32. Its Not My Sex Cave

32

IT'S NOT MY SEX CAVE

PACARI

" I feel angry," I admit. "Every second that passed, I wanted to strangle Kalixto and drag you back to safety."

"But look! Now it's safe!" Teresa cheers, dancing in place in the middle of my garden. "Just took a woman's touch—literally."

"She could have eaten you alive," I grumble.

"But she didn't. And now we're safe, the big scary monsters stopped fighting each other, and you don't have to worry about her ever trying to take advantage of you again."

"That is an added bonus," I agree.

After calming the witch down, Teresa asked me to leave. I waited in agony from a short distance as the two talked things out, terrified that the Lantern Witch was looking for any excuse to lash out as she does with me. When Teresa called me back over, she explained that the Lantern Witch would no longer demand such high amounts of magic from me, that she would keep the garden operational even if payments came in inconsistently—though I still would need to bring in magic from time to time.

The woman is actually magic herself. There's no other way she could have reduced the terms and saved the day like this.

"But do you know the biggest bonus of all?" she asks, swimming closer. "She told me I get to keep this."

Her fingers lay across the nautilus shell necklace across her chest. "It's mine now. Just like you."

I flush as she presses her body to mine. Through the entirety of her words, I could feel the growing desire. My sifon is fully out for her to ride before she can even think of it. But she teases me, knowing innately how much I want to be inside her. She grinds her cunt along the shaft, beaming back at me.

"I have so much I want to do with you," she says. "So many things for us to try."

I groan at the prospect, at the flashes of clear desires—a hundred erotic scenes play before me.

"What do you like, Pacari?" she asks. "What are your deepest fantasies? What are the things you've never gotten to do because you were too busy pleasing other? "

I'm at a loss for words. There are so many things I want to do with her, too. My mind is stuck on her earlier pegging comment.

She lets out a gasp. "You would?"

I pull her mouth to mine. "Would."

She grinds harder alone my shaft.

"As soon as we get back to the surface, I'm pegging the fuck out of you," she promises. "Might have to stop by a sex shop or something first, but—"

"You don't need to," I tell her. "I have toys."

She stops grinding against me.

"What?"

"I… have sex toys," I repeat.

"Like… here? Or?" she asks.

"Yes, some here. Some in the cave, too."

"In your sex cave that totally isn't a sex cave."

"Yes," I tell her.

"You're not protesting that it's your sex cave anymore," she comments.

"Well, it's not my sex cave. It's our sex cave," I tell her. "Only for you and I to have sex in. No one else."

"I can't believe you're propositioning me with a sex cave," she laughs.

"Mmm," I hum, sliding my sifon across her cunt one last time before altering the position so I can thrust up inside her. "You propositioned me first."

"And I'll do it again!" she announces .

"Good, because I'm going to fuck you, now, Teresa," I warn her.

"Yeehaw!" she squeals, her breath shuddering as I enter.

"If you want to do cowboy role-play, I will dig out the hat," I tell her.

"Sto-hop," she whines.

As soon as I slow my pace, she smacks my chest. "Don't you dare. You know what I meant."

I laugh and pull her face to mine as I thrust inside her again and again. Having her here like this, with the threat of the Lantern Witch no longer hanging over my head, with the rest of our lives in front of us, fills me with so much pleasure I could burst.

When she comes apart on top of me, my sifon sucks up her magic. My changan spurs her on, never letting up on her clit. Nothing else matters but her pleasure. Our pleasure.