Amethyst Rapture. Fey Suarez

and decided he couldn’t wait any longer. He’d resisted taking her while she slept and his body was begging to feel release.

      “Come with me,” Carlos demanded, grabbing her arm.

      “What have I done now?” Sheila asked.

      “Have you already forgotten about last night? I caught you with Jaime. You haven’t been punished.”

      Sheila usually got hot with those words, but this time she was scared. “What do you mean?”

      Carlos threw her over his shoulder and walked directly to his quarters. “I’ll punish you until you scream.” He threw her on his bed.

      “Carlos. No,” Sheila begged.

      “You’re not in the mood?” he asked, surprised.

      “For what?”

      “Me.” Carlos unbuckled his pants, and began to massage his hand up and down his staff. He watched Sheila intently as he circled the tip with his thumb. “You’re always hot for a romp.”

      Sheila’s eyes grew as wide as saucers and she turned away. “Not now, I don’t feel well.”

      Carlos saw fear in her eyes before she turned away and was convinced the enchantment had worked. He pulled the amethyst from his pocket. “Hold this,” he told Sheila.

      She gingerly picked up the amethyst with her thumb and forefinger then immediately gripped the gem in her closed fist. Her eyes changed from brown to a heated dark purple. “I change my mind. I want to fuck,” she said, openmouthed, and moved to straddle her lover next to the bed. His manhood bobbed in front of her face. She grabbed his engorged penis and began working it with her hand. His slick precum shone wet on his erection as Sheila’s thumb circled the head, causing the member to increase in size.

      Knowing that the spell worked excited Carlos almost more than Sheila’s mouth roughly claiming his penis. He watched her head move on his erection while she expertly slid her mouth and tongue along his shaft.

      * * *

      Sheila savored the salty liquid seeping from the tip of Carlos’s dick as he gripped her hair and rammed deep into her throat. Sheila sensed he was about to come and she pushed away.

      She looked at Carlos through half-closed eyes and slowly began to massage around her pussy. She cocked an eyebrow and then pulled him between her legs. Carlos gazed into her purple eyes as he entered her.

      Sheila groaned, squeezing her legs tighter. “Fuck me. Harder. Faster. I need more.”

      Carlos grunted as he pumped into her. He bit her shoulder hard, bruising her and almost drawing blood.

      “That’s my mark. You’re mine,” Carlos managed to say, thrusting again and again. Her nails bit into his back as Sheila arched and cried out. Carlos immediately followed, spurting cum rhythmically into her.

      Carlos fell on top of Sheila, panting and sated. “You satisfy me every time.”

      Sheila held the amethyst tightly and refused to unwrap her legs from around Carlos. “Are you ready to go again?”

      “Don’t tell me you’re still hot?” Carlos smiled smugly.

      “I’m always ready for a good fuck,” she reminded him, grabbing his ass.

      Carlos knew the amethyst turned her into the whore she was, but would she turn off when he took it from her? “I need the amethyst.”

      Sheila eyed the gem as if just noticing it clutched in her hand. It glowed like purple fire until Carlos took it from her.

      The transformation was instantaneous. Sheila wiggled from beneath the man who had just satisfied her and covered herself with the sheet. “I should dress,” she said quietly.

      “That’s funny, I’ve always had trouble keeping you dressed in my presence.” Carlos chuckled to himself. The old witch had turned his woman into a nun.

      Carlos pulled up and buttoned his trousers. “I’ll see you above deck.” He kissed the amethyst and put it in his pocket.

      Chapter Three

      From behind stone walls Spanish soldiers watched the pirate ship come closer.

      “They don’t suspect,” Captain Rodriguez said, smiling. “We’ll wait until they pass, then open fire. Get the cannons ready.” Their plan had worked.

      For years Venganza had eluded the Spanish navy. The pirate vessel’s captain was called Carlos the Avenger. He had sunk at least seventeen merchant ships and three from the Spanish navy, causing countless deaths. Tonight Carlos would burn in hell. Captain Rodriguez watched, all muscles tense. He had to wait for the right moment. Nothing could be done if Venganza got back into the open ocean. He had no means to lay chase.

      Captain Rodriguez waited until Venganza was just beyond the bottleneck of the mouth of the bay. “Fire!” he shouted.

      Luck was with the Spanish captain. The first shot was a direct hit. He could see pirates swarming in confusion on the deck of Venganza, abandoning ship as fast as they could. “Al ataque!” Captain Rodriguez called to his men hiding in camouflaged longboats. “Attack!”

      With swords and pistols ready the Spaniards attacked the disoriented pirates and slaughtered them all. No pirate escaped.