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The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 01

By: wildhunt1





The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 01



"Dad!" Mackenzie cried in mortification.

"Well, she did," he said, turning to look at his daughter in the flesh. 

"I was thinking of having an artist capture her in stone—maybe put the statue in the backyard. What do you think?" Janet asked.

"No way in hell!" Mackenzie said, glowering at her.

"I could see that," Richard said. "I think I know a perfect spot, too."

"On the little island in the middle of the creek running through the backyard?" Janet asked hopefully.

"You know me so well," he said, kissing his wife.

"God, I'll die of embarrassment! My friends could see that!" Mackenzie protested.

"So, what kind of birthday present did you want?" Richard asked to change the subject. "It's not like you didn't have a good enough birthday as it was!"

"She wants to give her virginity to Randall Savage," Janet said, taking the camera from him and turning it off.

Richard's eyes widened. "Isn't it strange to give a gift to someone else for your birthday?" he asked.

"Dad..." Mackenzie growled softly, turning away.

Janet patted Richard on the back soothingly. "Honey, we've embarrassed her enough. Go wait for me downstairs. I'll just be a few minutes."

"Take your time," he murmured in her ear as he bent to give her a kiss. He left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Janet surreptitiously locked it and leaned back against the door, admiring the fullness of her daughter's behind from where she stood.

"You should not call him if you are so nervous," Janet told her. "You don't want your voice shaking when you ask him such an important question." She pushed away from the door and walked back to Mackenzie's side. She took the phone from her and set it down, then she took Mackenzie's hand and led her over to the white bed, seating her upon it. She spread her daughter's legs and knelt between them, taking a moment to admire her slit. "Honey, I know you have to have a billion questions about what's going on right now, and I wouldn't blame you if you did. But your father and I are very, very open about our sexuality, and while we would never, ever think about doing anything you'd be uncomfortable with, I also think you should probably have a little...experience before you give yourself to Mr. Savage...or to anyone, really."

"Are you...are yo saying you want me to sleep with Dad?" Mackenzie asked nervously.

Janet laughed and covered her mouth with her hand. "No, sweetie, I'm not saying that at all," she said. "You said you wanted to give your virginity to Savage, and frankly, I think he'd be a fool to turn you down. No, what I'm suggesting is...just for tonight...you and I...practice—practice kissing, making out—"

"You and...me?" Mackenzie asked, suddenly wondering if she could bolt for the door and get back to her room.

"Why not?" Janet asked with a shrug of her shoulders. "You can trust me, and you know that I'll never hurt you, my darling." She reached out and laid her hands on Mackenzie's thighs. She inhaled deeply of the gentle musk rising from Mackenzie's pussy and admired the sheen of wetness covering the core of her being. Mackenzie's clit was hard and begging to be touched. Janet looked up into her brown eyes and said, "You know I love you, and I'll be completely honest with you." She began to rub her daughter's thighs gently. 

"Mom!" Mackenzie grabbed her mother's hands and held them still. "Mom, this is weirding me out...a lot," she said. "You're my mom, and you suddenly want to become my...lover? I'll be in therapy until I'm dead!"

Janet gave her a cunning smile, her red lips full and moist. "But at least you'll have some great stories to tell your therapist." She pulled her hands loose from Mackenzie's and slid them round her young body, holding her round ass as she laid her head in Mackenzie's lap. She took another deep breath, letting the fragrance now pouring from her pussy drift into her nostrils and lungs. "I just don't want you to feel embarrassed or helpless if you take a boy to bed and he starts...kissing you and undressing you," she said. "A little practice with me, and you'll be so much more at ease being naked with another person. Sex just doesn't work unless you're completely ready to give yourself to someone else. I want to help make your ready."

"But...I can't make love to you," Mackenzie said, reached down and unconsciously stroking her mother's long, brown hair. "You're my mom!"

Janet sat back and looked up at her daughter with pitying eyes. "How about we don't worry about sex," she said. "It's off the table. You and I will just...make out, like you and Xiaofan did. We'll kiss, we'll touch, I'll show you what to do, but I won't touch you without your permission, and if I ever do anything you're uncomfortable with, you just have to say 'safety'."

"Safety?" Mackenzie asked.

"It's a safe word," Janet said. "When I hear it, I have to stop what I'm doing immediately and step away from you. I cannot return unless you tell me it's okay to do so."

"And we'll just...kiss?" Mackenzie asked, unsure.

"Just kiss."

"Can I put my clothes back on?"

"Nope, because I still want you naked when you call Mr. Savage. That is my condition for such a birthday present."

Mackenzie took a shuddering breath as she stared down at her mother between her legs. Janet Jones was one of the most beautiful women Mackenzie had ever known. Princess and Hollywood starlets had nothing on the woman on the floor before her. She had seen her mother in everything from skiwear and fur coats to bikinis so small they should have been illegal. Mackenzie had see her mother almost naked every summer for as long as she could remember, but this was the first time she saw her as a sexual being—saw her in a way no daughter should ever think about her mother. Janet worked hard to keep her body svelte and firm, and Mackenzie was so jealous of it while wanting to see it as naked as she herself was now.

Staring down at her in the dress which barely held her mother's breasts in check, everything her mother said began to sink in. Her mother wanted to teach her. Her mother wanted to kiss her. But she was also holding back...for Mackenzie. Her mother wanted to kiss her and touch her, but like any good mother, Janet wanted to protect Mackenzie more than anything else.

Mackenzie slipped her hands beneath her mother's arms and lifted her partially off the floor. she looked into her mother's violet eyes, seeking permission, and in response, Janet closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Mackenzie gasped as she saw her mother's wet tongue waiting for hers, moving gently, peeking from her red-lipped mouth, giving Mackenzie the permission she sought. Mackenzie's stomach trembled nervously as she leaned down and sealed their mouths together.

The heat of her mother's mouth astounded the young girl. She had never imagined anything could be so inviting as another person's—woman's—lips. The soft curve of her mother's mouth was so familiar to Mackenzie, and as they pressed their mouths together and Janet's tongue sought entrance to hers, Mackenzie moaned gently as what she was doing finally penetrated her brain. Her hot breath blew into Janet, and Janet sighed as she drew her daughter's breath into her lungs.

Janet broke the kiss and took a deep breath, holding it, letting that small part of her daughter take hold inside her lungs. She instantly knew it would never be enough—that she wanted all that Mackenzie could possibly give her and more. She wanted her daughter naked beneath her, on top of her, and beside her. If only for tonight, she wanted to make love to this girl she had given birth to and take of her cunt all that Mackenzie could give.

"Take off my dress," she whispered to her daughter. "Let me be naked just as you are."

"What?" Mackenzie asked, not sure she had heard her mother right.

Janet stood up. Her knees wobbled far more than she would have thought, and she almost fell as her foot twisted and she lost her footing on her heel. She felt on the brink of orgasm after just a single kiss! Perhaps incest truly was the best, she thought wickedly. She took a step away, and her feet in her stiletto heels crumpled again. She nearly fell, but Mackenzie rushed to catch her before she could.

"Steady, Mom," she said, helping Janet right herself. "Are you all right?"

"I will be once you get me out of this dress," Janet said. "Please, Mackenzie, I can't reach the zip."

Mackenzie ran her hand over the back of her mother's dress, seeing how much of her back it revealed from her mid-back up. Mackenzie ran her fingers along her mother's spine, and Janet moaned as her daughter started pulling the top of her dress down, suddenly needing to be rid of it. Then she froze as she felt a pair of hot, warm, wet lips kiss her on the back of her neck, and Janet's knees buckled as she crashed to the floor.

"Mom!" Mackenzie cried in fear. She knelt next to her mother, and Janet pounced on the young girl, holding Mackenzie pinned to the floor as she kissed her hungrily, no longer being the gentle mother she had been moments before. She was truly a cougar now, and she wanted young flesh.

Mackenzie did not know how to react or what to do. She had never seen her mother like this before. She had no idea her mother was capable of such behavior, and it scared her. Before she realized what she was saying, she yelled, "Safety!"

The word shocked Janet out of the sexual haze she had fallen under, and she looked down at her daughter lying on the floor beneath her, naked and shaking with fear. Janet took a deep breath to calm herself down—damn the dress for being so tight!—and then she pushed herself away and scrambled back from her daughter. A string of spittle hung from the corner of Mackenzie's mouth, and her legs were spread, the soft opening wet with her milky fluids. But the look of fear in her dark eyes made Janet's heart drop into her stomach.

"Oh, Mackenzie—my precious baby—I never meant..."

"What's wrong with me, Mom?" Mackenzie asked. She looked down at herself. "I've never been so turned on in my life as I am right now! I shouldn't be thinking of having sex with you! You're my mother! But when I kissed you...when I touched your back...oh, Mommy, I was so turned on! I couldn't wait to see you naked!"

Janet smiled at her. "Just as I couldn't wait to see you naked, my precious—and here you are, naked as the day you were born. I still remember the joy I felt as I pushed you out of my womb and into the world. I remember how happy your father was when the doctor gave you to him. I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen—and you still are, darling. No women on Earth is as beautiful as you are, Mackenzie, and seeing you naked and aroused makes me feel so proud of you." Janet held her arms out. "Please, Mackenzie—it may be wrong, but I need to feel your pussy on my tongue. Please, don't deny me that."

"Only on two conditions, Mother," Mackenzie said. "First is that you must let me taste you—let me taste the pussy that gave birth to me."

"Of course," Janet said with a smile. "What is the second condition?"

Mackenzie hesitated for a moment before saying, "You cannot take my virginity. I still want Savage to take that. What I mean is, I don't want anything to go inside my body, not even your fingers."

Janet sighed despondently but nodded. "I'll respect your wishes," she said sadly, "but I still want to touch and kiss outside your body."

Mackenzie nodded and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She slinked across the floor towards her mother, her perfectly round ass high in the air, her heavy, eighteen-year-old breasts hanging and swaying beneath her. She approached her mother and began crawling up her body, dragging her breasts across the course, sequined material, feeling her mother's legs twitch in response beneath her skirt. Mackenzie's nipples hardened into aching peaks, and a deep groan escaped her throat as her breasts moved up her mother's leg. She could not believe what she was about to do. It was so wrong, yet it felt so completely right!

She reached up and yanked the top of her mother's dress down, freeing those breasts she had seen only glimpses of her entire life. They sprang free, the skin brown, the hardened tips browner still. Mackenzie's mother came from a Spanish background, and right now there was no doubt of that. Her brown skin was like light, creamy chocolate, the nipples like dark Hershey's Kisses. Mackenzie moaned deep in her throat as she pulled the dress the rest of the way down, letting it pool at her mother's feet.

Janet groaned as she saw her daughter eyeing her nipples. Her taut peaks ached to feel her daughter's mouth on them, and she wantonly arched her back, pushing her left nipple towards her daughter. Mackenzie reached out and grasped her mother's right breast, thumbing the nipple as her mouth fell upon the left, drawing a gasp from Janet's throat. Mackenzie's tongue lashed the nipple, drawing another gasp of excitement from her mother that made a tremor spread through Mackenzie's young, untouched pussy. Mackenzie groaned against her mother's breast and began to dry-hump her leg, needing to feel relief after a life of denial.

Janet moved her leg between Mackenzie's, opening her daughter's cunt, and reached down to cup Mackenzie gently, fingering her opening but being careful not to penetrate her young body. She slipped her fingers into her daughter's hair and pushed her face against her breast, forcing more of her luscious mound into her daughter's hungry mouth. The nipple scraped gently across Mackenzie's teeth, and she gasped at the sensation before Mackenzie closed her lips over her teeth to prevent accidentally damaging her mother's precious nipple. 

Mackenzie suckled upon the breast as she once had as a baby. The sensations began to overwhelm her, and her head swam with the headiness of what she and her mother were doing. Janet's thumb pressed against Mackenzie's clit, and the young girl's knees began to weaken. She could not believe someone was touching her between her legs for the first time—and she couldn't believe that it was her mother! She tried to feel and remember all the sensations because she wanted to repeat everything on her mother later, but so much was happening! The fires engulfing her cunt were spreading throughout the rest of her body, and she was not sure how much longer she could hold on before passing out. 

Satisfied that Mackenzie was not going to release her breast, Janet's hand slid from her hair and down her back to caress the curves of Mackenzie's round ass before sliding up her back again to tangle in her hair. She again pressed Mackenzie's face into her breast and whispered, "Please, don't stop sucking," just before wetness splashed across her daughter's tongue and the back of her throat. Mackenzie gasped at the sensation as the delicious taste crossed her tongue, and she swallowed the liquid before another splash coated the inside of her mouth. Then she felt wetness coat the hand that was gently squeezing her mother's right breast, and she cast her eyes to see milk pouring from her mother's right nipple and over her hand. Had she not pulled her mother's dress the rest of the way down, the milk would have soaked the material, she was sure.

"Don't stop, baby," her mother said, squirming beside her, pressing her leg against her hand, which was still rubbing Mackenzie's pussy furiously. "Drink of me, please," she begged.

Mackenzie did not stop. She drank of her mother's milk from one breast while milk overflowed her hand and down her mother's leg onto the floor from the other. How any woman had this much milk after eighteen years—

Then Mackenzie realized why. Her mother and father had probably never let her dry up. She knew they loved sex. They went to sex parties after all. It was no secret among them. Why wold a lactating woman who loved providing pleasure not only to her husband but to other men—and apparently women—let her breasts go dry? Mackenzie began sucking harder, taking all her mother had to give her.

"Stop! Stop! Safety!" her mother suddenly cried as the sensations overwhelmed her. Mackenzie stopped and immediately let go of her mother's right breast while reluctantly breaking the seal her mouth had formed over her mother's left. She backed away just as her mother had done earlier, though her knees could barely support the effort.

"Ugh, what a mess," Janet said, looking down at herself. She was so wet, it looked almost like she had just gotten out of the shower! She turned bemused eyes on her daughter and laughed. "Oh, well—what's done is done." She smiled warmly at Mackenzie. "I'm proud of you for stopping so quickly—that's the sign of a good lover."

"I didn't want to," Mackenzie told her. "Your milk...Mom, it tasted so good!"

Janet motioned Mackenzie forward, and Mackenzie crawled towards her mother. Janet knelt down and took Mackenzie into her arms. She pressed her naked daughter close and kissed her, tasting the remnants of her milk on Mackenzie's soft lips. She broke the kiss and stroked back her daughter's hair, staring into her beautiful eyes. She kissed Mackenzie again, and their lips moved against one another gently, nipping, pulling, the gentle smacks of their wet mouths the only noise in the large bedroom. They kissed for several minutes, just enjoying each other's mouths. 

"You're so hot, Mom," Mackenzie said, touching her mother's hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Kenzie," Janet said, giving her another quick kiss. "Do you want to go further?"

"Yes," Mackenzie said without any doubt.

"Then take off my panties, darling," Janet instructed her as she stood up, "but leave my stockings on. There's nothing sexier than a woman having sex in nothing but her stockings and heels."

"I don't know, Mom," Mackenzie said, cupping her mother's right thigh in her hands and running them up and down the course material. "I think you'd look sexier completely naked."

"Just my panties, dear," she said again. "I want to feel your tongue lapping my cunt."

"You don't want to clean up first?" Mackenzie asked, looking at the milk streaming down the front of her mother's body.

"You'll do that for me, dear," she said, her violet eyes flashing.

Mackenzie's hands moved up to the waistband of her mother's black panties, and she hooked her thumbs in the thin, lacy material. Her thumbs brushed against her mother's hips, and she stared at the small strip of cloth covering Janet's pussy. Janet sensed her sudden hesitation, and she took Mackenzie's hands before kneeling down and kissing her tenderly on the mouth. She smiled again, putting Mackenzie at ease, and asked, "You're not rethinking things, are you? We can stop if you're not ready."

"No!" Mackenzie said abruptly, fearful that this night might end. "I mean...It's just..." She let out a deep breath. "I guess it's still a little weird, Mom," she said, giving her mother a cute, crooked smile. "You're asking me—your daughter—to take your panties off."

"You wanted to only a few minutes ago," Janet reminded her.

"Heat of the moment," Mackenzie told her. "And I still do, but...once I do that..."

Janet nodded. "I understand, sweetie." She stood up and pulled Mackenzie to her feet. Janet pushed her daughter back towards the bed she shared with her husband, and Mackenzie fell upon it as the backs of her knees connected. Janet fell on top of Mackenzie and grabbed her hands, pushing them up over her head as her milk-sodded breasts mashed into her daughter's. Janet kissed Mackenzie, forcing her tongue between her daughter's lips and into her hot mouth. Their tongues danced together for several moments before Janet broke the kiss.

"So, how do you want to handle this?" she asked gently, not forcing Mackenzie to just accept the situation. Janet's pussy ached with the need to feel her daughter's tongue on it, but she was not about to rape her daughter to have her own lusts fulfilled. If Mackenzie said she didn't want to continue, she always had her husband to rely on.




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 01



"I know you have to go to your party," Mackenzie said sadly, turning her head towards the closed door.

"Your father and I don't have to go anywhere, Mackenzie," Janet said softly. "He'll get his sex tonight no matter what. What do you want of me? I'm here to help you, my precious child, and I don't want to force you into anything you're completely uncomfortable with."

Mackenzie moved her hands from her mother's grip and pulled them down before sliding them round her mother's mostly nude body. She hesitantly moved them across the flesh of Janet's back before moving them down to her mother's behind. Mackenzie touched her mother's ass but quickly pulled her hands away to wrap her arms around her mother's back, holding her close, not quite sure she was ready for such intimacy.

"Just hold me," Mackenzie said. "Just hold me and tell me that you love me."



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 02







The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 02



"Hello? Janet?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts.

Janet snapped back to the present when she heard his voice. "Savage," she greeted him by his preferred name. "How are you? I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all, Janet," he said, his tone light, cheerful. "I haven't heard from you in a while—not since, when...Mackenzie's sixteenth birthday? How are you, Richard, and Mackenzie doing?"

"We're all fine," she told him, her heart starting to hammer nervously in her breast. She did not know why. "Especially Mackenzie—she just turned eighteen, you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry I could not make it out to her party—I was out of the country on business. I was actually contemplating giving you a call and seeing if I could come by and see her, but...well...I honestly wasn't sure how you might take my request."

"Oh?" Janet sat down on the couch, puzzling his hesitation over in her mind. "You know you're always welcome here, Savage, and Mackenzie loves seeing you."

"And I like seeing her. How's her schooling going? She graduates in May, right?"

"That's right—and we were hoping you'd be able to make it to the ceremony. She'd love to have you there. You're like..." Janet bit her tongue and fell instantly quiet as she realized what she was about to say. You're like her favorite uncle. That would be a bad thing to say right before asking someone to sleep with his or her daughter. "You're really special to her," she said, hoping that might make Savage more receptive. "She loves you a lot. Speaking of which..." She swallowed against the dryness in her throat. There was no subtle way of saying this, so she just said, "Are you...seeing anyone currently? The media has been rather quiet on that recently."

"No, not currently," he said, and she could hear the caution in his voice. She may have overplayed her hand. "Why do you ask?"

Janet sighed heavily, deciding it was best just to get it out and done with. "Savage, we've been friends for a long time, so I'm not going to pussyfoot around. Mackenzie made a request of her father and I, and if you say no, then you and I need to figure out how to tell Mackenzie so neither of use ends up breaking her heart."

Savage was quiet for a moment before asking, "What...kind of request?"

"A huge one," Janet told him. She took another deep breath, wishing she had that other glass of wine in her. For a woman who wasn't afraid to talk about sex, it was hard asking a man to sleep with her daughter. "Mackenzie's an adult now, as you know, and she told me earlier that she wants...to give her virginity to you."

The phone went silent.

What happened? Janet began to wonder. Was he still there? Had he dropped the phone and it had smashed on his floor? Had he had a heart attack and died from the request? Was he jumping on an airplane right now and heading their way?

The phone remained silent.

Janet counted to ten before asking, "Savage?" to make sure they had not been disconnected for some reason.

"I'm here," he said, though his voice was nearly choked. "It's just...I'm not sure I heard you right. You said...?"

"Mackenzie wants to sleep with you," she said, making sure there was no misunderstanding. "We're not talking for very long—a week at the most, I'm sure. Her father and I have no issue with this, and you'd be more than welcome to stay in our home where Mackenzie should be more comfortable. If you say you don't want to, I'll understand. It's...a strange request."

"Yeah, it is," he said. "It's just...I've watched Mackenzie grow up. I held her as a baby! It would be...a little weird to sleep with her."

"I know," Janet told him sadly, "especially because you're so much older than she is. But...well, she's always liked you, and I guess she thinks because you like her that you'll be gentle with her. You can show her what love is like, not just sex."

"I'm...I'm honored, Janet, but...but I think that could be a very.... God, the last time I saw Mackenzie was at her sixteenth birthday party!"

"And you came because she asked you to, Savage. You've never been able to deny her anything. And she's actually developed into quite the woman since you last saw her. She's no longer the scrawny little girl she was. She's filled out quite nicely. The last two years have been very generous to her." Janet felt her voice beginning to tremble. He was going to deny her daughter, and Mackenzie's heart would break.

"Janet..." he said hesitantly.

"Just come see her, Savage." Janet's voice was almost pleading. "Don't just say no outright. As I said, Richard and I are behind this one hundred percent. We just want out little girl to be happy. You'll make her happy."

Savage sighed, and she could almost hear the internal struggle he was having. "What if...she wants more than just a week?" he asked, his voice growly as he tried to figure out a way out of this predicament. "And isn't she still in school?"

"For another few months," Janet said, knowing she had him, she just had to reel him in. "She graduates in May. Besides, she won't be the only girl in school to be having sex. In fact, she's never had sex with a man before, so she's one of the few girls who hasn't." Janet's stomach began to twist into knows. She was so close! What could she say to persuade him to come?

"I want..." She heard his voice catch, and she realized he was close to making a decision on this matter.

"She's a virgin, Savage," Janet said, hoping that would tempt him. "She's never been penetrated."

"Geez, Jane—laying it on a little thick, aren't you?" he asked.

"She wants you, Savage," Janet said, going for it. "She's got no experience with boys at all, and I want her first time to be...magical."

"I'm not sure about magical," he said, his voice squirming.

"Just come see her—please. Don't make a decision until you do that much."

"She was a real beauty when she was sixteen," he said. "A bit scrawny, perhaps, but...she's filled out?"

"She's blossomed into one of the most beautiful girls you'll ever see," Janet told him. "She's not a supermodel, but she has very nice curves, and her thighs...Savage, you really need to see her thighs!"

He growled, and Janet knew she had him. "I have some time I can take," he said, proving her right. "I won't make any promises, Janet. You know I think of her like a niece."

"I know, Savage—and I do appreciate that. When can we expect you to come out?"

Savage was quiet for a moment, then he said, "Would day after tomorrow be too soon?"

Janet smiled and her stomach flipped in happiness. "No, Sunday will be fine—might be too long, though. I'll let Mackenzie know you're coming, but I'll let her know that you might or might not have sex with her."

"Tell her...Tell her that I don't want to rush things too much," he said. "Also, I don't want her to ever feel like I'm just using her."

"I appreciate that, Savage, and so well she. Thank you for listening, and we'll see you Sunday."

"Bye, Janet. Tell Mackenzie...Tell her that no matter what, I'll always love her."

Janet hung up the phone, and she realized how fast her heart was beating. She slipped her phone into her pocket and returned to the bedroom where Mackenzie waited. She unlocked the door and went inside. She saw Mackenzie sitting up in bed, still naked, one leg curled under her as she sipped on her Mountain Dew. The wine glass had not been touched.

"Where did you go?" Mackenzie asked. She was beautiful, her breasts resting against her ribcage, her nipples growing hard again in her wakeful state.

"I just...spoke to Randall Savage," Janet told her. "You were asleep, and I wanted to have some news for you when you woke up."

Mackenzie swallowed nervously and almost dropped the soda, but she caught it quickly. "Wh—What did he say?"

"He's coming out day after tomorrow," her mother told her. "He says he wants to see you before deciding if he wants to sleep with you or not."

"Oh..." she said, lowering her head dismally. 

"Sweetie, the last time he saw you, you were only sixteen." Janet moved to sit down on the bed beside her. She stroked Mackenzie's back gently. "He probably still sees you as underage. Don't give up hope." Her hand moved up her daughter's naked back to her face and cupped her baby's cheek. "He doesn't know the beautiful, sexual girl you've grown into." Janet leaned in to give her another kiss. "Just be yourself, and he'll be sleeping with you the first night he's here."

"What if he doesn't?" Mackenzie asked. "I don't think I could handle him rejecting me."

Janet pressed her lips together tightly but it turned into a smile. "You're a strong girl, Mackenzie, and you are not determined by any man or any relationship. If Savage rejects you, he would be the biggest fool on the face of the planet, and Randall Savage is no fool." She reached out to cup Mackenzie's breast, weighting it in her hand. "No man could turn these down—no woman, either, I might add." She let her hand slide to the inward curve of Mackenzie's slim waist then to the outward curve of her hip. Mackenzie felt her skin begin to tingle at her mother's touch. "But...I might suggest you dress as sexily as you can, so that you give him no choice but to see you as a young, vibrant woman ready to have sex with him."

"How do I do that?" Mackenzie asked.

Janet's violet eyes sparkled. "We'll go shopping tomorrow."

Mackenzie capped the Mountain Dew then threw her arms around her mother, holding her tight. "I hope he doesn't turn me down," she said.

"If he does, I never will," Janet told her. "You and I are lovers now, and I never deny my lovers anything."

"Anything?" Mackenzie asked, pulling back.

Janet ran her fingers through her daughter's hair. "Anything!"

Mackenzie kissed her mother, pushing her tongue deep into Janet's mouth and down her throat. Janet laughed and pulled away before she accidentally swallowed her daughter's tongue. She wiped some spittle from the corner of her mouth. Mackenzie laughed in embarrassment and looked down at her hands. "Was that too much?" she asked her mom.

"Not at all, sweetie—I just wasn't expecting it," Janet said. "It was a very aggressive kiss."

"Is that all right?"

"Anything in sex is all right, my precious," her mother told her, stroking her hair again. Mackenzie had such soft hair. She took good care of it. "You have to be aggressive. She who hesitates in sex will never have it."

"I don't want to come across as a slut, though," Mackenzie told her softly.

Janet cupped her daughter gently between her legs, running her finger between the thick labia protecting the entrance to her body. She was so tempted to slip her finger inside, but she forced herself to hold back, remembering her promise not to penetrate Mackenzie's body. Mackenzie was still wet, as if she had never calmed down, even with her nap.

"Does touching you like this make you think I'm a slut?" Janet asked.

"No," Mackenzie said.

"But I'm being aggressive—I'm satisfying my desire to touch you intimately." Mackenzie's mother leaned down and kissed her left nipple, smiling as she felt it spring to full life in her mouth. She sucked on it gently twice, running her tongue over the hardened peak before releasing it. "You are only a slut if someone else calls you that, Mackenzie, and you should never allow anyone to label you."

Mackenzie nodded. "I think I understand."

"Good." Janet pulled her hand away from her cunt and licked her fingers clean.

"But I think you are too dressed, mother dear," Mackenzie said. She took her mother's shoulders and pushed her back against the pillows at the head of the bed. The daughter covered her mother's body, letting her pussy rest against Janet's stocking-covered right thigh. Mackenzie kissed her again as she started rubbing herself wantonly against Janet's leg. The rough lace of her mother's stocking excited her wet pussy, causing her clit to re-emerge.

"Careful, honey," Janet said, softly stroking Mackenzie's behind, slowing her down. "Your clit is very sensitive. You don't want to hurt it with constant rubbing against a rough surface."

"I guess I don't know that much about...that," Mackenzie said sadly.

Janet sighed and pulled Mackenzie close for a kiss. "Then it's time you learned. After all, if you don't know what arouses you, you'll have a terrible time with Savage."

"But you made me come, didn't you?" she asked.

"But I have experience," Janet reminded her. "You need that same experience."

She arched her hips, and Mackenzie sat back and watched as her mother reached down and pulled her underwear off, exposing her pussy to her daughter for the first time. Mackenzie gasped as her mother exposed herself to her eyes, and she instantly felt a tiny bit of jealousy as she gazed upon her mother's flower. The lips of her vagina were thick and beautiful, so much more than Mackenzie felt her own were. She also had a light triangle of hair covering her loins, though no hair covered her pussy.

"I didn't know you had hair between your legs," Mackenzie said, touching the tuft of soft, curly hair gently. It felt strange but very arousing to touch it.

"Your father doesn't like me perfectly shaved," Janet told her, enjoying the way Mackenzie's fingers brushed the hair. "He says he likes me looking like a woman. I shave my pussy lips mostly because he doesn't like eating hair when he eats me out. Also, I look better in a bikini."

"You always looked so hot in your swimsuits, Mom," Mackenzie told her, running her fingers through the small triangle of hair. "This is so hot."

"Not as hot as you're making my pussy, dear," Janet said. "But we need to instruct you a little bit. Lay down between my legs, please."

Janet spread her legs apart, and Mackenzie knelt between them.

"Get close to my pussy," Janet instructed her. "The more you understand about your pussy, the happier Savage will make you."

Janet slipped her right hand between her legs, and using her index and middle finger, spread her pussy lips apart, showing her daughter the warm, pink flesh of her inner thighs. Moisture covered her pussy like dew on a flower in the morning, and Mackenzie saw an almost white fluid pouring from her mother's cunt to drip slowly onto the bed. She licked her lips hungrily seeing it, and Janet smiled at her.

"Go ahead, baby—lick it," she said. "I need to be clean so I can instruct you."

Mackenzie swallowed nervously and then leaned in closer to the soft juncture between her mother's thighs. She took a quick sniff of her mother's pussy, inhaling the thick fragrance of her musk, admiring the way her mother's pussy flowered open and the way the semi-clear fluids gathered at the base of her cunt. She cast smiling eyes up at her mother but saw a very disappointed look on her face. Mackenzie's smile faded.

"Mackenzie, you must never hesitate when going down on anyone—man or woman," her mother said. "It's a sign of disapproval."

"I—I'm sorry, Mommy," she said in a scared voice. "All I wanted to do was look. I've never seen a pussy this close before. Yours is so beautiful!"

"So is yours, Mackenzie, but did I hesitate at all when I first licked you?"

"No," Mackenzie said, properly chastised, her voice small. She looked at her mother's pussy again. "I also don't know what it will taste like."

"That doesn't matter, sweetie—the fact is that once you commit yourself to going down on a woman, you do it. No ifs, and, or buts—well, except hers, perhaps. But hesitating shows a lack of respect and love."

"It's not that I don't want to, Mom, but...it's just.... You bore me from this pussy, and I'm still not sure I should touch it sexually."

"Why not?" Janet asked. "I'm giving you permission to do so."

Mackenzie did not have an answer. Instead, she took a deep breath, licked her finger, and pressed it against the fluid pooling at the bottom of her mother's opening. It was warm, wet, and rather sticky. She pulled her finger back, and a thin trail of cum connected it to the soft, pink skin and darker lips of her mother's cunt. Before thinking better of it, Mackenzie snatched it away with her tongue.

It was delicious.

Mackenzie's face shot forward, and she pressed her mouth against her mother's cunt, tonguing her mother relentlessly.

"Slow down, baby," her mother warned her, her loins suddenly going into overdrive with the contact. "Not so fast—at least, not at first."

Mackenzie mumbled something.

"Honey, I've told you not to talk with your mouth full," Janet warned her. "Repeat that, please."

Mackenzie pulled her mouth away, her lips shining with her mother's fluids. "I said, 'You taste so good!'"

Janet laughed at her daughter's enthusiasm. "Then continue enjoying your mother's pussy all night, baby," she said, running her fingers through Mackenzie's hair, messing it up. "You are such a beautiful girl. I'm not sure I'll like the thought of Savage having sex with you after all. Maybe I should just keep you pure, let nothing enter you but my fingers. Ohh, Mackenzie," she moaned as Mackenzie's tongue swiped across her hard clit before it plunged deep inside Janet's pussy. "Mm ... He's going to take his hard cock and push it inside that nice, soft pussy of yours, stretching it and filling it with his baby-making seed. Oh, baby, that feels so good!"

Mackenzie gave her another solid lick and then pulled away. "I'll make sure he wears a condom, Mom," she assured her. "I promise I won't get pregnant." Then she went back to her feast.

"Accidents can happen, honey, but know that if you do get pregnant, your father and I will help you raise the baby—though I'm sure Savage will probably do the right thing by you, as well. I have no doubt of that."

Mackenzie pulled back again, her face shining with her mother's cum. "Do you think he has any kids already?" she wondered as she gently stroked the lips of her mother's pussy with her finger. She outlined her mother's thick labia before running her finger down the center of her mother's cunt. "I mean ... he's known me eighteen years. I'm sure he's had to have at least one by now."

"He has had a lot of lady friends in the time we've known him," her mom admitted, running her fingers through her daughter's hair while Mackenzie's fingers kept dipping into but never quite entering her steaming core. "I supposed anything is possible." She ached her hips forward, hoping to get one of her daughter's fingers into her, but Mackenzie was too quick as pulling them away.

Mackenzie lay down and started eating Janet's pussy again, only this time she took her index and middle fingers and pushed them deep into her mother's wetness. Janet hissed as she felt the intrusive fingers fulfill her need.

"That's it, baby," she told her daughter encouragingly. "Get those fingers in there! Enjoy my pussy!"

Mackenzie fucked her mother with her fingers while her tongue and mouth moved up to suck gently on Janet's clit. Her daughter's mouth was sent fire coursing through Janet's lower body, from her knees up to her hips, and Janet clenched her buttocks as she rode the flames like a surfer. She found herself reaching orgasm much faster than she ever had before. She gripped the back of Mackenzie's head and held her daughter's face against her cunt as her hips started arching in response to her arousal. 

"Baby, your mommy has a habit of squirting sometimes when she's especially hot, and I'm on fire right now," she warned as she ground her cunt against Mackenzie's face. She grated thrice in her arousal. "You might want to close your eyes, baby, but this is something you should definitely experience." 

"What do you—?" Mackenzie looked up at her mother just as Janet screamed and a splash of vaginal fluid flew from Janet's cunt and struck Mackenzie's face and eyes. Mackenzie screamed in astonishment at the suddenness of the stream, and another splash caught her full in the mouth and across her tongue. She coughed to clear her throat of what caught her in the back of the throat, and another brilliant splash of cum went up her nose just as she took a breath. Janet wanted to comfort her, tell her it would be all right, but she could not stop herself. She stuck her fingers between her legs and quickly began rubbing herself, knowing that if she did not get through this orgasm now, she would regret it later, no matter how wet she got the bed and her daughter. Between Janet's legs, Mackenzie continued to cough and choke as more and more cum sprang from her mother's inner thighs.




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"Sorry, baby, but you really turned mommy on!" Janet said, unable to stop rubbing herself. "God, I've never come this hard before in my life!" More and more cum ejaculate from her cunt, splashing across her daughter's face and breasts. The wetter Mackenzie got, the more aroused Janet became. Mackenzie finally got her breathing under control, and she sat up, letting her mother's cum wash over her body in a fine sheen. She rubbed her mother's cum into her flesh, washing herself as if with a liquid soap. This aroused Janet more until she could finally do nothing but collapse against the pillows from sheer exhaustion.

Mackenzie took as much of her mother's cum as she could and rubbed it into her breasts, under her arms, but especially into her own pussy. Her body was soaked in her mother's cream—a feat she would have thought impossible had she even known women were capable of it.

Janet watched tiredly as her daughter bathed herself. Her breathing was erratic and heavy, and the act being performed was so sexually gratifying to her that Janet wondered if Mackenzie realized what it was doing to her mother. But what surprised Janet more was when Mackenzie scooped her cum off the bed and began to spread it into Mackenzie's thighs. How Janet had possibly come so much surprised her. But she did not dwell on it long before her eyes drifted closed and she passed into unconsciousness.

She awoke a while later to find Mackenzie lying on top of her, their bodies pressed incredibly close together and very, very sticky. Janet's clit sprang to life beneath its hood, and she found her body leaking even more cum, as impossible as it seemed. Janet wrapped her arms around Mackenzie's young body and pulled her daughter close. Janet began to cry at the beauty of all she had experienced these past few hours.

Mackenzie woke up when she felt her mother's chest heave and heard the sounds of sadness. "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, wondering if she had done something wrong. She hoped not. If her mother threw her out of bed now, Mackenzie would die!

"Nothing, baby," Janet assured her, kissing the top of Mackenzie's head as she had done countless times in Mackenzie's life. It was a sign of love. "I'm just so happy right now, that's all."

Mackenzie smiled. "I'm happy, too, Mommy. Your cum is all over me."

"Maybe not all over, but it's close," Janet said with a small laugh. "I don't know if I've ever cum so hard in my life!"

"Not even with Daddy?" Mackenzie wondered.

"Not even with Daddy," Janet said, running her hands up and down Mackenzie's back. "Your made Mommy feel, very, very loved tonight, Mackenzie. I'll never forget how you made me feel."

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Mommy?" Mackenzie asked sleepily, rubbing at her suddenly tired eyes. "I don't want to go back to my room and be alone."

"You can stay with me as long as you like, baby," Janet told her. "We have all night to be together."

"I love you, Mommy." Mackenzie laid her head against Janet's breast and closed her eyes.

"I love you, too, my precious," Janet said before drifting off again.



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The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 03



"Mrs. Janet, it's Carlotta with breakfast," the maid's voice came.

"Give me a minute, Carlotta," Janet called to her. "There was a bit of an accident in here, and Mackenzie doesn't have any clothes on."

"Is Ms. Mackenzie all right?" Carlotta asked.

"Other than my pride," Mackenzie called to her.

"Mrs. Janet, please, let me in—there's nothing I haven't seen before," Carlotta called. "Let me check on Ms. Mackenzie."

Janet looked at her daughter, and Mackenzie merely shrugged, showing she was okay with letting the maid in. Janet went to the bedroom door and unlocked it, letting the servant inside.

"Just put the tray on the bed," Janet told her. "Try to ignore the comforter," she added uncomfortably.

Carlotta set the tray down and immediately went to the bathroom to check on Mackenzie. She paused for just a moment when she saw the mess on the floor but quickly sidestepped it to help Mackenzie move aside. The young girl seemed to be all right other than holding her injured bottom. "Are you all right?" the housekeeper asked.

"I'm fine," Mackenzie said, trying to cover her body with her arms but failing in the attempt in her nervousness at being seen naked by Carlotta, who she thought of as a grandmother, though she was no relation. "I just wish I had some clothes on."

"You have nothing I haven't seen since the day you were born, Miss," Carlotta said. "Just sit there and don't move until I clean that up. Then I want to check on you."

"I'll check on her, Carlotta," Janet said. "Just...please clean that mess up."

"Right away, Mrs. Janet."

"I am so completely mortified," Mackenzie murmured to her mother. "I never wanted Carlotta to see me like this!"

Janet smiled. "Hon, I trust Carlotta implicitly. She's seen far more than you could possibly imagine, and she's stuck by us like glue. Nothing that happened here will ever reach anyone else's ears—although, your screaming last night probably took care of that."

"Yes, Ms. Mackenzie," Carlotta said as she started cleaning the floor. "I won't tell anyone a thing that happened here—though, as Mrs. Janet said, you and your mother made enough noise token half the house awake last night. Everyone probably knows what happened."

"Oh...God!" Mackenzie cried, burying her face in her hands. "I'll never be able to show my face again!"

Carlotta smiled and stood up. "I should get the mop from the kitchen," she said. "Go, get your bath before the water gets cold." She shooed them towards the tub. "I'll make sure no one disturbs you."

Janet helped Mackenzie to her feet, and together they slipped into the tub, Mackenzie more gingerly than her mother. Janet pulled Mackenzie back against her, and Mackenzie sighed in relief as her injured posterior connected with so flesh instead of the hard tub. Janet started rubbing her nipples against her daughter's back as they settled in together. Then she grabbed the loofa and started scrubbing the front of Mackenzie's body, starting with her stomach and moving in slow circles around her torso.

"I'm so humiliated," Mackenzie moaned gently, laying her head back against her mother's shoulder. "I'll never be able to live this down."

"It won't be that bad," Janet told her soothingly. "They can just speculate as to what happened. Carlotta knows, but she won't tell another soul unless you tell her to."

"How can you be so sure, Mom? You know what a gossip she is!"

Janet took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Mackenzie turned her head to look at her mom, knowing what she did meant Janet was trying to come to a decision about something. "If I tell you a secret, you have to keep it just between us. Only I, your father, and Carlotta know about this."

Mackenzie's eyes widened. "What happened?" she asked curiously.

"Do you swear?" Janet asked.

Mackenzie held up her right hand, covered in suds. "I swear, Mom."

