Witch Out of Luck Page 6

Brutas reluctantly finished the kiss and pulled Isabeau into his arms, pressing her head against his chest and heart. He needed a moment, one to sort his brother out and two to think about how things were going to happen. Dave had a point. As a kracken, he knew what he was doing. As a man, he hadn't a bloody clue.

  “Dave, just go. All will be well. I know what I'm doing.” Wasn't that a huge lie and a half.

  “Fine, I will go. Just remember, their teats are sensitive,” Dave answered, his voice serious.

  “How the hell do you know that?”

  Silence was his answer, and Brutas made a vow there and then to question his little brother at some point about how he knew that information.

  “Brutas, is everything okay?” Isabeau’s soft voice pulled him from thoughts of his brother and back to her soft lips and even softer form as she pressed against him. He felt his own arousal start to stir. The experience was new to him. He was still learning this new body and he found he liked it, liked the sensations it created.

  “Yes.” He nodded down at Isabeau and kissed her forehead. “Good, all good.”

  “We had best move. My feet have gone numb,” she stated, and he realised they were still standing in the water. Warmer than the sea, it could still get a tad chilly if you stayed within the waters.

  “Come, out!” Without waiting for an answer, he lifted her into his arms. He loved that she felt so right against him, nestled against his chest. It was right where she was meant to be. His body stirred again, making it unnerving to walk. He felt his erection as it grew but became confined by the jeans he wore.

  “You okay?” Isabeau asked, as he stumbled up and over the edge of the submerged platform. His erection grew bigger. He could feel it against his leg. Worry started to fill him. Just how big did human male erections grow? It felt tight within the leg of his jeans.

  “Yes,” he grunted and walked over to the small camp bed. Placing her on it, he went to bend down to remove her shoes but found he couldn't. Moving into that position would hurt. It would snap it in half. So instead, he just stood by her side, afraid to move until it had settled down.

  But he was afraid it wouldn't settle, because every time he looked at her stunning face, her stormy grey eyes and her delicious lips, he felt the tightness increase.

  “Brutas, won't you sit next to me whilst I take my wet shoes off?” she asked innocently, but he shook his head. His mind scrambled over what Ethan or Will would do in this situation. They had never told him of this possible issue or how big it would be.

  As a kracken, they all had the same size. Yes, it was large due to their sizes and the mechanics of being a kracken, but he never would have thought he would have an issue as a human. Yet when he looked down, he could see the long ridge pressed tight against his leg. The denim pulled taught over it, showcasing it to all.

  “Brutas…” he heard her start to say, only she stopped, and a light gasp fell from her lips. When he looked down, he could see she was staring at it.

  And what made it worse was his eyes widened as it grew more, the material now pinching against it, making his eyes water. He turned quickly so he was facing away.

  It wasn't supposed to hurt, was it? Fuck, he was so out of his depth. Isabeau wouldn’t want him now. Wouldn't want a mate who didn't know what he was doing.

  “Sorry,” he gruffly said, and moved a step, ready to walk away. Ready to go dive into the pool and try to calm his erection down. He couldn't walk around with it pinching in his jeans. Only, a soft hand against his own stopped him.

  “Brutas?” she questioned, and he couldn't answer, didn't know how to articulate the words. So, he shook his head again. He wished he could talk to her in his mind like he did his brother. He could tell her everything then. Tell her she was his everything now.

  “Is that for me?” she asked and nodded towards his lower half, where his hands now tried to conceal his bulge. He nodded once then shrugged. What could he say? He couldn't make it go away.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked, and he mumbled, “Yes.”

  Standing, Isabeau, his mate and the woman he adored, took his hand and started to lead him towards the doorway that led to the stairs.

  Pulling back, he stopped her, not wanting the others to see him like this, afraid they would laugh.

  “No.”

  “No, you don't want to go upstairs, or no, you don't want to go with me?” she asked, and he could hear the slight tinge of hurt in her voice. Pulling her back to him, he cupped her cheek.

