Unblessed Witch (Phases of the Moon #4)

19. Aleksander

19

ALEKSANDER

Beautiful . There was absolutely no other word for the showcase of pure magic that Deva brought down on Astaroth, a punishment absolutely fitting for the crimes he committed. Her words, filled heavily with threat, were immediately followed by action.

Phantom winds picked up, going from a stillness that felt almost stale to a chaotic storm that shook the bodies attached to the ceiling so hard that they almost fell. Our defenses around the children were solid, but I placed my hand on the wall to stabilize myself, knowing that this was only a fraction of what was about to take place.

I saw the fear fill Astaroth’s face as Deva’s skin shimmered with runes and the corners of the room warped with shadows, seeming to alter the reality of the space itself. The bastard was already living on borrowed time. The power he did have was not his own, ripped from others’ souls—leaving him poisoned and sick at his core.

“Ayla—” Her old name barely left his mouth when he was hit with a blast of magic whose magnitude I had never seen rivaled.

The beam of magic was purely Deva—not separated into lunar, shadow, or blood—but so much more than that. Like an opalescent stone, it flashed like a rainbow across my gaze before destroying the wall behind Astaroth, blasting it to pieces as the ceiling began to crumble. Deva didn’t let up, and while Astaroth managed to hold it at bay, we watched as he broke down onto his knees, the floor around and behind him crumbling.

Awe filled me as I found myself looking at a version of Deva that could only be described as godlike. Her hair was marked with silver, and when she stepped toward Astaroth, the ground trembled, the world around her bending to her want and need.

My zaya was pinpoint focused on Astaroth as the blast came to a stop and she strode to where Astaroth knelt on the ground. His skin burned and peeled off as he let out a manic, strained laugh. Deva didn’t bother with words, instead putting her hand out and hitting him with another blast of pure magic.

This one engulfed him completely, converging on him like a hungry beast, bringing an agonizing, almost inhuman scream from his lips. One that I relished in, Deva’s smile growing at the way his body began to split apart at the seams, bone and muscle exposed as blood soaked the pieces of floor left underneath him.

“You will—never—” Astaroth let out a gurgle of what sounded like blood before trying to laugh. “You will never fucking kill me.”

Deva’s sneer was filled with malice as she placed a singular finger against his forehead and looked him right in the eye. “As always, Astaroth, you’re wrong.”

Every single part of the room, reality itself, seemed to shift toward Deva in a perfect moment of anticipation before she blasted a hole right through the center of his forehead. Astaroth’s body instantly gave way under the beam of power.

What started as a wound the diameter of her finger quickly expanded into so much more, the raw energy radiating off of Deva causing me to sway on my feet. My hearing filled with static and my vision blurry, Deva’s figure seemed to flicker in and out of reality, warping like a mirror.

The monster disintegrated before our eyes, leaving nothing left of the bastard that had tortured our woman for so damn long. Holy shit.

In the flash of a second, it was over. Deva’s magic collapsed over her, and the sound of her breath whooshing out of her had me surging across the room. I grasped her in my arms as I found her parting her hands to reveal a singular orb that was a putrid green in color.

Offering me a content smile, I watched as she crushed it between her hands, the power instantly melting against her fingers before dissolving into the air and returning to the realm. Astaroth’s magic. That was what she had just destroyed, along with his physical body. I could feel the poison leave his power as it returned to its natural state. There was absolutely nothing left of the bastard except memories, which was exactly what Deva wanted. What we all wanted.

Before I could turn to the others, Deva let out another sigh as her magic wrapped around us and we blinked out of existence .

I couldn’t tell you where the hell we were as the space around us darkened and slowed. We’d obviously portalled…or something to that effect. It took a long moment of getting my bearings before I was able to send out a luminescent lunar orb to light up the space, but what I found was absolutely no help.

There was nothing, just darkness.

“ Zaya ,” I said softly, looking down at her expressionless unconscious face. “I need you to wake up.” Because no matter where the hell we were, her health came first and foremost.

Deva’s soft breathing caught as her eyes opened, and with that the space transformed. I watched in surprise as the world around us was painted in lavender hues, a bright moon filled shining down on the grass and trimmed landscaping. A warmly lit house stood proudly in the distance, and I straightened up, keeping Deva tucked against me.

When I let my own magic out—or tried to—it was blocked, making me realize I had very little control here, if any.

“Where are we?” I asked her. She looked around curiously before letting her eyes close in sleep once more, but this time the world stayed in place.

It was clear Deva was exhausted, so instead of trying to wake her up, I carried her inside of the house. The space was elegant and expensive looking, warm crackling fireplaces everywhere throughout the gothic estate.

