Fiends and Familiars - Debra Dunbar Page 0,19
Looking around to make sure I wasn’t being observed—because even demons don’t like having the police called on them—I probed the wards.
Even the best of witches make mistakes, and I was looking for a weak spot, or better yet, a hole that would allow me entry. I could forcibly break my way through, but it would hurt and leave me vulnerable to attack by a rudely awakened, very pissed off witch. The idea of the attack bothered me less than the thought of her being angry. I shook my head, annoyed that I was under this woman’s spell just as much as poor Yeth was.
The area along the front of the house was solid, as I’d expected it would be. The wards did seem to get a bit weaker as I went around the side of the house, but not so weak that I wanted to attempt entry. The best point to try was probably going to be where the garage joined the house, but I figured it would be best to check along the back, just in case.
I’d been inside the house—in a dream projection, but still I felt the representation I’d seen was fairly accurate to reality. That meant I knew the layout enough that I paused under the witch’s bedroom window.
She’d be in there, asleep, that utilitarian bra that I was beginning to find very sexy draped across the end of the bed or on the dresser. I envisioned her naked, stirring in her sleep as she sensed my presence, reaching down between her legs to touch herself, moaning just a little at the thought of me.
Damn it. An erection was not comfortable in these pants. Besides, I needed to concentrate on getting inside and getting Faust, not a lithe, auburn-haired beauty, her gaze losing focus as an orgasm rolled through her.
I shook my head, cursing under my breath. Then I reached out and checked the ward right under her window.
An electric shock stung my fingers and I felt myself falling as my spirit surged forward. Suddenly I was in the front yard once more, looking up at the witch’s house that had inexplicably become six stories high.
What…? A dream. She’d sucked me into a dream clear through the wards. I eyed the window above me and wondered how I’d managed to completely lose control of the situation. I knew how. Thinking about sex did that.
Just then the witch leaned out the window. Glossy hair, pale face, naked shoulders, naked breasts. I stared transfixed.
“You came back!”
She sounded happy to see me. I tried to pull my attention from her breasts, only partially succeeding.
“Let me in,” I urged. “I can’t get past your wards.” Two could play this game. If she was going to enchant me with her magic, then I’d use that to gain entrance to her house. Then I’d grab Faust—right after we had sex, that is.
Her hair unrolled nearly forty feet down the side of the building and onto the ground. I stared at, then looked back up at her breasts, then back down at the hair.
“Climb up,” she called out.
I frowned, not understanding how her scalp could possibly hold my weight. Was this some sort of fairy tale reference? I think it might be.
“Won’t that hurt?” And did she intend on dismissing the wards on her walls? Because if she didn’t, then both of us would wind up in pain.
She sighed and started gathering her hair up. “I guess you’re right.”
Once her hair was back to its normal length, and my gaze was once more fixed on her breasts, the house morphed into a wagon filled with hay. The witch sat in the middle, fully clothed. Before I could protest her lack of nakedness, she jumped off the wagon, grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me.
It’s not my fault one thing led to another and soon we were both naked, sweaty and going at it like rabbits on some very soft grass. I lay there with her on top of me, caressing down the smooth skin of her back to that delectable round ass. My heart still pounded, my mind still swirled, and I’d never felt so alive. Staring up at the strangely indigo sky of her dream, I realized that I just couldn’t resist this witch. If I wanted to get Faust I’d have to try to get into her house during the day, when she wasn’t there, otherwise I was positive we’d end up in bed, just like we had