What A Witch Claims

Chapter 8

Later at Ticia's aerie

On his back in bed, Ferdie felt soft lips on his neck, breathed in the fragrance of bergamot. Teeth closed on his earlobe, and he felt a tiny nip.

Nice, so nice. The growl that escaped him sounded more like a purr. This was the best dream he'd ever had.

"Wake up, Ferdie," Dream Ticia whispered against his ear then licked the rim.

Nope, he didn't want to wake up. Her warm, soft, naked body was pressed against his side, her breasts rubbing against his ribs.

Naked body? Rubbing? His dreams had never felt so real before.

His eyes flew open just as Ticia pulled back the sheet that had covered them and straddled him. He groaned. His semi-erect cock stirred and hardened to titanium intensity.

Ticia smoothed her hands over his chest. "No cold swims in the river for you this time." She shimmied until his erection was cradled between her wet folds.

"Herne's horns, you feel so good against me." He caressed her thigh. "What do you want, luv? Shall we make love?"

"Oh, yes—" She bent down and kissed one of his nipples. "My loving, oh-so-patient mate whom I love and adore more with each second I spend with you."

As she wiggled again, he moaned, and his cock jerked against her. The idea that she was finally ready to complete the mating filled his heart with joy. But— "Sweetheart, are you sure? I mean, I want you with every breath I take, but I can't promise not to be, um, over-energetic and possibly scare you. My beast wants you very much and hasn't had sexual action with a woman in almost one hundred fifty years. Also—"

Ticia giggled and bounced slightly. The movement almost had him spending his seed right then and there. He gritted his teeth and brought his erection back under his control.

"The beast? Is that what you call your penis?"

He nodded and almost inhaled his tongue as she slid down his thighs igniting every nerve ending along the way. When she took his shaft in her hands, he groaned and jerked his hips upward.

"Your beast is very impressive."

"My beast is more than my cock. It's also my inner troll." He needed to warn her what would happen once he was inside her sweet warm body. He'd scared more than a few sexual partners in his time who weren't aware of troll anatomy.

"I love you. I very much want to be your mate … in all ways. I can handle whatever you give me because I trust you to keep me safe in your arms." She released his cock, moved back up his body—which was just as enjoyable as when she'd slid down—then she kissed his lips. "I realized today that each day is a precious gift. That I, we, should live our lives to the fullest." Tears welled in her eyes and her voice broke. "I could've lost you today."

He felt her pain deep in his soul. "Luv," he caressed her face, "you didn't lose me. You'll never lose me, because I'm not going to leave this world now that I've found you. When it's your time to join your parents in the Otherworld, many, many years in the future, I will follow you just as my father followed my mother. I plan to spend eternity with you."

"Complete the bonding, Ferdie. Make love to me, please," she whispered against his lips. " Mo leannan ."

His heart pounded at the use of the Scottish endearment for my lover . "I will, but I can't promise to be a gentle lover. I'd try for you. But the animal side of my nature, the side that sees and senses its mate is very hungry after so many long years of waiting. I'm not sure I'll be able to stop after my first completion."

In fact, he was so aroused he thought he might not be able to stop for days.

"My sweet troll," she nuzzled his neck and inhaled, "I know. See what I am thinking … feeling. I want you just as much."

He closed his eyes. The images she shared with him depicted them making love several times and neither of them holding back. Well, then. If the reality was as good as her imagination, he would be a very happy troll and she'd be a fully satiated witch.

"Well, mo leannan ? Do you want to start, or shall I finish my exploration of your body with my lips and tongue first?" she teased. "I started at the top and hadn't even gotten past the neck." She pouted and wiggled her hips. "The best part was way down here."

He growled. Holding her to him, he flipped them over. Bracing himself on his forearms, he blanketed her body with his. "My little temptress, here are the rules—"

"Rules?" she arched a brow. "I didn't know there were any between mates."

He leaned down and took the puckered tip of one of a plump breast in his mouth and suckled until she moaned. When he nipped lightly, her little shriek was followed by another moan. Perfect . "There are only two rules. First, you tell me if there is anything I do you don't like."

"Sweet troll, you'll be in my mind … you'll know."

"Maybe, maybe not. Not if I am in full-on lust. So, tell me. I will hear you." He kissed and suckled the other nipple hard. "The second rule is enjoy yourself. Scream, scratch, bite, and tell me what you want and need. I'll do my best to hold up my end. Okay?"