As I trailed up the stairs, I found a large bedroom to the left and didn’t hesitate to lay her down in it. The room smelled as if it had been freshly washed, the windows open and letting in a light breeze. Deva relaxed into the bed, and I kicked off my shoes to join her. When I stretched out, planning to wait until she woke up, I found my own eyes growing heavy…

“Alek.” Deva’s soft voice pulled my attention. My eyes snapped open. We were in the same room as before, but this time Deva was fully awake and laid out on my chest. Letting out a satisfied hum at her closeness, I rolled us to the side and tucked her against me, breathing in her perfect scent.

“We did it,” she whispered, her voice laced with excitement.

“ You did it, zaya. You absolutely did it.”

“What happened after?” Then, before I could answer, “Why are we here? I mean, we didn’t…we didn’t die, right?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I mused. “Although if I had to pick a death, this wouldn’t be a horrible one.” Deva smiled softly before I continued, “I think we’re in a shadowscape of some kind, I’m just not sure what’s going on outside of this.”

Frowning, Deva shook her head. “My magic won’t budge. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism of some kind…we could be stuck in here for a bit.”

Rolling her so that she was trapped under me, I captured her jaw gently and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Like I said—not the worst thing in the world. Especially since I know you need the rest.”

“I actually feel really good,” she said, smoothing her hands up my back. She was completely absent of injury, almost as if the battle with Astaroth had never happened. “I just can’t believe it’s over. It’s truly over.”

“And now everything we want can start,” I agreed, dipping my head and ghosting my lips over her jawline. Deva tried to repress a shiver and failed as her hands tightened on me. Since we had time and nothing to distract us, I didn’t hesitate to brush my lips over her skin, wanting to taste her. The small squirm underneath me nearly had me groaning, my cock already hard enough that it was uncomfortable.

“Alek—”

“I want to finally worship you,” I admitted, “and kiss every part of you. We don’t have to do anything else, but I want my lips and mouth on every single part of you, zaya .” When I pulled back, I immediately saw how much my words affected her. Deva’s pupils were large, her cheeks flushed. I was so damn pleased when she nodded, immediately surrendering to my touch. Sitting back and lifting her from the bed, I placed her feet on the ground between my legs.

“I want to see every part of you,” I said roughly, tilting her chin up and pressing a kiss to her soft lips. Running my fingers over her top, I easily slid the bottom up and pulled it over her, groaning at the image of her breasts pressed against the cups of her bra.

Tugging her forward with one hand, I pulled down the material and teased her nipple, causing her to jolt slightly. Her skin tasted so sweet, and when I teased the other, I felt her nails bite into my shoulders.

“Patience,” I warned her before unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down over her ass. Turning her sharply, I knelt down behind her. She leaned over the bed as I slid her pants down her legs, pulling them off along with her shoes—leaving her in only a pair of black panties that covered her spectacular ass.

Smoothing my fingers over her soft skin, I stood and kissed her soft neck, bending her further over. She arched, letting out a little whimper that had my cock pulsing. Fuck, this woman was going to be my ruin.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I said on a groan as I slid her panties off and let them fall to the floor. My fingers slid between her legs and ran over her slit. “And so fucking wet.”

Pushing two fingers into her, her legs instantly parted as she arched her ass back further against me. I groaned at the sensation of her squeezing around me, and before I could stop it, my other hand came across her ass in a slap. A small surprised noise left her as she gripped the bedsheets, but she didn’t move from the position.

Knowing I couldn’t keep her in frustrated suspense, I knelt down behind her and ran my tongue along her liquid heat, her sweet taste alone causing me to feel almost euphoric. Holy fuck.

“Alek,” she whimpered as I gripped her hips and held tight to them, stiffening my tongue and pushing it inside of her. When I brought my thumb to her clit, I began a perfect fucking game of teasing her. I couldn’t even find myself to be regretful because as I teased her with my tongue and fingers, she grew more and more wet and practically tried to throw herself out of my arms, trembling so bad with the need to come.

“Alek, please!” Deva moaned.

“I don’t want to stop tasting you,” I lamented. “If you come, then I may need to stop.”

“Please don’t stop anything,” she begged. “I need you, Alek. Inside of me.”

My head snapped up to find her looking back at me, the raw need there causing me to stand and meet her kiss. When I felt her desperation, matching my own, I let out a small groan. “I don’t want to push you.”

“I. Need. You.”

I gave in under her words, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down to release my hard cock. When she spread her legs even wider for me, I let out a string of curses in Russian.

As I slid my tip against her slit and she nearly bucked against me, I didn’t doubt or hesitate. Slamming into her, Deva cried out my name and I nearly came at the vise grip that she wrapped me in. A low, guttural sound left my throat as my hand gripped her hair and she turned her head to meet my kiss.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling back slightly and pushing back in. “You are so fucking perfect. Look at you taking every single inch of me, zaya .”