"All right." Janet started watching her daughter's medium breasts gently. The loofa felt good against Mackenzie's skin, and the gentle way her mother washed her made her nipples harden. It was so much like when Mackenzie was a young girl and her mother washed her, only this was far less innocent. "A few years before you were born," Janet began, "I came home from work at lunch one day. I had forgotten some clothes I need to take to the dry cleaners or something. Anyway, I came home and found your father's car in the driveway. He shouldn't have been home at that hour, so I went in and looked for him. I called his name, and suddenly I heard a noise coming form the kitchen. I went in there and saw your father and Carlotta struggling to pull their clothes back on."

"Oh my God!" Mackenzie sat up and turned to face her mother, the pain in her hip suddenly forgotten. "Dad was having sex with Carlotta?"

"It's the only time in our marriage that he'd ever had an affair on me," Janet said with a small grin. "And he got caught doing it. He was so beside himself. But the thing is, seeing them together, his hard on covered with her juices, I got so turned on. I told them to continue."

"You didn't!"

Janet nodded. "I did. And they did. And then I joined them."

"No way!"

"First lesbian sex of my life, and I was hooked. After we finished, we talked to Carlotta about what happened and we all came to a decision that we had a good time. Carlotta, however, was uncomfortable with what happened and she asked my forgiveness. I forgave her, of course, and we agreed that it should not happen again. And to this day, it hasn't."

"But why did she stay? Why did you keep her if she fucked dad without you knowing?"

"She's a good housekeeper," Janet said, "and it was after that that your father and I started our swinger parties. Carlotta made sure all the guests were invited discreetly, and she helped clean up afterwards. She's kept all of our secrets since then, and we do love her a lot. As for why she stayed, it might do with the tremendous raise we gave her."

"So...every Saturday night when you and dad go out...it's to a swingers' party?"

"Most Saturday nights," Janet said. "We used to have them here until you were born, then we started going to other people's homes who didn't have kids or whose kids were old enough to understand. Now that you know, with your permission, we might start having them here again."

"Would I be invited?" Mackenzie asked.

"Depends on how things work out with Mr. Savage," Janet said, flicking her finger down Mackenzie's nose, getting soap on it. "But that's a discussion for another time. Right now, I just want to enjoy your body for a while longer." She held her arms open, and Mackenzie crawled back into them.

"What about becoming addicted to me?" she asked, nuzzling her mother's lips with her own.

"Honey, I'm so far past addiction that not even Betty Ford can help me." Janet squeezed Mackenzie to her but instantly released her when Carlotta appeared in the doorway. Mackenzie cleared her throat and moved to the other side of the tub.

"Don't let me interrupt," Carlotta told them. "Your breakfast is starting to get cold. Do you want me to bring it in?"

"Please, Carlotta," Janet said. "You can just get the tub tray and put it on that, please."

"Yes, Mrs. Janet." Carlotta retrieved a small tray that would sit in the middle of the tub and set it up between the two women. Then she took the silver tray off the bed and brought it in, being careful of the mess still sitting in the middle of the floor, and set it down for them. She smiled at both women before starting her cleaning duties.

"I didn't realize I was so hungry," Mackenzie said, digging into her bacon and eggs. "I'm starving!"

"Well, when was the last time you ate?" Janet asked, picking up a piece of toast with wet, soapy fingers. She bit into the bread. "Well, solid food, that is?"

Mackenzie smiled and stifled a laugh. "Probably dinner last night," she decided. "I was a bit of a prisoner in your room all night," she whispered.

"You don't have to whisper, sweetie," Janet said. "Carlotta knows everything, remember?"

"I'm sure not everything," Mackenzie said, casting her eyes at the housekeeper. Her face flushed. "At least, I hope not."

"No, but I can guess a few things," Carlotta told her, standing up with the bucket of water and mop in both hands. "Everything's clean, Mrs. Janet," she told her boss. "Just be careful getting out. You really need a carpet on this floor."

"I know, Carlotta—you keep telling us that."

"And you keep ignoring me," the housekeeper responded. "A rug is no harder to clean of pee stains that a marble floor, and it would have prevented Ms. Mackenzie from slipping on her ass."

"Carlotta!" Mackenzie shouted in protest. "Your language!"

Carlotta shrugged. "I sucked your mother's pussy, young lady—I've earned the right to speak my mind."

"Thank you, Carlotta," Janet said, waving her out quickly. "We'll take it from here."

"Will you need anything else?" Carlotta asked.

"Just lock the bedroom door and slip the key underneath, please."

Carlotta nodded and left them alone.

Janet laughed. "That woman..." she said bemusedly, biting off more of her toast. Her face blanched as she bit into some soap bubbles.

"And that's why I use a fork," Mackenzie said before the fork slipped from her soapy fingers and into the tub. "Blast it."

Janet laughed and grabbed Mackenzie's leg under the water, making her daughter squeal and almost sending the tray of food into the water with them. 

"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked. "Lover's choice."

"I want to go out shopping," Mackenzie said. "I want to buy some slutty stuff for Savage."

"No, nothing slutty," Janet told her, holding up a warning finger. "Tasteful, yes—sexy, definitely—but you should never use clothes to sell your body, Kenzie—you are not a harlot. Your clothes should always accentuate but they should never advertise."

"No offense, Mom, but you wear stuff all the time that says, 'Fuck me.'"

"Only when going to a party with people I've already slept with," Janet told her. "And only things your father approves of. I dress for him and no one else."

"So...if I go out with Savage, I should dress as he approves?" she asked questioningly.

Janet twisted her lips thoughtfully. Mackenzie was getting the wrong impression, and she had to make sure that did not happen. "Let's say, for argument's sake, that Savage loves you wearing super-small bikinis that reveal almost everything," Janet began, hoping what she was about to say made sense. "Would you wear that to a fancy restaurant just because he approved of it?"

Mackenzie narrowed her brown eyes at her mother's question. "No, of course not," she said. "First of all, restaurants have a minimum dress requirement—especially fancy ones."

"But what if he owned the restaurant and you could wear anything he said was okay?" Janet asked.

"I still wouldn't wear just a bikini," Mackenzie said. "I'd be completely under-dressed compared to everyone else." Mackenzie picked up some bacon and began to chew thoughtfully on it. "I'd find out what the minimal dress for a normal woman would be and I'd find something that revealed as much of my body as I felt comfortable showing in public. Savage would just have to accept that or stay home and fuck me."

Janet laughed. "And that's the fine line I'm going to teach you about when we go shopping."

"To buy sexy but not slutty," Mackenzie guessed.

"Precisely—and I'll admit that I'm going to go pick out dresses that I want to see you in, but they may not exactly be to Savage's tastes."

"But I'll learn from you and him and make a decision on my own from there," Mackenzie said.

"Precisely."

"So I'm dressing for two lovers," she guessed.

"Unless you're dropping me like a hot potato."

"Never," Mackenzie said. "But do you want Savage to know about us? He might find it a little...weird."

"That's up to you, dear—tell him only what you feel comfortable sharing."

Janet looked at the partially empty tray before picking it up and setting it aside on the floor, out of their way. She held her arms out, and Mackenzie waded into them. Janet's hands slid across her daughter's soapy skin, down to her round derriere, and then she slid a finger through Mackenzie's crack and down to finger her pussy from behind. Mackenzie groaned.

"Will you wash my anus?" she asked her mom. "Will you get it nice and clean?"

"If you wish." Janet kissed her forehead and then started fingering Mackenzie's anus. "Though I don't know how clean I can get it with just my finger."

"Just keep doing what you're doing," Mackenzie told her, snuggling closer, slipping a bit against her mother's heavy breasts. "Any way you touch me is perfect."

Janet smiled. "Perhaps I should call Savage and tell him he's no longer needed..."

Mackenzie sat up, and her mother's finger slipped up to the first knuckle inside her ass. Mackenzie gasped at the unexpected intrusion, but she pushed down a bit harder, taking more of her mother's small finger inside her.

"Careful of my fingernails, honey," Janet warned her. "You don't want to cut yourself."

"Soap's...burning a little," Mackenzie said, pushing herself gently up and down on her mother's finger. "God, is this what sex feels like?"

"This is nothing compared to good sex," Janet told her. "Your mind can be blown."

"It was blown last night," Mackenzie commented, moving up and down, up and down. Janet tried to keep her finger still, not wanting her fingernail to scratch her daughter's lower intestines, but she could not help wiggling her finger just a little bit. She may not be able to penetrate her daughter's pussy, but she was going to take advantage of her ass now that she was inside it. "Mmm...oh, Mommy, your finger feels so good." Up and down, up and down.

"I'm not at a great angle," Janet told her. "I could go deeper if you let me move my arm."

"But then you'd have to take your finger out," Mackenzie said with a frown.

"Rest on my hand and see if you can just move your leg, dear," Janet suggested. "Use me for support."

Mackenzie saw what her mother was getting at and smiled. She took Janet's shoulders, and her mother squared them while Mackenzie drew her left leg up and moved it to the outside of her mother's right arm. As she sank back into the bath, her mother's now-unencumbered finger slipped much deeper into her ass. Mackenzie groaned and adjusted herself, then she swore slightly.

Janet looked at her daughter as she felt what she hoped was gas move past her finger and out of her daughter's body to bubble to the surface of the water. Mackenzie grimaced and looked down in embarrassment, but Janet just chuckled gently.

"Mom, don't laugh," Mackenzie said, feeling her face growing red again.

"Hon, if you can't laugh during sex at least once, you're not doing it right," Janet told her. She pushed her finger deeper, then she placed her thumb against Mackenzie's clit and began to rub it gently. "Don't ever be embarrassed with any of your lovers. Stuff happens."

Mackenzie laughed. "I'm so glad you didn't say the other thing." She hugged her mother and kissed her again. "Thank you."

"For what?" Janet asked.

"For teaching me not to be so stuffy about sex. I always thought it was just...magical—and it is—but it's...human, too."

Janet leaned forward, pressing their breasts together, and kissed her. "That is the most important lesson I could ever teach you. Now, I hate to do this—God knows I do—but if we're going shopping, we need to get going. And the bath is starting to get cold. Gently pull yourself off my finger, sweetie."

Mackenzie set her feet in the tub and slowly pulled off her mother's finger. Her ass felt so empty without it there. "Will you do that for me again?" she asked.

"At some point," Janet promised her. She reached underneath the water and pulled the plug, letting the water start to drain out. She surreptitiously cleaned her finger while Mackenzie turned and reached around the corner of the tub into the cabinet where some white, fluffy towels lay folded. She took one for herself and got one for her mom.

"You really don't understand the idea of sexual pleasure, do you?" Janet asked with a shake of her head.

"What?" Mackenzie asked, not understanding.

Janet moved past her and replaced one of the towels, then she shook the other one open. "I dry you off, and then you dry me off with the same towel, silly."

"Oh," Mackenzie said, feeling like an idiot.

Janet draped the towel over her daughter's shoulders and began scrubbing her back lightly dry. As she moved down, she moved the towel in small, circular motions and she began kissing each place she dried off, taking the bakery-fresh fragrance still clinging to her young body. Mackenzie's body trembled as she wondered how much more she could possibly take without forcing her mother to the floor and just raping her. The thought sent a flash of warmth zinging between her legs, and Mackenzie squeezed her thighs together to try and quench her lusts. She was beginning to understand what her mother had meant by addiction.

Janet moved the towel down to Mackenzie's bottom, and she repeated the same circular motion there, gentle enough to cause the short hairs on her body to rise. Janet wrinkled her nose and said, "You know, we really need to shave your legs, hon."

"Is it that time already?" Mackenzie asked, looking down at her legs and seeing the hairs there sticking out like cactus needles. She had been too busy concentrating on her mom's pussy to think about her own legs.

"It's getting there," Janet said, running her hand down her daughter's bare leg and feeling rough hairs brush her palms. "Do you want to sit down and let me do it for you? You want to be hair-free when you have sex with Savage for the first time."

Mackenzie sighed. "I guess we should, don't you?"

Janet smiled. "Anything to look at that beautiful pussy of yours again, my lover." Her violet eyes flashed. "Sit, and I'll go find my best razor."

Mackenzie sat down as her mother stepped out of the tub and carefully moved across the marble floor on her wet feet. "I hate to admit that Carlotta was right, but we do need rugs on this floor."

"Don't slip," Mackenzie begged her.

"If I do, come and sit on my face until the paramedics arrive," Janet said, throwing her a smile.

"Mom! You're incorrigible!"

Janet made it back from the shower on the other side of the bathroom with her razor and shaving cream. She handed them to Mackenzie and then carefully got back into the bathtub. The water was cooling off but still warmer than the air in the bathroom. She knelt between her daughter's spread thighs and ran her finger gently from the bottom of her slit to the top.

"So beautiful," she said. She started shaking the aerosol can. "I've eaten a lot of pussy in my time, but yours was the best. Then again, you probably take after me in that respect."

"I hope I don't take after dad," Mackenzie said with a grim expression.

Janet smiled. "I don't want to toot my own horn, but I know I taste damn good compared to a lot of women I know. Keeping your vagina clean is the key to good tasting sex."

She pumped the cream into her hands and lathered it up before running her hands over the length of Mackenzie's legs, covering them completely with the white foam. But she didn't stop there and kept her hands moving up her daughter's sides to her underarms. "Might as well get everywhere," she said. "We'll start with your underarms."

"I've always wondered why women shave under their arms but men don't," Mackenzie said as she lifted her right arm. "I mean ... we still have to wear deodorant. It's not like taking the hair away takes the smell away."

"It's a matter of cleanliness," her mother told her. "Do we have to? No! Is it just some marketing ploy to sell razors and shaving cream? Definitely! But there's also a matter of cleanliness where I'm concerned. Other women may not feel that way. If you don't fee that way, I'll stop right now. Savage should take you however you want to be, not some idealized sense of what you should be. But as I said, personally, I feel icky with hair growing all over me, so I'll shave until the day I die."




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Mackenzie smiled. "I do feel kinda gross, too," she admitted. "I don't need to shave to feel good about myself, but it does help."

Janet ran the razor gently down Mackenzie's armpit and rinsed if off under the tub's faucet. Then she ran the razor up and across, careful not to accidentally cut her skin. After rinsing again, she ran the razor over once more before patting the underarm dry with a towel. She felt the skin of Mackenzie's underarm, causing her daughter to giggle.

She repeated the same process on Mackenzie's other underarm before turning her attention to Mackenzie's legs and bikini area. She stared at the soft skin between her daughter's thighs, and her hips jerked forward with the sudden need to feel something—anything—between her legs. She cleared her throat and rinsed off the razor.

"Anything wrong, Mom?" Mackenzie asked. Sitting naked before her mother, covered in shaving cream, the young eighteen-year-old wanted nothing more than to squeeze her thighs together. Her mother had tantalized Mackenzie's underarms while she shaved them, and Mackenzie could imagine her mother doing nothing more than kissing the newly barren flesh. She was honestly not sure her pussy could take that same kind of loving attention right now. She was so turned on.

"Nothing, sweetie," Janet said, smiling up at her. "Spread your legs for me, darling."

Janet began shaving her daughter's legs carefully, staring near her feet and working up. She worked in small strokes to avoid nicking the skin. She was proud of Mackenzie for remains still during the process. Janet ran her hands lovingly over her daughter's skin, checking for any stubble that might remain and removing it if needed.

Then she turned her attention to Mackenzie's thighs, forcing her daughter to spread her legs wider. Her slit flowered open before Janet's eyes, the soft petals revealing the hole that had never been penetrated, and Janet's eyes widened just slightly as the saw that her daughter had truly never had sex before. Janet could not help staring at it as she worked, watching it leak her daughter's fragrant, yummy cream. She was so turned on. Janet was happy to know she was turning her daughter on! That thought caused Janet to moan softly, and she wondered ever so briefly if she could just quickly put her fingers inside her daughter and feel around inside her cunt. 

Before she could stop herself, the fingers of her left hand pushed forward towards the dark opening, and the clit hiding beneath the folds of Mackenzie's pussy sprang immediately to attention as if reading her thoughts. Mackenzie groaned as she watched her mother's fingers move towards her, and she arched her hips slightly, welcoming them.

Janet's fingers shot forward, but at the last moment she changed their direction from her daughter's dripping hole to her clit, which they squeezed gently. Mackenzie gasped at the contact, and she squeezed her thighs together, making the contact greater. Janet groaned as she felt her own body release, and her pussy juice splashed across the tub's basin. What delighted her more was that Mackenzie's splashed across her stomach and pussy.

Mackenzie drew her head forward and looked down at her mother. Janet saw a slight look of disappointment in her eyes, but beneath it all was an understanding love. Janet returned to her task of shaving Mackenzie, putting aside further thoughts of penetrating her. She would not do it. She could not. Mackenzie wanted first penetration to belong to Mr. Savage. Janet would respect that wish. But damn, her fingers were going inside her daughter after Savage left!

After shaving Mackenzie's thighs, Janet spread her daughter's legs to work on her pussy, but Mackenzie drew them closed. "I think I want to grow the hair between my legs again," she said, and Janet could not miss the slight fear in her daughter's voice caused by what had happened just moments ago. Janet merely nodded in acquiescence.

"I'm sorry," she said sadly.

"For what?" Mackenzie asked, and the question showed that Janet was truly forgiven for her lack of judgment. But would Mackenzie have forgiven her had Janet plunged her fingers deep inside her, ripping past the skin that protected her virgin opening? Janet had seen the evidence—she truly had never had sex.

"Do you need shaving?" Mackenzie asked her, drawing her mother's thoughts back to the present.

"I shaved last night before the party," Janet said, standing up in the tub. She turned to move past Mackenzie and get out, but Mackenzie grabbed her ass and pressed her face into her mother's loins, letting her tongue play gently with the lips nestled between her legs. Janet dropped the razor and cream into the tub with a loud clang and speared her fingers through her daughter's hair, holding her face against the V between her legs.

"I can't let you go," Janet whispered, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "God, Mackenzie...I just can't let anyone else have you. Your pussy is mine—forever!"

Mackenzie drew her head back and looked up at her mom. Her face shone with her mother's cream. "I would never deny you my pussy, Mom," she told her. "You can penetrate me...just not right now."

Janet looked down at her daughter and stroked her face. "Please forgive me my lusts," she begged.

"Nothing to forgive," Mackenzie said, giving her loins another quick kiss. "We should probably go shopping, though, and put some clothes on before something happens."

"I never thought I'd hear a more depressing thought," Janet said, stroking Mackenzie's hair. "But you're right.... You're right."

Janet stepped out of the bathtub and walked over to a phone sitting on her bathroom vanity. She picked up the receiver, and a voice on the other end immediately answered. "Carlotta, bring Mackenzie some clothes from her room. We're going shopping. Thank you." She turned to look at Mackenzie, who stared at her mother's glorious nakedness. "Carlotta is bringing you something to wear."

"Thanks, Mom," Mackenzie said. "I wondered how I was going to get to my room—though I do still have my clothes from last night," she remembered.

"You could have also worn a towel, darling, but I just need to see you naked for a few more minutes. I'm just afraid I'll never get to be with you like this again after things return to normal."

"Things will never be normal between us again, Mom," Mackenzie told her. "I'll always be your lover."

Janet collapsed against her vanity, her legs barely supporting her. "My daughter...my lover," she said with a smile.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 04



Chapter Four 

Destiny 

Mackenzie wrapped a fluffy, white towel around her young body and tucked the corner in the cleavage of her breasts after a knock came on her parents' bedroom door. Her mother did the same, and Mackenzie felt a small pang of jealousy when she saw how much deeper her mother's cleavage was than her own. It may have been stupid to feel that way, but she wondered what larger breasts might have been like. Then again, hers weren't exactly small, either. 

Her mother moved past her and into the bedroom where she unlocked the door. "Thank you, Carlotta," Mackenzie heard her mother say. "These will be perfect, but you can take these away—she won't need them until we go shopping. I don't think Mackenzie has ever been properly fitted, which is my fault." 

"As you wish, Mrs. Janet. Should I just put them back?" she asked after a second. 

"No," Janet said, and Mackenzie heard her voice drop to a whisper that she could not hear. Mackenzie felt her stomach grow nervous, and she placed her hand on it to try and settle it down. She was so nervous that she jumped when Janet suddenly appeared in the doorway again. 

"Clothes are here," she said, stepping back into the bathroom. "Are you all right, honey?" she asked, seeing the shaken expression on Mackenzie's face. 

"You just startled me," Mackenzie said, giving her a grim smile. "I'll be all right, Mom." 

She took a step, and her legs collapsed beneath her. Janet shouted her name and grabbed Mackenzie before she could completely fall to the floor again. Instead, Mackenzie fell partially on top of Janet, her towel falling loose and flying away from her while Janet's did the same. Mackenzie's breasts fell partially against her mother's, which squirted milk over them both as Mackenzie's body pressed against them. 

Both women laughed at their predicament. They held each other for a few minutes as they tried to calm down and get over the shock of what had just happened. Mackenzie's hand fell innocently between her mother's legs, and she began unconsciously rubbing her mother's pussy. 

"Careful, Hon," her mother warned her gently. "I really don't want to have to get another bath right now." 

"Sorry," Mackenzie said. She pushed herself up. "I guess I am getting too familiar with you." 

"Nothing wrong with lovers being familiar with each other, honey. But we do need to get going before the day gets away from us. We have an appointment that we have to keep." 

Mackenzie pushed up on her arms and looked at Janet with a startled expression. "An appointment?" she asked in confusion. "When did you make that?" 

Janet shrugged and reached out to gently cup her daughter's breasts and push her away. "Months ago," she said. "Today has put a slightly different twist on things than I was expecting, though." She sat up and with Mackenzie's help gained her feet again. "Your clothes are on the bed. I guess I'll have to probably see about a new comforter, considering mine is going to take a while to clean. Thankfully, my dry cleaner is very discreet." 

Mackenzie walked into the bedroom and was shocked to see the stain covering her mother's bedspread. She knew her mother had come last night, but she had no idea if had been that widespread. The normally pristine white comforter was almost completely covered by a yellowish dry spot. 

Then her eyes fell on the clothes Carlotta had brought her—a simple black and white, V-necked shirt that was backless other than a small strap to hold it in place. It was a shirt Mackenzie wore only when going out with her girlfriends when she wanted to get the boys staring. It was a shirt she could not wear a bra with. Carlotta had also brought a pair of Mackenzie's cut off jeans shorts that Mackenzie herself had cut even shorter in the legs. 

"Mom, are you serious?" Mackenzie asked, holding up the thin material of the shirt against her chest. Even now, her hard nipples dented the soft material. 

"I always thought you looked cute in that shirt," her mom said. "Besides, I want to see your nipples today." 

"You definitely will, along with everyone else," Mackenzie said uncomfortably. 

"But that's why you bought that top, isn't it?" Her mother shrugged and went over to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a nice blouse, along with a pair of white panties and a white bra. She pulled the bra's shoulder straps over her arms, settled her breasts in the cups, and expertly closed the hooks behind her back. Then she stepped into the panties and pulled them up over her slim hips. 

"Where's my underwear?" Mackenzie asked, noticing a distinctive lack of underthings in her size. 

"Hopefully being burned," her mother said. 

"What?" Mackenzie exclaimed with wide, brown eyes. "Mom!" 

"Don't worry, dear—we're going shopping for more today," Janet said. "And this time, I'm going to make sure it's properly fitted to you—no more slutty, wrong-sized underwear for you." 

"Slutty? Mom, I buy my underwear at Victoria's Secret!" 

"Yes, and you won't anymore," her mother told her vehemently. "I don't care what it costs, my daughter is not going to wear the same underwear that everyone else does. You should be a trendsetter, not a trend-follower. I have a special place I get my underwear made, and you're going to start shopping there, too." 

"You have special underwear made?" her daughter asked. "I didn't know that." 

"You'll love her," Janet said. She picked up a watch off her dresser top and slipped it over her wrist, checking the time. It was getting late! "And we need to get going! Get dressed!" she ordered her naked daughter. 

"Mom, these shorts are digging into my pussy," Mackenzie protested as she buttoned the front closure of the jeans and drew the zipper up. "Why can't I at least wear panties?" 

"Because I don't want to offend Destiny's sensibilities," Janet told her. "Now put your top on!" 

"D-Did you say . . . Destiny?" Mackenzie asked as she pulled her top on over her head. "As in Destiny LaMont, the exclusive designer who everyone in Hollywood wants to wear and whom she turns down?" 

Janet paused to think about that then said, "One and the same. She's been dying to get her . . . tape measure around your curves." She gave Mackenzie a telling grin. 

"B-But how does she know about me?" Mackenzie wondered. 

"I emailed her that picture I took of you naked last night," Janet said simply. "Sorry, Hon, but you'd have to take off your clothes for her anyway," she told her daughter, whose face turned fifteen shades of red. "At least this way you know she wants you as a client. Most people leave her shop in disgrace when she turns them down in person." 

"Really?" Mackenzie had heard some stories about the exclusivity of Destiny's clients, but she had no idea that the designer was a prima donna. 

"Oh, yes," her mother said with a smile. "If your body offends her even the slightest, she will never take you as a client." 

"And Hollywood starlets' bodies offend her?" 

"Some of them do, yes." 

"But mine doesn't?" 

Janet laughed. "Not in the least, lover!" 

"Sweet," Mackenzie said with a pleased smile that made her insides warm and gooey. 

"Very." 

Mackenzie spun around for her mother. "So, how do I look?" 

Janet licked her lips. "Good enough to eat." 

After putting her shoes on, Mackenzie and Janet left her bedroom. Mackenzie realized it was the first time she'd left since the previous night. She had entered her parents' bedroom their daughter and left as her mother's lover. The thought sent a flash of heat through her pussy and made her clit sing. 

They found Richard in the living room watching television, and he looked up at their unexpected entrance. His eyes went wide when he saw what Mackenzie was wearing, and he stood up to get a better look at his beautiful daughter. He saw her face flush a light pink as he openly stared at her tits, and her nipples grew and hardened beneath her top. With each step she took, her heavy breasts giggled freely in the deep V of her top. 

"H-Hi, D-Daddy," she said, her voice stuttering nervously as he stared at her unabashedly. 

"If you don't mind my saying so, you look drop dead gorgeous, baby," he said, unable to take his eyes off her sexy body. "I hope your mother realizes how lucky she is." 

Now Mackenzie did blush. "Don't say stuff like that, Daddy," she said with a grimace, pressing her thighs together, the rough material of her jeans shorts rubbing her slit. "I'm not wearing underwear." 

"And you shouldn't say things like that," Richard said, feeling his cock stir in his pants. He cleared his throat and turned back to his television before quickly adjusting himself. "Where are you two off to?" he asked. 

"To see Destiny," Janet said, smiling at her husband, knowing the thoughts racing through his mind. They mirrored her own. "We shouldn't be long, but you know how she gets with new clients." 

"Don't remind me," he groaned, sitting down again with a bit of difficulty. "We were there five hours getting you fitted!" 

"Well, she did keep turning me on, Hon, and then you got involved," she teased. 

"Mom! Who are you taking me to see?" Mackenzie demanded as her mother started pushing her towards the door. 

"Someone I hope you'll enjoy," her mother said. "Bye, Richard—we'll be back before supper!" 

"You hope!" Richard called, giving them a wave. He reached down to adjust his hard cock again then unzipped his pants to start stroking himself. "Damn, I need to get laid again." 

***** 

The girls hopped into Janet's stardust pink Lamborghini Aventador and took off for Beverly Hills and Destiny's shop. The Joneses did not live in Beverly Hills itself, considering it too overdone, but they lived in another suburb where the not-quite-as-rich-and-famous lived called Shadowmoor. It was a better community with people who were more like them, where they could have their sexual adventures without the paparazzi getting in their faces about it. 

The roar of the engine sent a tingling thrumming between Mackenzie's inner thighs. She had ridden in her mother's car a lot when they went to the mall or just out and about, but for the first time she felt the engine purr like a great cat. She understood for the first time why her mother enjoyed this car so much. It was a quiet car, but the power of it made even Mackenzie's clit ache for the power it promised. 

And the color of the car made her feel like such a little princess! 

They drove through the streets of Los Angeles to Rodeo Drive and parked near Destiny's!, the shop that sat on one of the corners. As they walked toward the shop, Mackenzie noticed a lot of people staring at them, most with unabashed jealousy in their eyes. Her mother's high heels clicked loudly on the sidewalk, which just increased her sexual strut. Mackenzie could not help but look at her mother's legs and ass clad within her jeans, equaling the looks of all the men whose attention her mother was drawing. Several women slapped their husbands or boyfriends who couldn't take their eyes off the young girl or her mother. 

Mackenzie felt her nipples push harder against the fabric of her top, the blood engorging them to the point that she thought they were going to burst! Her nipples had never been so hard as they were right now, and her pussy was suddenly ravenous. She began to wonder if not letting her mom stick her fingers inside her cunt had been such a good idea after all? 

"Mom, I really wish I was wearing underwear," Mackenzie whispered softly. 

Her mother smiled. "Enjoy it, honey," she said. "You're a woman in the prime of your youth. Let them drool. You'll think fondly on this when you're older and starting to sag a little bit." 

Mackenzie took a deep breath and straightened her back, thrusting her young, heavy breasts forward, the nipples displayed proudly beneath the white and black of her top. If they were any harder, she was afraid they were going to cut their way through the light material. She had never been so aroused. 

As they approached the door to Destiny's!, a young woman wearing a tuxedo outside the door held it open for them and welcomed them inside. They entered a building where the temperature had been set to almost uncomfortably cold, and Mackenzie actually felt her nipples tighten further. She looked at her mother when Janet swore softly, and Mackenzie saw that the front of her mother's blouse had grown wet with released milk. 

"Welcome to Destiny's," a young girl behind a desk greeted. She looked pityingly at Janet and came over with some tissues, though both knew it would not truly be enough to help. Still, Janet appreciated her thoughtfulness. "There's a bathroom right over here, Mrs. Jones," she told Janet, indicating where the bathroom was. "You know Ms. Destiny likes to keep the building cold." 

"I forgot how cold," Janet said, taking the offered tissues. "This is my daughter, Mackenzie. She's here for a fitting today." 

"Yes, Ms. Destiny will love her," the receptionist said. "I'll take her up if you'd like to freshen up." 

"That will be fine," Janet said. "Mackenzie, go with her and do everything she says," her mother instructed. 

"Everything?" Mackenzie asked, looking the young woman over and enjoying what she saw. The receptionist was a young blonde girl with pretty blue eyes wearing a tuxedo much like the girl outside, though the receptionist's revealed far more of her slim thighs and all of her dark stockings. 

"Everything," Janet said with a smile. Then she headed for the bathroom. 

"Follow me, Ms. Mackenzie," the receptionist said. "My name is Helen. I'll be preparing you to meet Ms. Destiny." 

"Why do I have to prepare?" Mackenzie asked curiously. 

Helen smiled. "Ms. Destiny likes the women she meets to be . . . suitably attired." 

Helen led her up some stairs to a group of dressing rooms. She entered one with Mackenzie and closed the door, even though there did not seem to be anyone else in the building at the moment. Then Helen boldly took Mackenzie's top and started unbuttoning it. She opened the top and stared at the young girl's breasts. She flicked the nipples with her thumbs, seeing how they reacted. Mackenzie jumped at the unexpected familiarity. 

"You have beautiful nipples," Helen said, eyeing her dark, hardened peaks. "The tips almost look like they're ready to pop off with the slightest touch." She squeezed each nipple between her thumbs and forefingers. Mackenzie gasped and arched her hips forward. "Oh, yes, Ms. Destiny will love these. Do you mind?" she asked, lifting Mackenzie's left breast. 

"Mom said to do whatever you asked," Mackenzie said. "I just don't want anything going inside my pussy. I'm giving myself to a very special man, and I want his cock to be the first thing to enter me." 

"We'll abide by all your wishes," Helen said before lifting Mackenzie's nipple and capturing it between her lips. She whisked the hard pebble gently with her tongue, and Mackenzie felt her knees weaken to the point that she almost collapsed. Helen caught her under her ass, though, and supported her as she caressed the nipple with her teeth. Then she sucked on it for a few moments, driving Mackenzie to the point of deliriousness. 

Helen smiled as Mackenzie's hands slipped into her hair, holding the slightly older blonde to her breast. As she suckled, Helen unbuttoned Mackenzie's shorts and slid the zipper slowly down. She felt intense heat as she slipped her hand inside and cupped Mackenzie's soft flesh. The young girl hissed and trapped Helen's hand between her thighs. 

"Don't enter me," Mackenzie begged her, feeling the tip of Helen's middle finger slide slowly through her slit. 

Helen released her breast. "But I can get you ready," Helen said, teasing Mackenzie's opening. "It will make your first time so much more pleasurable." 

Mackenzie released her and glared down at the blonde. "If I did not let my mom put her fingers in my pussy, what makes you think you can?" she asked nastily. "Nothing goes inside until Randall Savage's cock." She pulled Helen's hand out of her pants. "Understand me?" 

"My, you've got quite a bite to you." Helen ran her finger under her nose and then slowly licked the small amount of cum clinging to it with her tongue. "I'll make sure Ms. Destiny understands that you have limitations." 

Mackenzie grabbed Helen's arm and jerked the beautiful blonde closer, their lips inches apart. Helen breathed, and Mackenzie inhaled the sweet aroma of her breath before claiming her lips. Helen did not resist as Mackenzie slipped her tongue into her mouth and forced the receptionist to take her breasts. Helen squeezed Mackenzie's tits, thumbing the pebble-like nipples again. Mackenzie broke the kiss with a loud smack and stared into her eyes. 

"See that she does," Janet's daughter said breathlessly, pushing her away gently. "I want to leave here with no doubt that my virginity is intact." 

Helen pulled Mackenzie's pants down her long legs and pushed her back against a stool, forcing the young girl to sit. Helen spread her legs and opened her vaginal lips wide. She nodded in satisfaction. "Oh, yeah, you're still quite the virgin. You've never used a tampon?" she asked. 

"Didn't want to risk it, so I used other things," Mackenzie told her. 

"Smart girl. I just can't believe you've never done it before with anyone." 

"Never felt the need until now." 

"And now you're going wild, aren't you?" Helen pulled Mackenzie to her feet. "Leave your shoes on, because the floor can be cold." She pushed the top off of Mackenzie's slim shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she took each of her legs and helped her step out of her pants. Nodding in satisfaction, she said, "I'll take you to meet Destiny now." 

"What about my clothes?" Mackenzie wondered. 

"You won't need them," Helen said. "Destiny wants you quite naked." Then she looked around and said, "But not quite. Come with me." 

Helen led Mackenzie out of the dressing room and to another room across the hall. She unlocked the door with a key and led the young woman inside. Mackenzie gaped when she saw what lay inside. The room was filled with mirrored cabinets with glass shelves supporting jewelry so brilliant it was almost blinding. Red rubies sat embedded in gold; blue sapphires sat in silver; and diamonds sparkled brilliantly. Jewels of every kind sat grouped together in earrings, bracelets, and body-piercings the likes of which Mackenzie had never seen. 

"You look like a diamond in the rough," Helen told her. "Any jewelry in here you are free to wear while you are here. Destiny likes her clients dripping in jewelry." 

"They're all so beautiful," Mackenzie said, feeling her heart swell as she gazed at them all. She picked up a pair of diamond earrings and watched them sparkle brilliantly in the room's light. "I . . . I don't know what to choose." 

"Then let me choose for you," Helen said. "Sit, please." 

She walked over to the diamonds and picked up a pair of dangling, chandelier earrings and presented them to Mackenzie. She looked back and forth between the young woman and the earrings and finally decided they were the ones. Helen undid the back and knelt before Mackenzie, placing the stud in her ear and securing it with the clutch. Mackenzie felt how heavy the earring was and felt the length brush her shoulder. But Helen's smile told her it was the right set of earrings for her. Mackenzie held her head straight so Helen could attach the second. 

"That's a good start," Helen said, looking at the two earrings. 

"They're pulling on my earlobes," Mackenzie said, tugging on one gently. "They actually kind of hurt." 

Helen's mouth pulled down in a frown. "Well, that's not good. You can't enjoy your time with Destiny if you're hurting." She quickly undid the backs of the earrings and pulled them out, much to Mackenzie's relief. In their place, she found two small studs that sparkled just as brightly but which the young teenager did not complain about. She smiled at Helen. "All right then. If I can't drape your ears, I'll have to drape the rest of you. You, my dear, are going to sparkle like a showgirl." 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 04



"Don't tease me," Mackenzie told her. 

Helen just shook her head. "Let's get started." 

She started with Mackenzie's neck, locking a thick, diamond-studded collar around her neck. From the collar hung a long string of diamonds that fell gently between her breasts to just above her bellybutton. Next, she locked two silver bracelets to her wrists that had diamonds running at a diagonal angle around the bodies; then she locked similar ones around Mackenzie's ankles. Then she wrapped a long string of diamonds around Mackenzie's waist, locking it there and letting it fall to gently rest on the young girl's wide hips. Finally, she attached diamond-studded pasties to Mackenzie's breasts in a circular pattern around her nipples, just on the edge of the areolae. Mackenzie moaned as Helen pressed the diamonds against her already sensitive flesh but did not touch her nipples once. 

And Mackenzie's nipples needed touching. She had never known the joy of having her nipples stroked until last night. Sure, she had touched her nipples many times, and she had gotten them hard, but that was nothing compared to feeling her mother touch them last night and this morning. The difference had been almost shocking—in fact, it was quite shocking—just like having her mother touch her pussy felt so different from the few times she had touched herself. Again, Mackenzie did not know why it was so different, but it was, and it was a feeling she never wanted to go without again. Manual stimulation was nothing compared to mutual. She would never touch herself again if she didn't have to—she would leave that pleasure up to someone else, always. 

She took a deep breath as Helen placed the last pasty in place, causing the blonde's thumb to brush against her nipple. With everything she had been through that morning already, Mackenzie felt wetness drip from between her legs and land on her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. 

"No more of that," Helen said, stepping away. "Save it for Destiny." 

"She has sex with her clients?" Mackenzie asked. 

"Why do you think she's so particular about who she designs for?" Helen's pale eyebrows arched quickly. "Now, one more thing, I think." She turned back towards the shelf and retrieved a stunning diamond tiara, which she placed gently on Mackenzie's forehead and clipped into her hair. Helen took a step back and let out a soft wolf-whistle. "Oh, yes, Destiny will love you." 

"She looks like a princess," Janet said, coming into the room. She was naked herself, and Mackenzie looked at her questioningly. 

"They sent my clothes out to be dry cleaned," Janet told her. "It was so cold that my nipples tightened and the milk just flowed. But that's all right—Destiny will want to see me naked, too." 

A pang of jealousy crossed Mackenzie's eyes at her mother's words. Who was this Destiny that would get to see her beautiful, sexy, vivacious mother naked? Why did she get the right to that when Mackenzie herself had only just gotten to see and touch her mother's naked body for the first time last night? Shouldn't Mackenzie's mother have allowed her daughter more time with her before giving herself to another lover? Before Mackenzie could stop herself, she flew towards her mother and wrapped her in a tight, warm hug, pressing her jewel-covered body against her mother's naked one. 

"You can't have anyone but me," Mackenzie whispered softly in Janet's ear, her voice filled with jealous rage. "You're mine, Mom, and you're Dad's—you can't have anyone but us." 

Janet pulled back from her daughter at her words and glared at her. "How dare you say such a thing to me," Janet said, her voice filled with sudden ire. "You have no right to say who I can and cannot take as a lover, do you understand me? Now turn around and bend over." 

Janet had always believed in punishing a bad child. It was something that had kept Mackenzie from being a spoiled brat growing up. She had respected her parents because they believed in spankings. They never went too far, but they did believe in five hard swats on the bottom to keep a child in line. Most of their friends with children were horrified at the thought of spanking their children, but Mackenzie was also far better behaved than their children were. Still, Janet had not threatened to spank Mackenzie in almost ten years. 

Mackenzie gulped and did as her mother said, bending over and displaying her naked ass to her mother's ire. Mackenzie felt her heart rate increase, but from fear and not sexual excitement. She closed her eyes and waited. 

The first swat of her mother's hand struck her right cheek, and the popping sound it made filled the small room. Mackenzie cried out with the sudden pain coursing through her behind. Then the second swat landed on her left cheek, and again the young girl cried out, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She had been wrong—that she knew beyond a doubt. But did she deserve to be publicly humiliated like this? 

The third swat came, and Mackenzie nearly lost her balance. Helen caught her, though, and smiled down at the young girl. She held Mackenzie's shoulders as Janet delivered the fourth swat. Mackenzie stared up at Helen but saw that the young blonde was not going to stop Janet from delivering the punishment. Mackenzie gritted her teeth and waited as Janet delivered the final swat. 

Helen released Mackenzie, and Mackenzie turned around to look at her mother, tears spilling from her eyes as her bottom stung. Then Mackenzie flew into Janet's arms again, and she said, "I'm sorry, Mommy—I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me." 

