Then she saw him standing in his doorway. Loosely dressed, but all his majesty and masculinity exposed for her to fawn over. She had misbehaved. She knew that but cared little. It had been so long since a man had attracted her so deeply. She could see the massive bulge in his pants. It was a godly cock. Huge and thick, probably with thick veins running obscenely down the Length.

It had been all she could do to stop herself from claiming him right then and there. The part of her that kept her alive stopped her.

Quinten would have killed her immediately if he found out. Witches were not suffered in the world. Few remained alive today. Her circle had been eradicated around the same time that Amanda Aine had lost her own circle. Because it was their circles that had gone to war all those years ago.

Gwydion blamed Amanda for her own loss of circle. It was bad enough that witches were being killed on sight, but to have a circle turn on another circle was something Gwydion had thought at the time was ancient history. Circles used to war each other all the time. The loss of life often staggering. Including all the collateral damage.

Gwydion sniffed. As if the King's army don't cause their own collateral damage. But no, when a witch accidentally kills innocents, it's all evil. Gwydion pushed open the door to her chambers after saying her name to the lock.

She rushed to her bedchamber and tore off her clothes. She threw her wet panties aside, and they hit the wall and stuck there for a moment before falling onto the carpet. She yanked open her bedside table and pulled out her enchanted vibrator.

One of the few things gnomes are good for, she thought, and fell onto her back on her bed.

She turned on the actuator and the eight-inch vibrator hummed to life.

It was a marvel of technology, as the gnomes called their magic, and it did the trick. She spread her legs wide and didn't hesitate. She thrust the vibrator hard into her sopping cunt and thrust wildly with it. Pleasure rippled through her body, centred on her vagina and clit.

She squeezed a nipple and felt her pussy contract with the sweet pain.

She imagined ripping off the clothes from Daniel and throwing her throat around his massive cock. She could see the massive cock head, engorged and purple with its lust for her. Driving into her like her vibrator was doing. She fumbled with her free hand and found her rosebud with a long, nailed finger. She jammed it into her ass, feeling the nail scraping painfully inside her rectum. It added just the right amount of pain and pleasure, and she had her first orgasm.

It shuddered through her, and she cried out.

She kept at it until the fourth orgasm left her too weak to continue.

I'm getting too old to do more. She lay with her limbs akimbo. The vibrator droned on inside her and slowly pushed its way back out to flop on the bed. Gwydion fumbled for it and turned it off. In a moment, she sucked on it, savouring her own juices. She always enjoyed her own taste.

I could smell his cum in that suite. The air is saturated with it.

She could feel the power of it and Longed to have just a small taste.

He was an enigma. Spell casters are all stunted by their training, she knew. Few knew the power of sex in magic. She knew, of course.

It was how she survived the purge. Almost all witches were hunted down and eradicated so many years ago by Quinten and his cronies.

Men swearing worship to what they called the One God, a fabrication of their own making, she knew. All the Gods were known. The One God was not one of them, but he gained his power from some entity. She just didn't know what one.

Finally feeling satiated, she rose, glancing back at her sheets, now soaked with her own juices. The wet stain was huge and likely soaked into the mattress. She would have the staff replace it on the morrow.

She steadied herself with a doorframe before entering her office. She went to the back wall and murmured a simple spell tied to her blood and an illusion parted, revealing a small cupboard. She opened it and withdrew her special book. Owning this book, or even caught looking at it, would be the death penalty.

She sat at her desk and placed the book in front of her. She ran her fingers over the cured human skin binding. The title was embossed and read Witch Circles: How to Control Your Spell Caster and Use His Power. A strictly forbidden tome. All thought the books destroyed.

Except this one, she smiled to herself. It only cost me my circle.

But it was worth it. They were such bitches. Not understanding power at all.