Deva’s pussy tightened around me as she trembled slightly, gripping the bed. I didn’t give her a chance to respond before testing out just how much of me she could take and how fast.

Gripping the bed on either side of her, I began to pump in and out of her in fast, hard movements. The sound of the bed moving paired with her moans had me instantly on edge, the sound of flesh slapping together causing me to tense. I was going to come if I didn’t slow down, but the woman was a damn siren, and I couldn’t help but want to be buried deep inside of her, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from both of us.

“On the bed,” I growled, and she instantly crawled forward. I only let her get so far before tugging her flat onto her stomach and crawling over her. Pushing her legs together, I pushed my cock between her legs in a deep, hard punch. The surprised whimper that left her throat was intertwined with pleasure, and I nearly climaxed from the sensation of being squeezed by her in this position.

I couldn’t deny it felt good to be over Deva like this, to be dominating her as she took my cock so fucking well. I didn’t even deny the urge to wrap my hand tighter in her hair as she climaxed hard around my cock, her liquid heat rushing around me. Fuck.

“Holy shit,” Deva whimpered. “Alek, I want to feel you come.”

“Where?” I demanded in a hard tone. “Where do you want my cum, zaya ?” Because I knew where the fuck I wanted it. I wanted it buried inside of her. I wanted it dripping out of her. I wanted to paint her insides with it.

That thought had me moving faster and faster, before I pulled out and rolled her over. I entered her in a swift movement, bringing her knees up so they were pressed against her chest.

“Where?” I demanded once again, her face flushed and her eyes hazy as if she was high on fucking pleasure.

“Inside of me,” she whimpered, arching up as I used my thumb to circle her clit and slowed my pace.

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked softly.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. And that was all the permission I needed. Picking up my pace once more, I impaled her with my length, watching how I disappeared in and out of her in hard deep, fast strokes. My cock was coated in her cum, and when she trembled around me, trying to tighten so I couldn’t leave her fucking perfect heat, I only went harder.

“You’re greedy,” I growled, leaning down to tease her lips with my teeth. “I can feel you trying to keep me inside of you.”

Deva nodded, a moan of my name leaving her lips. That was my absolute undoing. Slamming into her one last time, I groaned out her name, burying my head against her neck as my cock spilled inside of her. My cum filled her completely, so much so I could feel it leaking back out. Deva’s nails tightened against my shoulders, and I could feel her shudder around me as she climaxed once more, her body melting into the bed.

Bending my head, I brushed my lips over hers. “I love you, zaya .”

Deva’s smile was filled with pure satisfaction as she whispered, “I love you, too.”

Her eyes were heavy as she slid her hands over my chest and arched her hips up, letting my cock sink back into her. I was still hard despite just having come harder than I could remember. Groaning, I held myself there for a long second, loving the sensation before pulling out.

Pausing, I stared down at the mess of her pussy, covered in cum. My cock flexed, and a growl left my throat at the idea of leaving her.

Pushing back inside of her, Deva let out a soft moan. “Have to pull out of you,” I growled, not really wanting to—it was the last thing I wanted right now.

“Please don’t,” she whispered, despite her eyes being closed. Bringing my thumb to her clit, I rolled it, holding myself inside of her and pumping slowly. The idea of having as much of my cum inside of her as possible was so damn appealing that I found I wanted to fill her up again—and maybe even again after. Her permission to do so only made it that much better.

As she whimpered my name, I felt a small climax roll over her as I lodged myself deep inside of her, letting my seed flood her. Fuck. There was absolutely nothing that could replace how amazing that felt.

Pulling out slowly, I lifted her to the head of the bed and placed her down on a pillow before joining her under the blankets. My fingers slid across her hips as she arched back, my cock pressing right against her entrance. Letting out a pained, guttural sound, I slid back home, and Deva relaxed completely.

I wasn’t sure I could sleep like this, but there was no way I could leave her.

Yet somehow I fucking did, the assurance that I was stopping some of my cun from leaving her allowing me to drift off. I had no idea how long I laid asleep, but I woke to the feeling of Deva’s cunt squeezing around me. My eyes snapped open as I found her spread out on top of me, her legs on either side of my hips as she rolled her hips back, allowing me to sink further into her.

“ Zaya ,” I growled as she whimpered and pressed back fully, taking me all the way as she sat up with sleepy eyes, stabilizing herself on my chest.

“Shit,” she whimpered. “You feel so good, Alek.”

“Work that pussy around my cock,” I ordered as she began to pump her hips, bouncing up and down on me until I could feel her liquid heat sliding down my cock.

I tugged her forward and began to pump up into her hard enough that she was crying out my name—climaxing hard. This time when I filled her, I kept her right on my cock where she belonged before giving fully into sleep.