"Nothing to forgive, sweetie," Janet said, stroking her daughter's hair and back gently. "You know our rules—once punishment has been dealt, the crime is forgotten." She pressed her lips to Mackenzie's again. "But that doesn't mean you have the right to tell me who my lovers should be." 

"Never again," Mackenzie said, her voice soft. "I don't know what came over me." 

Janet laid her hand on Mackenzie's shoulder and moved her hand up to stroke her neck comfortingly. "Jealousy, my sweet," Janet said. "You've never had to face it before, but now that you know the love of another, you'll have to face it constantly." Janet moved her hand down the front of Mackenzie's body to her breast and laid her hand over her daughter's heart. "But if you always trust this, you'll know beyond any doubt who you should love." 

Mackenzie reached up to take her mother's hand. "I love you, Mommy." 

"I love you, too, my precious baby," Janet said with a warm smile. "I always will. Now, shall we go meet Destiny? After all, she will need to see you in order to start making underwear for you." 

Mackenzie shifted her feet a little and squeezed her thighs together. "Mom . . . I don't know if I'm ready for that or not. You said I should trust my heart, and my heart is telling me . . . I don't know about this." 

Janet's lips pulled down in a frown. "Why not, precious?" 

"Because I just don't know . . . if this is right for me. It may be for you, and that's fine, but. . ." 

"But what?" 

"But I'm a mall girl, and I like buying my clothes at the mall. I don't want someone else dictating what I should wear, what colors might be right for me. I'm honored that Destiny wanted to see me and design for me, but . . . I don't know if I'm ready for that. I just had sex for the first time last night, and I'm not sure I'm ready to take another lover right now. When Savage arrives tomorrow, I want to be ready for him, and I think taking another lover before I even take him will show a lack of commitment on my part." 

"Commitment?" Janet asked. "Precious, you have to take what you want in life. Take as many lovers as you can before you grow too old." 

"That's the thing, Mom—it may be all right for you, but . . . I don't think it's all right for me. Right now, the only thing I want more than anything else is to feel Savage have sex with me. I want his cock between my legs as much as I want your tongue. But I don't really want anyone else's tongue at the moment. If I choose another lover, I want it to be my choice, not yours, and not someone else's. I appreciate what you tried to do for me today, but . . . I just want to go shopping at the mall."  

Janet let out a despondent sigh but gave her a smile. "You are indeed growing up, my child," she said. "And you are right that you have to make these decisions yourself. I should not make you take multiple lovers just because I desire it. We'll go to the mall, we'll go to Victoria's Secret if you really want that, and we'll buy you all the new underwear that you want, even if I don't particularly like it." 

Mackenzie threw her arms around her mother and held her close. She kissed her mother on the lips. "Thanks, Mom. It's what I want." 

Janet shook her head. "I did raise you rather headstrong, didn't I?" 

"Just a bit," Mackenzie said, holding her thumb and index finger close together. She turned and looked at Helen. "Sorry for all the trouble, but . . . I don't think I'll be needing the jewelry now." 

Helen sighed. "So much effort for nothing—oh, well, at least I got to sample your body a bit. Destiny will be sorely disappointed, though." 

"I could change my mind," Mackenzie said. "Later, that is." 

Helen shook her head. "If you leave now, she won't see you again," the receptionist said. "She's a bit of a prima donna." 

Janet looked at her daughter. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" 

Mackenzie shook her head. "No, and I'll accept the consequences." 

Janet nodded. "Very well, then." 

She helped Helen remove the jewelry from Mackenzie's body, paying close attention to her daughter's nipples as she took the pasties circling her nipples off. Helen went to get Mackenzie's clothes and a change of clothes for Janet, and the teenager and her mother dressed quickly. 

As they were leaving, Mackenzie took Helen's hands. "Please tell Destiny I'm sorry," the young girl said. "I'm just. . ." 

"She won't be happy, but she'll understand," Helen said. "She would never force herself on anyone." 

"But I still won't be able to get underwear from her?" Mackenzie asked. 

Helen shook her head. "I'm afraid not. She's . . . strict." 

"What about my mom?" 

Helen nodded. "Oh, yes, your decision has not affected her status at all." 

Mackenzie laid her hand over her heart and sighed. "Thank goodness—I think she might have not gotten over that one." 

"No, I would not," Janet said. She slipped her arm around her daughter's slim waist. "But we need to go shopping, I'm afraid I had all of her underwear and intimates destroyed, so I need to replace them." 

Helen took Mackenzie's hands again. "Good luck to you, Mackenzie." 

"Thank you." 

Mackenzie and her mom left Destiny's.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 05: Shopping



Thanks to Devilgirlxvii for her help with this! 

***** 

The Enchantress and Her Heart 

Chapter Five 

Shopping 

Against her mother's better judgment, their next stop was the Mall of Shadowmoor, which serviced the community of Shadowmoor and the surrounding area. Janet pulled her car up to the entrance and tipped the valet generously before giving him her keys. He barely noticed, though, with his eyes glued to Janet's daughter and what she was almost wearing. Mackenzie caught him staring and gave him a small wave before she and her mom entered the mall. She knew he'd be remembering that smile all day. 

Their first order of business was lunch. Having not eaten since breakfast that morning, both women were famished. Mackenzie felt so naughty walking through the food court with her pizza and Mountain Dew while wearing no underwear. She knew her mother was upset with her over everything that had happened at Destiny's, but Mackenzie had suddenly become uncomfortable with the thought of having someone else touch her. It may have been strange, especially with the amount Helen had been fondling her during the whole process, but Mackenzie had suddenly just wanted to leave and go home. She had wanted her mother to hold her and no one else. She wanted to be home now, but getting underwear was a priority. 

And she hoped she could find something sexy to wear for her mom. 

She stopped dead as she walked toward the table her mother sat at. Mackenzie pondered what she had just thought about. She wanted to find something sexy to wear for her mom. Not Savage. Not the man she wanted to have sex with. She wanted something for her mom. 

How messed up was that? 

I don't know what to do, Mackenzie thought. I want Savage, but I want my mom so much more. How could I want her more? She's my mother! I shouldn't want her! 

She looked at her beautiful mother, sitting there with her salad and bottled water, and Mackenzie felt a deep yearning in her pussy. Her pussy lips engorged and wrapped themselves around the crotch of her jeans shorts. No, she should not want her mother, but every part of her did. 

She walked toward her mother, the material of her jeans shorts rubbing against her pussy lips uncomfortably. She set her tray down and adjusted her pants quickly before sitting across from her mother, noticing a few older ladies staring at her with disgust. 

"You know you won't be able to eat like that forever," her mother said with a smile. "You look good now, but that can turn to fat so easily." 

"I'll worry about it later," Mackenzie said, having heard her mother say that before. "But you could plump up a little and still be devastating." 

Janet laughed. "Flatterer." 

"It's true, Mom—then again, I could still love you even if you were five hundred pounds." 

"Ugh, don't even think that," Janet said with disgust. "I'd have to kill myself." 

"Don't you dare even joke about such a thing," Mackenzie warned her. "You're my mom, and I'm going to love you no matter what." 

Janet reached over and took Mackenzie's hand, giving it a squeeze. "I'm sorry I spanked you," she said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening in. 

"It's okay," Mackenzie said. "I actually kind of enjoyed it." 

Janet arched a dark eyebrow. "Oh, really?" she asked in amusement. "Well, maybe I should just punish you again when we get home." 

"I think I might enjoy that," Mackenzie said, feeling her heartbeat quicken and the crotch of her jeans shorts moisten. 

"Mackenzie!" she heard a voice shout from across the food court. Mackenzie looked around and spotted her friend, Danica, waving to her, the girl's arms laden with shopping bags from various stores. She was a cute girl with long, platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and dark glasses. She hated the glasses, but they were all she could wear. She had tried contacts, but something in the contact solution irritated her eyes. At least, that was what she said. Mackenzie had a feeling she just did not like sticking anything in her eye. 

Mackenzie waved to her in acknowledgment then was horrified when she saw her mother waving Danica over. 

"Mom! What are you doing?" Mackenzie hissed. 

Janet gave her a queer look. "She's your friend, isn't she?" her mother asked. "Besides, maybe we can have a little fun with her." 

"Mom!" Mackenzie hissed but could say nothing more as Danica plopped down in a chair beside her and dropped her bags. 

"Why didn't you call me and tell me you and your mom were coming to the mall today?" Danica asked. "We could have me up earlier! As it is, my mom and I are on the way home!" Danica hugged her friend. "I have missed you so much since school recessed for Christmas!" 

"It's only been two days, Danica—and you text me all the time!" Mackenzie said. 

"Speaking of which, I've been texting you all night—why haven't you responded? I left like a hundred messages!" She showed her phone to Mackenzie. "I even texted you about meeting me at the mall today! Why didn't you answer?" 

"That's my fault, Danica," Janet said, stepping in quickly, having a story already planned for such an eventuality. "I took Mackenzie's phone away from her until Monday. I demanded she spend time with her mother because she ignores me all the time." 

"Oh, so this is like mother-daughter time?" Danica asked, looking at her friend, barely noticing that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I understand that. My family is going to Disneyland for a week. I get to watch my brother sulk for seven days because Disneyland isn't what the cool teens do anymore. I don't know what his problem is. I love Disneyland." 

"Hi, Janet—hi, Mackenzie!" 

"Laura!" Janet stood up and put her arms around Danica's mother, giving her a big hug. Laura dropped her bags and gave Janet an equally big hug, and Mackenzie could not help but notice that Laura's hand rubbed her mother's back in a more than friendly way. It wasn't enough to betray anything to an untrained eye, but Mackenzie saw the gentleness of the touch. She had experienced such a touch by her mother several times in the past twenty-four hours. Then again, her mind was stuck in lust-mode, so she could have just been seeing things. "I was hoping to see you. Please, sit down." 

"I can't," Laura said, picking her multiple bags back up. "Danica, we really have to go. I completely forgot that I had a tennis date with Mrs. Fincher and I'm going to be so late as it is. I won't have time to take you home. You'll have to spend a couple of hours at the country club with me." 

"Mom," Danica whined gently, "I don't want to wander around the club while you play tennis. Besides, you know Michael isn't working today, so I'll have no one ogle." 

"We can take her home, Laura," Janet said quickly. 

"Mom," Mackenzie said, knowing how small her mother's car was. "We don't have room." 

"I'm sure we can work something out, sweetie," Janet said, giving her daughter a knowing smile. "Besides, you two need to see each other today." 

"Mom," Mackenzie said, her voice constantly growing softer and more growly every time she said the word. She knew exactly what her mother was up to and didn't like it one bit. She did think Danica was beautiful and sexy, but Mackenzie did not want her that way. 

"Oh, I see," Laura said softly, a smile spreading across her red lips as she saw the sexy clothes Mackenzie was wearing and her noticeable lack of underwear. "Yes, I think they should spend some time together today," she agreed. "Are you sure you don't mind taking her home, Janet?" 

"Not if you don't mind," Janet said, eyeing Danica. "It will be a little cramped, but I think we can make it home safely." 

"Have fun, you three—just not too much fun," she whispered in Janet's ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek. She turned to leave. 

"Mom, you're leaving me here?" Danica asked in surprise. 

"Mrs. Jones is going to take you home, dear," Laura said. "Just do what she says until then." Laura gave her daughter a small wave through the handles of her bags and walked away. 

"You could always go to the club," Janet told Danica. 

Danica sighed. "Not today," she said glumly. "I'll be bored." She stood up suddenly. "Oh! I guess I should take my bags to the car so I don't take up so much room in yours! I'll be right back!" She picked up her bags and dashed off after her mother. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" Mackenzie asked after she was gone. "We don't have room to take her in your car!" 

"We do if you two are very friendly," her mother said with a grin. 

"Mom!" 

"You're saying that word an awful lot," Janet said. "It's really turning me on. Besides, you need the opinion of another girl your age when you're buying your underwear today. Just take her into the dressing room with you and...have a little fun with her." 

"Mom, Danica is my best friend—I'm not going to sleep with her, especially in a public dressing room!" 

"My, I thought you were more fun than this," Janet said in disappointment. "The girl I slept with last night certainly was." 

Mackenzie's brown eyes flew wide. "Oh, my God—what is wrong with you?" 

"What's wrong with you?" Janet asked. "First you sleep with me; then I go through all the trouble of taking you to Destiny, and you refuse to sleep with her; and now you're refusing to sleep with that beautiful girl?" Janet jerked her head in the direction Danica had disappeared. "I'd be between her legs in a heartbeat!" 

"She's my best friend!" 

"Who better to take as a lover?" Janet asked. "Laura and I are best friends, and we sleep together all the time!" 

"Mom!" Mackenzie hissed. 

"Sweetie, you have to take what you want in life," Janet said, "and I've never regretted anything I've taken. Your father and I have a healthy, happy marriage because we do not have to sneak around behind each other's backs when our sexual urges ignite. Most people have affairs and end up getting divorced and having broken marriages. You are one of the lucky girls whose parents are still together, and we have no intention of breaking up. You should be thankful for that." 

"I am," Mackenzie said softly. 

"And Danica's family is the same way," Janet continued. "Her mother and I get together twice a week—" 

"Oh, my God—your lunches?" Mackenzie demanded. 

"Yes, and we have a good lunch, too. Laura has very delicious milk." 

"I'm not hearing this," Mackenzie said, covering her ears. "Oh, my God, Mother—I don't know you and dad at all!" 

Janet smiled. "Yes, you do—you've known all along, Mackenzie. It's just starting to make more sense now. The Saturday night parties once a month; the lunches with Laura; and that's just the beginning." 

Mackenzie's eyes grew wide as saucers. 

"You are probably the only girl at your school who doesn't have a boyfriend, Mackenzie, and while your father and I asked you not to have sex, that doesn't mean you couldn't have done other things to keep a boy happy. If you're sexually unsatisfied, it's not our fault. You have a mouth and an ass that would make any boy weep for joy. They certainly make me feel that way." 

"I'm not going to sleep with Danica!" she protested softly. 

"Who said anything about sleeping with her?" Janet asked. "I just want you to fuck her and have a great time doing it!" 

"I'm not hearing this!" Mackenzie said, pushing away from the table. 

"I know you want to spread my legs again," Janet said. "Why are you acting so outraged? It's not like you haven't slept with your mother! My milk is still inside your belly, little miss, as is my cum. Don't act like it isn't," she hissed gently, so no one could overhear. 

"I love you, Mom, and I want to sleep with you again, but...you're doing it to me again! I don't want to sleep with Danica just like I didn't want to sleep with Destiny!" 

"You got to meet Destiny?" Danica threw herself into the chair beside Mackenzie and leaned close. "What was she like? Is she as beautiful as everyone says? Is she going to make underwear for you?" 

"I didn't get to see her," Mackenzie said, pushing back from her friend. "I don't know what she's like." 

"She didn't reject you," Danica said, looking her friend over. "Not in that outfit." 

"No, I rejected her," Mackenzie said haughtily. 

"Oh, sweetie—every girl we know would give their virginity to have her make their underwear for them! I know I would!" 

"Give her a call," Mackenzie said, rolling her eyes; "I'm sure she'll be happy to have you as a client." 

Danica lowered her head and looked down at her lap. "No, she won't—she didn't like my glasses, and you know I'm blind as a bat without them. She wouldn't take me as a client," she said sadly. 

"That bitch," Mackenzie spat angrily. She put her arms around her friend, hugging Danica close. Danica's arms went around her back, and Mackenzie felt an electric jolt run up her spine as her friend's hands touched her bare flesh. She felt her clit harden inside her pants and rub enticingly against the rough material. Mackenzie hugged Danica closer, silently cursing her mom for putting thoughts about her dear friend in her head. "She had no right to make you feel bad about yourself, sweetie. I like your glasses. I always have." 

"I hate them," Danica said sourly. "I wish I could wear contacts." 

"You're so beautiful either way, honey," Janet told her. "But the glasses give you a special...look. Mackenzie's right—you look good with glasses." 

"Thanks," Danica said, trying to pull away from Mackenzie, whose hands were roaming over her back in a way that was making Danica slightly uncomfortable. "Um...Mackenzie...?" 

"Sorry," Mackenzie said, releasing her friend. She gave her mother an I-told-you-so look. 

"So, Mackenzie and I are going underwear shopping," Janet told Danica, quickly changing but not changing the conversation. "Would you care to join us? I was thinking you might be able to provide some advice to my daughter on what looks good on her." 

"Sure," Danica said with a shrug, looking Mackenzie over with a smile. "I wouldn't mind seeing her model some underwear." 

Janet gave Mackenzie an I-told-you-so look. 

"Good!" Janet declared. "Then let us finish up our lunch and we'll head over to Victoria's Secret." 

They finished lunch quickly, Mackenzie's mind going over all that had been said and hinted at. What had Danica meant by what she said? Was her mother right in that she was a secret lesbian whore just like Mackenzie was turning out to be? No, not Danica! Then again, would that explain so much to Mackenzie that she had never been able to make sense of? 

She remembered that time at her sixteenth birthday when Danica had come burst into Mackenzie's room when Mackenzie had been in the middle of changing into her swimsuit for the pool party. Danica had acted like she didn't know Mackenzie was dressing when she certainly had—after all, Mackenzie had told her she was going to change—though, Mackenzie hadn't exactly locked the door, either. Mackenzie remembered that, at the time, she was hoping Bobby Williams would come in to see her. But instead of Bobby, she got Danica, so Mackenzie had asked if Danica wanted to change with her, but Danica had said no and quickly left. 

Mackenzie shook her head. She was overthinking things, she knew. Her mother had planted an idea in her head about Danica hoping it would take root, and it certainly had. No, Danica was not interested in her, just as she really was not interested in Danica. They were friends, but that was all—there was nothing more to it than that. 

Mackenzie's eyes shifted to look at her friend as they walked side-by-side down the mall towards their destination. Danica was letting her hair grow out, and it was now just past shoulder-length where just a few months ago she wore it in a rather cute pageboy cut. She was a lot thinner than Mackenzie, her body not having anywhere near the same amount of curves. Today she was dressed in a simple white blouse and short skirt, and strappy slippers graced her feet. She was definitely going casual, because even in school she wore platform heels that gave her an additional two inches to her height. Mackenzie liked Danica being shorter than her. It made her cuter. 

As for herself, Mackenzie stood tall at five-foot-nine. It allowed her to carry a few extra pounds without really showing it, except in her breasts and hips, which her mother said were gorgeous. Mackenzie didn't really work out except for what they did in school. For now, weight didn't seem to really stick to her. She feared for the day when it would because her entire eating habit would have to change. That she did not relish. She liked her pizza, hot dogs, and Mountain Dew. She was a bit of a junk food junky, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it. Some of her friends could not understand why she liked to eat meat when, as they said, it was so cruel to animals; to which Mackenzie responded, "Don't worry—I'm a member of PETA: People Eating Tasty Animals," which usually got her a lot of surly looks. Again, she did not care. 

Mackenzie's mother had always taught her to do what she wanted, no matter what anyone else said. She did not mind if Mackenzie was an activist as long as Mackenzie did it for something she believed in, not something that her friends said was socially relevant. "The problem with social relevance," Janet told her once, "is that what is relevant today may be proven irrelevant tomorrow. Look at Global Warming. No one has said for a fact that mankind has any impact on it at all. They forget to look at the fact that the world goes through stages. After a Heat Age, the world heads into an Ice Age. And after an Ice Age, the world starts to get hot again. And we had a mini-Ice Age back in during the Civil War, so the world might just be going through a mini-Heat Age now. I don't want to blame humanity for something that could just be a natural cycle of the Earth. If you want to, do the research and make your own decision on the matter. Just make sure whatever you do that no one gets harmed in the process. You don't want to be labeled an Eco terrorist." 

Mackenzie had done research, and as her mother said, nothing could be proven one way or another, so Mackenzie decided to mark it as irrelevant until true, scientific facts could support it one way or another. And that freed up her time for more shopping and her non-existent social life. 

She guessed it wasn't so non-existent anymore. She'd had sex—with her mother. She'd taken a bath with another person—her mother. And she felt true, perfect love—again, with her mother. But Randall Savage would be coming, and he was coming to see her. Fuck her. And maybe—just maybe—her social life would take off for a change. After all, even if Savage just sleeps with her and leaves, maybe her mother and father would start taking her to their parties, where she could find new lovers. 

Then again, maybe she could just take Danica to bed and start a new social life among her own peers. 

Mackenzie's finger reached over to touch the side of Danica's hand, and Danica looked over at her and smiled before taking Mackenzie's hand in her own. She could not help but notice the taller girl's nipples harden with the gesture, and Danica's own responded beneath the soft cups of her bra. Danica cast a quick look over her shoulder at Mackenzie's mother and saw her trying to suppress a smile. This encouraged Danica, who held Mackenzie's hand tighter. 

They entered the Victoria's Secret, and the fragrance that greeted them from the adjacent perfume shop was almost overwhelming. Mackenzie felt her head swim a little as the fragrance washed over her nose, and she would have stumbled had Danica and her mother not caught her. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 05: Shopping



"You all right?" Janet asked. 

"Yeah, just...something came over me," Mackenzie said with a smile. "Maybe just excited about getting new underwear." 

"Get as much as you need," her mother said. "Danica, why don't you help her while I look around. She needs bras, panties, chemises, the works." 

"All right," Danica said. 

"Hi, may I help you today?" a salesgirl asked, approaching the three women. 

"I need a bit of everything," Mackenzie told her. 

"And she needs a proper fitting," Janet told the salesgirl. 

"I'll be glad to help her with that," the girl, Veronica, said. 

"Ronnie?" Mackenzie asked, recognizing the girl from school. "I didn't know you worked here." 

"Just started yesterday," Veronica said. "Come with me to a fitting room, and we'll see about getting you measured. You'll be my first, so I might need a bit of guidance, if you don't mind. We want to make sure you're properly fitted." 

Mackenzie followed Veronica into the back, and the salesgirl put her into a fitting room. 

"I'll be right back—I want to get my manager to make sure I do this according to our standards. Go on in and get undressed." 

"I'll wait out here," Danica said, pointing back to the store. "Might get a bit crowded in there." 

"Don't go," Mackenzie said, looking at her pleadingly. "This is going to be a little weird." 

"Ronnie's here," Danica said. "She's your friend, too." 

"But she's not the one I want," Mackenzie said but was interrupted as Veronica and her manager returned. 

"So, do you needing a fitting?" the thirty-something manager asked. "We'll be glad to help you with that. Come on, Veronica. We can all fit in here. Excuse us, dear," she said to Danica as she and Veronica moved past and into the dressing room. They shut the door behind them for privacy. 

Mackenzie removed her clothes, and the manager was a bit shocked—as was Veronica, who could only stare at Mackenzie's breasts—to see she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. The manager, Cathy by her name tag, wrapped a pink tape measure around Mackenzie's body at what appeared to be her band size by the light tan lines on her body. She showed Veronica the measurement and had her write it down. Then she did the same at the fullest part of Mackenzie's bust and took down that measurement, too. Then the tape measure slid down Mackenzie's body to her waist and her hips, and both measurements went on the piece of paper. 

"That should do it," Cathy told her. "Get dressed, and we can start looking for your underwear. After we find a couple, try them on to make sure they fit." 

"Thank you," Mackenzie said with a smile, giving each of them a hug. Cathy stiffened as the naked young woman hugged her, but she put her arms lightly around Mackenzie's waist before quickly releasing her. Then Mackenzie hugged Veronica, who gave her a brief, tight hug that did not linger. Mackenzie pulled her top and pants back on and followed them back into the store. 

"Success?" Janet whispered in her ear as Mackenzie emerged back into the storefront. 

Her daughter raised a questioning eyebrow. Then she smiled. "I hugged both them while I was naked," she said. 

"And...?" 

"And what?" Mackenzie asked. "Did you expect me to just do them both in the dressing room?" 

"No, I expected you to do all three of them in the dressing room," Janet said. 

"Mom!" 

"Don't start that again," Janet said, holding up a warning finger. 

"Keep in mind, the more people who touch my pussy, the more chance I have of accidentally having something put in me before Savage's cock goes into me." 

"And the less people you have touching your pussy, the less chance you have of achieving total sexual satisfaction before you commit yourself to one man." 

"I'm not going to commit myself to one man, Mother," Mackenzie whispered. 

"You say that now, honey, but I know you very well." Janet brushed back her hair. "You want Savage because you want him...forever. I saw the way you looked at him at your sixteenth birthday party, and that is not the way a girl looks at a man for just a casual encounter. And you saved yourself specifically for him. I know you've done everything in your power to make sure you don't damage your virginity. You don't even use tampons." 

"My hymen could still be gone, Mom." 

Janet took Mackenzie's face in her hand and leaned in to kiss her, forgetting where they were for a moment. She pulled quickly back. "It's not," her mother whispered softly in her ear, and Mackenzie's face burned red. 

"How do—?" 

"Tell Savage to be very gentle, my darling, when you make love to him." She leaned in to give Mackenzie a kiss on the cheek. She looked around quickly before kissing her daughter on the side of the mouth. She pulled away when a woman walking by outside the store stopped and stared at her for a moment before hurrying away. 

"Let's get your clothes and get out of here," Janet said quietly. "But I really think you should fuck Danica before we leave." 

Mackenzie nodded gently, barely acknowledging the comment. She cast her eyes over at her friend and was suddenly unsure of everything in her life at the moment. So much had happened so quickly, and things were still tumbling out of her control. It had only been a day—not even that—but Mackenzie had live more in that one day than she had ever thought possible. The thought of taking Danica scared her and thrilled her. She did not know what to do. She did not know if she was capable of what her mother wanted her to do. 

There was a difference between taking Danica here, in public, and taking her in a party situation like her mother and father had been going to since Mackenzie turned fourteen—and apparently had been to before she was born. Mackenzie rejoiced in her newfound sexuality, but she was not sure how much she could do before it became uncomfortable for her. She was afraid her mother did not see that because she was so open already. Mackenzie did not know if she could be that open—or if she truly wanted to be. 

Mackenzie moved away from her mother and walked over to a table striped with bras of different colors and designs. She started looking for her size and picked out several that she liked, some plain in color and some with flowery designs. She also picked out several panties to match. Those she gave to her mother to hold while she took the bras with her to the dressing room. Danica started to follow her, but Janet took her hand to stop her. She knew Mackenzie needed some time alone to think. 

Mackenzie stepped into the dressing room and took off her blouse. She stared at herself in the mirror now that she was alone. She placed her hands on her hips and turned from side to side, looking at her body and how her breasts hung from her chest, how her hips and buttocks flared beneath her jeans shorts, and how her waist curved. Her body was a tad overweight, she supposed. Her breasts would shrink if she just cut back on the pizza; her waist might tighten up more if she lost the little bit of love handles she had; and her hips and butt would tighten up with a bit of exercise. Still, she trusted her mother's judgment that she was beautiful, and there was not much she could do before Randall Savage arrived tomorrow. 

She just hoped he liked her as much as she was hoping. The fact that he was actually coming to see her was a great ego boost for her. But she wondered if she was the type of woman he liked? Or did he prefer girls with tattoos? What about girls who had their nipples pierced? Would she change her body just for him? No, no she would not, she decided, running her fingers through her hair and doing a pinup pose before the mirror. He would accept her as she was—completely—or she would tell him to get lost. She had to be herself, first and foremost. If she lost that, she would no longer be the girl her mother had raised her to be. 

Determined, Mackenzie brought her hands down and picked up the top bra. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and hooked it behind her back with little difficulty. She adjusted her breasts within the cups and looked at herself again. The bra held her breasts aloft, giving her cleavage without looking like they were spilling out anywhere. She turned and looked over her shoulder, seeing the bra was hooked on the first set of hooks. It wasn't too tight or too loose. It was actually the best fit for a bra she'd ever had. 

Amazing. 

She quickly tried two more, finding they fit just as well. She put her top back on and grabbed her new lingerie before heading back to the front. 

"How do they fit?" the store manager, Cathy, asked when she emerged from the back. 

"Perfect," Mackenzie told her. "Thank you for the fitting." 

"I love fitting girls as beautiful as you are," Cathy said. "It's such a pleasure." 

Mackenzie smiled. "I have more shopping to do," she said. "I'll call if I need help." 

"Please do." 

Mackenzie found her mother and Danica over by the hanging racks, looking at chemises and teddies and other romantic lingerie. Mackenzie felt her knees weaken as she thought of what she should wear for Savage tomorrow, what might please him. Then Danica held up a white, knee-length chemise against her body, and Mackenzie found herself suddenly on the floor. 

"Mackenzie!" Janet screamed, rushing over to her daughter. Danica quickly hung the chemise back up and came over as well. 

"Sorry," Mackenzie said, shaking her head. "I think...I think I'm just. . ." She looked at Danica with her cute glasses and her pert, full lips. Mackenzie licked her lips, wanting to taste those lips. She was hungry for those lips. She was hungry to see what Danica looked like naked. God, she was turning into such a slut! Could she just...do Danica right here, right now? 

"You all right?" Danica asked, reaching out to stroke Mackenzie's hair. 

"Yeah," Mackenzie said, brushing her hand away. "I just. . ." She looked at her mother. "I guess I didn't get much sleep last night." She yawned. 

"Do you want to go home?" Mackenzie's mom asked. 

Mackenzie nodded. "Let's just get what I've chosen and go," she said. 

"A few more things," Janet said. "I'll get them." 

Mackenzie watched her mother pick up a few coat hangers with a couple of teddies and some chemises, along with a few other items of lingerie, then she went over to the counter to pay for them all. Mackenzie sat up with Danica's help, and Danica put her arm around her shoulder. Mackenzie hesitated for just a moment before she slid her arm around Danica's back, making sure her palm grazed Danica's right breast and nipple as she did so, acting like it was an accident. Danica did not seem to notice—and if she did, did not seem to care. 

"You're sure you're okay?" she asked. 

Mackenzie nodded, and with Danica's help, stood up. They approached the counter as Janet swiped her Victoria's Secret card and paid for the purchases. She may have gotten her lingerie from someone else, but she used to shop there herself long ago. Veronica thanked her for her business and handed her a couple of bags. Then she looked at Mackenzie. 

"See you at school after the break," she said, and she briefly pursed her lips in a kiss that only Mackenzie saw. 

"Ready?" Janet asked, giving a couple of bags to Danica. "We'll take you home, first, Danica," she told the girl. 

"Mom won't be home for a few hours," Danica told her. "Mind if I come home with you two for a while?" 

"I don't care," Mackenzie told her mom. 

Janet smiled. "We'll call your mom on the way and let her know where you'll be," she told Danica and they left the store. 

They drove to the Jones house, sticking to the speed limit as much as possible. The last thing they needed was for a cop to stop them and discover Danica crouched down on the floor between Mackenzie's legs. The car was not meant for more than two people, so the ride home was a bit uncomfortable. 

After arriving, Mackenzie opened the door and got out before helping Danica to her feet. They grabbed the two-dozen, pink-and-black-striped bags of various sizes and stumbled towards the door. Mackenzie's pussy was burning, and she knew she had cum sliding down her inner thighs as she thought of having Danica at their house for several hours. She was still nervous about approaching her, but at least she was more comfortable with the surroundings. 

Richard Jones looked up when he heard the commotion at the door and stood up to help as his wife, daughter, and Mackenzie's friend, Danica, all stumbled inside, their arms full with Victoria's Secret bags. He laughed and said, "I hope you didn't buy out the store!" 

"We might have, but Mackenzie wasn't feeling good," Janet said. "Neither of us slept well last night." 

"And where did Danica come from?" he wondered. 

"She was at the mall with her mother," Janet said as Danica took a few bags from her. She and Mackenzie disappeared up the stairs to her bedroom. Janet watched them leave and took her husband by the arm, leading him away and into the living room. She plopped exhaustedly down on the couch. "And she'll be staying until her mother is done playing tennis. Hopefully, by the time she leaves, Mackenzie will be feeling much better." 

"Much better?" Richard asked, arching a thick eyebrow. 

Janet nodded slowly and smiled up at him. "And hopefully when Randall Savage arrives, he'll make her feel right as rain." 

Richard walked around the couch and sat down next to his wife, taking her into his arms. His hand went immediately to her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And what about me?" he asked, and Janet watched his cock tent his pants. "You took our daughter to bed. Do I get a chance?" 

Janet looked at him with a dreamy expression on her face. "That has to be her decision, my love," she said. "What happened between her and I last night was...completely unexpected and unplanned. Besides, would you truly want her if she didn't want you?" 

"No," Richard said, kissing the top of his wife's head. "I can fantasize, but she must want me completely. If she doesn't, I'll just have to fuck you and pretend you're her." 

"Oh, Daddy, would you like to fuck your little girl?" Janet asked in a soft, little-girl voice, rolling over on top of him and straddling his crotch. His dick was hard now and pressed needfully into her. "You wanna fuck my sweet, innocent, virgin pussy?" 

"God, yes," he said, running his hands down her sides, his thumbs grazing her breasts. "Yes, baby girl, Daddy wants you so much." 

Janet laughed and reached down to grab him between her fingers. He jerked as she touched him. "Daddy, you wanna put this big, hard cock inside my little pussy?" 

"Yes," he grunted, arching his hips. 

Janet leaned in. "Call me her name," she whispered. 

"Oh, Mackenzie, I wanna fuck you, baby!" he cried, grabbing Janet's ass as he stood up. "I wanna fuck your pussy. I wanna take your virginity and show you what a real man is like!" 

"Fuck me, Daddy," Janet said, giving herself over to the part as she wrapped her legs around him. "Fuck your little girl and make her come!" 

They turned to rush upstairs, Janet still in his arms, and Richard stopped short when he saw a handsome man with short brown hair and blue eyes standing in the doorway to the living room. Carlotta was standing next to him, a rather shocked expression on her face. An amused look sat on the face of the man. 

Richard released Janet, and she gained her feet as she turned around, her face growing red. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the man said, his grin growing broader as he saw the obvious hard-on tenting Richard's pants.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 06: Danica



Thanks to everyone who has been reading my story. This has been a real labor of love for me, and I hope you are feeling the same way. I'm going to try to get chapters out a bit quicker in the future, but you know how life gets in the way. There is an end to this story, though, so don't think you're reading for nothing. 

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Chapter 6 

Danica 

Mackenzie led Danica into her room, dropping her packages carelessly on the floor as she stumbled for her bed and crashed onto it. She felt exhausted—far more tired than she thought she should have, but considering all she had been through last night, this morning, and early this afternoon, Mackenzie felt like she could sleep for a week. Her eyes drifted closed, and she instantly felt sleep beginning to overtake her. 

She heard the door to her room close and a moment later felt the bed dip as Danica moved to lie down beside her. Mackenzie felt Danica's arm slide over the small of her back, and her friend pressed her body against Mackenzie's. There was nothing sexual about the maneuver. It was just one friend offering warmth and comfort to another. Mackenzie smiled and snuggled against Danica. 

"You're exhausted," Danica told Mackenzie, seeing how sleepy she was. "My mom won't be here for a couple of hours yet. Do you mind if I stay and watch you sleep?" 

"I can't imagine anything more boring than watching me sleep," Mackenzie said, fighting back a yawn. 

"I wouldn't find it boring at all," Danica said, starting to rub Mackenzie's back gently. "And you look like you could use the sleep." 

"Would you take a nap with me?" Mackenzie asked. "What I mean is—!" she started to say, but Danica laughed. 

"I'd love to," she said, squirming on the bed a little. The prospect was making her hot. She squeezed her thighs together and wiggled her tight ass back and forth. "On one condition," she said, feeling her heartbeat starting to increase. 

"What's that?" Mackenzie asked, opening her eyes a little to look at her friend. 

"You sleep in only a bra and panty," she said. "I'll do the same." 

"Danica!" Mackenzie said with a laugh. "I haven't even washed them yet!" 

"All right," Danica said, running her hand up under the band of Mackenzie's shirt; "then how about we...both sleep naked?" The question came out much easier than she was expecting, and Danica felt her panties grow wet at the thought. Her stomach also trembled as she waited for Mackenzie's response. 

Mackenzie smiled at her friend and nodded. "But you have to take my clothes off and put me to bed." 

"You have a deal," Danica told her. 

"Go lock the door so we aren't disturbed." 

Danica hopped off the bed and quickly locked the door to Mackenzie's room, ensuring that they would not be disturbed without someone first knocking. She turned, looked at her friend laying sexily on the bed, and felt her clit throb in anticipation of seeing her naked. She had always thought Mackenzie had a sweet body, and while she had never really given any thought to having sex with her, she had always wondered what she might look like naked. Mackenzie always seemed to have the most amazing body with the best-looking breasts of any girl in their school. Now Danica was going to find out just how amazing. 

"Roll over onto your back, Mackenzie," Danica said, her voice trembling nervously. "I want—". Her voice cracked as her throat suddenly went dry. She tried clearing it, but that actually made it worse. Danica pressed her lips together and forced moisture into her mouth. 

"You don't have to be nervous, Dani," Mackenzie said, pushing up onto her hands and knees. She turned towards her friend, and Danica saw her large breasts swinging freely beneath her. She had unbuttoned her top while sitting up. Mackenzie's dark nipples were hard, aching. She sat back on her calves and pulled her top off, tossing it carelessly aside. Her hands went to her breasts and lifted their weight, her nipples popping out between her index and middle fingers. "We both want you to suck my nipples. Come and do it—make me happy to be a woman!" 

Dani felt her legs shaking as she approached the bed. She was so nervous. Her knees were literally jelly as she climbed toward the half-naked girl perched in the middle of the maroon-colored bedspread. She lived in a state and a town where gays and lesbians weren't just tolerated, they were celebrated, yet the only thing she could think about as she scooted closer to Mackenzie was what her friends would think should they ever find out. 

Mackenzie closed the small distance between them and slipped her fingers under the hem of Danica's blouse. Her fingers trembled nervously as they touched Danica's stomach, and Danica laughed nervously, glad to know she wasn't the only one. 

"H-Have you ever ... been with a girl before?" she asked Mackenzie. 

"I hadn't been with anyone until last night," Mackenzie confessed. Her face grew red as she said, "My mom and I made love last night—please don't think I'm weird or messed up!" she cried, wondering what Danica had to think of such a confession. 

"You and your mom?" Danica asked questioningly. She was really not sure what to think about that. Lesbianism was one thing—incest was something completely different. But she decided she didn't really care, as long as Mackenzie was happy. "What was that like?" 

Mackenzie smiled dreamily. "I can't describe how perfect it was," she said. "I've never been so ... aroused—well, until now, that is. You're turning me on quite a bit. I'm dripping cum." She took Danica's finger and made her friend touch her between her legs through the leg hole of her shorts. Danica almost snatched her finger away at the aggressiveness of the move but forced herself not to. Instead, she stroked Mackenzie's swollen lips, feeling how slick they were. Mackenzie had also shaved, she noted, which made everything slicker. 

"Let's take these off," Danica suggested, feeling her stomach tremble in excitement again. "I want to see you naked." 

"Nah uh," Mackenzie said, tugging her friend's shirttail further up her body. "Not until your shirt is off. I've been dreaming about your breasts since we entered Victoria's Secret." She pulled Danica's finger away from her cunt and brought the finger—wet with her own cum—to her lips and licked it gently. Danica's entire body trembled as Mackenzie's tongue wrapped around her finger and pulled her own cum gently into her mouth. Mackenzie moaned gently. 

"Is it good?" Danica asked her. 

Her friend smiled. "You'll just have to find out. But first ..." Mackenzie motioned with her hands, indicating that Danica should lift her arms. She did, and Mackenzie whipped her shirt off over her head, tossing it into a far corner of the room as far from the bed as possible. She let out a soft whistle when she saw Danica's breasts held within the tight confines of her white bra. She scooted closer and spread Danica's knees before pulling Danica into her lap. Mackenzie wrapped her arms around Danica's smaller body and pulled their bodies tight together, smashing her naked breasts against the rough lace of Danica's bra. Mackenzie arched her back and rubbed her sensitive nipples back and forth against the fabric, causing her nipples to harden and forcing Danica's to poke against the bra's soft cups. 

Mackenzie felt nervous holding her friend this way. They were almost naked together, something she had never been with anyone she knew, not even the gym showers at school. Mackenzie had always opted to wait until she got home to shower. She had seen several of her friends naked as they showered, but she had never thought of them sexually until now. Now she held one in her naked arms, their breasts touching, their navels pressed together. Mackenzie felt her wetness run from her body like a river, coating the crotch of her jeans shorts, her labia filling with blood. 

"Before we start," she said to Danica, "I need you to promise that you won't put your finger inside me. Nothing's ever gone inside my body before—not even a tampon—and I want it to remain that way." 

"Really?" Danica asked, her lips pulling down in a frown. "So I can't even put my tongue inside you?" 

Mackenzie shook her head. "This is important to me—so very important." 

Danica looked away. "Honestly...I'm not sure how ready I am to lick you...there," she admitted. "When I touched you...I was a little uncomfortable. I think I want to take things slow. Can we just take a nap together and see how things go from there?" 

