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And things weren’t progressing like she thought they would. The only reason she’d shown up for the event was because all three of them had agreed to go every night. And now her friends were bailing on her.

“Hey, where did my friends go?” asked Cindy, the minute Sasha strode toward her table. The smell of melting chocolate wafted around Sasha, making it hard for Cindy to concentrate.

Night three of the charity auction was totally out of this world, thought Cindy. First her friend Nora left in a huff and then Tina strolled up onstage to take the place of the woman Mitch had draped under his arm.

“It’s a wild night, Cindy, let it all go,” said Sasha cryptically.

Cindy feigned a smile. “Is that supposed to make sense, Sasha?”

“You can’t please everyone, but you should please yourself.”

“Okay, that didn’t even rhyme,” huffed Cindy, popping more candies into her mouth.

Sasha leaned on Cindy’s table, her pink witch’s hat almost tilting off her head. “Enjoy. My brother’s a good warlock and you’re a good…”

“Don’t even say it,” said Cindy. “I need a refill.” She handed the empty jellybean bowl to Sasha.

“You can do that yourself. Trust in your own magic.” Those were Sasha’s parting words. A gasp from the crowd informed Cindy that another show had started. The stage lights were back on and why did it not surprise her that Lance was the one strutting his stuff? However, this was a Lance she didn’t know. Gone was his traditional tailored business suit. This Lance commanded the crowd to watch him—her magical-sexy
Darklander
warlock who made her instantly
think
of hard, sticky lollypops.
Oh yeah, I’d like to lick something all right and it’s hard, sticky and can make my warlock groan for more
. Inwardly, Cindy giggled at her racy thoughts.
Wait a sec, he’s not my warlock. I did not think that. I most certainly did not. Oh my, I’m having an argument with myself and that’s not good.

Then all of Cindy’s thoughts scattered.

Lance wore the traditional warlock attire and was met with a round of giggles from the crowd. The only one not giggling was Cindy.
Magically hot.
That description aptly fitted Lance, who ignored the chuckles. The minute he tore off the long dark velvet robe no woman laughed. His back rippled with muscles as he expertly slashed the air with the long saber in his hand. The skin-tight black pantaloons he wore showcased more of his assets than she liked. He flung the sword up high and caught it on bended knee with one hand. The sword came to rest half an inch from his crotch. Awed by his warrior display, the women
oohed
for more.

Cindy, however, did not want more. She didn’t think her heart or body could stand watching him attempt to neatly slice and dice his body parts. A red haze of smoke filled the stage and startled gasps tore through the crowd.

“I am your knight. I am your warrior. I am yours.” Lance’s voice was pure red wine, tempting every woman in the room. He made the words sound intimate but Cindy knew he’d meant them for her. Inwardly, she preened while fishing around for more jellybeans. Realizing she had eaten all her own personal stash and that the bowl on the table was still empty left her edgy.

“Warlock, save me.”

The husky, seductive voice came from the stage. Cindy could not believe her eyes.
What is this?
There on the stage, scantily clad, was a beautiful witch. She had long flaming orange-hued hair, and big breasts filled out the
Darklander
Zirta
-like outfit she’d taken the time to put on.
Give me a break.
The outfit looked about two sizes too small as the tight, black bustier lifted her breasts up for everyone to see.

“Hey, who’s she?” asked someone from the crowd.

Yeah, that’s right, who’s she?

“She’s my damsel in distress and I will save her from this menace.”

Cindy truly wished Lance wouldn’t speak. It was night and every cell within his body was overflowing with magic. The rumble of his voice was
bespelled
to fulfill every woman’s fantasy. For her that meant it left her feeling as if she’d been soaking in a refreshing peppermint bath…
tingling
her with want, desire and the mad impulse to put an end to his shenanigans on stage.
Wait a sec, aren’t I his damsel in distress?

“Save me, warlock. I will spell you a gift.”

Shut up!
Cindy was getting totally pissed with the other woman’s
lovey-dovey-witchy
voice. The urge to bolt, flee the crowd or zap the other witch into a toad caused Cindy to crack a smile. She laced her fingers together in a prayer-like pose and channeled her thoughts into her normal business approach.