Ticia pulled his face toward her then leaned up and kissed his chin. "Okay. Oh, I promise when it's my turn to explore your body, I'll be thorough." She hummed. "I think it might take hours since there is so much of you to investigate." She rotated her hips against his very aroused beast.

That did it. He'd warned her it could get rough.

He moved down her body, kissing, suckling, and nipping skin until he reached the most beautiful pussy he'd ever seen. She had golden-red curls, groomed into the most perfect triangle with the tip pointing to her shaved pussy which was already glistening with her arousal. He nuzzled her curls before licking his way around her opening. When he reached her clit, he threw off the reins on his control and feasted.

Her moans and gasps egged him on. When he inserted one of his fingers inside her heat, she arched up and said "Yes-s-s-s" and "More."

He gave her more, adding yet another finger. As he suckled her clit, he finger-fucked her pussy. The need to bring her to a shrieking completion was all-consuming.

When she grabbed his head and held him to her, he redoubled his efforts until she screamed his name, and her hips thrust to meet his fingers and tongue. He loved that his pretty witch held nothing back during her climax as she alternately cursed and blessed him and every deity in the Celtic pantheon.

As she fell from the heights of her pleasure, he rubbed his face over her mound then slowly worked his way up her body, kissing and licking her dewy skin. She smelled and tasted so good. His dick was harder than it ever had been. But he was— Not. Done. Yet.

When he reached her breasts, he made gentle love to them, alternating from one luscious mound to the other until her skin was rosy, and her nipples were tight, dark-rose buds.

Ticia arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. " Mo leannan , take me. I need you so much. Please. I'm aching for you."

"Oh, I will, but—" He lifted his head. "I'm just getting started, luv."

"Please?"

"Soon." Bracing on one forearm, he looked into her pleasure-dazed eyes as she still shivered from the orgasm he'd given her. Pleasuring her was simply too wonderful. "Maybe not all that soon."

And it wasn't.

After several more orgasms, she lay boneless under him. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, "Are you good, luv?"

"Goddess, help me. I think so."

He chuckled, then kissed her ear. "Are you ready to take me now?"

She turned into him and kissed his ear, then bit the lobe. He felt the nip all the way to his very aching cock. "Take me, my mate. I can handle you."

He sure hoped so.

*

Ticia watched Ferdie's face as he knelt up and then straddled her hips. He looked so serious and worried. Then she eyed his long and thick erection which was heavily veined and dark red from the foreplay. She swallowed hard as she eyed the very large plum-colored cock head, glistening with pre-cum. Would that even fit?

"I'll ease in, luv." He pulled her legs up and around his lean hips and gave her hip a comforting rub. "We'll fit."

She heard the "eventually" in her head.

He placed the head of his cock against her opening and nudged inside just a smidge.

"Ooh." She wiggled to find a comfortable position.

"Stop, luv." He clenched his jaw. "Don't move. I'm hanging on here by a thread."

"Okay." She stilled and took a deep breath. Oh, that helped.

"That's my sweet witch. Take nice deep breaths and relax." He murmured. "I'll go slow. Let you get used to my size."

She wasn't sure that was possible.

Ferdie chuckled. "It is. Once inside, I'll be there for quite a while."

Oh. Ohh. The images in his mind centered on the shared mating orgasm and his cock locking inside her. She was shocked, yet intrigued. Will it hurt?

Not if I do it right. His mental laughter would've made her smile if she hadn't been so tired.

You'll be able to tap into my energy once we're fully bonded. Ready?

I've been ready, mate. She couldn't help the sarcastic tone.

Ferdie chuckled as he held her hips steady and rocked his hips, easing his cock inside her a little bit at a time.

"Oh, blessed Goddess." She was so full and every nerve ending in her tight channel began to light up. "I'm going to come." Again.

"Yes, luv," he swept his thumb over her clit, "come for me." Ferdie held her hips to his and pushed his cock fully inside until it touched her cervix.

She screamed as she came.

"That's it, my sweet mate. Take me. Be mine."

Inside her, her sex god of a troll's cock swelled even larger. He threw his head back and roared as he came.

The hot pulsing inside her matched the energy swirling through him and sent her over yet again. Wave after wave of immeasurable pleasure flowed from her to him and back as the last bond between them became solid. Unbreakable.