"Still naked?" Mackenzie asked hopefully. 

"Completely," Danica told her. 

Mackenzie nodded. "Let's take our clothes off. But I can't promise I won't play with your nipples." 

Danica felt her nipples harden at her words, pressing into her bra's cups. She nodded. "They're yours to play with—as is the rest of me. I'll be your toy for as long as you'll have me, Mackenzie. I want your tongue everywhere—especially between my legs. Suck me, lick me, put your tongue deep inside me—I don't care. I'll respect your wishes, but you don't have to be careful around me." 

"Have you had sex before?" Mackenzie asked. 

Danica shrugged in her arms. "When I was fifteen, I gave myself to Steven McCormic. He and I were seeing each other at the time. I broke up with him afterwards." 

"What happened?" Mackenzie asked. Her hands stopped roaming Danica's back when she heard the sadness in her friend's voice. 

Danica shook her head. "I guess he hurt me when he entered me, and the sex wasn't that great. Afterward, I realized what a mistake it was and I told him to get out. He started dating Stacey Rogers after that." 

"I wondered what was going on with all that," Mackenzie said. "He left you and hooked up with her so quick, it sorta turned me off from dating." 

"Oh, precious, you didn't date because of me?" Danica asked. 

"Not completely because of you, but...it sorta helped my determination to make sure whoever I dated would be the right person." 

"And you think this Randall Savage is the right person?" Danica asked. 

"I don't know—but I've wanted to fuck him ever since I knew what fucking was. He's so much older than I am, but damn he's a fine looking man. I don't care if it's just a one-night stand, he's making me a woman." 

"You're already a woman, silly," Danica told her. 

"You know what I mean." 

"I know." 

Danica gasped when she felt the bra release her breasts as Mackenzie undid the hooks. Mackenzie drew the left strap down Danica's arm and kissed her shoulder gently as she kept their breasts pressed close; then she pulled back just enough to pull the bra off her friend before tossing it as far away as she could while keeping their bodies pressed tight. Their nipples slipped against one another, the rigid points digging into the flesh of the other's breasts. Both girls moaned at the contact. 

Then Mackenzie's lips were on hers so quickly that Danica almost pulled back. But the softness of Mackenzie's mouth ignited the fires in her young cunt, and Danica pressed her lips back and opened her mouth to allow Mackenzie's tongue inside. Mackenzie's tongue licked Danica's hungrily, and the two tongues dueled like swords, back and forth, feinting and withdrawing, licking their teeth. Mackenzie's mouth still tasted of the pizza she had earlier, and Danica savored the taste. 

Mackenzie closed her lips around Danica's tongue and rubbed it softly before drawing away to catch her breath. Her heart hammered in her young breast. She thought kissing her mother last night had been passionate, but Danica knew how to kiss! Mackenzie watched Danica's mouth as it hung open, the young girl breathing heavily, and Mackenzie licked her from the chin up and withdrew, a string of spittle connecting their young lips. 

Danica swiped her tongue down and pulled the string of saliva into her mouth before swallowing. Butterflies assaulted her stomach as she realized a part of Mackenzie was now inside her forever. From this point forward, she and Mackenzie were one. She jumped as Mackenzie laid a hand against her navel and smiled. 

"I know what you're feeling, my love—I felt the exact same way when I first drank my mother's milk. It's such a wonderful feeling to know another person and you are joined forever." She kissed Danica again, quick, little kisses that did nothing but swap a lot of spit. Her hands ran over the sides of Danica's body before moving to lift her breasts. Mackenzie pulled away and bent her head to capture one of the small, pebbled nipples between her soft, trembling lips. 

Danica gasped as an electric jolt shot straight to her pussy and engorged her clit. Danica sucked her breath in through her teeth as Mackenzie gently teethed her right nipple, biting just enough to cause the nipple to harden further. Mackenzie pulled back and blew a cool breath over the wet nipple before licking it from the bottom up. Danica's nipple looked like a tiny balloon with the bottom squeezed tight, and Mackenzie could not help but run her tongue over it back and forth, up and down, and in circles, watching as the dark tip bounced around. She kissed the areola to the right of the nipple twice before taking it into her mouth again and sucking, moving her head back and forth. 

Danica could not believe what these simple acts were doing to her body. She had been aroused before, but what she was experiencing now was far greater than anything she had ever felt. Perhaps it was just the act itself—the fact that she was allowing a woman to do this to her where before she had allowed only a man she had never really cared about to suck her nipples. She had always loved her nipples, knowing they were strong when they looked like they could just pop off at any moment. It had been a secret fear of hers when she had first started to develop as a pubescent teen, and she had always bought bras that were especially soft just so she wouldn't have to fear her underwear tearing her nipples off accidentally. It might have been foolish, but she was just a young girl. 

Then she had made love to Steve, and he had played roughly with her nipples, squeezing and pinching them. Her nipples had remained firmly attached to her areola, and while his touches had been rougher than she wanted, at least they had proven to her that her fears were unfounded. Now, gentler hands were touching her, and soft lips were kissing her, and she allowed Mackenzie to do whatever she wanted, knowing her nipples were safe. 

Mackenzie reached up and pinched her left nipple between her index and middle finger, squeezing the base of the nipple as her tongue continued playing with the other. Danica watched her play and felt happier than she had in a very long time. Being here with her friend, Danica felt the satisfaction of having someone playing with her body, teasing her, not just wanting to screw her and be done with it. Mackenzie was tired and wanted to take a nap, but that was not keeping her from enjoying herself with Danica's body. Danica felt her heart swelling, and an emotion she had never felt before sprang from deep in her pulsating core. She didn't want to call it love right now, but she was sure this was the closest thing she'd ever felt to it. 

The pad of Mackenzie's index finger started rubbing her nipple, and Danica closed her eyes as she let the feelings overwhelm her mind. It felt so good to be here, and she prayed and prayed that no one interrupted them. If she had a sign to hang on the door handle, she would have put it there. Perhaps she should take one of Mackenzie's socks and put it on the doorknob. There had to be a way to warn the household not to bother them. 

Mackenzie began chewing gently on the nipple now, no longer concerned for hurting her. She was still being gentle, but she was definitely chewing more than she had before. Danica gasped and moaned gently as lightning shot between her nipple and pussy in alternating currents. The sounds spurred Mackenzie on, and she grew rougher with her teeth, letting the nipple slide under each of them in turn. The fingers on her other hand began twisting and turning the nipple on her other breast back and forth like the knob of a stereo system. Danica brought her hand to her mouth to stifle her moans, so afraid if she was too loud that someone might overhear and bother them. 

The wet sounds of Mackenzie's sucking started her hips rocking, and Danica so wished she was naked, that she could rub her naked pussy against Mackenzie's thigh while Mackenzie rubbed hers against Danica's. Her mind started to fade in and out in her bliss so that she barely noticed when Mackenzie let go of her nipple and dragged her tongue across the pale flesh of her round breast to the valley between and then across the round flesh of her left breast to her other nipple, releasing it just before Mackenzie's mouth took over there. 

She tugged gently on the nipple with her lips several times before releasing it and licking it with the pointed tip of her tongue. Mackenzie tried to grasp the tongue again several times, but her own brain was becoming fuzzy with her need to orgasm. It had been so long since she had last allowed herself to come, and the need was becoming overwhelming. But she did not want to give Danica any doubt as to her intentions. She was not going to just take advantage of her friend. She was going to give Danica the love and attention she and her breasts deserved. And she had yummy breasts with such fun nipples. The only reason her mother's breasts were better was because they produced yummy milk. 

"Your nipples are so awesome," Mackenzie told her gently, nipping at them. "They're absolutely, adorably cute. I love them so much." She grabbed the left nipple in her teeth, but this time she slipped her tongue partially out and played with the bottom of the nipple with her tongue while grinding it against her upper teeth. This drew several deep, sharp breaths from Danica followed quickly by a deep moan as her entire, young body trembled. 

"Don't pass out on me now," Mackenzie whispered to her as her tongue made circles around the dark areola. "I'm enjoying myself entirely too much." 

"Not as much as I am," Danica told her with a smile. "And there's no way I'd pass out now. I can't wait to see what you do next." 

Mackenzie took long, deep licks now, starting at the swell of Danica's breast and moving down past the nipple to the underside and then back up again. Danica threw her head back and drank in the sensations as moisture flooded her panties. She was so close to orgasm, and it would be her first. She hadn't had an orgasm with Steve, and she had not dated anyone since. She had brought herself to orgasm many times, so she knew the signs, but this was her first orgasm by someone else, and it was by her friend no less. Perhaps friends did make the best lovers after all. 

Mackenzie released the nipple with a wet smack and drew back, staring at Danica's closed eyes as her fingers began to pinch her small nipples tightly, again twisting them like dials back and forth. She pulled and released the nipples once before returning to tease them, Danica's gasps showing her that she was doing the right things. Mackenzie played with them for a few seconds more but realized how much she missed the feel of her tongue on them, so she captured the right nipple in her mouth again and sucked gently on it before lashing it with her tongue. Then she squeezed Danica's breasts together and kissed each nipple back and forth quite a few times. 

Danica had finally had enough, and she took Mackenzie's shoulder and pushed her back against her bed. Danica kissed her deeply, her hard, pea-sized nipples pressing wantonly against Mackenzie's larger ones. Her mouth took Mackenzie's hungrily as her hands moved in random patterns over her breasts and stomach. Mackenzie took Danica's ass into her hands and pulled on it roughly, her hands gliding over the silk of Danica's panties. Then she moved her hands up and grabbed the waistband, pulling the soaked panties off her round ass and down her thighs. Danica rose up slightly to allow her to push the panties off and past her knees. She was about to be completely naked with another girl—her best friend—and the thought terrified her at the same time it excited her. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 06: Danica



Then Danica squeaked as she felt a finger enter her pussy without any warning. It was quickly followed by a second, and Danica felt moisture coat the inside of her thighs as she came for the first time. She felt Mackenzie smile against her lips, and Danica grinned devilishly as she pushed her ass backwards, taking Mackenzie's two fingers deeper inside her. She broke the kiss and pushed back even further. 

"Damn, you are horny," Mackenzie said as Danica began riding her fingers hard. 

"You made me that way, baby," she said, grinding her hips before pulling off the two fingers. "God, it's like a drain has been unplugged!" she said, looking down between her legs, seeing how they glistened with her cum. She also looked at Mackenzie's shorts and saw how wet they were. She grinned. "I guess we gotta get rid of those now," she said and moved down Mackenzie's body. She unbuttoned the jean shorts and quickly ripped them down Mackenzie's body, leaving the girl naked to her eyes. Danica smiled as she tugged on the elastic band of her skirt and pushed it down her body, kicking it away with her left leg. Now they were both naked, and her heart hammered against her breastplate. 

Mackenzie held her arms open to Danica, and Danica crawled into them, kissing her again. Her hands were everywhere on Mackenzie's body now, touching her breasts, pinching her nipples, stroking her stomach and hips and fondling her between her legs. Mackenzie could not keep up with where her friend was touching her, but everywhere she touched was magical. Her own hands were busy on Danica's body, feeling everything that she could. 

Suddenly both girls jumped as Danica's phone rang, and they leapt apart as if caught doing something they shouldn't have. Then they both laughed. Danica quickly looked at her phone to see who was calling and saw that it was her mother. 

"It's my mom," she told Mackenzie. "I should let her know that I'm not home and probably won't be tonight." Her blonde eyebrows danced. "If I can spend the night, that is?" 

"I'm not letting you go anywhere," Mackenzie told her. "At least, not until tomorrow!" 

Danica laughed and answered the phone. Instead of the picture of her mother that she used as for the profile, she saw her actual mother. Laura Matthews blinked as she saw her daughter's naked breasts for a moment before Danica moved the phone quickly closer so that only her face showed in the camera. She had not noticed that her mother had contacted her through Face Time. 

"I...um...was just...wondering where you were, sweetie," Laura said, trying not to act flustered. She had been very open with Danica after her daughter reached puberty and told her that anything she wanted to do sexually was fine, as long as Danica took the proper precautions. She'd known about Steven and helped Danica through the breakup after their relationship was over. Still, being open and seeing your daughter's naked breasts were two completely different matters. 

"I'm fine, Mom," Danica said, feeling her voice go dry. "I'm with—I mean I'm still at Mackenzie's house." 

"I see," Laura said, clearing her throat. "Did the rest of your shopping go well?" 

"Yes, Ma'am," Danica said, wishing the call would end. "Um...I'll just call you later, all right?" 

"Will you be home tonight?" Laura asked her. "I hope you say no." 

"Mom...I really don't think—" 

"Pull the phone away, dear," Laura told her. 

Danica sighed and pulled the phone back, letting her mother see her naked body. "I'm being careful, Mom," she said. "I swear. It's just me and Mackenzie." 

"That's fine, dear," her mother said with a smile. "I'll come pick you up tomorrow—but not too early. Have a good night, sweetie. I love you." 

Danica smiled. "I love you, too, Mom. Good night!" 

"Good night, Dani!" Her mother ended the call. 

"God, that was embarrassing," Danica said, feeling her face flushing. "God, my mom saw me naked!" 

"She's never seen you naked before?" Mackenzie asked. 

"Not since I was a baby! My mom has no reason to see me naked!" 

"I don't know," Mackenzie said, snuggling back against her pillows; "my mom seeing me naked was actually pretty arousing." She looked between Danica's legs and saw a large pool of cum sitting on her comforter. "Seemed you were pretty aroused, too." 

Danica looked between her legs. "Oh, God, did I come while talking to my mom?" she asked. 

Mackenzie smiled. "Seems so." 

"I'm so sorry!" Danica apologized. 

Mackenzie waved it off. "It's not like the bed isn't going to be wet by the time we're done, anyway. Don't worry about it. Just come back to my arms. Your mom said it was all right." Mackenzie stretched out her arms and motioned Danica forward. 

Danica crawled into Mackenzie's arms and kissed her again. Then she sighed. "I'm so sorry, but that call just...it really messed with my head. I don't know if I'm up to making love at the moment. Do you hate me?" 

"No, of course not, darling," Mackenzie said with a smile. "I am very tired after last night, but..." She squirmed a little in bed. "I do need to get off." 

"Why don't we sleep, and I'll sleep with my hand between your legs? If you want to rub yourself against my hand you can, and then we'll see about making love after we wake up." 

"Sounds perfect." Mackenzie kissed her deeply once more, her tongue slipping into the hot warmth of Danica's mouth. "Might want to turn off the light." 

"I don't want to get out of bed," Danica said in a sad voice. 

Mackenzie sighed and got out of bed, going to the door and switching the light off. She pulled her socks off, opened her door quickly, and hung a sock over the doorknob before shutting and locking it again. Danica saw what she did and couldn't help but smile as Mackenzie crawled back into bed and took her into her arms. They snuggled close and held one another as they slept, Danica's leg pressed against Mackenzie's wet cunt.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 07: Savage



Savage 

Janet and Richard stopped, and Richard let his wife slip slowly to the floor, gaining her feet. They stared at the man standing in the doorway to the living room, Carlotta standing next to him, all three of their faces very, very pale. There was no explanation for what he had heard. There was nothing they could say that wouldn't tell him the worst possible scenario for the conversation he should never have heard in a billion years. There was nothing that could be said...except for the truth. 

Only Janet had no idea of what that actual truth was. The truth was that she and Mackenzie had performed an act that any civilized society would frown upon. The truth was that Richard himself wanted to fuck his own daughter. The truth was that Janet wanted to watch Richard fuck their daughter while Janet herself joined in. Those were the absolute, undeniable truths in this matter, and those were truths this man could never, ever know. 

But they were truths he deserved to know. He had come here under the pretense that Mackenzie was a virgin, and that was no longer technically true. Janet had been right when she had told Mackenzie that she was still a virgin. She had seen a small amount of skin still covering her daughter's vaginal hole when they had made love. Mackenzie had never been penetrated, but she had still had sex—and it was gloriously wonderful sex she'd had with her mother. This man deserved to know it. 

He looked between Janet and Richard expectantly, and Janet sighed despondently. She cleared her throat as she adjusted her clothes, which had been rumpled by her play with Richard. She took a deep breath and said, "I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow, Savage." 

"I own my own airplane, so I decided to come early," the man, Randall Savage, said. "You really didn't say I couldn't." 

"No, I did not," Janet said, nodding her head. She cleared her throat again. "I guess...you want an explanation?" she asked, indicating Richard. 

"Only if it affects the reason I came here," he said. 

"It doesn't," she told him, hoping he would not press the matter further. "Believe me, nothing in that regard has changed." 

"But something has," Savage said, still looking between them. "Richard, is there going to be a problem with me being here? I don't want to lose our friendship because of this." 

"If you can't say why you're here, Savage, then perhaps you shouldn't be here," Richard told him, not trying to be a jerk. 

"Fine," Savage said. "I don't want to lose our friendship because I want to sleep with your daughter. But from what I just heard, it seems you do, too—or did I mishear you call Janet by Mackenzie's name? Or was that just an accident?" 

"No, it wasn't an accident," Richard said sheepishly. 

"Mackenzie and I made love last night," Janet told him, "and the thought aroused Richard. He was wondering if he would get the chance, but I told him that was up to Mackenzie." 

"I see," Savage said, focusing his eyes on Janet now. "And you're right—that is her decision, but only after I'm gone. I'm here because you said she wanted to sleep with me, and I want to sleep with her. Has that changed?" 

"No," Janet said, looking at him intently. He had not changed one bit—not an iota. He was still as young and handsome as he had been since the day they first met. But that had been long before Mackenzie had ever been born. How had he not aged a single day in that time? Janet and Richard had gotten older, so why hadn't Savage? It worried her. He still looked twenty-eight when he should have looked middle-aged like Richard. Janet looked at her husband and then back at their guest. 

Yes, Savage looked nothing like Richard in the face or body. Richard did well to keep himself in shape, but he had definitely put on weight as he had gotten older. Savage looked just as young as he always had. His muscles were firm, and there was no sign of aging anywhere that she could see. Perhaps there were things she needed to know, as well. 

"Savage...nothing has changed about the arrangement, but...nothing has changed about you, either," she said. "You look just as you did when Mackenzie was born and just as you did at her birthday party two years ago. It's as if time has stopped for you. You don't have a single grey hair, you don't have any wrinkles...you're just as young and handsome as the day we met. Where is your fountain of youth?" 

"Clean living," Savage told her. 

"No one can live that cleanly," she said, pressing her lips together. 

"Then I guess I'll just leave," he said. "Tell Mackenzie I'm sorry I didn't see her." He picked up his bag and turned to go. 

"Savage, wait..." Janet took a step forward. "I'm sorry, I don't know...it's been a weird day, and I guess I'm just a little beside myself. You deserve to know the truth of what's happened. As I said, Mackenzie and I made love last night. It was...unplanned, but it still happened." She sighed again. "We also made love this morning, and...well, you know how it is when you're horny and you have someone to teach: You expect them to learn, and you want to teach everything you know. We've never wanted Mackenzie to be ashamed of her sexuality, and seeing her eager to learn was exciting for me." 

"But you still had sex with your daughter," Savage said. 

"And if you have a problem with that, you are free to leave," Janet told him. "I can't promise it will never happen again. I can't promise she won't want to have sex with her father. I don't know what she's thinking or feeling, but she has entered the world of sex and she's done so freely. Right now, she is up in her room with Danica—doing what, we have no idea, but I did want her to explore her new sexual freedom." 

Savage looked towards the stairs. Then he looked back at Janet. "You're right that you don't know what your daughter is thinking," Savage said. "All I do know is that I'm being thrown a lot of information that I wasn't expecting, and I apologize if I came off as rude. It's not every day you hear a mother confess to having sex with her daughter." 

"Wonderful sex," Janet reiterated. "Like you and I once had together. Think about that, Savage—you want your hard cock to enter my daughter like it once entered me. I know what kind of lover you are, and that's the main reason I am letting you do this. I know how gentle you can be, and that is what Mackenzie needs. I don't want her to regret this decision." 

"I don't want that, either," Savage said. He looked towards the stairs again. "I want to see her. I want to see the beautiful woman she's developed into." 

"You will," Richard said. "But first we need to set some ground rules regarding her." 

Savage nodded. "You are her parents and you have to watch out for her until she leaves home. I'll abide by anything you say." 

"Good: First of all," he said, looking at Janet, "you must agree that Janet will always have access to Mackenzie during however long you stay here. She loves Mackenzie—we both do. You cannot prevent us from asking her anything or allowing her to talk about any concerns she might have. If she wants to have sex with me, you must also allow it—I'll wear a condom, of course. We don't want her getting pregnant. Speaking of which, you will also wear a condom." 

"Agreed," Savage said. He looked at Janet. "Does this mean I'll also get to partake of your body again?" 

"If Mackenzie agrees to that," Janet said. "You are here as her lover, not mine—you are here for her and her alone unless she states otherwise." 

Savage nodded his agreement to that term. 

"Secondly, Savage," she said, "you must not tell Mackenzie how to act or dress. Whatever she wants to wear is her decision, not yours. We know you like your women to have a certain look if you go out—and you will take her out to at least one dinner—but she will dress appropriately as she sees fit. If she wants to wear a slutty dress, she can; but if she doesn't, she won't." 

"Agreed," he said. 

"Most importantly, Savage, we need to know how long you plan to stay," she said. "If this is just a one-night stand, we are going to ask you to leave now. Mackenzie deserves at least two nights so she can feel she isn't just being used." 

"I feel like I'm the one being used, not that I'm complaining," he said. 

Janet smiled. "Just make sure when you leave, she's ready for you to leave. I don't want her pining after you. She is only eighteen, so her heart might become more invested than either of you realize." 

"I was planning on leaving Monday morning," he said. "I have to get back to the office, and I assume she's still in school." 

"She is—she graduates in May." She looked him over. "The last condition is..." She looked at Richard, and Savage could sense that something was really bothering them. He waited with baited breath until Janet said, "You have to tell us how old you actually are." 

Savage sighed and nodded, knowing that was a question he would have to answer. He had known them too long, had seen the looks they'd given him. It was unavoidable. He looked at Carlotta. "Can we talk in private about that?" he asked. 

"I'll leave you three alone," Carlotta said. "Where should I take Mr. Savage's bag?" 

"To one of the spare bedrooms, Carlotta," Janet suggested. "Mackenzie might not want to make love to him in her room because she will have that association, and if things end badly..." 

"I'll make sure they don't," Savage said. "I won't hurt her. You know I love her." 

"You never know how things are going to end up, Savage," Janet said. "Now, let's go to Richard's office and talk. We won't be disturbed there." 

Carlotta took Savage's bags upstairs, and they went to Richard's office to discuss him. 

***** 

Savage finished his story, leaving nothing out, knowing any lies would prove detrimental to him and his time with Mackenzie. After he finished, Richard and Janet just looked at him with disbelieving looks in their eyes. He looked between them, wondering at what point they were going to call the insane asylum. 

"That's...some story," Richard said, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "It has to be a total fabrication—other than the fact it actually makes sense. There was always something different about you." 

"I never wanted to lie to either of you, but you can see why I had to," he said. "I'll understand if you want me to leave, and I'll understand further if you never want me to see or talk to Mackenzie again." 

"It's not that, Savage—it's just...a lot to take in," Janet told him hesitantly. 

"Like the fact the girl who wants to sleep with me also slept with her mother?" he asked. 

"Actually, that's a lot easier to take in," she admitted. "Tell us one thing, and please keep in mind that any possibility you have of sleeping with Mackenzie will rely on this answer: Are you... Well, are you human?" 

"Technically, no," he said, "but this is not some disguise. I am what you see. There are genetic differences, though." 

"What would happen if Mackenzie happened to become pregnant? What...would your child be?" 

"As far as I can tell, the genetic differences are so great that I cannot impregnate a woman," he said. "Of course, I've always used a condom, so I can't say for certain one way or another." 

"But you look...completely human. Even your cock—" She looked at Richard. "Would you mind taking your clothes off?" she asked. "At least...your pants?" 

Savage looked at Richard, who only shrugged. He had seen Savage naked before, the one time that Savage had fucked Janet at a party a few years before Mackenzie was born. "She's the decision maker," he said. "You'd better do as she says." 

Savage sighed and stood up. He undid his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, standing before them. His cock was partially erect but quickly grew to full attention under Janet's violet gaze. His cock was larger than Janet remembered, but she had been very drunk when she had had sex with him last time. It had also been over twenty years since she had last seen him. She licked her lips hungrily, imagining what it would be like for Mackenzie to feel that pushing inside her young cunt for the first time. It would probably hurt, and she felt a pang of regret knowing that. Still, Mackenzie needed it to happen, and her body would adjust. 

The large shaft had thick veins running along it, supplying a lot of blood to the erection. A thick, bulbous head that would make penetration difficult but would open her easily once he had speared past her maidenhead capped it. Janet had gotten a good look at her daughter's cunt last night, and the opening to her vagina was almost completely sealed with only a few holes to allow blood through. Had she ever used a tampon, it would have broken her virginity completely. Now Savage would be breaking that, and the pain would probably be intense at first. 

Janet came around Richard's desk and reached out to take Savage in her hand. She looked to him for permission, and he nodded. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers could close around it easily enough. He jerked in her hand, and Janet watched a bit of pre-cum escape the tip. He was excited. He may have been different, but his responses were totally human. Nothing about him betrayed his true origin. 

Janet knelt before Savage and took him into her mouth. She ran her hand up and down his shaft as she sucked gently on him. Savage closed his eyes and moaned as he felt her heat envelop him, and he gently arched his hips towards her, pushing himself into her mouth. He delighted as he felt his cock slide along the rough surface of her tongue. Janet moaned as he slid deep but was careful not to gag her. 

Richard adjusted himself as he watched his wife go down on the man who was going to make love to their daughter. The act alone told him everything he needed to know, that Janet was okay with Savage being with their daughter. If she had not been, she would not be performing this act now. He did not mind that she had chosen to do this. She had been with Savage once, and to them, once also meant forever. Richard could be with Carlotta again if he chose, but he knew that Carlotta would not allow it, so he did not pursue it. 

Janet slurped hungrily on Savage's cock, wrapping her tongue around him as she jacked him off with her hand. He tightened his buttocks as he arched into her, squeezing his eyes shut as the sensations overwhelmed him. It had been too long since he had last had a woman—especially one as beautiful and exotic as Janet Jones. 

"I'm going to come," he warned her, and Janet pulled quickly away. She dropped her pants and underwear and turned around, and Savage speared into her without missing a beat. As he penetrated inside her—without a condom, Richard noted—he came instantly, his hot cum shooting inside Janet's body. Janet screamed as the carnality of the situation overwhelmed her, and she came instantly, the need to come having been close for so long that day. Her body released over his cock, and Savage arched into her as his knees buckled and he fell back into the chair he had occupied before, releasing another shot of cum into the air that landed on the front of Richard's desk. 

"Sorry," he told Richard. 

"Carlotta will clean it up," Richard told him. 

"Carlotta nothing," Janet said, bending down and licking his cum up with her tongue. She cleaned the front of the desk thoroughly before turning around and cleaning Savage's cock with her mouth. She heard Savage panting heavily above her, and she smiled. "Thank you," she told him. 

"No, thank you," he said. "Sorry I came so quickly—it's been awhile since I've had a lover." 

"That's okay—at least you can spend time pleasuring Mackenzie now instead of needing to be inside her quickly." 

"So this was just for her benefit?" he asked. 

"And mine," she said. "Now you can make love to my daughter, and I'll know that my saliva and cum are going inside her cunt." 

Savage started coming to life again as this thought ingrained itself in his brain. He groaned and pulled Janet up, pulling her into his lap. Janet's cunt dripped his cum over the tip of his hardened cock, and Savage used the lubrication to spear inside her again, going deep, knowing this time he would last much longer. Across the desk, Richard groaned as he watched his wife fucking another man. 

"Can he join us?" Janet asked. "Richard's had a really rough morning with all this, and I think he really needs to come." 

Savage looked at Richard, and he pulled Janet off his cock. "Sorry, but I'm not that comfortable being that close to another man," he said. "I've never had any tendencies towards that. If you want to fuck him, go right ahead. Just don't ask me to be involved." 

Janet pushed herself onto him, grinding her cunt against his, the hair at the base of his shaft tickling her hairless mound. It was much larger than she remembered, filling her cunt completely and almost touching her cervix. She was so aroused that she was sure her body was ready to take just about anything put inside it without pain, but the fact that Savage was still that deep amazed her. She wanted to help her husband with his erection, but feeling Savage inside her was all she wanted at the moment. 

She closed her eyes as she rode him, and her thoughts strayed from him to her daughter's bedroom, where she imagined her and Danica naked together in the throes of passion. She would have to buy Mackenzie a dildo, she knew, along with a strap-on, and so many other toys. She wanted Mackenzie to be able to pleasure her lovers in every way possible. So many things to do, so many people to fuck. 

"Hold on, Richard," she said over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby, but I'll be done as quickly as I can." 

"Take your time, sweetie," Richard said. He had removed his pants and now sat in his leather desk chair slowly stroking himself. He wouldn't come here, not without his wife, but his balls still needed some attention. "I'm fine right where I am." 

Savage moved his hands from where they supported Janet's buttocks and slid them up her body to her heavy, milk-filled breasts. He took one of them into his mouth and suckled gently, and Janet groaned as she arched her back, forcing more of her breast into his mouth. Savage's teeth scraped the nipple gently, and that act caused the first spurt of milk to hit the back of his throat. He jerked back, releasing her breast, and looked up at her. 

"You're still producing milk?" he asked. 

She smiled and nodded. "I never stopped—I never want to," she told him. "I want my breasts producing milk until the day I die." She put her arms around Savage's neck and leaned against him. "You might want to take your shirt off," she suggested, "so it doesn't get wet. My breasts tend to squirt when I orgasm." 

Savage looked past her shoulder at Richard's desk and saw the top of it wet with a partially cloudy liquid. His eyes went wide, and he pushed her back so he could quickly remove his shirt. He was dressed casually, in a t-shirt and jeans, so his shirt went off quickly before he tossed it aside. Janet groaned as she stared at his chest covered in a light dusting of hair, his chest and stomach just slightly toned. She ran her fingers along his chest and pushed against him again. Savage groaned as she squeezed her inner muscles, and milk ran freely from her breasts. He bent his head and drank from her again. 

Janet threw her head back and let out a loud groan as she arched against him and pulled away, spearing herself onto his shaft over and over. Savage let her do all the work, taking his pleasure from the taste of her milk and the feel of her body squeezing him tightly. He would not be able to last long—not with this wild minx on top of him—but every time he came would be more time he could spend pleasuring Mackenzie before he had to take her. If what Janet said were true, Mackenzie would need a lot of foreplay. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 07: Savage



Janet felt so good. It had been far too long since he had last had a lover, finding that in his position, most women just wanted him because they hoped they could get pregnant and con him out of a ton of money. First of all, he always wore a condom, so there was no chance of that; but there was also his belief that he could not get a woman pregnant. He thought this because he had been with a girl, and he woke up one night to find her riding him without any protection. She told him the next morning that it was her time of the month and she'd send him a report about their baby, only she never ended up pregnant. Could it have been a coincidence? Sure, but Savage truly believed his biology was different enough to make conception impossible. And he was now fucking Janet without a condom, though he always kept several in his wallet. 

"Janet, you do realize I'm not protected, right?" he asked. 

"We're testing your theory," she told him, not wanting to pull off, not wanting to take the time to put a condom on. She should have, she knew, but damn a hot cock inside her pussy felt so good with no latex rubbing her insides. "Just hold on, Savage. Just give me a few more moments." 

His hands slid down to her hips then curved around her behind. "I've always loved fucking you," he said. 

"You only fucked me once," she reminded him. 

"But I still remember it well," he told her. "You're just as good as you were back then." 

Janet stopped moving and slid down until their loins were pressed tightly together, Savage buried deep inside her. "Baby, I would pray to God I'm a lot better than I was back then." She squeezed her pussy muscles around him, and Savage felt his eyes cross uncontrollably. He felt himself starting to come, and he arched into her body as he spilled his seed deep into her womb. Janet smiled as she felt him struggling to release, but she held her pussy tight, squeezing him hard enough that release was difficult but never impossible. He lifted her off the chair he sat in, and she braced her knees for support, keeping her pussy muscles tight. She would not be able to keep it up much longer, but she wanted him to know how good she had gotten. 

Savage felt his testicles straining to release inside her. Her inner muscles were a lot stronger than he remembered, and they were forcing him to work hard to come. The mixture of pleasure and discomfort fought for dominance in his brain, and he arched hard, hoping she might relent and give him the release he truly wanted. But her muscles would only allow a little bit of the relief he demanded. Damn, she was a lot better than she was back then! 

"Please...Janet..." Savage groaned, arching harder into her. "I'm sorry!" 

Janet released her muscles, and Savage groaned loudly as he came inside her with the force of a volcano. He felt such relief at being able to come that he kept pumping her, spilling more and more of his seed into her. Then he let out a breath and collapsed into the chair, and Janet fell on top of him, pressing her body against his. She let out a heavy sigh and said, "Yes, you will definitely make a magnificent lover for Mackenzie. I have no doubt of that." She pulled back and smiled. "But wear condoms," she warned him. "Just to be safe." 

He nodded. "What about you?" 

Janet shrugged. "I guess we'll see what happens." She patted his face. "But don't worry—if I do end up pregnant, we'll just say it's Richard's." 

"Sorry, Richard," Savage said, feeling his face pale. 

"It was Janet's decision," Richard said with a smile. "I've learned never to question her when she makes any kind of decisions regarding her sex drive." 

Janet pulled off Savage's wilting cock and stood up on shaking legs. She looked down at her pussy and watched as Savage's cum poured from between her legs and down the inside of her thighs. "Wow, you came a lot." 

"I think you squeezed every drop out of my balls," he said, his body feeling like mush. "How are you able to stand up?" 

Janet patted her thighs with her hands. "Strong thighs," she said. "You should see Mackenzie's—wow! Train her pussy right and she'll make what I did to you seem like nothing." 

"I don't know if I could stand that kind of pressure all the time," he commented. He shook his head to clear his crossed eyes. "Boy that was intense." 

Janet looked outside and saw that the sun was beginning to set. She looked at her watch. "Damn, have we been fucking that long?" she asked. 

"Yes," Richard said, his voice slightly strained. 

"Oh, Baby!" Janet moved around his desk and sank onto her husband's throbbing cock, which sank easily into her thanks to Savage's lubrication. She started riding her husband hard. "Don't worry about the sperm—we'll clean it up later," she told him. "Savage, do you remember where Mackenzie's room is?" she asked. "She should be finished with Danica by now." 

"I'll find her," Savage said. "I think I want to take her out to dinner." 

"I need to finish with Richard and then take Danica home, so tell her for me, will you?" 

"Sure thing—have fun, you two!" Savage dressed quickly and was amazed to feel his erection growing yet again inside his pants. He made his way back to the living room and then headed for the stairs. He passed Carlotta in the foyer and said, "Mr. Jones' office will probably need a good cleaning after a while," he told her. "Just don't go in there yet." 

"I'll take care of it, sir," she told him. "Ms. Mackenzie and Ms. Danica are getting a shower at the moment. You can go wait in her room if you wish." 

"Is the bathroom locked?" he asked. 

Carlotta smiled and shook her head. "No, I unlocked it just in case you wanted to join them," she said. 

"No, but I wouldn't mind watching," he told her. "Thanks, Carlotta." 

"Have fun, Mr. Savage," she said as he raced upstairs.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 08: The Shower



The Shower 

Mackenzie awoke with a start and sat up in bed, gasping for air as sweat rolled from her young body. Next to her, Danica opened her eyes at the suddenness of her bed partner's arousal and moved to put her arms around her lover. But Mackenzie pushed her suddenly away, nearly tumbling Danica from the bed. In an instant, Mackenzie was up and moving away from the bed. Danica rushed over and turned on the light. 

Mackenzie's entire body was soaked with sweat, from the top of her head to the top of her feet. Her beautiful hair was a mess with strings clamping wetly to her forehead and cheeks. Mackenzie's breathing was ragged, shallow, and she had a look on her face that actually scared Danica. Mackenzie stared at her, her dark eyes seeing through Danica but not really seeing her. Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to say something, but before she could, she collapsed to her knees and started hugging herself, shaking with sudden cold. 

Danica was at her side in an instant. She wrapped her arms around her lover's naked body and pulled Mackenzie against her. Mackenzie was cold from the sweat covering her torso and limbs, so Danica provided her the warmth she needed. But Mackenzie struggled against her, wanting to get away. Danica held tightly, though, until Mackenzie finally relented and let her friend hold her. 

"What's wrong, Mackenzie?" Danica asked her. "Talk to me, please!" 

"Sorry," Mackenzie said, speaking for the first time, "I was just so hot then so cold. I've never been that hot in bed before." 

Danica smiled. "Probably because you've never slept with anyone before," she said. "Your bed is going to be hotter with two people in it as opposed to one." She brushed Mackenzie's wet hair back. "But you're a lot hotter than I would think you should be." She placed her hand against Mackenzie's forehead, but her lover did not feel feverish. That was good. And her body temperature seemed to be normalizing now. "Poor thing," Danica commented softly. 

Mackenzie took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then she laughed. "Wow, what a way to wake up. I hope I didn't hurt you," she said, turning in Danica's arms to look at her. 

"You bopped my very sensitive nipple, but I think it will be okay," she said, looking down at her left nipple, which was throbbing gently. 

"Can I kiss it and make it better?" Mackenzie asked with a grin. 

Danica arched her back, pushing her nipple towards Mackenzie. "Go right ahead," she said. 

Mackenzie latched onto the breast, taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking on the pebble. Her tongue lashed her friend's dark tip, drawing a groan of pleasure from the young girl's mouth. Mackenzie slipped her hand between Danica's parted thighs and started fingering her hairless mound. Danica closed her eyes as she drank in the sensations assaulting her young body. Making love to Mackenzie was so much better than making love to Steve. She could feel love from Mackenzie that she had never once felt from the one boy she had chosen to give herself to. 

"Put your finger inside me," Danica begged her after a few moments as her own finger started teasing the soft flesh between Mackenzie's legs, drawing a groan from her mouth that vibrated the flesh of her breast. Danica gasped and increased the pressure of her rubbing finger, feeling it slip and slide through the increasingly wet folds of Mackenzie's cunt. Mackenzie moaned harder as she suckled, but before Danica could rub her too hard, she pushed her friend's hand away and detached herself from her breast. 

"Don't rub me too hard," Mackenzie begged her. "Please, Danica—I don't think you understand what this means to me." 

"Baby, no man can pleasure you like a woman can," Danica told her. "All men seem to want is to get inside your body, and if they can take your virginity, it's just another notch on their belt. That's all I was to Steve—just a conquest! I'll never hurt you, Mackenzie! Let my finger save you from pain and humiliation." 

Mackenzie looked at her sadly and then threw her arms around Danica's slim form. "Sweetie...what happened? Tell me—was it really that bad for you?" 

Danica looked away and sniffed. Mackenzie reached up and wiped a tear away from her lover's eyes. She kissed Danica softly on the side of her mouth and said, "Tell me: You know I won't judge you. I love you." 

"It's too humiliating," Danica told her on the verge of tears. "I don't want to think about it." 

Mackenzie kissed her fully on the mouth, slipping her tongue out and prying Danica's lips open with it before slipping her tongue deep inside. Their tongues dueled for several moments before Mackenzie pulled back. "Please, Danica—I want to know why you're in so much pain over this. It couldn't have been that bad." 

Danica was quiet for a moment before she said, "He raped me," softly—so softly that Mackenzie wasn't sure she heard right. Danica took a deep breath as the tears flowed from her eyes, and she said, "He slipped me something in my soda and it...it made me agreeable to anything he wanted. He raped me, then he took pictures of me naked and sent them to everyone he knew. I was so humiliated at school." 

"Oh...Precious...why didn't you tell anyone about this?" she asked. 

"I did," Danica said. "But my mom paid a lot of money to keep it out of the press. You're the only one I've ever told about this." 

Mackenzie put her arms around Danica and held her close. She put Danica's head on her shoulder and let the young girl cry. Danica wrapped her arms around Mackenzie's body and squeezed her tightly as she let the pain and anguish of what happened to her finally escape. The memories she had kept buried for so long flooded through her, and she let herself relive what she remembered of that day for the first time. Her tears splashed on Mackenzie's naked breast and shoulder, but Mackenzie just continued holding her until Danica finally calmed down. 

"I'm so sorry," Danica said, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I never wanted to burden you with this." 

"It's not a burden," Mackenzie said, kissing away the tears. "You've been carrying this pain for so long by yourself. Sweetie, you should have told me a long time ago." 

"I couldn't," Danica said. "I didn't want to remember." 

"Why did you let Steve get away with this, though?" Mackenzie wondered. 

