Ninety two

"It's about time it happened..." I rolled my eyes.
"About time? What on earth are you saying Ric?" She nearly jumped from the seat.
"I saw this coming." I replied.
"So, what am I now?" She played with her hair, feeling more relaxed. That's my lover.
"Do not be afraid, Chels, you're just a witch."
"Just... A witch!" She exclaimed.
"Yes. Is there a problem with that? It's not something you can run away from." I arched an eyebrow at her. She sighed and cussed.
"How can I be a witch, of all things, Ric?" She sounded disappointed in herself.
" I had expected to turn out to be. A werewolf as well. If not, how am I your lover?" She tilted her head at me .

I felt embarrassed, but to keep my cool, I gazed elsewhere.
"I don't know, Chels. But being a witch is better than being at vampire, at least for the possibility of our relationship." I told her.
"Come, I have something to show you." I stood up. Perhaps if I show her Saira's stuffs, she would understand that being a witch I s no big deal. Now, it's more obvious that Chelsea is Saira's reincarnation. Siara would not leave me without a mate. She's such a lovely being. I let the way through the stairs. She strolled behind me.
I showed her some potraits of my past life. I showed her some currencies used in the past years that even researchers these days do no have knowledge of. We arrived at my master bedroom. She admired everything with wide eyes of interest. I pushed another potrait of mube hanging on the wall. This one was big and long, about her height though. A passage way opened. I bent my back and went in. She didn't bother to bend. It was my secret room. The room in which I cupped up all memoryi have about Saira.
I pulled down the fuse to switch on the lights. The room was lit with red light.
"Wow ..." I heard her exclaim whole heartedly.
" What do you think about it?" I asked.
" It looks so..." She touched the wall. "Unreal" she said.
"Does it?" I smirked and pulled out a scroll and unwrapped it. Behold, Saira's potrait swathed in small linen only covering her nipples and buttocks.
She looked at it, then eyed me.
"Why are you showing me this?" She nearly yelled. Alright, she's beginning to get jealous.
"Calm down, my love. This is Saira" I pointed.
"So?" She quickly cut in.
"She was also a witch, like you are."I heard her hesitate to say something.
"Look, she has a ring on her. It was passed on from her mother. To control these powers, Chels, you need to have this ring within your possession." I told her.
She sniffled. I pulled her to a hug. My baby is jealous already.
"C'mon Chels. Saira is gone. I can't love another mate while you're here. I only love you, Chels." I kissed her forehead. She was warm and moist.

AUTHOR'S POV

She placed her hand on his chest and rubbed gently, down to his pelvic.
He let out a loud groan. Who was going to hear them in this private villa anyways?
She tipped on her toes and reache xfir his lips with hers. She took his lips with great urge and intense lust. She so much loves this guy that she was ready to bear his own children, regardless of what he is.
" I love you Ric" she whispered.
He took her lips again. This time, he wound his hands around her butts and pressed them hard. She moaned.
He lifted her to the old crooked table and worked her legs open.
These legs parted in a wide split.
He began to caress her tighs close to her knee at first, then he moved to her hips. She was merely touching his chest.
He touched her warm honey pot. She was already loaded with warm juice. He unlocked his lips from hers.
She flung her eyes open, almost questioning his reason for a pause.
"You're already wet baby." His voice was erotic. Especially the way he called her 'baby'
She blushed. This time, she felt more juice down her pussy. She grabbed hi s hand and tucked it in her pussy, aching badly for touch.
Without hesitation, Alaric rubbed her softly, nibbling at first, before rubbing hard. She twerked and danced on the table in pleasure. Oh, this was so good. He slid in two fingers and watched her draw back. He took her lips in his and pulled out his fingers. She wanted to reciprocate this Favour. She wanted to show him how much she loved him and how well she could please his sex, but she was not bold enough.
He pushed her to lean her back in the table. She laid flat.
He pulled her close to his hips and quickly undid his belt. He was so much in a rush. He didn't even bother to put on a condom.
He was rock hard down there.
Her eyes shone with embarrassment as soon as she saw it.
He slid into her with great force. She felt her body opening up to him in great pleasure.
As soon as he was in, he lifted her back and drew her close to him, and began to fuck hard.
In and out, mostly in, though. He was never fully out of her sex.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and stretched herself open for more. She just wanted more. More of him, his sex, his pleasures and everything.
Chelsea's POV
I was amazed by the occurrence of today. It was like no other.
How on earth did I become a witch?
How am I gonna find some godammn ring?
Where would I even find it?
I would not tell a lie, that ring look freaking familiar, like I've seen it somewhere close by.