popped open a second bottle of wine an hour ago and poured the last of it in my glass. Fireflies began to glow in his backyard. Their faint little orbs of yellow light floated above the grass.

“Are you doing that?” he asked, pointing their way.

“Naw. That’s just mother nature at work.”

“What if I kiss you? What happens then?”

“It depends on how good you kiss.”

He leaned halfway to a kiss and I leaned in to meet his lips pursed like Cupid. My skull began to tingle. I felt all warm and gooey inside. He drew back and I opened my eyes to see a single red rose petal drift down between us.

“Beautiful,” he said in a lulling deep voice.

He kissed me again, more insistent. His hair grazed my cheek as I gave in to him, moving closer against his chest. He pressed into me and I felt delirious falling back into the couch, enveloped in the smell of his faded cologne as his body covered mine. His hand skimmed my thigh as it slowly moved up my dress and I didn’t stop him. It’s been a long time since a man has touched my skin. His body had wedged between me and the couch, and he moved his knee over mine as to claim my body as his. The straps of my dress fell from my shoulder as I wriggled to get comfortable. He looked me in the eye as he unbuttoned my dress’ bodice.

“I’ve been dying to see your tits,” he said.

I giggled as I watched his fingers popped open the last button, laying bare my breasts. His breath was hot on my skin. His stubble scraped my skin as he bent down to kiss my hard pink bud nipple which he sampled with a delicate tongue. My breath began to quicken as I gazed upon his angelic face, so content in sucking on my flesh. My clit twitched and I rubbed my knees together. My fingers wound into his silky hair. Freshly shampooed, it smelled like flowers in the rain. I threw my head back against the pillow, blissful under the sensations shooting from my nipple to ignite my body. I felt the slightest touch on my nose and opened my eyes to see red rose petals on my face and tits. Red rose petals were falling from the ceiling, drifting down over our bodies on the couch. Marcus grinned as reached up to gently brush petals off my face.

“Sorry,” I said, as petals continued to drift down.

“I guess you like the way I kiss.” he murmured.

He crawled up to kiss me, petals falling off of him as he did. The scent of roses was intoxicating and his velvety tongue pressed into my mouth. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I rubbed the length of it, squeezing his hard dick to make him groan. Oh yeah, Mister, it’s on. I reached to unbutton his pants. My nipples rubbed against his shirt. He moved my fumbling hand aside to quickly unbutton his jeans and shrug them off. A few rose petals still fluttered around us as he sat back upon his knees and reached under my dress to grab the sides of my panties. I lifted my hips for them to slide off easier which made him smile. He looked at my pussy with a look of drowsy eyed lust, as if it were some intoxicating thing he desires very much. He tossed the panties aside, running his hand over my thighs until his thumb pressed upon my pussy lips as he masturbated himself fully hard.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Do it. Fuck me.”

He moved over me and slid it in, pushing, inching it in until it was snugly in. My knees locked onto his waist as he began to pump inside me. My hands were all in his hair, my eyes open locked onto his bright Caribbean blue eyes until I closed them to enjoy the sensations of skin rubbing against flushed skin. I felt like we were floating in a sphere of love, so much so that Marcus’ voice barely penetrated it.

“Hey, babe? We’re floating.”

I lolled my head to the side to see us levitating above the couch, my hair barely grazing the cushions. This has never happened before and my awareness caused us land on the couch with a thud, scattering red petals off the couch. We looked at each other and laughed.

When he’s bad…

My name is Melody Goodeve. My time with Marcus was not so nice.

He had lured me from my house, bewitched my virgin ass. I felt giddy in love as he took me by the hand and we ran out the backdoor of his family’s country estate under the light of a waning full moon. We ran across the lawn to a pool lit with underwater lights. He let go of my hand to unbutton his shirt.

“It’s still so damn hot. Come on, let’s go skinny dipping.”

