Chapter Six

Manon

Poppy leads me back to her bedroom, and I follow carefully, watching the young witch.

“Did you see that?! I used my powers!”

she laughs, sounding excited as I close the bedroom door behind us. “And what were those slug things?”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I cross my legs and lean back on my palms. “Ephialtes worms. They will leave a sticky residue on their clothes and skin that will give those little witches the most horrific nightmares for weeks.”

“Evil.”

She grins as she seems to shift from foot to foot like she has all this excess energy and she’s still processing everything that just happened. “I like it.”

She used her power, and that's never happened before. Letting her bounce around the room for a few minutes, I simply watch and wait.

That Garon asshole was unnecessarily cruel with his words, and I say that as a demon. I hope she uses her newfound skills on him next. She kicks off her shoes and paces, clearly unaware that she’s covered in blood.

I wonder if she’s connected the dots between her magic and the blood yet. It was on her tongue for our kiss, the first seal breaking when it combined with my energy. The second seal was paid for with her virginity. This third time, her damaged palms allowed her to pull more power and blood from another witch, almost cannibalizing one of her own. That girl won’t survive unharmed. I’ll be very surprised if she’s able to use her magic anymore since Poppy seemed to absorb a good chunk of it before she cut the bond.

Fisting her hands in her hair, she turns to me, with her eyes wide. “I did magic, Manon. Like actual fucking magic.”

“I know, my creepy little crusader.”

She approaches the bed and climbs onto my lap. She’s smaller than me, making it feel like she was designed to slot in perfectly against me. Cupping my face, she leans in and brushes our noses together. “Did you see Cordelia’s face?”

“I did.”

Tilting her head back, she looks like she’s about to come. “It was like…flying. It felt amazing!”

“I’m sure it did.”

I place a gentle kiss on her collarbone, lapping at a smear of blood marring her skin as I push the straps of her dress down. Her hands weave their way into my hair, fingers bruising against the base of my horns.

“It was…incredible,”

she gushes and I sink my teeth into skin carefully until I break the skin, drawing a moan from her soft pink lips. I lick at the blood that’s welled up on the surface. Mmmmmm, much better than Cordelia’s.

Murmuring against her neck, I say, “You were incredible.”

Poppy grinds against me, and I use my tail to slip beneath her dress. Winding its way around her thigh, I let the tip rub against her cunt through her cotton underwear. The half-swallowed noises she makes as her hips roll cause me to grin before I bite her again, binding us even tighter together.

“We need to visit the Powell sisters,”

she utters as I make my clothes vanish, and her eyes instantly follow the line of sigils trailing down my sternum, before she lets her fingers drift over my skin, not quite touching even though I know she wants to.

“We need to shower.”

I give her a pointed look as I push her dress down underneath her breasts. She may be hesitant, but I’m not. I want to touch her. Taste her.

“Ah, don’t.”

She lifts her hands to cover herself, making me frown. “I…I’m not like you. My chest…”

I glance down at us. “I love your tits.”

She snorts. “Yeah, right.”

“These are perfect.”

Peeling her hands away, I pepper her skin with kisses. Leaning in, I kiss her dark pink nipple, watching it pebble under my attention. She shudders, grinding down onto my tail, so I take that as a sign to suck the sensitive bud into my mouth. My other hand pinches the nipple currently being neglected, rolling it between my fingers, tugging it lightly when she whimpers. “Look at them. Begging for my mouth. For my tongue. My teeth.”

I squeeze her small breasts, lavishing them with attention as I suck and bite little love bites all over her body, marking her as mine. I do not care that she’s smaller than me. She smells like mine. She tastes like mine. And the noises she makes as my tail slides into her panties and inside her wet, tight pussy mark her as mine, with or without our bargain.

As she fucks herself against me, and on me, my tail buried inside her as we both grind against its length, chasing the pleasure.

“Oh, my wicked witch,”

I breathe against her lips as I claim her mouth in a hungry kiss. “How perfect you are for me.”

Her hands move up my horns, caressing them as she chants my name between kisses, over and over again, like a prayer or one of her spells. “Manon. Manon. Oh, fuck. Manon.”

My tail slides in and out of her hot body, pumping my energy into her with it, but waves of her magic wash over me in return. It’s like a circuit of power and energy between us, as we combine, becoming one. I don’t know how or why this little witch has such a hold on me, but she’s beneath my skin and in my blood as much as I am now in hers.

“Popping candy, my little Halloween snack, I need you to come for me,”

I pant against her breast, my lips catching on her nipple before my tongue flicks out to suck it into my mouth. Our bodies are covered in a soft sheen of sweat as the energy builds between us, and I’ve never experienced anything like it.

She comes hard, throwing her head back again with a half-shout, before curling in around me, trembling. I can feel her tight cunt clamping down on my tail, and the sensation of her orgasm moving through her body triggers my own. As I come, I sink my teeth into her neck, and lap up the blood that blooms on her slick skin.

A few moments later, we’re lazily entwined on the bed with Poppy resting her forehead against my shoulder, carefully tracing the sigils she was admiring earlier.

“You’re in this with me, aren’t you?”

Her voice is quiet, and I hate it. I need her to snark at me, or be her usual grumpy self. “Do you think I can do this? Unlock my powers?”

“I know you can.”

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yank her head back, forcing to look me in the eye. She needs my confidence right now, and I have no doubts about just what she is and what she’s capable of. “I can feel how powerful you are, love. I can taste it on your skin. The others, they grasp and hold onto threads of magic, but you…you are so much more. You are an entire tapestry, woven out of power.”

“Mmmmm, a tapestry. I like that.”

She plants a kiss between my breasts directly over one of the marks. “Let’s shower.”

“Together?”

“Together.”