"He didn't: He's rotting in prison for it," she said. "Only to save face, the press said he went to prison for something else. That rotten prick will never get out, though. My mom made sure of that." 

"And that explains why you've never taken another lover," Mackenzie guessed. "Or I guess I should say any lover because what happened to you surely wasn't love. Oh, I hope I was able to give you some sense of satisfaction, my darling." 

Danica nodded. "You did," she said. "I finally felt love, and I was finally able to release the pain that's been on me for so long." 

"You will always find love with me, Dani—I'll never hurt you—I swear!" 

Danica pushed her away then and turned, showing Mackenzie the smooth line of her back. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, the soft carpeting of Mackenzie's bedroom tickling her hairless mound and ass. Mackenzie laid her hand on Danica's shoulder, but Danica jerked her shoulder away. 

"What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, feeling her heart sink into her stomach. "Dani?" 

"You're already hurting me," Danica said, tears choking her voice. "You won't let me put my finger inside you, and I want to do that more than anything, Mackenzie! You want to give yourself to a man, knowing that a man hurt me as much as he did? Mackenzie..." 

Mackenzie moved around to face Danica and hugged her, pressing their breasts together. She felt the heat of her cunt between her legs and felt Danica's as well. Mackenzie let her fingers travel up and down Danica's spine as she shushed her gently. Once she began to calm down, Mackenzie kissed her ear and whispered, "One stupid, idiotic little boy hurt you, Danica—what he did can never, ever be forgiven—but that doesn't mean all men are that way. My father and mother still love each other very much. I'm sure your father—if he were still alive—would love your mother very much. You can't blame all men for the acts of one—you might be missing out on something very special. I'm not saying you should give yourself to another man if you don't want to—heck, if you just want to be my lover forever, I'll take you to my bed every night. 

"But I trust Savage. He's never hurt me. He's always been so kind to my family and me, and I want to give myself to him. If you met him, you'd see that he's nothing like Steve. I think you need to give him a chance, to show you what a real man is like—not some little boy who made the mistake of humiliating you and has paid a steep price for it. Please, Danica, I'm not demanding this in any way, but let Savage make love to you—let him make love to both of us. Let him prove that not all men are equal." 

"I don't want him inside me," Danica said softly, her eyes buried in Mackenzie's shoulder. "He'll hurt me just like Steve did." 

"No, he won't," Mackenzie said, stroking her back gently. "I trust him, and you trust me, right?" 

Danica nodded. 

"Then if I trust him, you can trust him, too." 

"Are you sure?" 

"I'm positive!" Mackenzie pulled back and flashed her a grin. "And I think I know just how to drive him crazy." 

Mackenzie stood up and rummaged around her room for her phone. She found it and turned it on, finding over a hundred text messages from Danica. She ignored them and found Carlotta's number and dialed it. A few moments later, Carlotta said, "Hello?" 

"Carlotta, it's Mackenzie," Mackenzie said. 

"Ms. Mackenzie!" Carlotta said with exuberance. "I hope you are well—Mr. Savage is here!" she said excitedly. 

"What?" Mackenzie asked. "He wasn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow!" 

"He came early—he wants to see you!" 

Mackenzie felt her heart rate increase. She nearly dropped her phone as her body started going numb. But she held on and said, "What's he doing now?" 

"He went to talk to your father and mother," Carlotta told her. "I guess they want to know his full intentions. He's been with them for a while." 

Mackenzie heard the hesitancy in her voice and asked, "What do you know, Carlotta?" 

Carlotta cleared her throat and said, "I shouldn't have spied but...I think he was fucking your mother." 

Mackenzie felt her body release with her words, and she sank to her knees because they would no longer support her. She thought she might be angry at hearing those words, but she found herself excited by them. Savage had fucked her mother. Now he was going to fuck her. His penis, which had been inside her mother, would now go inside her. Her stomach trembled with uncontrolled excitement. 

"Carlotta, when you see him again, tell him that Danica and I are in the bathroom. We're going to leave the door unlocked while we take a shower. Make sure he comes in." 

"You and Ms. Danica?" Carlotta asked with a bit of shock. 

"Make sure he comes in, Carlotta—please—oh, and come up and get my new underwear washed—thanks!" Mackenzie said and ended the call. She looked at Danica and stood up again. "Come on, we're taking a shower," she said, grabbing Danica's hand and pulling her to her feet. 

"Wait, Mackenzie!" Danica said, jerking her hand away. "I haven't said I was going to fuck him!" 

"Then don't," Mackenzie said. "You can fuck me and he can fuck me but if you don't want him to fuck you, tell him. If he respects your wishes, then you'll know you can trust him." 

"And if he fucks me?" Danica asked in a scared voice. 

"Then I'll have him arrested," Mackenzie told her, squeezing her hand gently. "Let's test his resolve." 

Mackenzie headed for the door and Danica said, "Mackenzie, you can't leave—you're naked!" 

"So?" she asked with a mischievous look in her eye. "I don't have any underwear clean." 

Danica sighed. "Well, I'm taking my clothes," she said and started to get dressed. 

Mackenzie took her hands and shook her head. "No, you're not," she said, her heart hammering against her chest. "Just go with it, Dani—enjoy yourself!" 

Danica sighed and dropped her clothes. "You're not seriously going out into the hall where anyone can see you naked, are you?" 

Mackenzie squeezed her thighs together and smiled. "Yes, I am!" She took Danica's hand and approached the door. "It's just a short hop to the bathroom," she said. "Don't worry—I doubt anyone is out there." 

She opened the door and looked quickly out into the hallway, and as predicted, there was no one there. She and Danica rushed naked into the hall and then into the bathroom where Mackenzie closed the door but did not lock it. She went to the shower and turned it on while Danica went over to the toilet, opened the lid, and sat down. She started to pee, and a look of relief came over her. 

"God, I've needed to do that for a while," she commented. "I drank too much for lunch today." She laughed. 

"How hot do you like the water?" Mackenzie asked her, not watching, giving her some privacy. While sex was an act between two people, using the bathroom was a singular, private act that she had no right to involve herself in without Danica's say so, just as Janet had asked Mackenzie if she could witness her peeing before that incident this morning. Still, hearing Danica's pee hit the water in the bowl excited her more than she already was. 

"I can't really say without feeling it," Danica said. She stood up but didn't flush the toilet, not wanting to take the water from the shower. She put her hand underneath the spray and snatched it back. "Wow, you like it that hot?" she asked Mackenzie. 

Mackenzie shrugged. "Adjust it as you need, lover," she said. 

Danica turned the cold water up and felt the spray again. She nodded. "I need a towel," she said. 

Mackenzie picked up the towel on the bar by the shower. "Lovers share a towel, according to my mom," she said. "This is mine." 

"Then it's mine, too," Danica replied, kissing her on the lips. She stroked Mackenzie's arm and jumped back and forth quickly on her feet, making her breasts jiggle. "Mackenzie—" 

"Call me 'Kenzie', Dani," Mackenzie said. She stroked her friend's arm. "My family calls me that, and...well...I think my lovers should, too." 

"Kenzie...I like that," she said with a smile. "Kenzie, I'm not sure I can...I can let...Savage have sex with me," she said. "I think I changed my mind." 

Mackenzie nodded and stroked Danica's arm down to her hand, which she took and squeezed. "I think you're making a mistake, not getting back on the horse, Dani, but...I understand. I'll lock the door if you want." 

Danica looked at the door then looked at Mackenzie, then she turned away with a groan of frustration. "Ohhh...Kenzie...I don't...I don't know what to do! I'm scared!" 

"And I don't want you to be scared, Dani—I'd die first!" Mackenzie stepped toward the door. "I'll lock it. We can take a shower by ourselves. I won't let Mr. Savage touch you if you don't want it." 

"But you want it," Dani said. "And you're right—I had a really lousy first experience. Maybe he will be different." 

"I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Mackenzie reiterated. 

"If I say no, he won't touch me, right?" she asked. 

"I swear." Mackenzie held her right hand up. 

"Then..." Danica squeezed her thighs together as her feet moved back and forth heel to toe. She looked at her friend—her lover—and saw the absolute trust she placed in this man reflected in her dark eyes. Mackenzie was willing to give herself to this man. There was no hesitation in her voice when she spoke about it. The only hesitation she had was in allowing someone else to penetrate her before he could. She wanted him, and that was good enough for Danica. She trusted Mackenzie more than anyone. Danica took a deep breath and said, "Then I trust your opinion of him. Keep the door unlocked." 

Mackenzie's eyes brightened, and she flew into Danica's arms and kissed her deeply. She laughed and said, "We should probably get in the shower before the water gets cold." 

"I'm sure we'd both heat it up before too long," Danica said, kissing her again. 

She slid the frosted shower door open and stepped beneath the warm spray, and Mackenzie followed her. Danica did not hesitate before spinning Mackenzie around and pushing her against the light blue tiled wall and pressing their wet bodies together. They slipped against one another, and Danica drew her knee up and pressed it between Mackenzie's legs, rubbing her clit with it. Mackenzie gasped and slipped her hand between Danica's legs, fingering her gently, delighting as she felt her friend's clit respond in kind. Their tongues licked and caressed their cheeks, noses, brows and lips before they began licking each other's tongues as they pressed their lips together in a searing kiss. 

Danica turned and removed the showerhead from its catch. She turned Mackenzie around and drew closer, running the water over her lover's breasts and stomach as Mackenzie reached up to tweak her own nipples. Danica laughed and let the showerhead fall so she could also pay attention to Mackenzie's breasts. They gave each other a quick kiss, and Mackenzie drew her left hand up Danica's arm to her shoulder. Danica smiled and kissed her again as she rubbed their bodies and breasts together, her pussy growing wet with her cum as well as the water that was splashing on both of them from the shower head. 

Mackenzie let her hand fall, and she picked up the showerhead and held it close to Danica's behind as they continued kissing. Her hands rubbed her lover's sweet ass as Danica's arms went around her and rubbed her behind, their breasts continually touching, their nipples growing hard. Their hands roamed, touched, teased, but never, ever stopped moving. 

Mackenzie decided that Danica's behind was wet enough, so she brought the showerhead around to do her front. Danica's hands slipped down her chest, over her breasts, and down to her stomach and further, delighting in the feel of the water striking her young body. She smiled at her lover, and Mackenzie smiled back, her knees shaking as she felt her orgasm approaching. After the day she'd had, she needed to come so badly. Her entire body trembled with her growing need. 

She dropped the showerhead and grabbed her bottle of body wash, squeezing some into her hand as Danica continued fondling and teasing her ass. Mackenzie smiled and knelt before her, putting Danica's hairless mound at eye level. She gave her mound a quick kiss as she ran her hands together, sudsing up the body wash before applying it to Danica's legs. She ran her hand up her sides then one hand ran over the gentle protrusion of her stomach before slipping down, palm first, to run the body wash over her pussy. Mackenzie gave Danica's pussy a soft scrubbing before going back up her stomach and then around to wash her ass. 

As her hands moved behind her body, Danica ran her own hand down to her pussy to relieve a minor itch that was taking control of her clit, and Mackenzie brought her hands immediately back around but decided she liked watching Danica play with herself. Instead of touching her pussy, Mackenzie drew her hands up Danica's body and over and around her small breasts. She played with her breasts and nipples for several moments before standing up and letting her hands wander over Danica's shoulders as she leaned in for another hot, sensual kiss. 

Danica picked up the showerhead and began giving Mackenzie's behind the same treatment hers had received, letting the hot and prickly water run over her friend's round buttocks. Mackenzie had a much nicer ass than she had, she thought, loving how the round orbs jiggled beneath her touch. She didn't have an ass like Kim Kardashian—thank God—but there was definitely enough for her to hold onto and play with and enjoy. As Mackenzie's hands roamed Danica's body and around to her ass, Danica brought the showerhead around and started washing her stomach as their breasts slipped against each other, drawing a deep moan from Danica's pert lips. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 08: The Shower



Mackenzie's hands roamed up Danica's body to her shoulders as Danica turned the spray on herself and started washing her breasts, her nipples tightening as the spray struck them. She smiled at Mackenzie, not believing how sensual the day had turned out to be. Had anyone told her this morning that by dinner time tonight she'd have taken her best friend as a lover, she would have called them crazy. Now she could not imagine not having Mackenzie like this...forever. 

Mackenzie squeezed more body wash into her hands and turned Danica around, giving her behind a thorough washing. She took the shower head from Danica and let the water run across the small of her back, delighting as it ran down the crack of her behind, washing away the soap suds gathering there. She let her fingers trail down the dark crevice, making sure no soap remained, and her middle finger snuck down to slide between Danica's pussy lips, parting the wet folds for a brief moment. She brought the showerhead down and gave her a pussy a quick blast of water from behind, and Danica yelped as the spray struck her sensitive flesh. 

Her love for Mackenzie was growing with each passing second. She had never thought of herself as a lesbian, but standing here now with Mackenzie behind her, teasing her flesh, the thought of having a man do this to her seemed too absurd. A man would never take the time to tease her, she knew—not like this. The moment a man thought her pussy was wet, he'd be inside her, satisfying his own needs and not caring about hers. True, right now—at this moment—she wanted to feel Mackenzie's fingers inside her, buried deep, but that wasn't Mackenzie's concern. Mackenzie was enjoying herself just washing her, and that gave Danica the same delight. Yes, she would come soon if this kept up, but the release would be mutually achieved, given and received. 

Mackenzie's finger kept rubbing as the spray washed Danica's pussy from behind, going up her behind just a bit before rushing back to strike her sensitive flesh over and over, increasing her heart rate and causing her loins to fill with blood. Danica's clit peeked from beneath its hood, delighting in the water washing over it, begging for more. But Mackenzie never brought the showerhead around to her front, knowing the delight she was giving Danica from behind. 

Then Mackenzie pressed her body against Danica's from behind and continued to finger her as her lips sought the soft flesh of her left earlobe. She tugged on her lover's naked earlobe with her lips, her hot breath washing over the ear and sending a shiver down Danica's spine. Mackenzie's lips moved down to her shoulder, then down her back, taking quick nips at her ever-sensitive flesh. 

Danica's body was on sensitivity overload, and she knew she had to stop Mackenzie before she came all over the shower. She turned around and gave her friend a quick kiss then turned Mackenzie around, deciding to try the same treatment on her that she had received. She was not sure she would be able to do as well, but she was damn sure willing to try. 

Danica swore softly as the steam and water fogged up her glasses, making seeing virtually impossible. She would have to take them off, she knew, but that would prevent her from seeing her lover's flesh. But did she really need to see when her hands could see for her? 

She opened the shower door, and her and Mackenzie's nipples grew instantly hard as the colder air in the bathroom washed over them. Danica quickly took off her glasses and tossed them on the counter before closing the shower door again. She turned and looked at Mackenzie, but her lover was mostly a blur. Danica sighed and said, "Sorry, but I was getting the point where I couldn't see anything," she said despondently. 

Mackenzie smiled and took her hands. She took Danica's hands and laid them on her breasts, and she arched her back, letting her hard nipples poke into the flesh of her lover's palms. Danica felt herself release, and her knees almost buckled at the sensation. Mackenzie reached underneath her and grabbed her buttocks in her palms, supporting her. Danica never removed her hands from Mackenzie's larger breasts. Mackenzie smiled at her again and laughed. 

"I've got you," she said, kissing Danica. "I'll always catch you." 

Danica gained her feet easily enough, and she put her arms around Mackenzie before kissing her, their naked, soapy bodies slipping sensually against one another. "I love you," she said. "I've never said those words to anyone before except my mom and dad." 

"I love you, too," Mackenzie said, and she was surprised by how easily the words came out. She had always wondered how hesitant she would be to say them, but now that they were out, she found them so easy. "I love you, Danica. I think I always have." 

"I think I've always loved you, too," she said. "God, I am a total lesbian!" she said with a laugh. "As the song says, I kissed a girl and I liked it!" She laughed again before kissing Mackenzie. "Are you sure you want me sleeping with Mr. Savage?" she asked. 

"Only if you want to," Mackenzie told her, stroking her blonde hair. "Don't ever do anything sexually that you're unsure of. It has to be pleasurable for you—at least, according to my mom." 

"Your mom's a smart woman!" 

"Yes, yes she is." Mackenzie grimaced and said, "And she also fucked the shit out of Savage when he got here." 

Danica's eyes flew wide. "What?" 

Mackenzie nodded. "Yeah, she fucked him, meaning her cunt is all over him right now." 

Danica fell to her knees, and she felt her body release again as an orgasm washed over her from head to toe. She looked up at Mackenzie and said, "Please, let me fuck him first. I want your mom's cum inside me!" She slapped her hand over her mouth, surprised by the declaration that had just escaped her lips. She looked up at Mackenzie with fearful, wide eyes. "I'm so sorry! I don't know why I said that!" 

Mackenzie knelt before her and hugged Danica. "It's all right—if you want to fuck him first, you go right ahead. That way he'll have my mom's cum and your cum all over him when he fucks me." 

Danica let out a girly squeal of excitement and kissed her again. "I'm excited about this now!" 

"Good!" Mackenzie said, kissing her quickly. She looked up as she saw a dark figure appear on the other side of the frost glass, and she felt her own moisture slip down her inner thighs. The figure did not approach the doors but stood back, watching them both. Mackenzie stood up and pulled Danica to her feet. Without her glasses, she was sure Danica would never notice him there. Mackenzie just hoped he would give them a few more minutes alone. 

But damn she wanted to see him! 

"I'm going to fuck you with this shower head," Danica told Mackenzie. "I might not be able to see you clearly, but you're going to be ready when Mr. Savage arrives—I swear it." She took the bottle of wash and moved behind Mackenzie, pushing her into the cool, tiled wall as she knelt behind her, squeezing the wash into her hands. She rubbed her hands together, making them nice and soapy before grabbing Mackenzie's behind and working the soap into the soft cheeks. 

She ran her hands in circles over Mackenzie's behind, drawing a deep, appreciative groan from her soft lips. She was a bit louder than before now that Savage was here, hoping to arouse him with her sounds of lust. If he had fucked her mother, she was sure he would take a while to recover, so she wanted to help him in any way she could. 

Danica ran her hands up Mackenzie's spine, and Mackenzie felt her clit harden between her legs. Her lover spread her hands to Mackenzie's sides and teased the sides of her heavy breasts before sliding them down her hips, Danica's thumbs rubbing, digging into the flesh of her buttocks before her hands cupped the moons of her ass and moved up again. Her hands began moving in random patterns over Mackenzie's back and buttocks, changing irregularly, never letting Mackenzie get a feel for where they were going to be. 

Mackenzie picked up the showerhead and let the spray strike her pussy as she turned and watched her lover enjoy the flesh of her behind. She moaned again as the combination of the hot water on her pussy and her lover's hands on her behind made her head start to swim. Knowing Savage was just outside the door, his cock growing hard, increased her pleasure even more. 

Then Danica wrapped her arms around Mackenzie's right thigh and gently stroked it with both hands. Mackenzie's knees almost gave out, and she was surprised by how sensitive just her thighs were. She never would have assumed her thighs were an erogenous zone, but she wanted Danica to keep touching her there. 

Danica smiled up at her and released her thigh—much to Mackenzie's chagrin—and ran her hand up the back of her left thigh to cup her buttocks with the curve between her thumb and index finger. Then she ran her thumb up the crack of Mackenzie's buttocks and then brought her hand down the flesh of her right cheek before her left pinky slid up the crevice and her hand cupped the cheek. Mackenzie moaned again as Danica's hand moved up the small of her back and then her hand moved down the crack of her ass, her middle finger sliding between the two cheeks. 

Mackenzie spread her legs slightly as Danica pulled her right cheek to the side and moved her hand between her lover's legs to tease her pussy from behind. Her right hand slid across the round flesh of her right cheek while her left hand started rubbing Mackenzie's pussy. Then she cupped her hand slightly and used her index finger to gently flick Mackenzie's hardened clit while the water continued its stimulation. 

Mackenzie pushed her ass towards her lover to allow her finger greater access. Danica looked up at her as her right hand moved in a circular motion over the flesh of her buttocks, seeing the pleasure etched on her lover's face. Mackenzie was so beautiful...so vibrant...so sexual! Danica stood up, running her hand along Mackenzie's back, and took the shower head from her and used it to rinse the soap from her lover's beautiful behind. She ran her hand between Mackenzie's legs, and Mackenzie spread her left leg to give her better access to her cunt. She moaned again as Danica scrubbed her cunt gently. 

Then Danica moved behind her and pulled Mackenzie's buttocks into her crotch as she bent her lover over and pressed the shower head into Mackenzie's cunt with her right hand. With her left, she reached around and started stimulating her lover's clit. Mackenzie pressed her ass into her lover's cunt, rubbing it against her warm flesh. Danica started arching gently against her, fucking Mackenzie's behind with her clit like a man would his cock. A moan escaped her mouth as one did Mackenzie's. Mackenzie held onto the wall as Danica's breasts pressed into her back, sending her flying to heaven. The gentle fucking motion was so erotic that Mackenzie was surprised she hadn't come yet, but she held on, wanting as much as Danica had to give her. 

They continued their rocking motion, Mackenzie's buttocks cradled gently in Danica's lap. No words passed between them, and just the sound of the shower running filled the small shower as they let their flesh touch one another. Danica reached her left hand around to grab Mackenzie's right breast, and Mackenzie reached down to stimulate her clit as gentle groans escaped her mouth. She was close to coming. She was so close! 

Danica's lips moved against her right cheek as the eroticism of the moment overcame her. Mackenzie was about to achieve orgasm, and she was the one giving it to her. Danica's pussy flowered open and her wantonness overwhelmed her. Perhaps she never wanted to let Mackenzie have another lover. Perhaps she wanted to keep this gorgeous woman all to herself for eternity. Would that be so wrong? 

She kissed her, and Mackenzie turned around so that they were facing each other again. Danica kissed her gently then slid down her body, taking the sprayer and pressing it against the lips covering Mackenzie's warm flesh. Mackenzie spread her legs as Danica washed her cunt with the hot water, and after making sure the water was pounding her cunt directly, Danica stood up and started kissed Mackenzie's left breast while Mackenzie put her arm around Danica for support. The water was beginning to cool, but it was stimulating Mackenzie even more. 

Mackenzie started fucking the showerhead, her hips moving back and forth as she closed her eyes and drank in the sensations assaulting her senses. She had never been so turned on as she was right now. The water massaging her pussy was growing colder by the second, but she didn't care. Her pussy was so hot that she was sure it was causing the water to steam. The gasps escaping her mouth were growing steadier as her orgasm near completion, and she kept fucking the showerhead, not wanting anything to interrupt this moment. She wanted to come because of Danica, and nothing else mattered. 

Danica stroked Mackenzie's left side with her left hand, her arms around Mackenzie's back for support. She pressed her breasts into the flesh of Mackenzie's stomach as she kept the assault on her lover's pussy going strong. Each gasp from Mackenzie made her stomach tremble, exciting Danica's hard, pebbled nipples. Each gasp grew stronger as the seconds passed, and Danica knew her lover was close to achieving orgasm. The thought excited her. 

Mackenzie stroked Danica's back and right arm as she felt the trembling in her cunt grow stronger with each passing moment. The power of the water striking her labia was about to make her pass out, but she wanted to hold on until everything was finished. She didn't want to miss one second of this powerful orgasm. She didn't want to disappoint her lover, who was providing her so much pleasure. 

Danica began kissing Mackenzie's neck as the quiet gasps turned into soft moans, each brushing Danica's lips as she nuzzled her lover. Mackenzie had to close her eyes as she held onto reality, which was slowly slipping from her grasp. Each moan reminded her she was awake, and she held onto each moan for dear life. Her body was on fire, each nerve ending awash with electricity. She wanted to remember this moment forever. 

She fucked the showerhead harder as her orgasm began. Her moans became quicker, sharper, as her pussy trembled and released, soaking the showerhead with her cum. The water sprayed her orgasm up over her and Danica's flesh, and Danica groaned as she continued nuzzling Mackenzie's neck. She kissed Mackenzie and pulled the showerhead away so she could run her finger along the soft flesh of her lover's pussy. Then she slid down Mackenzie's body and pressed her lips against the flesh at the top of her pussy, kissing the soft mons gently before delving deeper. She looked up at Mackenzie, whose eyes were still shut, and gently continued kissing her pussy with her tongue. 

The shower door opened, and Danica looked up to see a young, handsome man with dark hair on his head and equally dark hair covering the base of his long, hard cock standing in the doorway. She wondered who he was, for Mackenzie had said the man she was expecting was older, not this twenty-something that stood there now, his cock hard as steel and pointing at an angle up. 

He looked at the two of them, and Danica saw the lust in his eyes. But that lust seemed tempered, smoldering but not burning hot. Danica dropped the showerhead and stood up, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other. Mackenzie opened her eyes when she no longer felt the warmth of her lover's body, and she looked to see the man standing in the shower door, seeking permission to enter. 

He was just as handsome as she remembered him being throughout her entire life. He had not changed one bit. He still had a full head of hair, though it was cut short, almost spiky, and it was still dark, showing no signs of greying. His blue eyes were still sharp, clear, and no wrinkles could be seen at the edges. He had to be at least as old as her father, yet he still looked to be in his twenties, not forties like he should have been. 

Then her eyes traveled down the length of his body to his hard cock, and she felt another orgasm coat her inner thighs with her cum. He was much bigger than she had imagined, his cock throbbing, the veins along the length of him pumping blood into the thick member. She stared into his eyes and saw the wanton need in them. She saw him looking between her and Danica, and Mackenzie smiled. 

"Who wants him first?" she asked her lover.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 09: Knowing Love



Thanks to everyone that has voted for and favorite my story. As an author, it means a lot to know that people like my work. It's what helps us write, knowing we're not wasting our time or energy. But comments are also welcome, so we know what you like and don't like about the story. They don't have to be long, but they also help us when we're writing a story that comes out on a weekly or so basis. Thanks again! Oh, and thanks for being patient up to this point, but I hope this chapter makes up for the wait.





The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 09: Knowing Love



"No, I was a complete bitch saying something so thoughtless. You have every right to be angry with me." Mackenzie pulled away and drew her leg over Danica to stand up on the side of her bed. She put her arms around herself, covering her breasts. "God, after what you went through, and I tell you that you were nothing but a fuck for me? I'm such a moron!" She covered her eyes with the heels of her palms and let out a groan of anguished frustration. She turned and looked at Danica. "Please forgive me."

"What do you think, Savage?" Danica asked, looking at him across the room. "She was rather hurtful to me. Think she deserves to be punished?" Mackenzie could hear the mischief in her voice, and she knew Danica wasn't being serious. However, the implication set off all kinds of thoughts in her mind. The fact that Danica also asked Savage for his opinion showed Mackenzie that she was truly accepting him now.

Savage turned around and walked back over to the bed, looking the two naked girls over thoughtfully. "I think you should take her over your lap and spank her," he said, nodding his head with his decision. "Only a few swats, though: She does need to be more sensitive to her lovers' feelings."

"How many swats?" Danica asked, liking this idea.

"Five?" Savage asked.

"Five?" Mackenzie asked, her lower lip trembling, remembering the five swats her mother had given her earlier. It set her pussy on fire.

"You did hurt Danica's feelings," he told her. 

"But five?" She looked at Danica. "On my bottom?"

"Yes," Danica said, patting her lap. "And you have to count them out."

"All right—just don't ever tell my mom what happened—she might be more aggressive." 

Mackenzie lay down across Danica's naked lap, her bottom in prime position for a good spanking. Danica raised her hand to give the first spanking but stopped when she saw how tense Mackenzie had made her buttocks as she prepared for the first strike. Danica looked at Savage, and Savage moved around the bed, getting his first really good view of Mackenzie from behind. 

He began to wonder if his erection would ever subside again.

Danica raised her hand and brought it down—hard—on Mackenzie's rump, causing the girl to yelp at the pain stinging her derriere. She clenched her teeth and said, "One," surprised that Danica would spank her so hard. If she had to do four more of these, she wasn't sure she could keep from crying. It hurt!

The second strike was just as powerful as the first, and Mackenzie yelped again and looked at her lover with narrowed eyes and a scowl plastered on her face. She said, "Two," and glared at Danica, who just smiled at her and brought her hand down for a third swat. Mackenzie cried, "Three!" and felt her behind growing slightly numb from the impacts. She closed her eyes and waited for the fourth, only it never came.

She looked over her shoulder and saw Savage holding Danica's wrist, preventing her from delivering the next blow. Danica was looking at him questioningly, but Savage's eyes were focused on Mackenzie's red and burning behind. Danica looked at it and gasped when she saw a red handprint glowing on Mackenzie's darker skin.

"Oh, Kenzie...I'm so sorry!" she gasped. "I didn't think I was spanking you that hard!"

Savage leaned forward and pressed his lips to the handprint, sending a shiver up Mackenzie's spine as he kissed the spot tenderly. He felt the heat of her flesh and the heat of the spanking against his lips, and he had to adjust himself inside his pants. 

Yes, he was never going to lose this erection.

Mackenzie mewled like a baby kitten as she felt his lips against her round behind, and she pressed her buttocks against him, telling Savage that she wanted more—much more! She swayed her hips back and forth, letting Savage kiss one cheek and then the other, and the growth of beard on his face tickled her in a very pleasurable way. She closed her eyes as Savage spread her ass apart and licked her from the top of her crevice and down, past her asshole and then to her pussy. She groaned as he tongued her gently.

"You taste delicious," he told her as she arched her back, pressing his tongue deeper between her lips. He tongued her urethra then, being careful to avoid her vagina, knowing that was where she truly wanted his tongue. But he saw enough to realize how right her mother had been—that he would have to be gentle with her, and he wanted more than anything to take her with his penis. It would be the ultimate dream for him. He just hoped he could make it as good for her.

Savage pulled back, realizing he was thinking with the wrong organ. He couldn't take her. Not now. Not like this. He had to take her out to dinner first. He had to prove to her that she wasn't just another one-night stand. He had to prove himself...

Savage fell back, and Mackenzie sat up and turned towards him as Danica threw her legs over the edge of the bed. Both girls—naked—leaned forward.

"Are you all right?" they asked him.

He looked up into their beautiful faces, and his eyes roamed down their luscious bodies and then back up. Then he drew his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Hi, Savage," Janet said on the other end.

"I want to make love to Mackenzie right now," he told her through the phone, never taking his eyes off Janet's daughter. "I don't think I'll be able to make it unless I do. I'm so hard right now. I can't take her out to dinner. I can't take her to a movie or dancing or anything else because all I want to do is fuck her. Please, tell me I can."

"Go for it," Janet said and hung up.

Mackenzie hopped off the bed and straddled him, throwing her arms over his shoulders. She kissed Savage and ground herself against him. "Please tell me she said yes," she said and tilted her head to the left as she leaned in to kiss him. She took his phone from his hand and pressed the button on top to shut it down, making sure they would not be disturbed. Behind her, she heard Danica doing the same on her own phone and Mackenzie's.

"Please don't ask me to leave," Danica begged gently.

Savage broke the kiss and said, "Not on your life."

Mackenzie forced him to look at her, and she kissed him again, delighting in the feel of his lips against hers, how his lips quivered when her tongue touched them, and how they parted to let her enter. His mouth was hot, his tongue dueled hers, and kissing him sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her pussy. She felt his hardness against the length of her fiery furnace, so different from what she was expecting, so probing. She wanted him inside her. She didn't care how much her first time might possibly hurt, she wanted him buried deep.

Her stomach trembled with her wanton need, the butterflies bursting from their cocoons flying through her body and alighting on each of her nerves. His hands took her breasts, his palms soft but definitely rougher than Danica's, again showing the difference between and man and a woman. She was so happy that she had had her mother and Danica first, but now she wanted him, and she was going to have him.

She arched her cunt against him before sliding down his body, much to his chagrin. But she replaced her swollen pussy lips with her hands, feeling him with her fingers. Her heart pumped faster as she felt the size of him. She had never expected him to be this large. She was not sure what she was expecting, to be honest, but definitely not this. He seemed much larger now than when she had seen him fucking Danica, but she did not see how that was possible. Then again, she had barely seen him in the bathroom, and that was only after he had come inside her friend.

Or had he? Mackenzie had to admit that she wasn't sure about the full process of a man coming inside a woman, but she was sure there should have been some evidence of it afterward. She didn't think all of a man's cum would stay inside, but, again, she wasn't sure. Had Savage come with Danica or had she received the only orgasm of their coupling? Perhaps that was why he was so hard right now...so needing.

Savage placed his hand on her and slowly removed her hand from his cock. He looked at her almost pained and said, "Careful—I really don't want to cum just yet."

"Then come inside me," she said. "I've been so turned on since last night. Take me, Savage—I don't care how much it might hurt, I just want you inside me...now!"

He nodded and stood up. He lifted Mackenzie to her feet and kissed her, iron-hard flesh pressing into her stomach when she really wanted him pressing elsewhere. He was so long she wondered how her body could possibly accommodate him. She took him in her hand again, rubbing her thumb over his tip, and he groaned as a bit of pre-cum escaped. She took the wetness and spread it across his bulbous head as she felt her pussy clench in anticipation.

She broke the kiss and moved to lie down on the bed while Danica moved toward the headboard to give them both room. She wanted to see everything. She hoped she could be a part of this magical moment. To share in Mackenzie's first act of love with a man would be truly special, especially knowing how good Savage actually was.

Savage looked at Danica then at Mackenzie, and he said to Mackenzie, "Kiss her. Enjoy her body for me."

Mackenzie looked at her friend, seeing the lust in her eyes, and she smiled like a hungry tiger as she rolled over and moved towards her lover, stalking her like prey. Mackenzie reached up and took Danica's breasts, pushing them against her lover's body as she began to lick them hungrily. She licked Danica's nipples quickly before moving to kiss her friend's neck and face. There was no love here. This was fucking, pure and simple. She wanted to do Savage's orders quickly, not because she didn't love her friend, but because she wanted him inside her. Nothing else mattered now but fucking him.

But Danica had other plans. She pushed Mackenzie back and bent to suckle her nipples, enjoying the flesh of her friend's breasts so much. Mackenzie's nipples were harder than she had ever seen them, a testament to her arousal. Mackenzie tossed her head as she felt her friend's tongue lash her nipples, and when she looked down again, Danica reached up to kiss her, her tongue probing and licking, not able to get enough of Mackenzie's soft flesh.

Their hands groped one another as they kissed, the softness of the day gone in the heat of the moment. Each wanted something different: Mackenzie wanted Savage, and Danica wanted Mackenzie. But Mackenzie's resolve began to waver as her friend continued kissing her, and she began falling under Danica's spell.

Mackenzie groaned and bent to lick Danica's nipple like a dog drinking water. She threw her ass out toward Savage, hoping he'd take the hint and finally take her, but Savage was sitting back, enjoying the show the two girls were putting on for him. He held his cock by the base, his hands wrapped around his balls, knowing that if he stroked himself even once right now, he'd explode all over the bed. But he wanted to give Mackenzie a few more moments before he took her, wanting to be absolutely sure of her arousal. 

The two girls' moans filled the room as they kissed and licked, the sounds heavy and deep with their growing lust. Danica arched her back, pressing her body against Mackenzie, and Mackenzie took the opportunity to slip around her body and kiss Danica's naked ass, drawing a yelp of delight from her and a groan from Savage. Mackenzie's hands were all over her friend's rear end as her lips kissed her passionately. Danica rose up on her knees to allow her better access to her behind. Then she bent over as Mackenzie's mouth and tongue moved to the crevice and kissed her loudly.

Mackenzie's hands moved over her arms and back as she delighted in the flesh of Danica's round behind, then she grabbed at her left breast, squeezing the heavy globe and tweaking the nipple. Danica's hands went through Mackenzie's hair as she watched her lover enjoy her flesh. Then she pulled Mackenzie's mouth to hers and kissed her deeply as Danica's breasts rested atop Mackenzie's.

Danica looked at Savage sitting on the other side of the bed, and she saw his hard cock needing attention. She crooked her finger and said, "Come here, lover. You look so lonely over there."

Savage moved closer, and Mackenzie did not give him an opportunity before she kissed him, taking him in her hand again. Savage kissed her back, Danica partially squeezed between them, and his hands roamed over the flesh of Mackenzie's arm and her breasts pressed into Danica's. His hand moved to Mackenzie's breast, wanting to keep her in a constant state of arousal. But Danica's right breast was begging for attention.

He bent to kiss it, and Mackenzie joined him, both of their mouths enjoying different parts of Danica's breast. Then Mackenzie moved to kiss his right shoulder, and Danica pulled him to her and kissed his lips, tasting herself and Mackenzie on him, increasing her own arousal. Mackenzie moved her lips down his arm and across his stomach as her mouth made its way towards his cock. She did not hesitate before wrapping her lips around him and taking him deep into her mouth.

Savage groaned as her warm mouth took him and he felt his tip brush against the inside of Mackenzie's cheek. He continued kissing Danica as Mackenzie gave him her first blowjob, careful to not hurt him with her teeth. She licked and slurped him like a lollypop, the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock adding to her growing arousal. As she licked him, Savage moved his hand to cup Danica between her legs, his fingers stroking the soft flesh of her labia.

Mackenzie jerked him off into her mouth as Savage fed upon Danica's breast, her moans showing her increased arousal state. Danica watched Mackenzie suck him like a mad woman, and she said to Savage, "Does that feel good?"

"Yes," he said.

"I like watching her suck your cock."

"I like having her suck my cock," he said breathlessly.

Danica moved her hand to the back of Mackenzie's head and started pushing her mouth onto his cock, and Mackenzie continued licking and sucking like a slut, amazed she had never tried this before. It was so great! And he tasted so good!

"Suck him, baby," Danica told her, pushing Mackenzie's head down until she almost choked on Savage's hard cock. Mackenzie pulled away to take a breath before she went down on him again. Danica felt a twinge of jealousy pass through her pussy, and before she knew it, she was sucking Savage's cock. But Mackenzie did not want her to have all the fun, so she started kissing it at the same time as her lover. She took the head of his cock into her mouth while Danica kissed the shaft, and Savage had to wonder how he was ever going to make it to Mackenzie's pussy with his load intact.

Mackenzie pulled off his cock and Danica took it immediately into her mouth, jerking him off as she sucked hungrily on him. Mackenzie brushed her shoulder-length, blonde hair away so she could watch, and she encouraged her lover on with words of "Suck him, baby! Suck his cock! Put that cock down your throat!"

Danica slipped her hand to the back of Mackenzie's head and pulled off, pushing Mackenzie's mouth onto the tip before Savage could feel even a hint of cool air. She watched Mackenzie take him in, almost gagging herself on him, and Danica moved back up Savage's body, giving him her breasts, knowing his cock was in good hands.

Savage lay back as Danica mounted his face, pressing her pussy into his mouth. He began licking her soft flesh as he felt Mackenzie continue sucking him. He was in heaven, pure and simple. Nothing could be better than this moment in time.

Mackenzie looked over and saw Danica's ass just waiting for her mouth, so she wrapped her hand around Savage's cock and started jerking him off as she leaned over and started licking Danica's ass while Savage tongued her clit. Danica's cries of "Yeah, yeah!" encouraged them both to continue. But Mackenzie knew what she wanted more than anything, and she was going to finally take it.

She threw her leg over Savage's body and took him in her hand. Before he knew it, she pressed his wet tip against her pussy and shoved herself onto it without hesitating. She screamed as he tore past her hymen, and it took every ounce of her resolve not to pull off. She cried out again as she pushed onto him, taking him deep inside her virgin core. Savage tried hard not to arch, knowing she would have to adjust to his size, but at the moment, he could not help himself. He arched into her, filling her to the hilt, and Mackenzie grunted as she felt her body latch onto him and pull him further inside. 

The pain was intense but not nearly as bad as she was expecting. It was like a Band-Aid being ripped away—sharp, painful, but once gone she began to instantly feel better. She reached forward and held onto Danica's ass as she began riding Savage cowgirl style, pushing onto his cock and withdrawing before she pushed onto him again. 

"Ride that cock, Kenzie!" Danica said, turning partially around to watch her friend have sex for the first time. "Ride him hard! That's it! Take him deep in your pussy! How does his cock feel? Good?"

"Yes!" Mackenzie cried as she fucked for the first time. "God, yes! He feels so good inside my cunt! I never want him to leave it!"

Danica reached over and brushed Mackenzie's hair out of her face, smiling at her friend and lover. The smile on Mackenzie's face was one of the brightest and biggest she had ever seen there. It looked so good, and she hoped to never see it fade.

Savage's hands moved to Mackenzie's round ass and held it as she fucked him. She moved closer to Danica and reached out to cup her breast, giving him the reach he needed to suck her left nipple. The sensations assaulting her on all fronts were mind blowing, and Mackenzie could never imagine a more perfect end to her life as a virgin. She kissed Danica and pushed her fingers deep into her friend's pussy as Savage's cock fucked her own.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Mackenzie cried as she felt her orgasm build. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my virgin pussy! Fuck it, Savage, fuck it hard!"