I will not give in to the urge to do a casting. I will not be tempted by magic.
Reciting her internal prayer allowed her to gather her strength. She desperately needed that when a menacing roar startled everyone in the crowd. A green puff of smoke smelling like a huge pile of manure quickly hit her nose. Cindy knew that smell. Every witch knew the pungent odor of the
drákon
. It was something all
Darklander
witches were taught to avoid at all costs.

No way. That’s impossible. It couldn’t be a
drákon
. Not a real
drákon
. That’s just insane.

Sasha ran through the crowd. Openly, she weaved her wand here and there, casting what looked like safe shields around the patrons, who all looked shell-shocked. And who wouldn’t? There onstage in its spectacular battle armor was what looked like a real
drákon
. A flash of fire spewed forth from his mouth. The heat of it caused Cindy’s fantasy to explode.

Standing up, she bellowed out to Sasha, “Hey, is that a real
drákon
?”

All Lance’s sister could do was nod as she ducked a fiery blast the beast directed at her.

“Save me, warlock. Save me,” whined the pathetic witch now secured to a beam.

Where did that beam come from?
Really, this fantasy come to life has a mind of its own.
Cindy felt completely out of sorts.

Lance however did not look one bit out of his element. He sported a wide, sexy grin. His blue eyes danced with devilment and delight, clearly savoring the challenge of saving the witch-damsel while destroying the
drákon
. Part of Cindy actually rooted for the
drákon
to make a meal out of the whiny witch. However, her tactic changed the second the
drákon
zoned in on her.

Spellbound, she watched as the large, eight-foot reptilian creature made a lumbering move in her direction.
Drákon
were slow, but with their unique body armor that had flashy red rubies, green emeralds and shiny diamonds encrusted all over it, and with their ability to spew forth fire, they were truly a force to be reckoned with. Plus their love of eating witches was notorious.

“Don’t run, Cindy.”

Lance’s words didn’t make any sense.
Every instinct within her said to flee the scene.

“Hey, stinky-beast, come and get me.”

Lance waved his arm and sword madly around in an attempt to get the beast to zone in on him. Cindy’s heart warmed.
Now that’s my warlock-warrior.

Sasha worked her way over to where Cindy stood. “I did not call forth that damn creature.”

“What?” Cindy had clearly thought that’s exactly what Sasha had done.

“That bitch-witch up on stage did this. I told her she couldn’t participate because I don’t like her and she pulls a stunt like this. To top it off, Lance thinks he’s invincible. He thinks this is part of the show, because she put a mind-spell on him. I am
so
going to kill her.”

Cindy totally echoed Sasha’s rant.

“And I can’t help him.”

“What do you mean?” asked Cindy. “You’re a witch. Of course you can help him.”

“Sadly no.
She made sure I couldn’t. She cast a warding on all family members. Oh my, this isn’t good. I’m going to have to zap all these humans out of here. Will you help?”

Numbly, Cindy nodded.

“Human, humans, away, away, back to your homes you will stay,” chanted Cindy.

“Thank you. While you did that I cast a spell on them to ensure they won’t remember a thing.”

In the midst of the chaos now taking place on the stage, Sasha managed to smile. A feeling of belonging, of finally coming home, crashed into Cindy. “You’re welcome,” she mumbled. Cindy stole a glance to the stage area. Things did not look good for Lance. “Hey, why isn’t he using his magic?”

“I’m sure that bitch-witch cast a spell on him too. I am so going to enjoy turning her into a toad.”

“I thought you’d turn her into a lizard.”

“I have my standards. I like lizards. I do not like toads. Plus, if I cast her into a toad I get to enjoy catching her and watching her hop up and down.”

Cindy’s eyes widened. “That’s sick.”

“I know. You do realize that you’re going to have to save him.”

“Me?” squeaked Cindy, taking a step back, while Sasha ducked to avoid a blast the
drákon
spewed their way.

“You’re not officially
family
yet
. Save him. I’m going to call for reinforcements because that bitch of a witch never plays fair as you can see. See what I mean? She’s always lusted after Lance, and she’s taking great delight that she’s ruined my finale.”

Cindy heard “lusted after Lance” and any trace of a friendly thought she might have had toward the witch onstage exploded like a wild broomstick.

“Lusted? What exactly do you mean?”