  “Upstairs, they see. No.”

  “Oh, so you still want me?” she asked and leaned into his palm, nuzzling the soft skin.

  “Yes, greatly,” he answered and pulled her tight to him, letting her feel it against her own body. He was running on instinct now and had no idea if it was right or wrong.

  “No problem,” was all she said, before she closed her eyes. Before his very eyes, light surrounded them, warmth infused him, and suddenly they were no longer in the cavern but in a bedroom much like the one that had been given to him. Only he could scent Isabeau everywhere. She had brought them to her room with no one seeing them. He wasn't sure he could adore her any more than he already did.

  “Now, will you let me help you?” she asked and stepped back slightly. “I'm assuming this will be your first time as a human man.” She said this with no censor in her tone, only a softness that showed she really cared.

  “Yes,” he grated out, his voice even deeper from the arousal coursing through his veins.

  “Okay then, we will take this one step at a time. But first, let’s free you up a bit, yeah?” She smiled and went to her knees in front of him.

  He didn't like that at first, didn't want her hurting her knees on the floor just to help him, but she put a hand on his thigh to stop him from grabbing her. Instead, she made him watch her remove his shoes and then things they called socks. Next, she reached for the buckle on his jeans. Slowly, she drew them open, but he placed his hand on hers. He didn't want to scare her with his arousal. He had heard stories of krackens scaring females by getting it out before they were ready.

  He didn't want to scare Izzy.

  “Don't scare you,” he gruffed out, and she only smiled wider.

  “I'm not scared, honey. Just try and relax. You will feel better soon,” she comforted him, and it made his heart soar. He felt it beat hard against his ribcage. Felt it beat for only her. But as she slowly lowered the jeans down his legs, freeing his arousal from its confines, he found he had forgotten how to breathe. The cool air hit his cock, making it twitch. Now free, it bounced against his thigh and showcased the marks from being almost strangled against his jeans.

  “Oh, wow,” Isabeau breathed out, and his eyes shot to her face. She didn’t look scared. In fact, she looked almost hungry, which made it twitch again, growing harder under her gaze.

  “Like?” he asked, surprised he was able to find his voice.

  “Nothing scary about this, Brutas.” Her voice was husky as she finished pulling his jeans off. “Yes, I like,” she purred up at him.

  Holding out his hands, he waited until she placed her palms within his before he lifted her up and off the ground. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her against him and claimed her lips with his own. Nothing could ever beat this feeling of having his mate in his arms, he thought— until he felt her small hands grip his cock and start to move up and down.

  That was when he forgot how to breathe and realised what heaven could possibly feel like.

  13

  Isabeau felt her heart thump hard against her chest as she took Brutas’s huge cock in her hand. When they were down in the cavern and she had seen the state he was in, she had wanted to help ease him. To also know that this was his first ever sexual experience as a human gave Isabeau a sense of power that had nothing to do with her magic.

  The way he looked at her, his gaze filled with heat, made her own body react. But when she had seen his erection, she was torn between groaning and thinking, oh s
hit, is that even going to fit? To put it bluntly, Brutas was well in proportion. The saying, “a man with big hands has a big dick”, wasn’t wrong about him.

  Up and down, she stroked, staying nice and steady and getting him used to her touch. She really wanted to kiss him again, but she was enjoying this power she had. She felt she could do anything with this gentle giant, and she wanted to do it all. Show him that being in human form was not so bad.

  “I…” he started to say, but the word finished on a groan that had Isabeau’s pussy clenching in response. She felt his large hands on her face, stroking her cheek as he looked at her with awe. She almost groaned when he bit his lip and tilted his head back in pleasure. How was it possible for one male to look so beautiful?

  Stepping back, Isabeau gently tugged on his hard length, telling him in action that she wanted him to follow. She wanted him on the bed, laid out, so she could show him how amazing the pleasure could be.

  “This… don’t,” was all he said, and she knew what he meant. She would give her kracken an orgasm that would make him see stars.

