"You're magical and this was the best terrible idea. It's a drug of choice," he purred, thinking faintly of Glinda before Airy's scents invaded his nose with an unavoidable insistence.

Eager hands quickly helped her open and pull his pants aside, but he left no room to take them off as he scooped Airy up and walked to press her against the nearest wall as his hips aligned his cock with her slit and pushed in with a rough noise, hips starting a needy thrusting pace as he worked one arm under her leg to plant a palm against the wall.

"You feel good, you feel perfect, flower and I can't wait to show you what I can do." With a growl feeling like it was stuck in his voice, Matt kissed her deeply, tongue twisting in with hers to give her a lingering taste of her own blood. He was intoxicated, high on her and his eager pace echoed that.