Clarification, that’s exactly what Cindy wanted. When faced with a business problem always get all the facts. If she didn’t like them, so be it.

“Okay, they had a brief history but it really was nothing.”

Cindy wasn’t sure she digested what Sasha said because her body flushed hot with a mad zap of magic.

“Be
still,
be still, you casting evil will. Bind and gag you, I contain you.” The chant soared through the room and then
whammo
, eerie silence filled the space.

“Thank you,” mouthed Sasha, making her way up to the stage where the bitch-witch was currently gagged and bound to the post, all thanks to Cindy’s spell. The
drákon
was frozen in place and Lance clutched his head in agony.

“What happened?” His voice, still laced with magical charm, caused Cindy’s heart to accelerate and her nipples to strain toward him.

He took one look at her and zapped himself beside her. Cindy knew she shouldn’t allow him to pull her to his hot, sleek body, but the magical part of her ached to do so. She leaned into him, inhaling that hot candy scent.
Wait a sec, what am I doing?

As if he knew her business mind had kicked into high gear, Lance wrapped his steel arms around her and with one snap of his fingers she found herself back in his bed, naked. As always the mad rush of the use of magic that fueled her cells through time and space left her feeling shaky with need. Slowly she opened her eyes.

There on his knees was her warlock. His cock jutted out its own welcome as it throbbed at her. Lance grinned, looking mighty pleased with
himself
.
And why shouldn’t he be?
He got what he wanted. Cindy didn’t want to finish that sentence because she knew after all that had happened in the past few days she got what she wanted—her magical,
Darklander
warlock all to herself, and that knowledge truly damned her.

Chapter Six

 

“Suck it.”

Her warlock was once again issuing orders. Cindy smiled. This was one order she desperately wanted to obey. Turning her head, she made sure Lance watched her tongue wet her lips. His eyes half closed with desire. “Put it in my mouth,” she boldly teased.

He didn’t hesitate. Her tongue swirled around his cock, loving the feel of the firm column as it slid into her mouth to her gag reflex. With willpower she relaxed to allow him to push it into her throat. Pre-cum seeped out of him, the salty flavor of Lance an erotic recipe all on its own. Her hand wrapped around his base, allowing her to pump him as her mouth worked him with business-like detail.

His head fell back with pleasure. Cindy turned to her side, enabling her to take more of his shaft into her mouth. With her other hand she snaked it up to his nipples, pinching hard. His balls bounced into her face. She repeated her action with his other nipple until both were tight, pebbled nubs.

His caressing magic slid around her body, making her tingle in all the right places. While she was intent on ensuring he had pleasure, Lance also wanted to make sure he pleased her. She smiled around his cock, taking the time to lick the thick vein that pulsed for release.

Lance used a magical charm to make it feel as if his hands were skimming all over her body. The effect was twofold—highly erotic but a subtle reminder he was a magical being to the core. She wanted to hate him because he easily embraced the magic that lived within him without thought. In fact he truly loved it.
Maybe if I were cursed and could only wield magic at night I’d wish for it too.
The morose thought flashed like a neon sign inside of Cindy.

Lance pushed his cock deeper, willing her to pay attention to him. Blinking up at him, she noticed his sure grin. Taking the time to memorize every nuance of his shaft and testicles, she rose to her knees, ensuring he came along for the ride. A rugged groan slipped from his lips. Fisting her hand around the base of his cock, she pumped him hard, causing his six-pack abdomen to flex. His breathing grew shallow, his eyes closed and his hands fisted as he sought control.

This was her time. Lance attempted to edge off the bed, yanking her blonde hair. She shook her head, keeping his cock wedged between her teeth and subtle tongue. Tenderly her tongue swirled around his wide column, and she moaned as the salty flavor of him settled into her.

“Cindy, I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

Lance’s admission was all she needed. With a sexy witch smile full of magical charm Cindy decided to go for it. Chanting the magical charm in her head, she did as he had—making it feel as if her hands were all over his body. He muffled a curse and bucked his hips up, causing her to momentarily gag as the fullness of his cock got crammed down her throat. She’d pushed him past the point of no return. The mantle of control Lance wore tore free and she welcomed it. His hips pumped into her mouth and she opened wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. Her hands moved to his heavy sac, grasping it with one hand while moving a delicate finger to play with the crack of his ass.

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