  “On the bed, handsome,” she purred, and released his length, much to her displeasure. The silky hardness felt perfect in her palms, with the way it pulsed and throbbed at her touch.

  His eyes glowing, she kept her gaze locked on his as he slowly climbed onto the bed. She waited for him to lie down, but he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her with him until she was lying on top of his body. There, he plundered her mouth, dominated the kiss, and made her squirm. She could feel his hot length against her belly, trapped between them. It continued to pulse, and her pussy throbbed in response. She could feel her panties had grown wet from not only his kisses but the mere thought of his titan dick being inside her.

  “You perfect,” he growled out as his hands thrust into her hair and held her to him. Isabeau was lost in the passion he created within her. She pressed against his chest, moving her body so she could straddle his large hips. Her clothed pussy fell directly onto his cock, which pressed against her clit in a way that made her eyes cross.

  It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge, not when she had felt on that edge since he had started to kiss her. Just a few thrusts of her hips against his and she would explode. But she wanted to last... for him. Wanted to make this whole experience perfect for him.

  “I… clothes,” was all she managed as she took a breath, but then he claimed her lips again. His was ravenous, and Isabeau loved it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pressed herself against him, rubbing up and down until the pressure she had felt building burst from her. Ripping her mouth away from the kiss, Isabeau screamed out her release, her body undulating on top of his as her orgasm flowed through her.

  She couldn't catch her breath as she slowed her movements until she was able to look down to find Brutas watching her. A smile on his lips, he reached up and pushed her hair back from her face.

  “Beautiful.” His deep voice travelled over her skin, making her shiver. “But more,” he growled out. Using his titan strength, he flipped them over, so she was now beneath him, his hips cradled within the V of her own. Isabeau watched in awe as he finished undressing. He removed his shirt, revealing a body that had surely been made by the goddess. Slabs of muscle that rippled with each movement, an eight pack that she longed to run her tongue over, and that ridge… that blessed ridge that made her go cross-eyed.

  Brutas was brutally amazing in his raw and innocent sexuality. Having been born a kracken, he was not burdened with the usual male ego. Well, the ego that affected human males. He was simple in his affections, and Isabeau loved that. There was no ulterior motive.

  Moving to get rid of her own clothes, Isabeau was stopped by a large hand to her waist.

  “No. Me,” he stated simply, and like he was unwrapping the most precious of gifts, he removed her clothes. With each reveal of skin, he groaned. When she was naked, he grinned, like he never had before, making her whole body shiver.

  Brutas may be new to human love making, but he wasn’t stupid. Definitely not. With fingers that were gentle, he swept them down her body, pausing at every indent and dimple until he reached her pussy, the glistening curls showing just how aroused she was. Lifting her hand, Isabeau was about to show Brutas exactly what she liked, but he stopped her, studying her like he would a book. It unnerved her, yet at the same time she felt herself growing wetter for this male, for this kracken. After what felt like far too long, he finally touched her, a gentle touch of a forefinger that felt like heaven. Yes, she had already climaxed, but it seemed she wanted more. Much more.

  As he continued his exploration, Isabeau tried to rein in her desire, but it was pointless. This male stoked her to a raging inferno, and all she wanted was him deep within her. So deep and hard she wanted to cry.

  “Please, Brutas, inside,” she whimpered, her own vocabulary struggling with the onslaught of pleasure. Nodding his head, he moved forward, taking his huge, hard length in his hand. There was no plunging inside like an untrained youth. No, instead he slowly guided it through her folds before settling at her entrance.

  Then he slowly pushed. Inch after glorious inch filled her like nothing she had ever felt before, and when she felt like she couldn't take any more, he pushed again, until finally he was seated to the hilt, his body flush with hers. Filling her to her limit. And it felt wonderful.