He did as she begged, and he fucked her hard. He slammed his cock into her, feeling her lubrication coat him, making each passage into her easier than the last. She was so wet already, but she grew wetter with each push into her body. He felt her gripping him tighter, and he knew that Janet was right—given the proper training, her pussy would be the most wonderful one in the world. He felt like the luckiest man alive at the moment. He never wanted it to end.

"Dani," he grunted, his voice straining as he continued fucking Mackenzie's body. "Find my wallet...get...condom..." he said. "Please...hurry..."

"Nah uh," Mackenzie said, taking his face and kissing him. "You're coming inside me. I'm not going to have my first come with you go anywhere except into my womb. Don't worry—I'm on birth control."

"That's not one hundred percent," he said. 

"My birthday present is your sperm, Savage," she said. "After this, use a condom all you want, but the first time...you're coming inside me!"

She pushed hard and squeezed, and her orgasm washed over her like waves on a beach. The second she squeezed him, Savage shot his first load deep inside her, groaning like a wild beast as he came. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pumped her body, his heart pounding as he thought of what this might do, what Janet would say when she found out. Savage would never be able to fuck Mackenzie again, and that thought terrified him.

He pumped her one last time and withdrew, his cock going limp as it left her young body. Mackenzie looked down between her legs and saw the tip and first quarter of his cock red with her blood and a mixture of their combined cum. Savage looked down at himself before he closed his eyes and threw his arm over them.




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 09: Knowing Love



"I can't believe you let me come without protection," he said. "That was stupid, Mackenzie."

Mackenzie crawled on top of him, laying her body against his. She kissed him gently as Danica also laid partially on top of him, pressing her body close. She took him in her hand and started stroking him, wanting to get him hard again. Danica wanted to fuck him with Mackenzie's cum covering him. She didn't care what kind of slut that made her. She wanted him again and again and again.

"You worry too much," Mackenzie told him. "You gave me exactly what I wanted for my birthday." She reached down and stroked her lower stomach, smiling. "My belly is full of your cum. We're one, forever. Even if you leave me tomorrow, you'll be a part of me from now on. I can die happy knowing that."

Savage's hand moved to her ass, and he kissed her gently before sighing. "Your mom's going to kill me if she finds out."

"Who says she has to find out?" Mackenzie stroked him gently, surprised when she felt him respond so quickly. "Wow, you're excited today, aren't you?"

"With two beautiful girls latched onto me, who wouldn't be?" he asked, kissing her again.

Mackenzie rolled on top of him and pushed him into her body again. Savage pushed her off, though, and looked at Danica. "Condom, please," he said. 

"You've come inside me once—once more won't hurt," Mackenzie said with a pouty face.

"Not again," he said. "I'll feel guilty enough as it is."

"No guilt," Mackenzie said, kissing him, running her tongue over his lips. "Don't ever feel guilty when you're showing a girl love."

"Or two girls," Danica amended, pressing her lips against his and Mackenzie's at the same time. She pushed Mackenzie's legs away and rubbed herself against him, ignoring the blood and cum covering his cock. He grew instantly hard, and she slipped him into her body quickly before he could protest. She rode him gently, slowly, taking her time this go around. Savage groaned and arched gently into her.

"God, I'm so lucky," he gasped. "I'm so, so lucky to have you both!" He wrapped his arms around Mackenzie and squeezed her tight. "Sit on my face," he begged her. 

Mackenzie smiled and moved to do as he asked. She sat down with her pussy on his mouth facing Danica, who was still slowly riding Savage. As Danica slowly took him into her body, Mackenzie cupped and fondled her breasts, her eyes glued to her friend's crotch and the sight of Savage's cock nestled deep within, her labia parted on either side of him. The sight was so erotic that Mackenzie felt herself come instantly. Savage lapped at her labia thirstily, drinking all she had to give him.

He pumped Danica's small body hard, lifting her off the bed in a familiar ritual. She pushed against him just as hard, taking him deep into her depths, the head of his cock pressing against parts of her that until now she had never felt before. She grabbed his hips and held on tight while Mackenzie twisted Danica's nipples hard, pinching them and sending jolts of electricity down her spine. Her thrusts against him grew harder, faster, and it was only seconds before she came all over him and he burst inside her, filling her womb with his cum. She pulled off him, and the sight of his cum covering his cock made Mackenzie orgasm instantly.

They both fell against him, and all three drifted into the quiet oblivion of sleep.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 10: Aftermath



Thanks to all my readers and those who have put me on their favorites list. Thanks again to Devilgirlxvii, who I have not given near the credit that I should have for her help in editing my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my story. 

Chapter 10 

Aftermath 

Janet ran her hand through her sweat-slicked hair and pulled off Richard's cock, watching as it returned to its normal, non-aroused state, having been completely sated by her body in the hours since Savage had last taken her. She knelt in front of him and cleaned him with her tongue thoroughly before Richard pulled his pants up and fastened them. 

"Wow, you were in quite a state," he commented, kissing her on the lips. Their tongues danced together, and he tasted their combined fluids on her tongue. 

Janet pulled away and swallowed twice, taking what she could into her stomach. She cleared her throat gently and laid her head in his lap. "Why did you let me fuck Savage?" she asked, casting her eyes upwards. 

"You wanted to," he said, running his fingers gently through her hair as he stared down at her. "What he told us really got you horny." 

She sighed and put her head down again, taking comfort from her husband's presence. More than any person alive, she loved him—including Mackenzie. Janet wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and asked, "Did we make a mistake in telling him to go to Mackenzie? After all, you know how headstrong she is. I seriously doubt she told him to wear a condom." 

"Did you ask your lover to wear a condom your first time?" he asked, stroking her dark hair gently. 

Janet smiled. "You should know—you were my first lover," she reminded him. 

He laughed. "Oh, yes...I had almost forgotten." 

"My mom almost had me wearing a chastity belt from the time I started wondering about sex," she said, sitting back on her haunches and looking up at him. 

"Your dad wouldn't even contemplate the thought of me having sex with you until we were married," he reminded her. "I believe his exact words were 'I'll take your balls if you dump them in my daughter before you're married.'" 

Janet's violet eyes widened. "He did not say that!" she said in shock, never having heard that story before in her twenty-five years of marriage. 

"It was something like that," he admitted with a shrug. "Why do you think I bought an engagement ring so fast?" 

Janet laughed and leaned up to kiss him. 

"Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs. Jones," Carlotta said from the doorway, her back to them, "but do you need me to clean up the office?" 

"Thank you, Carlotta," Janet said, picking up her clothes and dressing. She looked around for her panties and remembered they were on the other side where Savage had fucked her earlier. "Give us a couple of minutes to right ourselves." She stepped into her panties and pulled them on followed by her jeans. Richard stood up and moved to stand next to her. 

"It's quite a mess in here," he told Carlotta. "We apologize." 

"Can't be any worse than some messes I've cleaned up," she said. "By the way, it's grown quiet in Ms. Mackenzie's room. I think she and Danica both had a very good time." 

Janet smiled and squeezed Richard's hand. "I guess our little girl isn't a little girl anymore," she said with some regret. 

"You know you're happy for her," he said. "I am, too. Savage is a good man. He was the right choice." 

Janet nodded, though she had to wonder about his statement. Was Savage truly the right man? She hoped so, but she had her doubts, as she supposed any mother would be when her daughter had chosen a man to take as a lover. "I just hope she can let him go," she commented. "I'm worried that she'll bond with him deeper than either of them suspects." 

"It's just sex," Richard said. 

"Maybe—maybe not," she told him gently. "You know how sensitive Mackenzie can be." 

"Are you saying she'll want him to stay?" he asked. 

"What if she did—and what if he wanted to?" she asked. "We still don't know everything about him, Richard." 

Richard moved in front of Janet and kissed his wife. "Our daughter isn't stupid—we raised her better than that. She knows what we expect from her in this, and she'll abide by it. Savage will be gone day after tomorrow and that will be the end of it. She'll next fuck some boy at school, and that's when we'll have to start worrying." 

Janet laughed and laid her head against his chest. "Yes, I suppose you're right." She yawned and stretched and said, "Why don't we go upstairs and get a bath?" 

"Didn't you get a bath this morning?" he asked. 

She smiled sexily. "Not with you," she said and led him off. 

They walked through the living room and into the foyer, heading upstairs to their bedroom. As they walked down the hall, Janet saw the door to Mackenzie's room open and her daughter step quietly out naked as the day she as born. She closed the door to her room and turned out, jumping when she saw her mother and father standing there. She clutched her heart and hissed quietly, "Man you two are quiet!" 

"What are you doing out of bed?" Janet asked, looking her over. Mackenzie definitely had the glow of a girl who had just had a great orgasm. Her body was still flushed, and the combined cum covering her inner thighs looked so delicious. Janet approached her while Richard held back, not wanting Mackenzie to get the wrong idea. 

"I have to use the bathroom," she said. "I'm also starving—I haven't eaten since lunch." 

"We'll have Carlotta bring you and the others some food," Janet said, hugging her. "How was it?" 

"Magical doesn't begin to describe it," she said. "And to have Danica there when he took me...man, I couldn't have been more turned on." 

"Did it hurt?" 

"Not as much as I was expecting, but a bit, yeah," Mackenzie admitted. 

"May I?" her mother asked, running her hand down Mackenzie's stomach and cupping her gently. Mackenzie parted her thighs, and her mother slipped her fingers inside easily, pumping her twice before withdrawing them. She kissed Mackenzie on the mouth. "I'm so proud of you." 

Mackenzie shrugged self-consciously and looked at her dad. She looked quickly away. 

"I don't know if I like dad seeing me naked," she whispered to her mom, hiding herself behind Janet's body. "I'm sorry, but...it's creepy." 

Janet could see that Mackenzie hated feeling that way, but she nodded and turned to face her husband. "Would you get the bath ready, dear?" she asked. 

Richard smiled and averted his eyes from his daughter. "I'd be happy to," he said and moved off down the hall, keeping his eyes off them. 

After he was gone, Mackenzie let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Janet put her arms around her and hugged her gently. 

"I'm so sorry," Mackenzie told her mom, tears filling her eyes. "I don't want dad to be angry with me! Please talk to him!" 

"Honey, he would never do anything to hurt you," Janet said. "We've told you that. If you don't want to sleep with him, you don't have to. If you don't want to sleep with me, either, that's fine. You have to be comfortable with us. I never, ever want you to feel you can't be with us as you want. I think it might be a good idea to keep your clothes on outside your room, however." 

"Sorry, but I still don't have my clothes washed," Mackenzie said. "Carlotta is taking care of that, though." 

"Just wear clothes from now on," Janet said, kissing the top of her head. "Now excuse me, but your father and I are going to take a bath. Enjoy the rest of your evening with Savage and Danica. I'll have Carlotta send some food up." 

"Thanks, Mom," Mackenzie said, hugging her. 

"I'm so proud of you," Janet said and moved off down the hall. 

"Mom?" Mackenzie called quietly. 

"Yes, darling?" Janet asked, turning back towards her. 

"I love you and dad so much," she said. 

"I'll make sure to tell him." Janet made a point to lick her finger, which was covered with her daughter's and Savage's cum, before going to her room. 

Mackenzie swallowed nervously but went to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it so she could have a few moments of privacy. She opened the toilet lid and sat down, and she groaned as she let herself go, taking in the quiet of the bathroom and the peace surrounding her. The past day had been entirely too much for her, and now it was over. She had had sex with her mom, her best friend, and she had given her virginity to the man she had wanted to. Tomorrow, Danica would go home and Monday Savage would leave her. After that, she would be sleeping alone. 

Only, she did not want to sleep alone. She had fallen asleep next to Savage, and it had felt right to her, it had made her feel complete. Savage was the man for her, she thought with growing despair. He had felt right inside her, as if his cock was the perfect match for her pussy. He hadn't been too big and he hadn't been too small—he had been the perfect, right size for her. She hadn't had to clench too hard to grip him and he hadn't filled her so much that clenching was impossible. 

And he had been so gentle. She may have hurt when she took him, but that was her fault for taking him too quickly. He had tried to pull away, to protect her, but she had not allowed it. When he had ripped past her hymen, he did the only thing he could to ease her pain, and that was to push through until he was buried deep inside her. Savage had made her first time memorable and special, and she would never be able to forget him. 

She sighed as she sat on the toilet, her chin supported by her hand, her arm propped on her knee. Two days she had with him. Two. That was all. 

It wasn't enough—especially if she had to share him with Danica. She loved Danica—she loved her so much—but Savage was hers. Mackenzie had never wanted to share him with anyone, and after making love to him so viciously, she never wanted to share him again. She needed to not just fuck him but also make sensual love to him, to see if he was truly as capable of love as she imagined. She had fucked Savage hard, but now she wanted to make soft love to him. 

She yawned as tiredness overcame her. She had been through a lot. She needed food, then she needed a good night's sleep. That good night's sleep had to be with Savage. 

She wiped herself clean then flushed the toilet before washing her hands. She dried them off and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked tired, her make up was a little smudged—the same make up from yesterday, she realized—and her body ached as the stress she had placed herself under finally subsided. Mackenzie sighed and shook her head. 

"What am I going to do?" she asked. "I did not want to fall in love with him." 

She opened the bathroom door and walked across the hall to her room. She opened the door to her room gently and then closed it behind her. She watched Savage and Danica sleeping gently on the bed. He held her close to him like Mackenzie used to hold a giant teddy bear she owned that now sat forgotten in a corner of her room. She looked around her room and spotted it sitting behind a chair that she read her Kindle in. How long had it been since she had last paid it any attention? How long would it be before Savage paid her that kind of attention after he left? She would have to make sure he paid her all the attention she wanted before that happened—before she became forgotten like that stuffed bear. 

She crawled back into bed and took him in her hand, stroking him gently. Savage groaned and came awake, and he stared sleepily into her brown eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, and Mackenzie kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back and let go of Danica, moving his arm from her so he could envelop Mackenzie in his embrace. He rolled them over onto her back, and his engorged tip nestled between her parted thighs. His hands gripped her breasts gently as Mackenzie pushed him inside her opening. 

Savage slipped into her, damning himself for not having a condom again. But if she were going to get pregnant, it would have already happened. There was no turning back the clock now. He just had to pray that he was right, that he could not get her pregnant. If he could, he would have changed her life forever. That was something he had never wanted to do. 

He pushed deep into her, stopping when their mounds met, the hair at the base of his shaft pressing against her hairless lips. Her labia sucked on his cock gently, like her mouth did with his tongue as they kissed. He withdrew from her, and her pussy lips closed, protecting the most intimate parts of her. He placed his middle finger against her, letting it slide between her pussy lips as he moved it up and down, up and down, exciting her. Mackenzie moaned softly and closed her eyes. 

"Be gentle with me," she said, running her hands through his short hair as she arched herself against the length of his finger. "I'm still a bit sore." 

"I never meant to hurt you," he said, leaning down to kiss her right nipple. "I'm so sorry, Mackenzie. I never wanted to hurt you." 

"I hurt myself, silly," she told him, arching her breast into his mouth. "I took you harder than I thought, that's all." She wrapped her arms around his head and held him tight to her breast. "Thank you for being so sensitive, though." 

"Will you two shut up, I'm trying to sleep," Danica mumbled next to them, rolling over onto her other side as she curled up. Savage pulled away from Mackenzie's breast and allowed his eyes to follow the curve of Danica's spine down to her round buttocks, which were slightly flared by her new position. He felt himself grow harder, and he pushed back inside Mackenzie until he was nestled fully within her. 

"I have my two favorite girls' cum inside me, and I have my favorite guy's cum inside me. I'll die happy," Mackenzie told him gently as she wrapped her arms and legs around his torso. 

"You keep mentioning dying," Savage said, looking at her. "You are all right, aren't you?" 

Mackenzie laughed. "I'm perfectly fine," she said with a small laugh. "Not a worry in the world—not even a cold." 

"Good," he said, kissing the tops of her breasts. "Because I really don't think I'll be letting you go for a while." 

She touched his face with both hand as he pumped her body and said, "Don't make promises you don't intend to keep." 

Savage let himself rest inside her, the muscles of her vagina gripping him with the softness of a velvet glove. She was still tender—he could tell by the small twinges of pain that she tried to hide from him. It would be a few days before she was ready for a serious fucking, so he would not mind being gentle with her until then. 

As he rested, he stared into her brown eyes that were so full of kindness and love. It was a look he had not seen in the eyes of a lover before, and it was a look that he was not completely sure he wanted to see in hers. Mackenzie was too young to know what love was, let alone the implications of it. He was far too old for her, too. He had held her as a baby, he had watched her grow up, and now here she was, naked below him, his cock buried in her pussy, his sperm swimming in her womb. He did not deserve to be in her arms—in her cunt. Her virginity should have gone to a boy her age, someone from her school that she should be in love with. Instead, she had given it to him, and he saw that love in her eyes that should have been for someone else staring directly at him. He was such a fool. 

He laid down against her breast, letting himself slip free of her body. Mackenzie released him as he closed his eyes. He felt her heart thumping against her ribcage excitedly. He listened to it, concentrating on the sound. Her body trembled in his arms and around him as she held him. He had made love to dozens upon dozens of women, and none of them had trembled like this in his arms. None of them had shown this much kindness to him. 

"Mackenzie?" he said gently, his breath blowing softly across her breast. 

"Yes, lover?" she asked. Three words wanted to escape her mouth for him to hear, but she held them in check, knowing she would sound like a fool should she utter them. Instead, she said a word that she hoped expressed her feelings while being nothing more than a term that one sexual partner said to another. 

"You know I can't be what you want me to be," he said. "Your parents would never allow it, and I cannot allow it, either. No matter what this time with you means to me, it can never go beyond what we have here. This time, this place, this bed is all we will ever have between us. After I leave, when I come to visit you again, we'll never be able to do this again. You do know that, right?" 

Mackenzie felt her heart crack right down the middle, but in her strongest voice she said, "Of course—you're just my...toy for the weekend. I'm not foolish enough to expect more, Savage. I'm just fucking you, showing you a good time, and after you leave, that's it—nothing more. Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya, and don't let the door hit you in the ass as you leave. My mom and dad were very clear as to the rules. I'm going to give myself to you fully, though, while you're here. And you're going to treat me like a princess, understand?" 

He nodded and kissed the inside of her left breast. "I shall endeavor to make your Majesty as happy as I can." 

"Good—now put yourself back inside me because I feel empty." 

Savage smiled and pushed back between her legs, his own stomach trembling as he imagined his life without her. It had to be this way, but he was going to enjoy her body as much as he possibly could. If she walked funny for a week, so be it. 

"How can you possibly be so ready all the time?" she asked. "I didn't think men recovered that quickly except in porn movies!" 

"You've watched porn?" he asked. 

She shrugged and said, "Like I'm sure you haven't." 

He laughed, and next to them, Danica rolled over and looked at them. "If it's going to be like this all night, I might just go home," she said. "I'm tired, guys." 

"No, you're just cranky because you haven't eaten," Mackenzie told her as Savage pushed into her again and withdrew. "But food is coming, so get up." 

Danica sat up in bed and felt her stomach rumble hungrily. She placed her hand on it to try and quiet it down. "Boy, I am hungry." 

"Probably getting dehydrated, too," Savage said. "I know I am." 

Mackenzie kissed him, pushing saliva into his mouth with her tongue. Savage looked at her and she smiled. "You can drink from me all you want to," she said. "Especially when I come." She sighed. "Although, I wish my mom was here with her milk. You want to talk about something tasty." She rubbed her stomach as Savage pushed into her again, his strokes gentle and smooth—not hurried in the least. Then her hand slipped down and her index finger started fingering her clit. 

"May I?" Danica asked, leaning down between her legs as Savage continued fucking Mackenzie. 

Mackenzie moved her finger from her clit and said, "Please, be my guest." 

Danica leaned down and flicked her tongue across Mackenzie's aching clit, making her jump from the erotic contact she was receiving. She clenched her buttocks as she arched against Savage's cock and Danica's tongue. Savage eased his thrusts into her so as not to jar Danica's face, turning what started as a thorough fucking into a mind-numbingly slow screw. Each push of his body into hers had no power to it, and she felt every inch of his cock as it slid along the soft walls of her cunt. 

"God, fuck me—please, one of you just fuck me!" she cried wantonly. "Please, for the love of Heaven! I need to be fucked!" 

Danica blew gently across her clit then pulled away. "Do it," she told Savage. 

Savage pulled his hard cock from Mackenzie's body and slammed it home again, drawing a cry of pain from her young mouth. He ignored it, however, and kept up the brutal treatment, giving Mackenzie the hard fucking she desired. Over and over he thrust against her until she wrapped her legs around him to hold him against her. He pounded her body hard, her cries and moans telling him what a good job he was doing. After a few minutes, he finally released and Mackenzie's legs fell open. Savage withdrew, and Danica immediately put her head between her friend's legs and started licking her, bringing Mackenzie to orgasms quickly. As she ate Mackenzie out, Savage lifted her to her knees and speared into Danica from behind. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 10: Aftermath



Danica stopped and looked over her shoulder at Savage, amazed by how hard he still was. "Do you ever go limp?" she asked. 

"With two beautiful, willing girls like you, how can I possibly?" he asked, slapping himself against her ass cheeks noisily as he thrust into her warmth. "I just hope you forgive me if I still don't have a condom on!" 

She shrugged. "Hey, if Kenzie gets pregnant, Dani might as well, too," she said. "At least we'll be out of high school when we have your babies." 

Mackenzie laughed and ran her hand through Danica's blonde hair. "We might even have them close to the same time," she said. "Almost twins by different mothers!" 

"Don't forget...I slept with...Janet, too," he reminded them, needing to come again so badly. If he did not leave these girls soon, he was sure he was going to go insane with his desire for them. 

"That's right," Mackenzie laughed as she fondled Danica's beasts. "I guess you could have three children." 

Savage thrust into Danica and shot his seed into her craving womb, drawing a grunt of satisfaction from her that she sent straight up Mackenzie's cunt, making the brunette's toes curl delightedly. Savage pulled out of Danica and stepped away, unable to take any more at the moment. He began to get dressed, knowing if he didn't, he'd take them both again. 

"Party's over," Mackenzie said with a frown as she came over Danica's face. Danica licked her up hungrily. "If I just had my underwear, I could go get some food." 

A knock came on her door then and she heard Carlotta say, "Ms. Mackenzie, is it safe to come in?" 

"Not yet, Carlotta," Mackenzie called. 

"I have some dinner for you and Danica and Mr. Savage," she said through the door. "I also have your clothes." 

"Thank God," she said, pushing Danica away and grabbing a robe from a chair by her bed. She pulled it on and started for the door, but she collapsed to the floor like a rag doll. She looked up at Savage. "What the hell?" 

"I don't think I can walk, either," Danica told her. "My legs feel like jelly." 

"You'll be okay," Savage told her. "Dani, put something on so I can open the door." 

Danica just slipped beneath the bed sheets and pulled them enticingly up over her breasts. She smiled at Savage. "I'm much more comfortable, though probably leaking all over Kenzie's sheets." 

"Like you leaked all over my bedspread?" she asked as Savage helped her into bed beside Danica. She pulled the sheets and bedspread up over herself, laying her arms over them, letting the bedspread mold to her voluptuous shape. "Let her in, Savage—I need food!" 

Savage opened the door, and Carlotta came into Mackenzie's room. She looked at Savage then at the two girls in bed. She was carrying a tray of food, and behind her, Milena was carrying a basket filled with Mackenzie's new underwear, freshly washed. She looked at Savage and smiled, then her eyes fell on the two girls in bed, and she cleared her throat uncomfortably. 

"I'll just put your things in the drawer, Ms. Mackenzie," Milena said, keeping her eyes averted. She walked over to Mackenzie's dresser and started folding her clothes. 

Carlotta placed the tray of food on the bed. "I didn't want to upset your stomachs, so I made some light breakfast food," she told them, removing the silver lid to reveal eggs, bacon, juice, and some fresh fruit. "You may think you want something heavier, but sex can upset your stomach." 

"It looks great, Carlotta," Mackenzie said, reaching forward for a piece of toast while holding the bedclothes to her young breasts. She took a bite of the buttered bread, and as the taste touched her tongue, she realized how truly hungry she was. She devoured the bread quickly and reached for a glass of orange juice. She looked at Danica, and the young blonde reached out for food of her own. 

"Will there be anything else, Miss?" Carlotta asked. 

"You might want to bring some more," Mackenzie decided. "I didn't realize how hungry I was!" 

"Just take it slow," Carlotta warned her. "Mr. Savage doesn't need you getting sick." She turned and looked at him, and he felt his face flush red in embarrassment. Carlotta just smiled at him and said, "Thank you for being gentle with her. She will appreciate that later on." 

Savage covered his mouth and coughed. "Um...not a problem," he said. He looked at Milena, who was trying hard not to look at the bed where the two girls sat eating. He felt his stomach lurch when she looked at him, and his cock stirred in his pants. She was truly beautiful with light blonde hair and a cherub face. Her body had a few extra pounds on her but still looked great, and her uniform could not hide the generous size of her breasts. But it wasn't her body that got his full attention. Something about her was very, very familiar. 

She worked quickly and closed the dresser drawer when she was done. "Your clothes are ready, Lady Mackenzie," she said nervously, giving a brief bow. She took the empty basket and left the room quickly. 

"I'll bring you some more food in a few minutes," Carlotta said and quickly left after Milena, closing the door behind her. 

"You should have some of this before it gets cold," Danica said, holding up a piece of toast covered with eggs. "Jessie's a really great cook." 

Savage was not paying attention to her, though. His eyes were on the door, his face contorted in thought. Mackenzie could see his hard cock tenting his pants, and she smiled. 

"You might want to put Milena out of your mind, Savage," she told him. "She's a bit of a cold fish—too bad, considering how beautiful she is. I wouldn't mind fucking her myself." 

Savage jumped at her words, not realizing he had been concentrating that hard. He looked at Mackenzie and said, "No, I wasn't thinking about that," he told her. "Besides, it would be bad form to think about another lover when I have two such beautiful ones before me." He sat down on the bed and picked up a fork to scoop up some eggs. "No, she just...looks familiar." 

"She hasn't been with us that long, so I don't think you've seen her before," Mackenzie told him. 

"Maybe she just has that kind of face," he thought. 

"I don't think you were looking at her face," Danica said with a smile. "I know I wasn't." 

Savage put the fork down and stood up. "Excuse me...I have to use the bathroom."



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 11: The Beautiful Maid



The Beautiful Maid 

Savage closed the door to Mackenzie's room and leaned back against it, thinking. Something wasn't right about that girl he had seen. She had avoided eye contact with him where most girls would have torn off their clothes to get him to notice them. He had had sycophants trailing after him his entire life, throwing themselves at him, wanting to be with him just because they could. He wasn't handsome by any stretch of the imagination, but his power and money made him very desirable. For a girl to shun him was unusual. 

Then there had been her actions and her words. She had bowed to Mackenzie, had called her Lady instead of Miss like Carlotta did. How many people nowadays used such an archaic term? No one that he knew of—especially a girl that young. There was too much reverence in the way she bowed and spoke, almost as if... 

You're overthinking things, he told himself. She could just be from England! Though, she did not have an English accent. Her accent was almost... 

He shook his head again, forcing his thoughts aside. Things have been too quiet for too long, and you're just growing paranoid. Just go to the bathroom, then go back into that room and fuck those two girls all night long. That's all you're going to do, Savage. That's all you're going to do. 

He found himself walking down the hall towards the kitchen, doing the exact opposite of what he knew he should do. He had to find that girl. He had to make sure. 

Savage felt his stomach twisting as he made his way through the foyer. He looked around and saw the girl disappear into another room across from the living room. He thought about his actions for a moment before he followed her. He followed her through two other rooms before he saw her heading for the garage. She had keys in her hand, and he assumed she was leaving, going home for the night. So, she didn't live here. Interesting. 

Go back, his brain told him. Go back to Mackenzie. You know this won't end well. 

He caught up to Milena just as she was about to open the door to the garage. He caught her hand, and Milena yelped as he spun her around and pushed her against the door, his arm to her throat. 

"Who are you?" he demanded hotly, his voice soft in the quiet house. 

"Wh-What are you doing?" Milena squealed fearfully, her sky blue eyes meeting his. "Please, let me go!" 

"Tell me who you are!" Savage demanded, ramming her against the door. 

"M-Milena—Milena Strong," she said in a small, fear-filled voice. "Please, what are you doing?" 

"Tell me who you really are!" he hissed. "Tell me the truth!" 

"Please! Why are you—?" Her voice squeaked as he pressed his arm against her throat, cutting off her voice. 

"Don't lie to me," he growled. "As Prince of the Royal House of Beraellis, I demand you answer me! You cannot lie!" 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" she said breathlessly as her lips began to turn blue and tears fell from her eyes. "Please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone about this—I swear!" 

Savage growled and ripped open her blouse, baring her light blue bra and heavy cleavage to his gaze. Milena tried to scream but couldn't because of his arm. Instead, she began crying harder as he pulled her bra from her breasts and gazed intently upon her left nipple. He saw a small scar above the nipple, and he said, "How did you get that?" 

Milena pushed him away, finally having had enough, and she pulled her bra up to cover her nipple and the scar. She spat in his face and said, "If you must know, I was climbing a tree when I was fourteen and slipped. I fell and hit a branch, and it almost tore my nipple off! Are you satisfied, you pervert?" She kicked him and tried to pull her uniform back together, but it was torn beyond repair. "Look what you did, you bastard! My uniform is ruined!" 

"I don't believe you," Savage said, standing immediately up as if her kick had done nothing to him. 

"I don't care what you believe! It's the truth! And don't think I won't tell Mrs. Janet or Ms. Mackenzie about this! They might be interested in knowing you like tearing girls' clothes off without their permission!" 

Savage drew himself up to his full six-foot height, overshadowing her. He glared at her, and Milena flinched and drew away. "You're lying," he said, his voice stern. "I know the placement of a mark for a servant of the House of Beraellis, and on a girl, it's always just above the left nipple. I don't know how you had it removed or why you're here—" 

"You piece of shit!" she screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. "I don't know what you're fucking talking about! You're insane! Just leave me alone!" 

Savage grabbed her again and yanked her bra down to her waist, tearing her uniform completely, and Milena screamed as she started beating on him. He looked at her breast again, and the scar was different, smaller, not of the same shape as it had been before. He pulled back in shock and she kicked him in the balls, this time doubling him over and sending him to the floor. She hit him over the head with her purse and fled the house before he could follow. 

"Mr. Savage!" Carlotta yelled as she entered the kitchen and saw him on the floor. Savage groaned and looked up at her. "What happened?" 

"I screwed up," he said, pulling himself to his feet. "Where's Janet? I need to tell her what just happened." 

"She and Mr. Richard are in bed," Carlotta told him. "What happened?" she asked. 

"She'll understand," Savage said. He stood up slowly, his groin in terrible pain, his balls feeling like they were kicked back into his body. He shook it off quickly, though, and made his way to Janet and Richard's bedroom. He knocked quickly on the door. 

Richard answered wearing just pajama bottoms. He seemed surprised to see Savage there. "What's going on?" he asked. "We heard screaming and I was just on my way—" 

"I messed up," Savage said, the last vestiges of pain still on his face. "May I come in?" 

Richard stepped aside to allow him entrance. Savage saw Janet in bed, the sheets clutched to her breast protectively, even though he had seen her naked before. He looked between them and said, "I've been really paranoid for a while that people from my family's House have followed me here," he told them, cutting to the chase. "When Milena brought Mackenzie's clothes to her, I could have sworn she had the same manners of a servant of my House, and I followed her and demanded that she tell me who she was. Then. . ." He shook his head. "Then when she didn't tell me, I tore her blouse to look at her breast where they mark our servants. I saw a scar there, as if she had had a mark removed, only. . ." 

"What are you talking about?" Janet asked in confusion. "Are you saying you assaulted one of our maids?" 

Savage nodded. "I'm sorry, but...all the signs were there. I guess...I guess I was just too paranoid." 

Janet sighed and shook her head. "This is going to cost a lot of money to keep out of the papers—and to keep you out of jail," she said, glaring at him. 

"I'll pay whatever it takes to keep her quiet," he said. "Damn, how could I be so stupid?" 

"From what you've told us, you were just protecting yourself," Janet said. She slipped out of bed and reached for a robe. "But what made you think she worked for your family?" 

Savage shook his head and told her the logic behind his feelings. Janet shook her head and laughed a little. She picked up the phone and dialed Milena's number. "Savage just told us what happened," she said to the crying girl. "Please, come back and let's discuss it. Thank you." She looked at Savage. "She's coming back, though against her better judgment. You really scared her." 

"I know," he said. "I was scared, too, though." 

"Your family is that bad?" she asked. 

"Worse," he said truthfully. "They want me dead." 

"What on earth for?" she asked. "What could you have possibly done to deserve a death sentence?" 

"I was born with a good heart," he said. "My twin sister and I both." 

Milena did not immediately return to the Jones estate. Instead, she went to a nearby estate and drove up the long driveway to a beautiful brick mansion that had far too many rooms. She parked in the circular drive before the main doors and got out. A man in a servant uniform opened her door and helped her out before she went inside. 

The house was cold, mostly barren, with little in the way of furniture or accouterments. No paintings hung on the walls, and the expensive chandeliers were mostly decorative. Only a few lights in a few rooms were on at a time. 

She spoke to another servant and was directed to a room at the end of a hallway. She entered, and there she found a beautiful woman with long brown hair tied in a braid that fell down her back sitting at a desk, going over reports. The woman looked up as Milena entered, and when she saw the state of Milena's outfit, she stood up and went immediately to her, taking the young girl into her arms. 

"What happened?" the woman asked. 

"He's suspicious," Milena said. "He tore open my dress and looked at my breast. He saw the scar." 

"But you said he's suspicious—he doesn't know?" she asked. 

Milena shook her head. "I don't know. He was all over me, demanding I tell him the truth, and then he looked at the scar again and suddenly pulled back like he wasn't sure." 

The woman glowered and gnashed her teeth. "Those idiot sorcerers—they didn't do their job properly. I'll have their heads for this mistake! They could have given everything away!" She stroked Milena's hair. "What else happened?" 

"I kicked him in the balls and escaped before anything else could happen," the servant girl said. "But Mrs. Jones called me and wants me to come back to talk about what happened." 

The woman turned and chewed gently on her long, red fingernail as she thought about this. "And what did you say?" she asked. 

"I told her I would come back after I changed—I assumed you didn't want me to just quit on the spot," she said. 

"No, you did the right thing," the woman told her. "We knew putting you in that house would eventually lead us to him. It's amazing he's been able to avoid us for as long as he has considering who he is on this world. Then again, he's used his own magic to disguise himself." She sighed. 

"What do you want me to do?" Melina asked. "I can't just forgive him for assaulting me—it may be common on Aerilon, but here it's unheard of. And I am, first and foremost, a servant of House Beraellis, and he is still my lord, even if he's being hunted." 

The woman turned narrowed eyes on her. "You didn't reveal yourself," she said accusingly. 

"Almost, but I didn't," she said. "It was hard ignoring two hundred years of ingrained teachings." Milena worried her top lip with her teeth. "I don't know if I'll be able to resist it again." 

"Kneel!" the woman commanded, and Milena instantly fell to one knee before her, head bowed, arms spread wide. The woman clicked her tongue pityingly. "Yes, we've done our job too well, it seems. You must resist him, though. He is not your lord. He is an enemy of our House, and you must remember to treat him as such." 

"I'm trying," she said; "but when he touched me, all I could imagine was him making love to me." 

"Another ingrained teaching," the woman spat. "Though it does have its usefulness, I suppose," she said, remembering the male servants she had had her way with in her time thanks to that teaching. "You'd better get back before they wonder what happened to you—or if you've gone to the police. When you return, you will confront him and demand one million dollars to remain quiet. Then you will tell Janet Jones that you are leaving. After that, you will return here and we will send you home." 

Milena's eyes went wide, and tears filled them. "I'll get to see Aerilon again?" she asked in a small, hopeful voice. 

The woman stroked her hair and lifted Milena to her feet. She kissed her on the side of the mouth and said, "Of course, my dear. You've done your job splendidly. Now you will be rewarded—money, land, servants of your own: everything you have ever desired." 

"And I'll no longer be your slave?" she asked, touching her left breast where the symbol of her servitude burned like a brand. 

"You'll be free—I swear it!" 

Milena bowed to her and left. She went to her room and changed her clothes before going back to her car and returning to the Jones estate. She parked in the garage and sat quietly for a few minutes, feeling nervous in her stomach. She took several deep breaths to calm herself. She had to face him again—Prince Rhaenor Beraellis, the Fourth Son, the Fourth Heir to the Throne of Drinad of Aerilon—a man she had wanted to take to her bed more than anyone—a man who had never asked, never demanded, who had never spoken the words of command over her that would let him have his way with her. He had never believed in the Commands, had never believed that servants should be treated in such a way—that their free will should be shackled. 

It was one reason she loved him so much. 

But she was a servant. She was a slave. Her brand was written upon her skin with Daemera Beraellis's very own lipstick, sealed with a kiss upon her nipple that enslaved her forever to the Beraellis Empire. And her first act as slave was to fuck all five members of the Beraellis family—all except Rhaenor and his twin sister, Rhaenemera, who did not believe in such practices. 

She had thought them fools for giving up their positions as prince and princess, and when the family had decided that their son and daughter needed to be executed, Milena was behind them, willing to help in any way she could. Then she had seen him, and she had seen the kindness in his eyes, and she knew that the family was wrong, that Prince Rhaenor was the man she should have supported. 

Milena beat her fists upon her steering wheel and screamed angrily at the wrongness of her life, of all she had given up. But she could right things. She had to. When she returned to Aerilon, the mark would vanish and she would be free. She would have her own small duchy, her own servants, and she would treat them as she would have wanted to be treated. They would be free people, paid a good salary for their work. She would be a good Duchess and protect them. 

Once she betrayed the man she loved. 

For now, she could do nothing else. Even if she wanted to protect him, she could not. The brand burned her breast, reminding her of her slavery, of who truly controlled her actions. 

She opened her car door and went inside the house, making her way to Janet and Richard's room. She passed Mackenzie's room on the way and listened at the door, but it was quiet within, the two girls probably asleep after their day. How she envied them both—to have the cock of Prince Rhaenor Beraellis between their legs, if only for a night. She sighed and continued on. 

Milena knocked quietly on the door, and Richard opened it. "Please come in," he said. 

"I don't want to be here," she said, falling into her role when her eyes saw the man everyone knew as Randall Savage. "I can't stay after what happened." 

"We understand," Janet said. "What will it take for you to remain quiet about what happened?" 

"A million dollars," Milena said, her voice cracking on the words. "Pay me that and you'll never hear from me again." 

"Of course," Janet said sadly. "You were a good worker, Milena, and we hate to lose you under such trying circumstances. Will you allow Savage to apologize? It might be worthless, but it might help." 

"He can do whatever he wishes," she said. "Just make it brief." 

"I had no right to do what I did to you," he said. "It was...inexcusable, and you have every right to hate me. To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't call the police." 

"I couldn't do that to Ms. Janet and Mr. Richard," she said, looking at them with her head down. "I respect them. They've always treated me well." 

"You came to us with nothing," Janet told her. "You proved yourself willing and able, and we're both sorry to see you leave. Richard will cut you a check, if that's acceptable?" 

Milena nodded. 

"Come with me to my office," Richard said. He turned toward the door, and Milena moved to follow him. She took a step and crashed to one knee before falling onto the floor. Richard turned to look at her with stunned eyes and Janet leapt to her feet, rushing to the young girl's side. She turned her over and screamed when she saw Milena's face turning black as ash, the phenomenon growing from her lips where the woman had kissed her earlier. 

"What is going on?" she asked, looking to Savage as if he might have an explanation. 

Savage rushed over and swore when he saw what was happening. "Put her on the bed!" he demanded of Richard and Janet. "She only has a few moments!" 

"What are you talking about?" Janet asked as Richard picked Milena up and put her on the bed as asked. 

"She's been shadow-poisoned," he said. "It's a strong, deadly drug on my world. It can kill anyone, even immortals, except for those that made it to begin with. If I don't stop it, she'll die. Please stand back." 

Savage clapped his hands together then spread them apart, starting to speak in a language that neither Janet nor Richard had ever heard before. It was not a dark language, though. The words were light, airy, almost like the Elvish spoken in The Lord of the Rings movies Mackenzie had demanded they watch. And as they watched Savage, a dome expanded from his outstretched arms and covered Milena's body. 

