The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga by Taliesin Govannon (top 10 novels of all time .txt) 📗

willingness to be directed opened her up to me in ways that no other man had ever experienced.

                I certainly hope that being 'the boss' was enough to make up for having a bored and unsatisfied lover.  Me?  I'd rather have what I have with Alexandros.

                Her smile was so warm, so genuine, with everybody.  How the others couldn't see her for the jewel that she was continued to baffle me.

                She made her way across the crowded villa in my direction.  It was yet another party to celebrate our betrothal, but the frequency never phased her.  She was just as kind and gracious with her fiftieth guest as she'd been with her fifth.  She greeted people with a smile and a touch, but never stopped completely.  As she locked eyes with me, her smile went from warm to burning.

                “My dearest Pan...” she purred, wrapping her arms around me, “... I trust that you're enjoying yourself?”

                “Hmm.” I hummed as her lips met mine.  I felt her gentle curves press into my body, and her tongue darted into my mouth before intertwining with mine.  Her hands traced over the muscles on my back, causing me to pull her even tighter into my embrace.

                If we had been alone, I would have already stripped her of every shred she wore.

                “Can we send everyone away now?” I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

                “Now now, my love.” she mildly admonished me.  “We formalize things tomorrow, then my every night will be spent with you between my legs.”  She smiled a wicked smile... she knew what such talk did to me.

                “I have no duties for the next week.  I shall keep you in bed the entire time.”

                “I like your priorities.”  Her grin went from wicked to sweet, and my heart melted a little further.  “We will have to have our fun soon.  Something wonderful has happened.”

                She placed my hand over her womb.  I could feel the spirit of a new life radiating from within.

                “Is that... are you?” I stammered.

                “Yes.  And I feel that it will be a son.”

                Just then, my modern self felt the life growing within and knew who it was immediately.

                Vincent!

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                “So I was your son, eh?”

                Vincent's easy grin showed that he had little difficulty accepting this.  Of course, he'd already experienced past lives where he and Angelique had been relations other than lovers, so adding me into the mix wasn't all that strange for him.

                For me, on the other hand, this was the first time I had felt his distinctive life force in someone who wasn't my lover, yet was still just as precious.  It awoke feelings towards him that were, well, parental.

                “Doesn't it make things strange?” I asked.  “I mean, now I know how it's like to love you as a son.  I'm worried that it'll get in the way of our lustier adventures.”

                “Do you want to have sex with me?”  He moved closer to me on the sofa and caressed my shoulder.

                My body's response was instantaneous.  “Oh Gods, yes!” I gasped as my body heated at his touch.

                “Making love is only one expression of my love for you.” he said softly, pulling on the bow that held my dress closed in the back.  “Every form of love that we experience for each other only deepens the bonds of love that hold our lives together.”

                He eased my dress off of my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my breasts to the air.  My nipples tightened, and my skin ached for his touch.

                “The deeper our love, the more intense sex becomes.  We both know that this isn't unholy, but merely the most primal expression of our love.”

                His lips pressed against my neck as his hands found my breasts.  I moaned, arching my back into his embrace.

                My vision suddenly shifted to that of Pandaros, my past life in ancient Greece.  I was holding Alexandros the same way that Vincent was holding me, gently rolling her nipples with my fingers as I covered her neck and shoulder with kisses.  She reached around behind her and grasped my erect member gently yet firmly, stroking it in time with my fingers on her.

                I snapped back to my modern reality and reached back behind me, grasping Vincent as Angelique had grasped me.

                Angelique...

                Vincent dropped one hand to my clitoris and rubbed it in time with my strokes on him.  My body responded enthusiastically as my mind flashed back to that earlier time, feeling Alexandros' body moisten, beckoning me between her legs.

                Angelique...

                I pulled Vincent upwards, his mouth sucking hard on my nipple as he made his way.  I gasped, and instantly tasted Alex's nipple in my own mouth.  I flicked it with the rip of my tongue, and Vincent's concurrent teasing brought me back to my own body again.

                I pulled him up and into me, and my body ignited.  Much the same way that Alex's body had come alive when I entered her all those centuries ago.

                Angelique...

                I felt every one of Vincent's thrusts full force, my bodybuilding towards an orgasm to remember.  I also felt the act of thrusting into Alexandros as a distant echo, her body twitching as her own orgasm built.

                Angelique...

                I looked into my lover's eyes as I erupted into her, and saw the energy that modern me knew oh so well.  I saw Angelique looking at me as I climaxed, both then and in the present day.

                The fury of the orgasm was one for the ages.  As I held my boyfriend, my lover, in my arms, I couldn't help but smile at the memory of her touch.

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                I awoke early the next morning and dressed quickly.  I searched a moment for the perfect outfit, then happened upon a more recent acquisition.

                Hmm... why not?

                I chugged a bottled