Timeless Witch by C. L. Scholey

of me, to take his pleasure within my folds with his mouth and teeth, while I licked and laved the tip of his stiff cock, drawing him deeper and deeper, suckling his more than impressive erection, until I felt him quiver. Yes, in fact human males do taste wonderful, at least my beloved Randar does.
    I stroked his silky smooth, hot cock, not getting enough of his taste. I groaned as he invaded me with his lips and tongue, exploring until I writhed with pleasure beneath him. We enjoyed one another until Randar could take no more of my delicious teasing.
    He turned and proved he remembered where a man and woman joined. I cried out, not from pain, but joy, knowing this would be ours, this loving, for the next ninety years. Sensuously he stroked within me, while my climax built and grew with each heated, gliding movement. A breeze ruffled my hair and I knew the gods were pleased with our mating. Thank the gods for my Randar. We would love each other daily.
    Randar howled his release to the moon. His powerful body lay atop me quietly. I cuddled myself in his arms. He made the most amazing blanket of warmth.
    “I wonder about our little water witch, Sophia. Something tells me there will be a great power about her. I’m uncertain as to what it is, or means, though.”
    “I have given my word to the Keeper of Halloween she will wait until the next All Hallows’ Eve to be born.”
    Randar opened his mouth to ask how that was possible, and then closed it on a sheepish shrug. He quickly remembered I was a timeless witch. I had come into my full power days ago and was able to manipulate time as I saw fit.
    “So our water witch has two protectors. This is serious. I had thought it would be our last daughter with the gift of two protectors. Such as you have.”
    “Yes, my love, this is indeed a serious occurrence. The war of gods is stepping up quicker than we had anticipated,” I admitted. “I killed a powerful foe this night. I succeeded in causing a great blow to our enemies. Our gods are well pleased. Alistair’s gods will come after ours with a vengeance. They should have known not to tamper with a sacred night. They should not have scorned the magic. They should never tamper with the God of fate, who is as unpredictable as a tornado. Even they should remain within the guidelines of the cosmological energies.
    “We have been given a powerful gift of added protection earlier. It is necessary to protect our previous children from harm. All that will come now will be even stronger. It was a small thing they asked of us, of our child, to wait until the next All Hallows’ Eve to be born.”
    “What of our next babe?” he asked with some concern. “Just how strong will our next daughter need to be? I fear for their safety when they are in need of such awesome protection. Will we even be enough? I couldn’t stand to lose another; I couldn’t stand to fail another.”
    “Do not fear, my beloved, we will not fail again,” I said soothingly. My dearest Randar loved our children so very much. The loss of our first daughter still plagued his nightmares, as it did mine. “Something tells me the gods have another interesting child for us to conceive. With each more powerful than the last, I am truly anxious for our next mating.”
    “Well, let’s not be so hurried to rush this one, my love,” Randar exclaimed.
    Chuckling, I rolled myself atop him. I trailed my hands down the length of his powerful muscles. He felt so strong, so unbelievably male. My fingertips played with his nipples until they hardened to fine pebbles. A slow grin spread across his face. He wrapped his hands around my waist, guiding my hips lower. I gyrated onto him while he groaned his pleasure.
    “It has been too long, my love,” I crooned.
    “We have ninety years ahead of us,” he reminded me.
    “It’s never long enough,” I complained.
    Slowly I mounted him. My body slid down the length of him, accepting all he had to give. We fit so perfectly