She moaned as the shadow poison continued to envelop her face and moved slowly down her neck. Savage kept speaking, his words seeming to be doing nothing, and then Janet saw that the shadow had changed, that is had slipped from Milena's brow and down her face toward her left breast. She was not sure, but it seemed as if Savage was controlling it somehow, directing it for some purpose she did not know. The shadow slipped further down Milena's breast, fighting for supremacy, wanting to get back to her head. But Savage's power was stronger, and he forced it further down. The shadow ash remained perched over Milena's breast for a few second, and then Savage's words changed, growing stronger still, and he raised his hands, taking the shadow and removing it from Milena's body. The dome rose as well and enveloped the shadow, and Savage slowly closed his hands in a fist, the dome turning into a ball that had captured the shadow. Then Savage crushed his hand, and the ball crushed the shadow, eradicating it. 

Savage stumbled, and Richard caught him. Janet pulled a chair over, and Savage collapsed into it, his breathing hard. "Man, I haven't used magic in over a century," he said breathlessly. "I need to practice more." 

"What happened?" Janet asked, looking at Milena, who still lay unconscious on the bed, the left side of her blouse and the left cup of her bra completely gone. She picked up a blanket and covered the young girl's naked left breast. "What did you do?" 

"I used the shadow that was going to envelop her and make her disappear to instead make the mark on her breast that was enslaving her vanish. It was risky, but she's a free woman now. She's no long enslaved to my family's whims. I could use some water," he said tiredly. 

"I'll get some," Richard said, disappearing into the bathroom. 

"Your family enslaved her?" Janet asked, looking at the young girl. "What monsters!" 

Savage nodded. "Now you know why I had to escape them. They're too powerful. They were planning on conquering my home world before I left. They may have succeeded by now. Whenever anyone enters servitude, they're marked. I thought I saw the mark when I undressed her earlier, but they must have had their wizards hide it. I saw it this time, though, clear as day. It was my sister Daemera's mark—I would recognize it anywhere." 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 11: The Beautiful Maid



"Daemera...Savage?" she asked. 

Savage shook his head. "Daemera Beraellis. My real name is Rhaenor Beraellis, and I am the fourth in line to the throne of Drinad, one of the most powerful kingdoms on Aerilon." 

"You're a fucking prince?" Janet almost shouted. 

Savage nodded and slumped in the chair as he passed out. 

"I want this one," Daemera said with a smile as Milena stood naked before her and the rest of the Beraellis family. She was a beautiful woman with a heart-shaped face, full red lips, and stunning blue eyes, like those of a hawk. Her brown hair fell around her shoulders in gentle waves, like water falling down a multi-tiered waterfall. "My mark will be upon her." 

"You haven't taken many servants, dear," her mother, Queen Rhaesanne Beraellis, said with a smile as she lounged in her throne, back against one arm while her legs were thrown over the other. "Take her and be done with it! I want to fuck her brains out." 

Daemera stood up from her throne, which sat two spaces over from her mother's and a little behind her sister, Jaelarya's, throne. She approached the young girl, who stood nervously before the mighty thrones of Drinad, the eyes of the royal family staring at her lustfully. She knew what was going to be expected of her now and in the future, but it was what she had chosen for her life. They would treat her fairly, they would pay her well, and she would be granted immortality, free of disease and old age. The tradeoffs would be worth all that she gained. 

Daemera ran her hand along Milena's shoulder as she walked around the young woman, eyeing her from head to toe. As she circled the girl again, she looked at her family, seeing the intrigue of her father and brothers and the bored expressions of her mother and sisters. They would do as they wanted with this child, and the girl would accept it if she wanted to receive the immortality potion afterwards. It was a fair trade for all involved. 

Daemera traced her hand down Milena's arm to her left breast and cupped the fleshy mound gently. Then she produced a small, circular tube and removed the cap, pushing the bottom up so that a stick of red, soft chalk the color of blood appeared. She quickly drew a symbol on Milena's breast, just above the dark, red nipple and stood back to admire her work. 

Milena looked down at the marking on her breast, wondering if that was all there was to this. But a moment later, she screamed as she felt the mark burning itself into her soft flesh, and her nipple hardened as part of the symbol that Daemera had written on her areola—accidental or not, she did not know—singed the sensitive flesh, and she grabbed her breast as she fell to her knees under the pain. She looked up at Princess Daemera with her mouth in a wide O of pain. 

"Hands and knees," Daemera ordered, and Milena instantly fell onto her hands, the pain in her breast still singing its way through her body. "Turn around," the Princess instructed, and Milena turned so that her ass was facing the royal family. Daemera smacked Milena's ass hard, and she said, "How dare you show your ass to the royal family! Were you raised in a barn?" she laughed. The rest of the family laughed at her joke. She spanked Milena again. "Well, answer me!" 

"N-No!" Milena cried as tears welled in her eyes and the brand continued to burn her flesh. 

"No, what?" Daemera smacked her again. 

"No, Princess!" Milena said. 

"Does the brand still burn, child?" she asked with a grin. 

"Yes!" Milena cried fearfully, afraid it would never stop. She was not sure she could put up with this pain for much longer. It was excruciating. 

"End her misery, sister," Rhaenor said from near the back of the throne room. Being the fourth and last son, his throne was near the wall, almost behind his brothers', so that no one could see him. His twin sister, Rhaenemera, was only a little bit closer because she was the third daughter behind Daemera. 

"You are such a spoil sport, Rhaenor," Daemera said sulkily. 

"And you should brand your slaves more gently, sister." He stood up from his throne and turned to leave. "You never were careful with them." 

"You have no right to speak, brother dear, who has no slaves." 

"It's a cruel practice and one that should be abolished." He looked at the backs of his family's heads, but none of them turned to acknowledge him. He spat on the dais that held the thrones and walked off. A moment later, Rhaenemera moved to join him. 

"Tell me to end your pain, slave," Daemera said, all the joy of the moment sucked away by her brother's words. 

"Please end my pain, Mistress," Milena said, beginning to cry as she began wetting herself and the floor as the pain made her lose control of her bladder. 

Daemera grabbed the back of her blonde hair and jerked her to her feet, and she wrapped her lips around Milena's left nipple. As her tongue lashed over the spot where her lipstick had marked, the pain instantly subsided, and Milena gasped in relief. Then Daemera shoved her away, and the young girl flew several feet before crashing to the floor. She looked up at the Princess wonderingly, and Daemera said, "Go—I'll call for you later when I want you. And get yourself cleaned up," she ordered. 

Milena jerked to her feet at Daemera's command and left the throne room. 

"That wasn't very sporting of you, sister dear," Daelor Beraellis, First Born Prince, said disappointedly. "I wanted to have her on my cock." 

"Later, brother dear," Daemera said as she approached her father. She looked at him and her bored mother and said, "Something has to be done about Rhaenor—his bleeding heart is going to cause us problems." 

"What do you expect me to do about it?" King Baeselar Beraellis asked. "I can't exactly murder the Prince—though, I wonder if I can?" he asked, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. "After all, I am the king." 

"I'll be glad to kill him and our bitch sister," Matanys, the second prince, said, twirling a knife blade in his hand. "As Daemera said, they're going to be nothing but trouble." 

Daemera suddenly burst out laughing, and her siblings and parents turned to look at her suspiciously. She smiled at them all and said, "We don't have to do anything. We have the perfect way to kill them both." 

They looked at her with questioning eyebrows. 

"Our newest little slut," Daemera said, wondering if they were truly that stupid or if she was just smarter than they were. She assumed the second. "We might as well use a beautiful strumpet like her to our advantage. . . ." 

Daemera looked over when the knock came on her door. "Enter," she called and turned as Milena entered her bedchamber. The young girl looked around nervously, and Daemera smiled as she looked at her. She was going to be delicious. "Please, have a seat," the princess said, indicating her bed. "You weren't properly initiated earlier, and we are going to take care of that now." 

"Initiated?" Milena asked, looking at the high sleigh bed. She saw a step stool sitting next to the bed and used it to climb up so she could sit down as directed. She felt the brand heat up when Daemera instructed her, but the searing pain was gone. 

"Yes," Daemera told her, going over to a table filled with various creams and powders, a few hairbrushes, and other accouterments to get ready for bed. "You and I shall spend the night together, and you shall learn my routine. I have decided that you will help me each night, and you shall spend the night with me as well." 

"Spend...the night with you?" Milena felt her stomach flutter nervously. "Every night?" 

"Well, it will be easier than me calling for you every morning and having to wait for you to arrive from the servants' quarters. Several of my brothers and my sister, Jaelarya, all spend the night with someone. That will be your task." 

Milena nodded, and the heat in her breast went away. She rubbed it self-consciously. "Will we make love?" she asked nervously. 

"When I desire it," Daemera said, beginning her nightly ritual of taking her makeup off. She could have done with it magic, she knew, and it would have been easier, but it relaxed her going through the routine. "You will run a bath for me each night as I take my makeup off, so you might want to get started on that," she pointed out. 

"Yes, my lady," Milena said, and she hopped off the bed and started towards the private bathroom. 

"Oh, and when you're in my room, you are to wear no clothes at any time," Daemera told her, raising her voice to be heard. 

"I'm to be naked?" Milena asked, popping her head out of the bathroom doorway. 

"Yes—you may lay your clothes on the chair in the corner. Undress, now." 

Milena felt the burning in her breast return, and she walked over to the chair and began taking her modest clothes off. She had not received a uniform of any kind yet. "Will I have a uniform?" she asked. 

"No, tomorrow the seamstress will come and fit you for a wardrobe," the princess told her, stopping in her ablutions to watch the young girl undress. As the clothes came off, she realized how truly beautiful she was. If her brother, Rhaenor, did not fall for that, she would start calling him a monk. "My, you are truly beautiful." 

"Thank you, my lady," Milena said, feeling her cheeks blush. 

"Run my bath," Daemera commanded, and her brand glowed softly. 

"My nipple hurts," Milena told her, rubbing the red tip gently to ease the pain. 

"Yes, I know—I like watching your rub yourself to ease that pain. I never do anything without a purpose. Remember that." She cast her eyes to the bathroom, and Milena disappeared through the door again. 

"How hot do you like your water?" she asked. "I don't want to burn you." 

"Whatever you think is right will be fine," Daemera told her. She stood up and divested herself of her nightgown and walked naked into the bathroom. Milena looked up and gasped when she saw how truly beautiful the princess was even without her make up. She stood a head taller than Milena, her body slim with breasts the size of apples and dark nipples that stood at attention in the cold bathroom air. Milena found herself licking her lips as she thought about kissing them, and she wondered if her sudden sexual urges were another side effect of the brand? Daemera had a slim waist that flared into slim hips, and she had a full patch of dark hair between her legs, hiding her pussy. 

Daemera smiled wickedly when she saw the look of adoration that crossed Milena's face, and she approached the kneeling girl, putting her pussy right at the young girl's eye level. Then she reached out and ran her fingers through Milena's hair before pulling her forward into her crotch. Milena hesitated for a moment as her nose brushed the thick hair covering Daemera's loins, but then she stuck her tongue out and began licking her. 

"Yes, make me come," Daemera said gently, stroking her blonde hair as Milena began licking her in earnest. "It's been so many hours since I last came, and I want to come. Lick me, slave—lick my cunt until I come all over your face. Drink of my body, let my fluids slide down your throat and pool in your stomach. Enjoy my cunt, you little slut." 

Each word caused the brand on her breast to burn, and Milena found herself unable to stop doing exactly what Daemera commanded. While she had the freedom to lick her as she pleased, she found that she was unable to stop, and the brand stung more readily whenever she tried and the pain lessened whenever she gave into the urges. She had never tasted a woman's body before, and while she was not particularly fond of it, she forced herself to endure it just to not have the pain in her nipple. 

Though the pain returned quickly when Daemera took her nipples between her fingers and began tweaking them with her thumb and index finger, squeezing the sensitive tips harder than Milena had ever had them squeezed before. She grunted with the pain, her breath washing through the thick curls between the dark princess's pubic hair and over the lips of her cunt. The pain she was experiencing verged on pleasurable but never quite got there. The frustration of the moment overcame her, and Milena started crying against her will. She didn't want to be here, she realized instantly, but it was too late to do anything about it. 

"That's it...cry, little girl, cry," Daemera said, feeling her orgasm come quickly as she felt the girl's tears splash on her thighs. "Make me come down your little slut throat, you little fucking whore. Taste my cum and become immortal because of it." 

Milena gasped at her words and cast her eyes upward. She wanted to ask what Daemera meant, but her words were instantly cut off as the first splash of her cum struck her tongue and slid down her throat into her stomach. Then a second splash came as her tongue worked the flesh of Daemera's loins, and the princess started arching against her. Milena's hands went to support her ass as the princess parted her thighs and relaxed against the girl's cupping hands. Milena drank all the princess had to give, and her body felt transformed by the experience. 

But soon the splashes on her tongue subsided and the weight in her hands began to hurt. She pulled away as the pain in her breast subsided completely, and she looked up into the princess's dark eyes and saw the sinister smile spread across her pale lips. 

"You may set me on the edge of the bathtub, but never the floor," Daemera instructed her. She tweaked Milena's hard nipple, squeezing it tightly between her fingers, and Milena gasped at the pain. She set Daemera on the edge of the tub. "You may notice that the pain in your breast is gone. When you have brought me to a satisfactory orgasm, the pain will vanish for three hours. Keep me satisfied, and your pain may never return. As my need for sex grows, the pain will return. Now, help me into the bath and wash me, and pay attention to my breasts and pussy. Wash them well." 

"Yes, my lady," Milena said, wondering what she had gotten herself into. 

Milena snapped awake, her body jerking as she came out of the dreams that had plagued her. She looked around and saw the bedroom of Richard and Janet Jones, and she collapsed back against the bed. She grabbed her left breast and thumbed the nipple instinctively, and for the first time in forever she noticed that the pain was completely gone. 

She looked down at her naked left breast and saw that the brand no longer marked her body. Tears flooded her eyes, and she started weeping uncontrollably. 

Then a hand touched her face, and she looked up to see Janet Richards leaning over her, the woman's kind smile warm and gentle. She stroked Milena's face and said, "Are you all right?" 

Milena nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She looked down her body and saw the chair where Randall Savage—no, Prince Rhaenor Beraellis—slumped in unconscious. She sat up and crawled out of the bed and knelt before him. She took his hand and laid her head in his lap. 

"Thank you," she said, knowing he was somehow responsible. "Thank you, my lord. From this day forward, I pledge my life and service to you." She turned to look at Janet and shrugged. "I guess that's my resignation, Ms. Janet," she said. 

Janet smiled and said, "Well, let's see what Savage has to say about it, first. We would like to keep you on if that's acceptable to you." 

Milena touched her breast again and smiled up at the man before her.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 12: Disaster



Disaster 

Mackenzie awoke and rolled over in bed, snuggling against the warm body she found there. The night, so far, had been one of the best of her life, and her dreams had been wet from the start. Her body tingled with the need for more sex, and she was determined to get it. She smiled as her hand reached down between the legs of the person she laid against, hoping to find a nice, hard cock waiting for her. Instead, her fingers found a warm, hairless pussy that they immediately started stroking. It wasn't quite what she wanted, though, so she rolled over onto her other side and fell promptly out of bed. 

Mackenzie sat up and ran her hand over her injured side. Wincing in pain, she stood up and looked at the bed, finding only Danica sleeping peacefully beneath the sheets. Where is Savage? she wondered irritably. She looked around and found that his clothes were gone with no sign of him anywhere. She scratched at her lower stomach, the need to feel him inside her again growing strong. 

Making sure Danica was all right, Mackenzie slipped on her robe and opened the door to her bedroom. She looked across the hall to the bathroom but saw that the door there was open and the lights were off. She looked around in confusion. Where was he? How dare he leave her when she needed his cock! Didn't he realize how vulnerable she was right now? She wanted to lie in his arms and feel protected and loved. Why wasn't he here to make her feel that way?! 

Sighing, she left her bedroom and went down the hall to her parents' master bedroom, hoping they might know something. Then again, considering how hard Savage seemed to be all the time, she thought that maybe he was screwing her mother because Mackenzie had been asleep and he didn't want to wake her up. She smiled at that, thinking how great it would be to sleep with both her mother and Savage, and—if she felt right about it—maybe her dad. 

Mackenzie knocked on the door to the master bedroom, and her dad answered. He acted surprised to see his sleepy little girl up after all she had experienced that day. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile, feeling himself grow erect as he saw her in the thin, purple silk robe she wore that did little to hide her young body from his eyes. Her nipples poked against the soft material wantonly as she held it closed with her crossed arms. 

"Have you seen Savage?" she asked, reaching to rub at her eyes sleepily. "I didn't see him when I woke up." 

"He's in here," her father said quietly, looking over at the bed where Savage lay unconscious. "Something...came up with Milena." 

"Milena's in here?" Mackenzie asked with confusion, trying to see past her father, but he took up most of the door. "What's going on? Is Savage screwing her?" 

"No," her father said, though after today, the question did not surprise him. "Savage..." He took a deep breath, wondering how much he should tell her. Then he decided he had no right to say anything. Savage's secret identity as the crown prince of another world wasn't Richard's secret to tell. At least, not yet. Instead, he said, "Savage will be right back, honey. Just go back to bed and we'll send him as quickly as we can." 

"What's going on, Dad?" Mackenzie asked irritably. "Is Savage still here or not?" 

"He is, but—" 

Mackenzie yawned sleepily again and waved her hand. "Just send him to my room when he's done fucking mom and Milena," she said. "And if he is fucking Milena, tell her that I want to fuck her, too." She headed back the way she had come. 

Richard closed the door to his bedroom and looked at the bed where he and Janet had moved Savage when it was apparent their guest was not going to wake up anytime soon. Milena sat next to him, wiping his forehead with a cold washcloth, hoping to bring the fever that seemed to be gripping him down. Savage's entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he tossed and turned fitfully, though he did not once awaken. 

"We need to get his clothes off," Milena said worriedly, though Janet and Richard could not help but hear the lust-filled adoration in her voice. "He's too hot. What happened to him?" she asked, looking between the Janet and Richard. 

"I think—and I can't believe I'm actually saying this—he used magic to save you," Janet said, finding the words unnatural as they came out of her mouth. She had never been one to believe in mysticism, thinking the people who truly believed in witchcraft and the like were just a bunch of loony morons. Having faith in God per her Catholic upbringing was one thing, but believing in actual spells and incantations was another. Yet she had seen it, and she had seen something else that scared the shit out of her. 

"There's not such thing as magic," Richard said, though she could hear the doubt even in his voice. Then he added gently, "There's not on our world, anyway—maybe on his, but definitely not on ours." He went to the bathroom and came back with another cold washcloth for Milena. He handed it to her, trying hard not to look at her bare breast and pert nipple, which made him remember the shadow-thing Savage had somehow manipulated to remove the scar that had marked her there. 

"Thanks," Milena said, taking the washcloth from him, interrupting his thoughts. He backed quickly away. 

"You really should cover up," Janet suggested to her. She went to her closet and found another robe, which she laid on the bed beside the young girl. 

Milena looked at the washcloth in her hand, then at the robe, then she shook her blonde head. "No, I think what he needs is a good shock to his system to wake him up," she decided determinedly. She started pulling her shirt the rest of the way off. "I'm going to fuck his brains out." Then she suddenly remembered where she was and who was with her, and she looked at her employers with a sheepish expression. "With your permission, of course—it is your bed, after all." 

Janet shook her head and said, "Actually, you should probably get Mackenzie's permission since he's here because of her." She clapped her hands together and rubbed them vigorously as she looked at her husband, who rolled his eyes. "Which is why I should probably go ahead and fuck him instead—he and I are already lovers, so it won't be as big a deal if he wakes up and finds me on top of him. Besides, Mackenzie already thinks we're fucking anyway." 

"So?" Milena asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice. "She thinks I'm fucking him, too. I mean, I'm willing—" 

"No," Janet said as she divested her robe and moved around the bed to climb on top of Savage. She threw her leg over him and took his cock, jerking it a few times to help get him hard and ready. When he was stiff enough, she pushed him inside her warmth. It was the second time today she had had sex with him, and she was starting to wonder if she might be getting addicted to him the same way she was her daughter. 

"Savage is strange," she told Milena as she moved on top of him. "If he fucks a woman, he doesn't have a problem fucking her again, no matter the circumstances. But if he's never fucked a woman before, he can't live with himself if he discovered he fucked her without his knowing. I guess we can attribute that to his good nature." 

She pushed against him and sighed as she completely embedded him inside her moist cunt. His stiffness filled her completely as it had before, and she wiggled her ass as her body adjusted itself to his size. She had never felt so full as she did right now, as if his cock was made specifically for the size and shape of her. Even her husband—whom she loved dearly—didn't seem to fill her as properly as Savage did, and her husband was no slouch in the size department. Janet felt the head of Savage's cock pressing against the entrance to her womb, even though she was aroused enough that she should not have felt him that deep. Still, somehow, he was there. 

After letting her body get used to the feel of his hardness, she laid her hands on his chest for support and started fucking him in earnest. Why she thought this would work, she did not know. Why she had chosen to take him instead of Milena she could attribute to jealousy, but it was more than that. She knew Savage well enough to know that what she had told Milena was right—he would never take anyone without full consent between them both. He and the party he wanted to sleep with had to decide to do so while both were aware of what they were doing. 

He and Janet had had sex before, and to both of them, that meant sex between them was always on the table. It was why he had taken her without any protest in Richard's office. They had been lovers, so they were always lovers. It would be true for Mackenzie and Danica now. But Savage had never had sex with Milena, and even if she wanted him, that did not mean he wanted her. He would feel violated somewhere deep within him had she forced him to take her. 

How Janet knew all this, she had no idea. But it was what she felt, and she was almost completely sure her feelings were right. Savage wouldn't mind her, but he would be angry with Milena should he wake up and find her on top of him. 

She felt a hand touch her back, and she looked over to see her husband leaning in to kiss her. Janet's lips touched his, and their tongues danced as she continued riding Savage. Richard's hand touched her breast, squeezing the mound gently, the act drawing small moans and gasps from his wife that made his cock stiffen. Milena turned her head away in embarrassment. 

Janet motioned for him to climb onto the bed, and he did, wanting to be inside her so badly. He would have taken her in the ass, but he remembered what Savage had said earlier and restrained himself. But Janet motioned him around her, and then she took his cock into her mouth as she continued riding her other love, withdrawing and pushing onto him in equal measure. Richard's cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat, and she sucked him hard, wanting to finish him off before Savage awoke and wondered what was going on. Richard moaned as she sucked him, and he came quickly down his wife's throat. Whenever he needed a quick release, her mouth always did it. 

His release trigged Janet's own, and she came over Savage's cock intensely, her lubrication making his passages not her body easier than they already were. She ran her tongue over her mouth, cleaning away the remnants of her husband's cum, and then she lay down against Savage's body and held him tight as she let her orgasm wash through her. As she finished coming, she felt an arm wrap around her, and suddenly she felt Savage pushing into her, his own need finally catching up with him as he came awake. His mouth nuzzled her neck, and she arched into her, filling her body with his need. 

Janet pulled away and looked down at him with a smile. He smiled up at her and looked around with a bit of confusion. "Why are you fucking me?" he asked. "How did I get in your bed?" 

"You passed out," Janet told him, pulling off his wilting cock and moving aside. She cleaned him quickly with her tongue, amazed that his arousal returned so quickly. Yes, Mackenzie was certainly going to enjoy him. "What happened?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand when she was done. 

Savage shook his head as he lay there. "Your world has no magic, so I guess I drew upon the magic of my world. I guess it was a lot harder to do than I was expecting." He sat up. "Where is Milena?" 

"I'm here," Milena said, moving so he could see her. She smiled at him, glad to see that he was all right. She wanted to throw her arms around him, hold him, and fuck him. Her panties had never been as damp as they were right now. But she restrained herself and said, "You saved me. Thank you." 

"You're free," he told her, reaching out to stroke her beautiful, soft hair. "My family no longer has any control over you. They can never take you again, either. You're safe as long as you remain on Earth." 

Milena put her arms around him and gave him a hug, then she moved to straddle him, needing to feel his cock, even if layers of clothes separated them. Her left nipple hardened as she felt his cock pressing against her inner thighs. "Why are you so different from them?" she asked. "How can a family so twisted have a son who is so good?" 

"They chose to be that way," Savage told her. His hands moved around her waist, and he let them fall gently on her hips. "I chose to be otherwise." 

"I dedicate my life and service to you," she told him, moving closer, wishing she had at least taken her pants off. 

"No," Savage said, and he pushed her aside. Milena looked up at him from where he had cast her on the bed, her heart breaking as he turned away from her. "Milena, don't do that. You dedicated yourself to my family and look what it got you. No, you are not going to do that again! I refuse your offer!" 

"But...you saved me!" she said in confusion. "I want to help you, take care of you—" 

"No!" he said, his voice harsh, causing her to draw away. "I don't care what you do, but you are going to live your life away from me and away from my family! Go somewhere else—Canada, Europe—anywhere they can't find you! If they find you and they see that I've freed you, they'll kill you just to prove their mastery over me! Please, Milena, I'm begging you—get as far away from me as you can!" 

"No," she said firmly, her heart racing in her breast as she saw the pain and anguish on his face. "No, those monsters hurt me just as much as they hurt you, and I want to see them pay for that! I don't care what it takes or how much I have to endure—I want to make sure they are not allowed to hurt anyone else! Please, your Highness, you have to allow me the same vengeance that you seek!" 

"I don't seek vengeance," Savage told her sadly, shaking his head softly. "I just want to put an end to their reign of depravity. They have all been alive entirely too long, and it is time every one of them died...including myself and my sister." 

Janet gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "What?" she demanded. 

Savage looked at her, and she saw in his eyes more anguish than she thought any one person could bear. In that look, she saw everything Savage had lost, everything he had fought for crushed beneath the heels of his family. In his eyes, she saw no hope, she saw no spark of life, and she realized for the first time that she had never seen it there. He was a ghost and nothing more. She could not imagine what he had been through to make him look that...alone. 

"Rhaenemera and I may be considered the two good children, but once so were my parents. I didn't always hate them. I loved them, like any child does. Then they created that damned elixir that made them immortal, and they forced us to take it as well. As time passed, their immortality made them feel invincible—which they actually were. But madness claimed them as the centuries passed, as it almost claimed me." 

"Why didn't it?" Richard asked softly. 

Savage shrugged. "Perhaps I thought that I'd find a way to end their tyranny. Perhaps having Rhaenemera was enough. I don't know. All I know now is that I've been alive entirely too long, and I'm tired of fighting the darkness clawing at me to get out. I have fought it every day. If I don't end my life soon, I know beyond a doubt that the darkness will consume me just as it consumed them. I can't let that happen to me or my twin." 

"That's a very selfish thing to say, Savage," Janet said, crossing her arms on her stomach. "Or have you forgotten that you've entered into a relationship with my daughter?" 

"A relationship you were very eager for me to end as quickly as possible," Savage reminded her. "Or have you already forgotten that you want me gone by Monday morning? It won't matter what happens to me after that." 

"It matters to me," Melina said softly, casting baleful blue eyes his way. 

He looked at her. Melina had her arms wrapped around her body, and she trembled as she stared at the bedspread under her curled legs. She had spoken the words aloud, even though she knew she had not right to. She was nothing to him—just a woman who had betrayed him at every opportunity. She was a woman who had betrayed this household of love for one of hatred. She felt his gaze burning into her like Daemera's brand, and she shrank away from him, further into herself, not wanting—not willing—to meet his gaze. But she had spoken the words, for better or worse. 

"Do you know why I saved you?" Savage asked, his voice kinder and gentler than she deserved. 

"Because you are a good person," she said, and the answer was the honest truth as far as she could tell. "I saw that goodness in you the day I entered their service. You knew what was going to happen to me, and you and your twin sister left to avoid watching it. You did not want to see what was going to happen to me because you were powerless to stop it, and you knew that I was stupid enough to allow it to happen. You could have said something, but at that time, I would not have listened. All I wanted was immortality for myself—to look young and beautiful forever." She laughed bemusedly. "The ironic thing is that it never happened. They did not rape me like they said they were going to." 

"What?" he asked in shock. 

Milena shrugged her slim shoulders. "You royally pissed them off so badly that they totally forgot about me, and as the days passed, they began to ignore me—all except Princess Daemera, who made me her personal slave. Then you left, and they began hunting you and leaving all of the servants alone. Their hatred of you is all consuming. They're so afraid of you, Prince Rhaenor—all of them! Only a good man can make people that evil afraid." 

She looked up at him for the first time, her blue eyes filled with tears. The sensation was not new to her, for she had cried her entire life since giving herself to Daemera that first night; but for the first time, the tears were not for herself—they were for him, this man she had chosen to help. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand so she could see him clearly, and she sniffed her runny nose. 

"You can't die," she said, forcing her voice to be strong. "Our world needs you. Aerilon needs a leader with your strength of conviction! So much has happened there since you left that you don't know about! I have only been on Earth two years, but before I left, all the nations went to war again Beraellis, and all of the soldiers sent to destroy your family were wiped out almost to the man. The Kings of Aerilon all swore fealty to your father to avoid being wiped from the face of the planet. There is no one to stand up to them! They control everything! All trade, all commerce—nothing happens without their approval. Your father declared himself the Lord King of Aerilon, and your brothers and sisters each control a continent—and their control is absolute. Aerilon has lost all sense of hope. When girls and boys come of age, they are all branded and enslaved to the whims of your family. Gladiator pits have risen, they hunt people for sport, and all the handsome girls and boys are forced to service them all! Aerilon is a world completely without hope!" 

Savage looked away, unable to face the horror in her eyes. "There are always bands of resistance fighters," he said. "Not everyone gives up." 

Milena shook her head vehemently. "Resistance is met not just with death of those resisting but the families of those resisting—everyone, even the elderly, children, and babies. No one dares to resist the Lord King or any of the Lord Princess and Lady Princesses! You are the only one to have defied them—you and you alone!" 

Savage's eyes went wide. "Where is my twin sister?" he asked, his voice soft, the question not wanting to come out of him. "What happened to her?" 

Milena lowered her eyes and shook her head. "Dead," she said softly. 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 12: Disaster



Savage felt his heart stop, and he nearly tumbled backwards off the bed but managed to catch the bedpost before he did. He clutched his heart as he felt the sudden emptiness there—emptiness caused by the loss of his other half. "How?" he asked gently, the words forced past his lips. 

Milena moved closer and put her arms around him. She held him close as she said, "She was the last resistance fighter to fall. She fought so hard for so long, but eventually even she fell. The Lord King stripped her naked, then he and your brothers brutally raped her in front of everyone, claiming that the same would happen to any others that resisted. When they were done, he crucified her and displayed her naked body before all the people. She hung there for three days, dying and returning to life just to die again of suffocation, before the Lord King summoned a monster from the abyss to devour her. I still remember her scream." 

Milena released him and buried her eyes in her hands as she began crying harder. "Her screams haunt my sleep every night! My prince—your twin sister is dead!" 

Savage slumped upon hearing her words. He refused to believe them. Rhaenemera could not be dead! But that empty ache in his heart told him that she was. And he knew when it had happened, for he remembered waking up one night a few years ago in a cold sweat, screaming her name, reaching out for her only to grab nothing. From that moment forward, he felt like half of himself, as if a vital part of him was missing. 

Rhaenemera was his life. He had always thought they shared a life, for they had never been far from each other. How he felt, she felt, and he felt the same as her. His happiest day was when he confessed to her how much he despised their family only to learn that she felt the same. They had planned and plotted together, and when he finally figured out a way to another world, he had so wanted her to come with him. But she had remained behind while he went to Earth because she had never been nearly as outspoken against the family as he had been, so she decided to work behind the scenes until he could return home. 

Now he had no reason to return. She was dead, killed by their father in the most horrendous fashion. He would never see her beautiful, smiling face again. He would never feel the synchronous beating of her heart when he hugged her. He would never again hear her laugh. 

Savage stood up and headed for the door. 

"Savage, where are you going?" Janet asked. 

"Out," he said, his body trembling. "I...I have to think...and grieve." 

"Prince Rhaenor, wait!" Milena said, climbing across the bed to go after him, but Savage was gone before she could get to the door. She turned and looked at Janet and Richard, and they saw how lost she truly was now.



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 13: Grief



Grief 

Savage leaned back against the door to the master bedroom then slid slowly to the floor. His heart rebelled against the thought of what he had just learned—refusing to ever conceive that such a thing could be possible. Rhaenemera could not be dead. Not her—not the gentlest person he had ever known. The universe was not that cruel. 

Then again, this was the same universe that let a madman discover a secret to immortality, which he forced upon all his children, driving them all insane. All except two, who chose to fight back, even though they did not know what good it would do them. After all, how did you kill someone who could come back to life after being poisoned, stabbed, and even beheaded? Savage had experienced all of that during his time on Earth, and if he could survive that, he was certain his father could. After all, he was one of the most powerful sorcerers on Aerilon. 

Savage felt his cock stiffen, and he cursed his body's inability to be appropriate at a time like this. An unexpected side effect of the immortality elixir was an increase to one's sexual drive, making the need for sex almost mandatory on a daily basis. Savage had discovered in his time on Earth that the less he thought about and engaged in sexual congress, the less his body actually required it; but once he started up again, the need grew ravenous. It was why he had disengaged for the past eighteen years, and he had managed to quash the hunger deep in his loins. But Janet's phone call had changed everything. 

Why had he come? He was actually to the point where he could live a normal life—normal for a man who could never die, at least. But he had wanted to see Mackenzie again; he was intrigued by her request to take her virginity; and Savage had to admit that he loved taking virgins. Being the first man to penetrate a woman's body had been his greatest fantasy and it was one he fulfilled as often as he could before his forced celibacy. And he loved Mackenzie. He always had. He did not want to admit that he had wanted her ever since he saw how beautiful she was at her sixteenth birthday party; and now she was even more beautiful, having filled out further in all the right places. Her breasts, hips, and thighs were some of the most beautiful he had ever seen on a woman. 

His cock engorged further, and he adjusted himself, realizing he had forgotten his clothes in the aftermath of his sex with Janet. He should go back and get them, but he did not want to face Milena again. He had other clothes, in the spare bedroom down the hall. 

He had to get out of here. He had to leave and get control over himself again. He had to prove to himself that he was not like the rest of his family, that he could control himself and not hurt other people just because he could. He was good. He was very...very... 

Savage pushed himself to his feet and stumbled down the hallway, not looking where he was going, just needing to get away. He had to process everything Milena had told him, see what he thought it meant for him. He had to go somewhere that he could just think and get control of his body again, redo everything that had been undone in the past few hours. 

It was impossible to believe that his twin sister was dead—that he would never see her again. But his father had created the immortality elixir, and only his father would know how to kill an immortal that had drunk it. Anything was possible, he was sure, and if anyone knew how to do it, it would have been his bastard father. 

But it would be a secret Baeselar would have kept very well hidden. He would not even have told his children, in case any one of them decided it was time to take the King's—no, Lord King's, he reminded himself—place. And his siblings would have killed him, their mother, and each other for a chance to take full control of their domain. None of them would have settled for the title of a mere prince or princess when they could become Lord King or Lady Queen. He knew them well enough to know that about them. 

And killing Rhaenemera would have probably pleased his father considering how much he felt his twins had disappointed him. As Prince Rhaenor was now out of reach, he would have taken all of his frustration out on Rhaenor's twin. The fullness of what his father—that sick bastard—and his family had done to her before killing her made Savage's blood boil. He didn't care how long it took—he was going to make them pay for hurting Rhaenemera so badly. And there was not even a body for him to grieve over. 

Savage knew he had been selfish coming to Earth by himself. He should have forced his sister to come with him. Only, he knew she never would have. She was too thickheaded to do anything that might actually save her life over the life of someone else. She probably welcomed her death, considering it a sign to any resistance that they should stop before they all faced a similar fate. Savage knew she would have gladly given her life to spare the life of even one resistance member. She probably saved the lives of thousands. 

Savage stopped down the hall by the door to Mackenzie's room. She leaned gently against the door and touched it gently with his fist. He had to leave her, he knew. Things had gotten too dangerous, and his lusts were growing uncontrolled again. He wanted to stay with her and Danica, but even now he could sense the darkness taking him over. He would never hurt her, of course, but just being near her was turning him into someone he did not like. He had fucked her, Janet, and Danica, all within a few hours, and he could take all three of them again and again without regret. He did not like that about himself. 

He did not like what he had become thanks to his father. He tried to fight it, and most times he did win, but occasionally he felt himself turning into what he despised about his family, and that more than anything scared the hell out of him. He had to leave; he had to hide. 

He started crying and sank down to the floor, gripping at the door. He had to remain quiet so as not to disturb Mackenzie or Danica, but he needed to grieve. He sank to the floor and drew his knees up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he tried to calm down. But he could not—not any more. He buried his face in his knees and started to cry harder, mourning the one person who had meant two worlds to him. 

Rhaenemera. There would never be anyone else like her. How could there possibly be? 

A hand touched his shoulder, and Savage jerked away before seeing that Mackenzie was kneeling next to him. She was still naked, and he began to wonder if this girl actually owned any clothing at all. She'd been naked from the moment he had first seen her earlier that evening. He wanted to do nothing more right now than take her right there on the floor, burying himself to the hilt inside that soft, warm, wet pussy that she had given him. 

What kind of bastard would have thoughts like that when he should have been doing nothing but missing his sister? 

"What's wrong?" Mackenzie asked, her eyes filled with love for him. Her voice was soft and kind as she stroked his hair. "You look like you just lost your best friend. What happened?" 

How could Savage tell her the truth? How could he possibly burden this young girl with the hurt that was threatening to consume him? He had no right to do that to her—not when she was so happy. He could see it in her face, in the way she smiled at him, even though she wanted to do nothing but comfort him. What right did he have to put this on her shoulders when she was still flying from her orgasms with him? 

"I'll be all right," he said, wiping his eyes and coughing to clear his throat. 

"Tell me," she said, moving to lie down next to him on the floor. She took Savage into her arms, holding him close to her naked body. Savage's body reacted to her nearness, but he turned away, cursing his need. Mackenzie put her arms and legs around him, not letting him shrug her off that easily. "Savage, what's going on? What happened since you went to the bathroom?" 

He had to come up with something—something plausible. 

"I got a phone call through your parents," he began, wondering what lie he could possibly tell that would explain his sadness. "Something happened," he said vaguely, hoping he could say as little as he could. "I won't be able to stay as long as I thought, Mackenzie. I have to get back to New York." And from there find my way to Tibet or the Himalayas or anywhere my family can't find me! 

"What happened?" Mackenzie asked. "Savage, please tell me what's going on. We're lovers now—we don't have to hide anything from each other." She stroked his hair, his face. "I don't want you to hide anything from me." 

Savage turned to face her and put his arms around her, holding her sexy, naked body close to his. Mackenzie squirmed as she felt his rock hard cock pressing against her stomach, sending jitters through her body. Savage laid a kiss in her brown hair and hugged her, mashing her body into his, his cock stiff between them. "I wish I could stay longer," he said softly, not wanting to let her go but knowing it was for the best. "You've been... You've been everything I've needed for so long, Kenzie. It's nice being able to open up with a girl, not having to hold anything back like I always have to. You and your family have been such good friends to me. You and Danica have been such joys for me! I'm not going to ruin that—not tonight. I'm going to keep my promise to you to stay until Monday, but after that..." 

"You can't ruin anything, Savage." Mackenzie reached over and ran her finger over his bare chest. It was cute having him be so naked and vulnerable. "Please tell me what's going on." She wanted to impale herself on him, bury him deep inside her body, but now was not the right time. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth gently. "Please..." she said softly, her warm breath washing over him. 

Savage sighed. It seemed Mackenzie was not going to let this go. But what could he possibly tell her? The truth, he knew, but an untruthful version of it. How could he possibly start a relationship with such a lie? But would she even understand the truth? He barely understood it, and he was living it! What could he say? 

"I just...found out that...my sister died," he said, hoping the answer would come as he talked. 

"Oh my God—that's terrible!" Mackenzie gasped, holding him closer, the thought of sex now far from her mind no matter how hard his cock pressed into her bellybutton. "What happened?" 

She was murdered by my father, he thought, staring into her brown eyes. What could he possibly tell her that would sound even remotely plausible? Why would someone have contacted him through her parents and not his own phone? Then he realized that he hadn't heard his phone all day. It was with his luggage in the spare bedroom. Maybe he could come up with something convincing. He hated lying to her, though. 

"She'd been..." What was good? What would be a good disease that he could tell Mackenzie that would keep her sympathy and not have her ask too may questions? Diabetes? Heart disease? "She'd been fighting cancer for a while," he said, knowing that was a good, safe disease that could kill someone quickly without warning. He did not even have to make his voice sound choked up because it still was from learning what he had. "I told her that I didn't want to leave her, but she insisted that I come and see you because it had been so long since I had last had any happiness for myself. She said she would be fine until I got back..." 

He wondered if she was buying any of this? 