Their spirits now inextricably joined left their bodies and soared into a vast universe populated with stars, planets, and infinite spiritual energy, both like and unlike theirs. In his arms, their bodies joined, Ticia felt safe, loved, and euphoric.

As Ferdie's climax began spiraling down so did Ticia's. The pleasure now came in small pulses rather than explosions.

"Mmm, so good, so good." She dug her fingers into his buttocks as she experienced yet another after-spasm.

"Herne's randy cock, luv. Now, you've done it."

Ferdie's cock locked into her vaginal channel began pulsing streams of hot semen against her cervix once more as he shouted and grunted through another orgasm.

Ticia rubbed his back as his climax abated.

When she attempted to pull her hips away from his, the movement caused her to shiver and moan through a mini-climax.

"Luv," he muttered as he cuddled her against him. "Remember? We're locked together."

"What'll we do?"

"Make the best of it?" He lowered her hips to the bed and then leaned over her, braced on one arm, he held her steady and began to gently rock his hips as he kissed her breasts and nibbled on her neck.

For what had to be another hour, they experienced one orgasm after another. The slightest move or breathing on a sensitive body part seemed to trigger them.

Finally, she couldn't handle any more pleasure. "Stop, Ferdie." Her voice was strained from all the screaming she'd done. "I'm hungry, thirsty, sweaty, and need to sleep."

"Me, too." Ferdie muttered against her ear. "I'm going to try to pull out."

"Okay." She caressed his damp hair. "Good luck."

He pulled and, thank the Goddess, his cock slid out of her body. She winced and then all she felt was emptiness and a sense of loss. How could she want him inside her again? She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Herne's hairy balls." He groaned. "I'm almost raw. Are you okay, luv? Did I hurt you when I pulled out?" He crawled to lie next to her and pulled her into his arms. "I'd heard when a troll mated with his Goddess-blessed mate that it was like that. The tales weren't lying."

"You didn't hurt me, mo leannan . I'm just exhausted." Ticia snuggled her head on his damp shoulder and ran her fingers over his ripped chest muscles. "Will that happen every time we make love?"

"I don't think so, but you're the only mate I've ever had." He yawned. "I know we won't always soar to the ends of the universe, that only happens when consummating the final bond. I've heard frequent sex staves off the need to lock inside a mate. Since we're in mating heat, the next few days should take care of the locking issue." He paused. "Ticia, even after the mating heat wears off, I'll want to make love to you a lot."

She shivered in anticipation, her blood heating at the mere thought.

No. No. Must get up. Get clean. Drink lots of water. Eat.

He chuckled. She raised her head and looked him. "Caught that did you?"

"Yeah. But I agree, we need a break." He kissed the tip of her nose.

Even that slightest touch had her core clenching around an aching emptiness that only his cock could fill.

She yawned. "I left out needing a nap." Touching the sheets, she wrinkled her nose. "A change of sheets would be good, too. These are wet."

"I'll say." Fee leapt onto the bed. "Eew." She lifted a paw and shook it. "I never thought you two would stop howling." The cat looked between the two of them. "We're mated now, right?"

Ticia looked at Ferdie and smiled. "Thoroughly."

Ferdie grinned broadly. "Yes, thoroughly."

"Good. Just a heads up, but you two aren't the only ones who are hungry." Fee held up a paw. "No opposable thumbs here. And there are only so many chipmunks I can stomach."

Ferdie laughed and glanced at Ticia. "I'll change the sheets. You rustle up some food for the three of us. After eating," he eyed Fee, "Ticia and I will be showering together and then getting some sleep. Does that meet with your approval?"

Fee shrugged. "Sure. Sleep fast, though. Mating heat will hit sooner than you might expect. At least that was my experience in a previous life."

"I hate to break it to you both," Ticia said. "But witches don't have mating heat."

"Trolls do, and since we've mate-bonded, so will you," he said.

"Oh Blessed Goddess, what have I gotten myself into?"

"Nookie nirvana?" Fee suggested. "Lucky you."

Four hours later, after food, shower, and sleep, she found out—five more orgasms. Four hours after that, six more orgasms. And oddly enough, she loved every moaning, sweaty, screaming second of each and every orgasm.

She was thinking of embroidering on a pillow: Once you've had a troll for a lover, you'll never go back.