Free Winded by Sherri L. King Page A

Attended births, acting as midwife in most
cases, crafting protection charms to hang over the newborns’ cribs, whispering
spells over their innocent heads to help them sleep and dream sweetly.
    In secret, she’d spent almost all her free time in the
armory, casting spells on every weapon to protect its wielder from harm. This
gun was the culmination of many experiments to create the perfect magical
weapon. It was, essentially, portable sunlight.
    So much had changed. And yet so much still remained the
same. Blessedly so. She still guarded against the Unnamed. But now she
protected more than an island. She helped protect the world. Vetiver’s personal
Grimoire bulged with newfound knowledge, recipes and incantations to aid her
and her fellow warriors in battle. She’d already rewritten most of the spell
books lost to her house fire. She had ensured the legacy of the Device
bloodline would live on. Here. In the world of the Shikar.
    And now it was time to prepare the way for a new witch to
come.
    The firstborn of her union with this amazing warrior
slumbered now deep in her womb. Soon Vetiver would ripen with the growth of her
daughter. And as expected, Ball, in his way, had already begun to transfer his
allegiance to Vetiver’s child, a warrior-witch he would one day guide and
protect as he had guarded so many others over the centuries. Vetiver didn’t
mind this defection. It was supposed to be this way, she knew.
    Boreas and her Familiar were fast friends. And the Shikar
people hadn’t batted an eye to the presence of a dog that was not a dog, but so
much more than words could explain. The Shikar children especially adored Ball,
and he them, letting them pet him, coo at him and call him “Baw” in their
innocent tongues. He roamed the city at his leisure, though he never strayed far
from Vetiver’s side. While she carried his future mistress, he was still her
best friend. Still her treasured companion. He would never really leave her,
even when Vetiver’s daughter became woman enough for him to serve. Ball was as
constant as the turning of the world.
    And Boreas, too, was never far from her—he was, in a word,
insatiable.
    But then, so was she.
    They were equal in their endless passion for one another.
    “Can you do this with other weapons?” Boreas asked, clearly
eager to see more like the gun.
    Vetiver smiled, pleased with herself now that she saw how
his eyes were alight with this new invention. “Oh yeah.”
    Boreas grinned and drew her into his arms. This time the gun
hit the floor, but Vetiver was too distracted to be relieved that it wasn’t
loaded. Her mate’s lips commanded her full attention now. His hands wove a
spell over her body that no magic could ever rival.
    This time when he took her breath, she let him. It was not a
theft, but a loan. And when he gave his breath in return, she filled her lungs
with it, drawing him inside her, fueling her cells with his essence.
    When he filled her with his flesh, it was as if they were
discovering sex for the first time, every time. He filled her now, stretching
her pussy tight around the urgency of his cock.
    He took her standing. He took her lying down beneath him on
the floor of their sitting room. He fucked her from behind, bending her over
the foot of their bed. He made love to her with Vetiver on top, guiding her
hips in a gentle, slow rhythm.
    When she came, he came too, filling her with the
scalding-hot wash of his seed. His cum. So silky and creamy. They climaxed too
many times to count, until his cum dripped down her thighs like honey.
    Their sighs traveled on the air, a slight breeze playing through
the rooms of their underground home. Miles above, the world moved on, growing
smaller every moment. But Vetiver was happy. Her world had grown, expanded to
enormous wonders that surprised her every day.
    She was a witch. But she was not a lone witch anymore.
Boreas was with her. Ball never far. Their child slumbered inside her, weaving
spells with her