"Oh, my God—and she died while you were gone?" Mackenzie hugged him tight and starting crying. "Oh, Savage, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you mention any of this before? Now I feel like a complete bitch for being so happy while your sister—" 

Savage hugged Mackenzie back and kissed the top of her head again. He had not wanted her to feel like this—that was why he wanted to stay quiet! "No, don't feel that way," he begged her. "Mackenzie, my sister would be happy knowing that I was happy. It's the best send-off I could have possibly given her!" 

Mackenzie took his hand and squeezed it, and then she kissed him. "When do you need to get back?" she asked, understanding now why he needed to make his visit so short. He had not wanted to come, but he had, and he had want to get back to tell his sister the happy news before she passed. Now he never would be able to. 

Savage shook his head, not believing this was working. "The doctors are...are running tests," he told her. "They said I won't be able to claim her body until Monday." 

"Then you're staying?" she asked hopefully. 

He nodded, pulling her against him. "In honor of my sister." 

Mackenzie leapt at him, knocking him back onto the floor, covering his body with hers. She kissed him passionately, rubbing her naked body against his, feeling his erection grow harder and press against her pubic mound. She took him in her hand and pushed his tip into her body, delighting as the blood engorged him and he pushed deeper inside. Her tongue swiped his, and she said, "In honor of your sister." 

Savage cried out as she impaled herself fully on him and squeezed her inner muscles, hugging his hot, bulging shaft gently inside her fiery furnace. She pushed against him as she held him between her thighs, a simultaneous grunt issuing from both of their mouths. Mackenzie pushed herself up on her hands, letting her breasts dangle beneath her body as she arched against him, accepting all he had to give her. Savage drew her breast to his mouth as she fucked him, enjoying the look of pleasure plastered on her face. He still felt bad about lying to her, but he saw no reason that she would ever need to know the truth. 

He sucked on her nipples, lashing the large, hard tips with his tongue, moving back and forth between then as he held her breasts together, deepening the cleavage between them. Then he parted her breasts and ran his tongue straight down the middle, making Mackenzie gasp. He pumped her hard, knowing he would never get enough of her soft body, regretting that tomorrow would be his last day with her. They would wake up Monday morning, hopefully fuck on last time, and then he would return home and never see her again. He would not be able to, for their worlds were far too different. And he wanted to protect her from his family that was here hunting him even now. 

She suddenly stopped and pulled off him with a small grunt of pain. He looked at her and saw her wince as he finally popped free. Mackenzie smiled at him sheepishly and said, "Sorry, I'm still hurting a little—virgin and all." 

He pulled her to him and crushed her body as his hands roamed over her flesh. "Don't ever apologize," he told her softly. "I don't want to hurt you." 

She kissed him and laid her head against his chest as his hands roamed her back, his fingers tickling her spine. "You'll only hurt me by leaving," she told him, closing her eyes and feeling safe in his arms. 

"You know I can't stay," he said, enjoying the feel of her flesh. "I wish I could, Kenzie—God, how I wish I could stay with you forever." 

Kenzie turned her head to look up at him. "Then why can't you?" she asked. "You can stay, Savage—you can love me forever! I only have four moths of school left. We can get married after that!" 

He shook his head. "You know your parents would never allow that," he told her. "They're letting me be with you now just so you can get me out of your system. They don't want us getting that involved. Just enjoy me while you can, Kenzie. I'll give you want you need until Monday morning." 

"I need you," she said, her heart aching for the man lying beneath her. "I need you forever, Savage. I thought you were just going to be a fun fling—a two-night stand—but I need you! We're meant to be together—don't you see that? Don't you feel how perfect our bodies are together?" 

Savage pushed her away and stood up, his aching member hard and rising in the air like a spear held by a Spartan warrior. Mackenzie looked up at him as she knelt on the floor, seeing the war going on in his mind. He wanted her, too, but he knew he would never be able to keep her. And he was right. He may look the same, but he was so much older than she was. People may say that age didn't matter, but it did; and for Savage to have a girl as young as she was at his age would be highly frowned upon by all of his peers. But he still looked so young! He looked only a few years older than she did, even though he had to be near her father's age! 

"Kenzie, there's so much about me that you don't know," he told her. "There's so much that I can't tell you! Your mother was right when she said I shouldn't have come here. She knew you might grow attached to me, and I never wanted that!" 

"I'm not growing attached to you, Savage," Mackenzie said, her lower lip trembling. "I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you! I thought I had kept myself pure out of a need to make my mother and father proud and not have them worry about me; but when you first entered me, I knew beyond any doubt that I had saved myself specifically for you! I don't ever want another man inside my body! My pussy and my womb are yours, and they always will be! If you leave me Monday, I swear to you that I will never take another man as a lover for as long as I live!" 

"Don't say that," he told her. "Kenzie, you need to take another lover. You need to forget about me!" 

"You can't tell me you don't feel how perfect our bodies match!" she said, her voice rising hysterically. "It's like your cock was made specifically for me, Savage! I don't know how else to put it! When you're inside me, it's like a lock as found its key!" She grabbed his leg and held onto him as he tried to turn away. "Don't deny me your love, Savage! I need you more than I've ever needed anyone! Please don't leave me!" 

"What's going on out here?" Janet asked from down the hall, standing in her doorway in a black chemise. She saw her daughter kneeling on the floor before Savage, naked, and she looked at Savage standing there, his erection hard but slowly wilting under her gaze. She looked back at her daughter again. "Mackenzie, I don't want you naked outside of your bedroom or mine, do you understand me?" she asked, making her shy away. "We do still have servants working in this house." 

"Yes, ma'am," Mackenzie said gently. "But—" 

"Now, what's going on out here?" Janet demanded, ignoring her. 

"Mackenzie doesn't want to let me go," Savage told her, hoping that if Janet knew the truth, she would talk to her daughter, make her see what Savage could not. "She says she loves me and only wants me as her lover...forever." 

"You bastard!" Mackenzie hissed quietly, knowing what he was doing. 

Janet looked at her daughter hard. "Mackenzie, we talked about this," her mother said. "We agreed that you would have Savage until Monday and that was all. You promised me that you would start seeing other boys when school started up again." 

"I don't want to see other boys!" Mackenzie screeched, turning hateful eyes on Janet. "They're children compared to Savage! Besides—" She looked at him. If he wanted to play that game, she could play it just as well as he could. She snarled and said, "I may already be pregnant by him. We've had unprotected sex all night!" 

Janet looked at Savage with unrelenting fury in her violet eyes. "Is this true?" she demanded, though she knew it was. 

Savage looked down in shame, and his eyes met Mackenzie's. He did not see anger in their depths, but desperation. "I meant to use a condom," he swore, "but..." 

"But nothing," Janet snarled. "Mackenzie cannot afford to get pregnant, Savage! You know her father and I do not believe in abortion, and she will not give our grandchild up for adoption! You swore to me that you'd use protection! You've done nothing but lie since you got here. I think you should leave!" 




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 13: Grief



Savage nodded, glad he had an out. "You're right," he said. He looked at Mackenzie and saw the hurt, anger, and betrayal etched on her beautiful features. He had never wanted to hurt her, but this was his best excuse to leave, and he was going to take it. He would hurt for the rest of his immortal life because he had thrown away such a wonderful friendship with such a great family, but the few hours of passion they had shared would bring him joyful memories from now on. He looked at Janet. "I'll get my clothes and leave immediately. I'm sorry, Janet." He looked at the young girl kneeling on the floor next to him. "I'm sorry, Kenzie." 

"You're not leaving!" Mackenzie screamed as he headed for her room to. He wanted to say goodbye to Danica. "Damn you, Savage—you're not going anywhere! I love you! I want to marry you! Don't go—!" 

She fell to the floor and started crying like a child who was denied her favorite toy. 

Savaged opened the door to Mackenzie's room and went inside. He saw Danica sitting up in bed, her legs drawn up with her arms around them protectively. She looked so vulnerable, and Savage felt his heart ache. 

"What's going on?" Danica asked. The commotion outside had woken her up from a very pleasant dream. "And where are your clothes? You were dressed when you went to the bathroom earlier." 

"They're..." He waved the question off with his hands. "It's too long of a story," he told her. "I just came to say goodbye, Pumpkin. I'm leaving. I'm sorry, Dani, but I think it's for the best. I should never have come here." 

"Why are you leaving?" she asked, her heart sinking into her stomach. "Aren't you happy?" 

He smiled at her. "Baby, I've never been this happy in my life. Things...have just gotten entirely too complicated." He looked out the door to where Mackenzie lay crying. "I think it's best that I just leave." 

Danica climbed out of bed and went over to him, giving him a hug, wrapping her arms around his naked body. His stiff cock pressed into her bellybutton, making her knees weak. She wanted him again. But she could see by his face that something was terribly wrong. 

"Take care of yourself, Savage," she told him. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed him. "And thank you for helping me see that not all men are jerks." 

Savage ran his finger down her nose, making Danica smile, and said, "I've always found girls with glasses adorable. Don't ever get rid of them." 

Danica smiled and turned away before she raised her leg and pushed him inside her body again. Her pussy was on fire for him. "I won't," she said, stepping back. "For the first time in my life, I like them." She adjusted them quickly and turned to smile at him again. 

Savage looked down when he heard a noise and saw his clothes lying, crumpled, on the ground at his feet. Mackenzie stood in her doorway, glowering at him before she turned and buried her face in her mother's naked breasts. 

"We'll send the rest of your clothes, Savage," Janet said, holding her daughter comfortingly as sobs wracked Mackenzie's young body. Savage looked at her then Janet, but Janet shook her head and said, "Just go." 

Savage dressed quickly and looked at Danica before looking again at Mackenzie. His heart swelled with love for her—a love he had not felt for anyone since leaving Aerilon over a century ago. It wasn't just lust, he realized, though the young girl's round behind facing him was enough to cause plenty of that. No, he realized here, now, that he had come to Mackenzie not out of pure animal instinct but because he had to know if these feelings for her were real or not. 

He had watched her grow up through pictures and birthday parties. He had bought her baby toys and dolls and clothes as she had grown into the bright, young woman who had lain beneath him as he entered her body for the first time. Her body had felt so right, as if she had been made specifically for him and him alone. No lover had ever felt as perfect as she had. No lover had made his heart ache this much. No lover had made him feel fear for her safety this much. 

Except for one. 

He had to leave to protect Mackenzie. But what if leaving caused her to need protection that only he could provide? What if his family came for Mackenzie to get to him? Wouldn't she be safer if he stayed to give himself up if need be? 

"Mackenzie?" he asked softly, not sure what he wanted to say but knowing that he had to look into her eyes one more time. 

The young girl buried her face deeper into her mother's breasts for a moment but sighed and turned to look at him. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. Janet glared at Savage, though this time he saw no malice in her eyes. She wanted a better resolution to all of this—for her sake as well as her daughter's. If she made Savage leave, she knew she would be the villain, and Mackenzie might come to hate her. Savage knew this, and he had to make it right. 

"You can't love me," he told Mackenzie. He had to be harsh. He had to be tough. "You were nothing but a fuck to me," he said, putting as much hate into his voice as he could. "I just wanted to fuck a virgin, and when you offered, I had to come. I wanted to turn you into a woman, but instead I just turned you into a simpering little cunt. I'm glad I'm leaving. I don't think I could stand spending another minute in your bed. You're so pathetic, I had to go back to your mom for a good lay." 

Mackenzie laughed softly. "That's a lie," she said, knowing in her heart what he was trying to do. She would not allow it to happen, though. She walked toward him, pushing away her mother's hands, which tried to grab her shoulders to stop her. She sauntered over to Savage, who could not help but admire the way her body moved, how each muscle contracted under her light brown skin. Her nipples were hard, thrusting out from her breasts, aching for his touch again. Savage would have taken her right then and there if he could have. 

"I've loved you since I knew what love was," she told him, standing before him. She stood on tiptoe, thrusting her young breasts into his chest. "And I know you love me, too, because there is no other reason for you to stay in my life. You wanted to see what I grew up to become, and now you know. You came here today because, yes, you wanted to fuck me. But if you didn't have some feelings for me at all, you would have just stayed in New York and found someone there to fuck. But instead, you came here! You might think it was just your cock telling you to fuck me, but you didn't fuck me, Savage. I felt the love and tenderness in your touch. Don't give me any bull about not loving me. I may be young, but I know love when I feel it! And Danica also felt it, and you don't even know her." 

Mackenzie fell onto her heels and turned, crossing her arms. "You can go if you want, but you'll be back within an hour. You and I are connected in ways deeper than mere sexual lust. Your cock wants back inside me—and it will always be welcome between my legs." She looked at him over her shoulder, the smirk on her face bordering a devilish. "But if you leave, you'll never get back inside me. I'll deny you my body, and I'll make sure Danica denies you hers. If you leave, you can fuck a hundred thousand women hoping to find someone who fits you half as well as my body does, and you'll never succeed. But if you stay, Savage, my bed will be yours—forever. From this day forward, you'll never have to sleep alone again. Go to New York on Monday to deal with your sister, but then come immediately back here. I can't promise things will always be perfect, but I can promise that you'll always go to bed with a smile on your face." 

She turned towards him again, placing her hands on her hips, showing him her perfect body. "Or you can leave here today and be miserable for the rest of your life." She stuck her left leg out, giving him a perfect view of her pussy lips. She leaned over slightly, exposing the deep cleavage of between her breasts. As if on cue, Danica moved to stand behind her and reached around Mackenzie's body, cupping her right breast with her right hand while her left moved to finger Mackenzie's pussy. Mackenzie smiled at Savage, knowing that she had him. "Make your choice."



The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 14: Family Matters



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Chapter 14

Family Matters

How could a girl so inexperienced be such a temptress? Savage wondered as he gazed at Mackenzie. Not only her, but Danica as well! This little minx that he had watched grow up from an infant was not a woman, and though she had not had sex before last night, she knew how to use her body to get exactly what she wanted. Was it just ingrained for girls to know how to manipulate men so well, or did they have to study? Either way, Mackenzie certainly knew what she was doing—and having Danica was certainly helping her cause. Savage's cock was rock hard again, begging to be inside both their bodies once more.

But then he looked past her to see Janet standing in the doorway, her arms folding across her stomach in a way that Savage knew very well. When she crossed her arms over her breasts, it was annoyance. When she crossed her arms over her stomach, it was simmering rage, and her violet eyes smoldered like the dying embers of a fire that could spring back to life with just the merest poke of a piece of wood. She wanted him gone, now more than ever. Mackenzie was refusing to let him go, and Janet refused to let that happen, especially knowing the truth behind Savage's life and the lies he had been telling them all these years and the danger they posed to her family. Mackenzie's life could be in danger because of him, and while he had never meant to bring that danger into their home, it was there nonetheless. His only choice was to leave. 

Savage's eyes fell on Mackenzie again. She was standing straight and had adopted the same pose as her mother without realizing it. But instead of rage, he saw lust simmering in her brown eyes with the evidence of that lust clinging to the soft lips buried between her legs. Her inner thighs glistened wetly in the light of the room. Mackenzie had not taken her eyes off him, waiting for his decision. Savage felt his throat go dry as he weighed his options.

His lips went dry as his gaze shifted again to Mackenzie's mother, who stood there in nothing but a black chemise that barely supported her heavy, milk-filled breasts. That milk would taste really good right now, giving his mouth the moisture it needed. But the look in her narrowing gaze told him that she would not give him a drop even if he were dying in the desert. She wanted him gone. The truth of who and what he was now too terrible after Milena's confession. And she had seen the magic he could perform. How did that fit into her nice little world? It didn't. He was too dangerous, and the fact that Mackenzie could now be pregnant with his child made him even more so.

Savage turned away, unable to come to a decision while looking at either of them. He looked at the bed and watched as Danica moved to sit upon it, crossing her sexy legs so that all he could see was the barren skin above her pussy. He crossed her hands over her knees and kicked her leg gently as she also waited for his decision. Her gaze was softer, though, more pitying than either Mackenzie's or Janet's. Her young body trembled not with sexual need but an indecisive yearning. He could see it in the way her hands clasped her knees, the way her leg bounced. She wanted to throw her body at him but she also wanted to remain on Janet's good side so that she could continue sleeping with Mackenzie. Seeing her in such a state made his heart ache.

Savage turned and looked at Mackenzie and then at Janet. He was a man who made decisions quickly, easily. He was a man who could face down the members of his board who wanted to do one things and show them why they were wrong every time. He was never one to wonder what the best coarse was—he always set the course. Now, though, he was unsure.

"Can I talk to Janet alone?" he asked Mackenzie without looking at her. 

"Whatever you have to say to her, you can say in front of me," Mackenzie told him. Her back was up, and he could see the same fire in her that Janet possessed. Like mother, like daughter indeed. "Don't think I'm stupid enough to not think there's some secret between you two. My mother would not have let you have unprotected sex with her unless there was something about you she wanted to know for herself. My mother never, ever has sex without a condom unless it's with my dad. The fact that you didn't wear a condom with Danica or me shows that she did not instill that need in your head by browbeating you with it. If there wasn't something different about you, you would have been thrown out of this house the moment she learned you didn't wear a condom."

"I tried," Janet told her, speaking for the first time in a while. "You interrupted me."

Mackenzie turned to look at her, hands on her nude hips. "You don't want him gone," Mackenzie told her. "No matter how happy he makes me, he's giving you a good lay, too. You fucked him before I got to, which I was perfectly fine with because that meant I would get to have your cum inside my pussy; then you fucked him again while Danica and I were asleep, which again I was perfectly okay with because that meant I'd get more of your cum; now, all of a sudden, you want him gone? That's just weird to me."

She looked at Savage. "And you—you're another thing that's weird. Don't think I haven't noticed that you look exactly the same now as when I was six! You haven't aged a day! I've seen the movie Highlander—there's not some crazed psychopath with a bastard sword coming after you, is there? Is that the reason Mom wants you gone all of a sudden?" She looked at her mom. "Is that why you let him have unprotected sex with you, because you knew he couldn't get you pregnant? Is that why you aren't flipping out so much about me having unprotected sex with him? I'm not stupid, Mom—I want to know the truth, and I want to know it now! What is going on between you two that changed so quickly in the past hour? Tell me!"

"Mackenzie, give us a moment," Janet told her daughter, looking intently at Savage. "You too, Danica. Go to the kitchen and get something to drink—you're probably both dehydrated after the amount you've come." Janet looked at her daughter when she didn't move. "Please, Kenzie—just a few moments."

Mackenzie turned toward her mother then shifted her eyes to Savage. She let her arms fall to her sides. "Fine—but he's here when we get back." She turned narrowed eyes on Savage and pointed an accusing finger at him. "No sneaking off!" she warned him. "Or I swear I'll do whatever it takes to hunt you down!"

Mackenzie held her hand out to Danica, and her classmate stood up and took hold of it. Together, they turned to face Janet, the two of them forming a wall between her and Savage. Mackenzie squared her shoulders and thrust her young, naked breasts forward. "Ten minutes," she told her mom before she and Danica left her room.

Janet watched them walk down the hall before she entered her daughter's room. They were both naked, just as she told them she didn't want them to be outside their rooms, but she knew that Mackenzie no longer cared. She had never seen her so irritated nor so headstrong. She crossed her arms and rubbed them gently, feeling chilled in just the chemise she was wearing. She walked past Savage to the window and looked outside, her eyes scanning the night. Savage remained quiet, waiting for her to speak, waiting to see what was truly on her mind.

"What if they come for you?" she asked, getting right to the point. "Damn you, Savage—what if they come for you and Mackenzie gets caught in the crossfire? What would I do without her?" She turned to look at him. "She's my baby! She's my entire world! I want her to be happy, but I also want her to be safe! Can you promise me that she'll be safe?"

"I was ready to leave," Savage said, sitting down on the bed where he had shared an amazing evening with two of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. "I'll admit, though, that I had no idea of how much she would mean to me. I had not thought she would be this strong. I was expecting to leave and break her heart, but I think I'll be the one with regrets. I'll leave, and she'll hate me forever, but I'll be the one that can't live without her. I'll do it, though, Janet—it's the only way that I can protect her—her and everyone she knows."

Janet scoffed. "She won't let you leave," she said, crossing her arms again in the way he knew meant she was highly irritated. Janet leaned back against the windowsill and let her arms fall so that her hands rested on it as she crossed her legs. "I know her very well, Savage—far better than you do. That spitfire you saw just now isn't nearly what she's capable of. If you leave here tonight, she'll follow you. Damn her father and damn me, she'll follow you. She said she loved you, and those weren't just the words of an overly-emotional girl. I heard the resolve in her tone. She won't be happy until you place a damn ring on her finger with the biggest diamond the world has ever seen."

"She's too young to know what she wants," Savage said, wrinkling his nose. "She just thinks she's in love with me because we had...well, fantastic sex. I'll leave, she'll meet another boy, they'll have sex, and suddenly he'll be the only one for her."

Janet shook her head gently and laughed softly. "No, I know Mackenzie well enough. You should have seen her earlier today. I took her to meet Destiny, and while she was really excited at first, once she started realizing what being with Destiny would entail, she changed her mind. She did not let anything stop her from wanting to leave. She gave up an opportunity of a lifetime because she did not want to be with Destiny. She won't want to be with any other man than you, Savage. She'll keep me as a lover, and she'll have Danica, of course, but as far as cocks go, yours is the only one she'll ever take inside her body again...much to her father's chagrin. I'm afraid you're getting a lot more out of this weekend than you bargained for, and I don't know if I should feel sorry for you or not."

Savage looked at the open door. "She is a spitfire," he said with a grin. "She knows what she wants sexually, and nothing is going to prevent her from getting it. You do realize that she went to the kitchen completely naked for no other reason than she wanted to. Damn whoever sees her—she wants to be naked, she'll be naked. But that still doesn't resolve our huge problem."

"Your family." 

Janet pushed away from the windowsill and moved over to sit next to him on the bed. She slipped her arm through his and laid her head against his shoulder. Savage felt his heart beat increase slightly, remembering how warm her body had been, how tight her pussy had gripped him earlier. She was every man's fuck fantasy, without a doubt.

"Are they truly as bad as you and Milena say?" she asked.

"Worse," he admitted. "If they killed Rhaenemera, there's no doubt they're coming to kill me—and anyone they think I love. Mackenzie will never be safe with me. I was fooling myself thinking they wouldn't come for me, and now I've brought danger to your door. The problem is that even if I leave, they may still come for anyone in this house they think I love. Hell, even poor Danica and her family might be in danger now! I don't know what kind of information they have on me thanks to Milena."

"Would Milena know?" Janet asked, standing up and looking at him.

Savage stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know. It probably can't hurt to ask."

"I'll go get her." Janet stood up and moved toward the door, the air conditioning catching her thin, see-through chemise's split hem and blowing it up just a bit to reveal the flesh of her round ass. Savage growled deep in his throat and rushed from the bed, catching Janet from behind and pushing her against the door. He nibbled at the side of her neck as he pressed his hard, jeans-covered cock against her behind. Janet moaned as his lips brushed her flesh, and she felt her breasts tighten within the chemise's soft cups. She pushed her ass against Savage and ground her bottom against his cock, feeling it harden with his need.

"How many times have you come today?" she asked breathlessly. She thought women were the only ones capable of multiple orgasms, but Savage was about to put her to shame.

"I'm immortal," he told her, rubbing the crevice of her behind. "I replenish quickly."

"You can't be hurt?" she asked.

"I can, but I heal quickly, too," he replied.

"And why do you want to give that up?" she asked as he pressed her into the door. "If I replenished quickly and couldn't be hurt, I'd be having sex twenty-four hours a day!"

"It's unnatural," he said with disgust. "And I actually hate being this horny all the time!"

"I love it," she said with a laugh. "I love Richard—don't get me wrong—but after an hour, he's really no good to me anymore. He always makes me come, God bless him, but sometimes I just need more, you know?" She reached back and grabbed his cock, squeezing it. "With this monster, I could be satisfied all night."

Savage laughed as he laid his chin on her right shoulder and continued humping her. "I wonder how Mackenzie would feel about me fucking her mother all night?"

"She'd want you fucking her all night, but I don't think she'd care if I shared you."

"As long as she shared you, too, right?"

"Exactly!"

Savage spun Janet around and ground his crotch into hers as he pulled her arms over her head. He kissed her viciously, his mouth crushing hers in a soul-searing kiss that brought Janet's left thigh up to rub against his. She angled her hips so that she rubbed her pussy against the front of his pants, making them moist with her wetness. She wanted him so badly. She wanted his naked cock pulsing inside her cunt, his unsheathed sperm shooting deep into her womb. She gasped as his hand cupped her gently and he pressed his middle finger deep inside her warmth. Janet's body trembled, and she moaned against his blazing kiss.

She heard a ripping sound and felt cool air on her breasts seconds before she felt his mouth envelop her nipple. He drew gently on the hard, aching peak, and Janet could do nothing but let him feast as he held her hands pinned above her head. Her pussy warmed around his finger, and she felt her fluids coat his knuckles and palm. She had to stop this, but damn if she didn't want to keep it going. She had to be hard—she had to be strong—and she had to get away from this man that she desired so much. What was it about him that made her lust for him so badly? Only her husband ever got her this excited. Not even her countless other lovers from the sex parties made her this needy. Why did Savage bring it out in her?

She gasped as his finger continued moving gently within her, then she cried out as the first splash of milk hit his greedy tongue that was lashing her nipple intensely. She heard Savage groan as he tasted her, and he sucked harder, wanting more of her. Janet arched against him, trying to push him off, but she gave up after only a few meager tries, knowing that she wanted this as much as he did. Was she betraying her husband? Damned if she cared.

But finally, she had had enough. She ripped one hand free of Savage's vice-like grasp and pushed against his shoulder while she kicked him with her raised leg. Savage got the message and released her gently, helping her to stand up. Janet pulled her ruined top together and crossed her arms over her breasts. She glared at him and then slapped him, staggering him with the force.

"Don't think you're going to get out of this that easily," she told him. "I'm into rape fantasies with men I trust, and I trust you Savage, though God only knows why! It was a good effort, though. I applaud you for that. You owe me for a new chemise, though, and I'll get it out of you one way or another. Wait here while I go get Milena. Damn you!" She pushed him away and disappeared from her daughter's room.

Savage sighed and sat down on Mackenzie's bed again, slumping forward, his head hanging low. The longer he stayed her, the more danger he was putting his friends in, and he could not do that to them. However, he could not give up Mackenzie. In just a few hours, she had become the second-most important woman in his life: Rhaenemera would always be the first, even though she was dead.

He flopped back onto the bed, his arms covering his eyes. Tears came again, and his chest shuddered as he allowed himself to grieve once more. He shouldn't cry, he knew—not now, when he was sure Mackenzie would return at any moment. Then again, she knew he had lost his sister—even if the reason wasn't the real one—so perhaps she would understand his tears. At least, he hoped so. He did not want to have to explain things again.

He heard the door to Mackenzie's room close. He did not bother to look—he didn't want to. It was either Janet with Milena—neither of whom he wanted to deal with at the moment—or it was Mackenzie with Danica, neither of whom he could deal with at the moment, either. He had too much going through his mind. Too much had happened in too short a time. He was sure the pressure was going to crush him like an octopus at ten thousand leagues.

He felt the front of his pants open and the zipper slid gently, agonizingly down. His hard cock pushed through the opening, and he gasped as it touched the zipper's metal edges. But then his pants were yanked quickly off, and he sighed in relief. He still did not look, preferring to enjoy this before whatever interruptions happened.

A warm hand gripped his erect manhood and began a slow up and down motion that caused his bottom to lift slightly off the bed. He hated being this horny. It was far more of a curse than he would have imagined. He could barely think at times because all he wanted was pussy; and while there were plenty of women willing to share, Savage realized early on how cheap it made the act. It had been an agonizing eighteen years since he'd last had sex, and it made his time with Mackenzie, Danica, and Janet that much more special. Whoever had him now had better take him somewhere in their body—and soon—or there was going to be a mess. He arched his hips as the hand came down, then suddenly he felt warmth envelop him before he felt a woman's weight settle on his thighs.

A voice moaned as she settled and said, "I'd always wondered how we'd fit together, considering you seemed to like Rhaenemera so much."

Savage's eyes flashed open, and he stared into the cold, icy blue eyes of his beautiful sister, Daemera, who was straddling him while completely naked. His eyes traveled down her svelte body, past her perfectly shaped, melon-sized breasts, past the flat plane of her stomach, and to the inward curve of her loins to where he saw his cock buried deep in her moist pussy, the thick lips protecting her core spread open around him. She smiled at him seductively and rocked her hips, squeezing her inner muscles around him.

"Now," she said, watching him wince as she held him inside her body tightly, "we are going to be completely alone for a few minutes. I've taken us outside the normal time for this pathetic little planet you've called home for the past century or so. You and I are going to talk, and when we are done, I'll either let you go, or I'll rip your cock off with my cunt—it all depends on how I feel, little brother. Do we understand the ground rules?"

Savage squeezed his eyes shut but nodded. Her grip on his cock was even harder than Janet's, if that was possible. He believed she could act on her threat.

"And I know you're probably thinking about what I'm going to do to your little sluts. Frankly, I don't care about your whores. You can't get them pregnant, so there won't be any little troublemakers running around that the family has to worry about." Daemera twisted her hips slightly, and gripping him as she was caused his balls to rise, and she pushed against them, making him wince in pain for a second before his balls slipped back between her legs again. "You know I have no qualm with hurting you. You could have lived a good life with us, Rhaenor, but you had to go and be a noble son of a bitch who just couldn't play by the rules. Now you're going to to pay for that."




The Enchantress and Her Heart Ch. 14: Family Matters



"What do you want, Daemera?" he asked, wondering how she was able to keep her pussy so tight for so long. It was far worse than what Janet had done to him, for he was feeling zero pleasure. The pressure on his balls was too intense for him to possibly come.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts and pert nipples graze his chest, increasing his pleasure while she decreased his ability to shoot his load. She whispered in his ear, "I want to know where our little bitch sister is."

Savage's eyes flew open at her statement. His heart pumped against her breast excitedly, and he had to stop himself from arching into her cunt. Instead, he kept his eyes shut and bit out, "I don't know what you're talking about—Rhaenemera is dead."

Daemera twisted hard, and Savage cried out with the pain. Then she reached behind him and grabbed his balls, holding them, her long fingernails poised to penetrate his sensitive flesh. "Don't lie to me, baby brother," she said, squeezing gently. "You don't want to know the penalty for lying."

"Daemera, I haven't seen Rhaenemera since I left Aerilon!" he said, feeling her fingernails pressing against his sensitive sack. "I thought you might have killed her since she didn't come here with me!" He forced his eyes open to look at her, the pain on his face evident. "Are you saying she's still alive?"

Daemera released him when she saw that he wasn't lying, and she righted herself on his hard cock, releasing him but keeping him embedded firmly within her body. She laid her hands on his rock-hard chest to steady herself.

"We don't know where she is," she said, starting to ride him gently, rewarding him for his honesty. "It's like she's disappeared! We were hoping that if she left Aerilon, she would have come here searching for you—after all, you two were thick as thieves."

"When I left, I told her never to find me or look for me," Savage told his big sister. "It would be safer for both of us that way." His hand moved to caress her right thigh, but he stopped himself, remembering whom he was fucking. "I haven't seen or heard from her since."

"Damn," Daemera spat angrily. "Back where I started, it seems." She bounced on him hard a couple of times in frustration. She looked down at him with amusement on her face. "Damn, you haven't come yet?" she asked.

"I've been a little busy today," he said, not wanting to reveal how much the thought of coming inside her body disgusted him. Then he decided what the hell. "Also, I really don't find you all that attractive, no offense."

"None taken," she said. "You're not exactly my idea of an ideal sex partner. Speaking of which, where is Milena? I noticed that I lost all contact with her."

"I freed her," he said with a large smile. "You can't have her back."

Daemera took a deep breath and squeezed her pussy again, smiling as Savage arched into her uncontrollably and came deep inside her. She let him finish and then pulled off. She turned around and gave his mouth her pussy while she took his cock into hers. Savage started eating his hated sister out while she slurped gently on his cock. He wondered if she was going to bite it off.

Daemera finished and pulled away, forcing her pussy into his mouth. When she saw that he wasn't going to lick her, she stood up. She snapped her fingers and was instantly clothed in a business suit with a black skirt and jacket. "Well, then, I guess my job here is done," she said, looking at her watch. "I'll report back to the family that she's still out there and you don't know where she is."

Savage sat up and glared at her. "You're leaving—just like that?" he asked. "You aren't going to kill me?"

"No, not yet," she told him, looking in Mackenzie's mirror to make sure her hair looked right and her makeup wasn't smudged. "Rhaenemera is the big problem at the moment. She's trying to unite all the kingdoms against us, but no one is buying her plea. We have them all entirely too scared of us. Still, if she can even convince once person, that could lead to trouble down the road."

She turned to face her brother, hand on a cocked hip. "I guess we'll have to start searching other worlds, too. That's going to be such a bother. Thank the Lord King we're all immortal and can afford to waste our time." She blew Savage a kiss. "Goodbye, Brother," she said. "Pray I never need to find you again. Oh, and tell that bitch Milena to watch her back. I don't take betrayal lightly—especially from my favorite servant. She's got quite a body on her."

She vanished just as the door to Mackenzie's room opened and Janet returned with Milena. Savage looked down at himself and saw that he was still fully clothed sitting on the edge of the bed. He let his head hang forward, wondering if it had all been just a bad dream—though he was certain it wasn't.

Or was it just a dream? he wondered. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that was all it had to have been. With the day he'd had and what he had learned, he really was not surprised to have such a dream. Though his heart ached to think his belovèd twin sister was still dead.

Janet and Milena approached, seeing the shaken, ashen look on his face. Milena knelt before him and took his hands, kissing them both in reverence as she had learned to do from his family. Savage took his hands in hers and gripped them firmly. They were soft, the years she had spent cleaning Janet's house not callousing them because of the immortality Daemera had granted her so long ago. He looked down into her blue eyes, seeing something there that he had not seen before—respect and love. She smiled at him, though she kept her eyes averted, as was proper. He lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

"May I?" he asked, reaching for the left strap of the tank top she had gotten from Janet after Savage had ruined her other top casting the magic spell. Milena felt her stomach flutter but nodded in acquiescence. Savage pulled the strap partially down her arm, enough to expose her breast to just above the nipple but not exposing the hard pebble. He looked at her flawless skin, a feeling of relief washing through him when he saw that nothing remained of the mark that Daemera had applied there so long ago. He pulled the strap quickly back up onto her shoulder and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore, Sire," she told him.

Savage shook his head. "I am not your lord and I am not your sire," he told her. "I abdicated all that."

"You're far more of a king to me than anyone in your family has ever been," Milena told him. "I would follow any command you gave me willingly." She lowered herself to one knee in front of him and bowed her head low. "I know you will refuse such an offer, but that makes me love and respect you even more, Prince Rhaenor—I mean, Mr. Savage."

Savage stood up and pulled Milena to her feet. He was surprised he had never noticed how beautiful she was before. Then again, he supposed he had barely seen her when she had come to his family on Aerilon, and he thought her a fool for being there; and knowing she was Daemera's servant probably kept him from wanting to notice her because he would have thought she was spying for Daemera—which, it turned out, she was. But now that she was free—correction, now that he had freed her—he saw this beautiful blonde in a different light, and had circumstances been different, he thought he might have been happy having her in his bed.

But things were different—drastically so. 

He lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes and not at the obvious bulge in his pants. He knew she wanted him, though why he didn't want to think about. There were far too many complications that could arise from that line of thought. Instead, he said, "I need to know what information my family has on me. I need to know their plans for Mackenzie, Danica, or Janet. Are they planning on hurting anyone I love to get to me?"

Milena instantly shook her head. "That was never in the plan," she told him. "They want you dead, and they sent me here because they knew that you were their friend. They have someone in the homes of everyone you know that has servants, whether you've seen them recently or not. They've been hunting you on Earth for at least ten years. The magic spell you cast on yourself to hide your identity has kept them running in circles for so long, but they eventually found a way to counteract your magic."

"That explains a bit," he said thoughtfully. "But why can't they just leave me alone? I don't care what they do on Aerilon. I'm not going to try and stop them—I can't possibly do it by myself!" He looked down sadly. "I couldn't stop them even if my sister was still alive to help me. They have an entire world under their thumbs! What could I possibly do to them?"

"You defied them," Milena said simply. "You defied them and you escaped them. Others are trying that, too, but no one has succeeded. They want you dead to prove that defiance will not save Aerilon. That is why they killed your sister so publically. They're scared of what you can do—what you mean. Aerilon is looking for a leader, my Prince, and whether you like it or not, they're waiting for you. They need you!"

Savage turned and stepped away, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't want to be needed!" he growled softly. "I just want to be left alone! I didn't ask for this!"

"No one ever does," Mackenzie said from the doorway. Savage turned and saw her and Danica standing together, bottles of water in their hands. They looked so beautiful standing there, naked, completely unashamed of their bodies. Savage felt himself stir in his pants, and he cursed his immortality again. He had other concerns!

"You heard?" he asked, feeling the blood in his face drain and go straight to his cock.

Mackenzie nodded. "Open door," she said with a small shrug of her slim shoulders. "You're really a prince?"

He looked at Janet, who merely shrugged, knowing he had no choice but to tell the truth now. Savage looked down at the floor but nodded. "Not by choice," he told his lovers. "I am nothing on this world, though, other than the man I've always claimed to be. I don't like being what I am on Aerilon. It's why I ran away from it."

"But from what I hear, that is exactly the man your world needs," Mackenzie said, stepping over to him. She put her arms around his waist and pressed her soft body against his, letting him feel her warmth, her love. She pressed her ear to his barrel chest, hearing the gentle beating of his heart. "You are a good man, Randall Savage—or whoever you are—and good men are the ones who can make a difference. I want you to stay and make love to me forever, but I'm nothing compared to the fate of hundreds of thousands or more. I don't know everything, but if your family wants you dead, then they can't be very good people, and people like that should not be in charge of a bakery let alone an entire world!"

Mackenzie turned and looked at Milena. "Will you help him?" she asked. "Will you go with him and keep him safe? Will you...bring him back to me once he's done what he has to?"

Milena looked at Savage and then back at Mackenzie. "Of course, my...Ms. Mackenzie," she said.

"I'm not leaving you," Savage told Mackenzie. "I'm not going back for any reason. This is my world now—it's a much better world than the one I left."

"But it's not yours," Mackenzie told him. "I can see the restlessness in your eyes, Savage—the need to stop your family, no matter the cost. You know it's the only way to make sure I'll be safe. Milena may not think they'll come after me, but you don't know that for certain." She looked down and caressed her stomach with her free hand. Then she turned partially and caressed Danica's, who had moved up behind her. "And if we're pregnant—?"

"You're not," he said with certainty.

"And if we're pregnant, she repeated forcefully, "they'll consider your children a threat to them. You can't let your family kill any future princes or princesses, can you?"

Savage sighed and wrapped his arms around Mackenzie and Danica, pulling them tight to him. He hugged them both then kissed the top of each of their heads. His hardness pressed wantonly against the front of his jeans as their hands simultaneously reached for him. 

"I wish both of you could be the mothers of my children," he said to them softly, "but I can't get anyone pregnant anymore. It's a side effect of the potion my father developed. Besides, I'm not technically human."

"You look human to me," Mackenzie said, reaching up to stroke his face. 

"Me, too," Danica said, stroking his other cheek.

"And you feel human," Mackenzie told him. "That's all that matters to us."

"I love you both," he said softly.

"We know," Mackenzie said gently, and Savage laughed before taking her into his arms and lifting her off her feet before kissing her. He put her down, and his hand moved to her lower stomach to caress it gently. Mackenzie moaned at the intimacy of the contact and pressed her stomach against his palm. Savage's hand moved lower still, and he slipped a finger into her wetness. Mackenzie arched against his intruding digit and moaned gently.

"Would you be okay if my baby were inside you?" he asked.

Mackenzie merely moaned and nodded her head.

"But I wouldn't," Janet told them both, interrupting their few moments of passion. Mackenzie leapt away from Savage's finger and turned to look at her mother shamefacedly. Janet stepped closer and crossed her arms across her stomach again. "A lot has happened today, and all of our passions are running wild. But from this moment forward, if you're staying, Savage, you will wear a condom. There will not be a single argument on that point. Am I understood?"

"Yes," Savage said softly.

Janet approached her daughter and kissed her gently on the forehead before brushing Mackenzie's lips with her own. Mackenzie tasted her mother's breath and inhaled it as she licked Janet's lips. Janet pulled back, knowing that if she did not, she'd take Mackenzie right there. 

"It's late," she said, "and you all need to sleep. You can spend all day tomorrow fucking Savage. Tonight, though, you will all go to sleep." She pointed a finger at the three girls and Savage.

Mackenzie nodded.

"Come along, Milena—let's leave them alone." Janet took the maid's hand in her own and led Milena out of her daughter's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Mackenzie sighed and spun to flop down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling above. Then she laughed and cast her brown eyes at Savage. "So, you're really a prince...?"