  “Oh, goddess, yes,” Isabeau cried out and clutched Brutas’s shoulders. His skin slick from sweat, he started to move, small thrusts that had her head thrashing and her heels digging into his tight, muscled arse. “Harder, please,” she cried, and her kracken gave it to her. The lights dimmed and brightened in the small room, even as their moans filled it. Isabeau was lost to the pleasure and lost to the sensation, so when her second orgasm ripped through her, he followed her right over the edge and into the abyss of ecstasy.

  14

  “It's getting worse,” Binky cried out from his perch. “I can feel the vibration from here.”

  “Shut up, bird!” Bas shouted, as he sat on top of the calendar and tried to stop it vibrating off the table.

  “Can we at least tell the girls now, before it goes off like a firework and singes my fur?”

  Grundlepus shouted from under the chair, his eyes wide as he looked from the vibrating box and back to Bas. “We need to tell the girls. They have to fix this,” the cat shouted again as the door to their room flew open and Ethan stood in the frame.

  “What the fuck is that? I can feel it throughout the whole house. What are you three up to?” Ethan paused and looked at Binky, who was still wrapped in bubble wrap. With his helmet on, he was stuck to his perch, unable to move. It had not helped that Bas and Grundlepus had used a glue gun on him. “What the hell is Binky doing?”

  Regardless of the vibrating death box, both Bas and Grundlepus snorted and started to snigger.

  “FUCK. BOLLOCKS. You are both bastards,” Binky shouted, although it was muffled.

  “Yes, well, I know I am,” Bas laughed.

  “Okay, spill. Why is that box vibrating and what is said box?” Ethan folded his arms across his chest.

  “Err, Bas, this one is on you,” Grundlepus stated, and tried to make himself smaller.

  “Pussy,” Bas answered, before he looked at the warlock, then recounted the whole story about the calendar. The only reaction was a widening of his eyes before he turned and left the room.

  “That went well. I think,” Bas said, and looked at both Binky and Grundlepus, who were shaking their heads. Well, Binky was trying.

  “What? No?” Bas shrugged. He would have to fetch Isabeau soon. She needed to do her witchy thing and stop this box from going boom. She also needed to come clean about the kracken. She should not keep secrets from her own familiar.

  “Oh, fucking hell,” the violet-haired witch shouted as she stomped into the room. Maeve was not looking happy. Instead of speaking, she plucked Bas off the box and picked it up. “Ethan, go grab Arietta and locate the love
birds. Meet me by the Gate,” she ordered, and everyone but Bas jumped to obey. Well, everyone but Binky.

  Bas grinned.

  Jumping from the table, Bas left the room quickly, just as he heard Maeve yell, “Who the fuck glued Binky to his perch and wrapped him in bubble wrap?”

  15

  Isabeau snuggled into the warmth that was Brutas’s chest. His arms tight around her, she didn't want to leave the cocoon they had created.

  “You okay?” his voice whispered in her ear, before she felt his lips press against her head.

  “Yes, better than okay,” she answered, whispering as well, although she wasn't sure why.

  “Perfect,” he mumbled, as his hand drifted lower again, cupping her breast and massaging the globe before he gently pinched her nipple. Considering Brutas was new to human love making, he was certainly a fast learner and eager to make up for any lost time.

  Her body hummed with pleasure. She had been happily surprised that krackens had a hell of a lot more stamina than human men. Her body would be remembering this encounter for a few days at least, and Isabeau loved it.

  What she didn't like was the banging against her bedroom door.

  “Don't,” Brutas said as he pulled her harder against him in an effort to not allow her to leave the warmth of the bed. She loved that he was a cuddler. There was something so sexy about a male that wanted to snuggle.

  “I have to get the door,” she murmured, and kissed his lips in the hope to placate him, only it didn't work. He deepened the kiss immediately and rubbed his naked length against her belly, making her moan.

  “Isabeau Dragonsong Moonchild!” the voice shouted, and she knew it was Bas. “Put that kracken down immediately and get your arse out here now.”

  Isabeau grinned when Brutas released her lips, yet she made no move to leave.

  “Isabeau,” the squirrel shouted again, only this time it was followed by the room shaking.