My jeans and t-shirt felt so constrictive, so I followed his lead and stripped off my clothes. His body was magnificent, a hard body of defined muscles with a nice looking dick hanging between his legs. He dove into the pool. I dove after him, into the bright turquoise water. We broke the water’s surface together and he pulled me close to him, swirling me in the water as he treaded water. I wound my arms around his neck and we kissed passionately as our naked bodies bobbed in the cool rippling water.

He said, “Your taste, your smell, I can’t get enough of you.”

My legs wrapped around his waist and I clung to him as he began to walk into the shallow end and out the pool. He set me down on the ground and handed me a towel which I wrapped around my nakedness. He wrapped his around his waist and took my hand.

“Come on. I want to show you the waterfalls.”

He took my hand and led me across the moonlit grass to the back acreage, past a gazebo, towards a dark line of trees and the sound of a splashing waterfall somewhere in the darkness. He led me to a place of manicured hedges where the chirps of crickets and night birds filled the air. We entered a maze of hedges, where we wound our way corner after corner. But instead of ending up near waterfalls, we stopped at a dead end where a huddled stone gargoyle loomed high above on a tall stone column at the head of a great stone slab. He spun me around to give me an open mouth kiss, his tongue pressing onto mine, coercing me submit to the pleasure of it all. His hand unbound my towel. It fell to my feet. My arms wound around his neck as we kissed as he lowered me backwards onto slab. Cold shot through my backside like electric currents as I laid upon the icy slab. He stood before, whipping off his towel to reveal his cock, now swollen and hard. He climbed atop of me, positioning his head over my pussy.

“You taste so good,” he said before his tongue dug into my pussy lips.

My dick and balls loomed over my face and I lustily guided his hard hanging penis into my mouth. I licked and sucked, as he sucked my clit. His dick thrusted down into my throat which he withdrew whenever I gagged. I’ve never blown a man, have never done 69 before, but this felt natural, trying to please him while being distracted by my own pleasure building into an orgasm. He suddenly withdrew from me and I was exposed to the moon light once more. I felt his hand wind in my hair, urging me to sit up. I did. He slapped his dick on my cheek before I opened my mouth.

“Good girl,” he said, putting it in.

It slid in and out, over my tongue while his fingers held my head in place. His body was a shadow against the big moon behind him. The sound of waterfalls ebbed away. The chirps of night creatures went silent. He began to mutter something in a language I’d never heard before, as he thrusted deeper into my throat.

A creepy feeling swept over me that we were no longer alone. We were being watched.

My hands pushed at his thighs but he stayed in my mouth, chanting in some foreign language. I pushed hard, moving my head from side to side until he quickly withdrew. My hair was still tightly grasped in his grip and he jerked it back. I looked up the stars, mouth opened as he jerked off over my face. Ropes of cum spurted into my mouth. I turned to spit it out but he clamped my mouth shut with his hand. He yanked me up by the hair to my feet.

“Spit it on the slab.”

I did, fighting the urge to vomit. With his hand still in my hair, he forced me palms down onto the slab and jerked my head up. My eyes widened in horror as I was face to face with the stone gargoyle no longer on its perch. I screamed and screamed at the black nothingness of its eyes. Its stone talons grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the slab. My wrists scraped against his stony grip as I tried to twist free. My legs were pulled which stretched my body flat, forcing me to lie face down onto the slab as I kicked.

“Shhhh, little doe,” he said in my ear before moving away to continue his incantation.

I quit kicking. Tears streamed down my face. I whimpered as I looked over my shoulder and caught sight of the glint of the curved knife raised high in the moonlight.

“No. No, please. Nooo!”

I screamed as he slashed me, slicing my skin across my ribs. He turned me onto my side, bleeding side down, where I bled into the warm cum smeared on the slab. He licked the knife, looking down at his sobbing offering as cum and blood mixed on the sacrificial stone.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/415srd/good_eve_the_nymph_witch_chronicles_mforal_virgin