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Re: What the Witch Unleashed (VashtiDreamer x JaySwitch)
« Reply #17 on: May 02, 2018, 02:21:39 PM »
It was amazing how much you could find out about a person just by how they enjoyed making love. Stewart and Vivian hadn’t been able to have a very in-depth conversation yet, but their minds had touched already in the heat of battle and then in the bed. Stewart had been tied up and helpless to her, a moment when he expected her kind to kill him with glee, but she hadn’t. She had done everything she could to keep him alive and make him feel good. She was anything but evil, that was clear. She was so different then anyone he had ever met, he knew he had to stay with her. he had to learn more about her and her world. Plus… he wanted to stay in her world where pleasure was so intense that nothing else outside of his place mattered a damn!
As a Paladin in training and a witch, they should have been mortal enemies, but their mutual openness about the possibilities in the world let them find a spark that transcended years of historic norms. After he had asked if she needed protection and she nodded while saying, “I need your protection, Stewart.” He felt the powerful connection to her lock into place. He was now her knight protector, even if she didn’t fully know what that meant. In simple terms it meant that Stewart would fight to protect her, to protect her happiness, and to protect her life until his was lost. Yes he was to some extent her servant now, but a servant that had the duty to tell her no if doing her bidding or saying yes would harm her.
After telling her that he would be her protector, they had kissed with such passion and needy for each other that they both felt that arousal coming back. He breathed heavy as she kissed around to his ear. He held her close with his hands sliding down to squeeze her ass firmly and then move back up to the small of her back to hold her close. She whispered in his ear, “mine, You are mine Stewart, and I am going to brand you with a mark that will scar, so that you will never forget who you belong to.” She was correct, as her protector, he did belong to her, but her words did make him a little uneasy, he had never belonged to anyone. Then she surprised him by biting the soft, sensitive, vulnerable spot behind his ear.
He had never known it was such a sensitive and vulnerable spot on his body until she bit him there. The moment her teeth clamped down onto that area of him his whole body went tingly. His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide in shot and pain as she could feel his body tense against her and his arms squeeze her body closer on instinct. His surprised loss of breath came out as a cross between a grunt and a moan, “Ggguuuuuhhh…” It was as if she had paralyzed his whole body, taking complete control of him with just her teeth. As her teeth sunk in deeper and penetrated his smooth skin the pressure on those nerves so close to him brain made his whole body go close to numb. No, it wasn’t numb, he could feel her lovely body against his, he could feel her teeth sinking into his flesh, yet he couldn’t move. He felt weak and helpless to her. he could feel his warmth in the form of his blood spirt out into her mouth and for a second or two he began to think that she could kill him with there. He didn’t fight her though, in fact, she could feel his manhood swell and twitch just a little against her in arousal as she took him.
He wasn’t able to stay standing long as he started to sink to the ground against her. She wasn’t able to hold his large, heavy body up so she sunk gently to the floor with him. They fell to their knees, where she was able to keep him up as she finished her bit. “ooohhhh….” he moaned as she began to release him. After a few licks he began gaining his senses back. “Ooohhh… what…wow… you sure know how to pin a man.” He was a little groggy now, but smiled to her all the same as he stood up again with her.
Vivian noticed his grogginess and asked if he’d like to eat. She told him he could eat some meat, but that she didn’t eat such. He responded, “Why don’t you eat meat?” having only rarely heard of such a thing. She explained the balance of the world as Stewart took a seat at the table. He contemplated what she said and took it to heart. However, he didn’t know that he agreed about how her world worked. Plus, he knew his large, muscular body needed an amount of protein daily that vegetables couldn’t provide. Still, some milk, eggs, and cheese would do nicely for at least one day. “Thank you for telling me and thank you for providing some food for me. You are a very nice lady to offer what you can’t have yourself. You are not the kind of witch I have been told about. I’m a very lucky man to know you.” He watched her as she prepared their meal, contemplating her. He continued, “I’d be honored to have what you are having and some of those eggs and cheese please. I’m sooo hungry I could eat everything I think.” He laughed, but was definitely looked tired and pale.
When she brought the Mead out his eyes lit up some. “Oh, yes please!” he agreed to her offer with a large smile. “I enjoy both wine and mead. Thank you very much. I have a bee hive near my portion of… I mean my home and I harvest their honey for many things, one of them being my own brand of mead. I’d like to share it with you some time.”
Stewart didn’t say grace. As a Paladin the connection with the spirit world was strong enough that grace was nice to show, but a little redundant, but he did say, “Wow… that looks great! Thank you so much for this food, I don’t know how else to thank you, but have you over to my place sometime for food, well food you can eat at least.” He finished with a smile. It was also very strange for him to eat naked, but his whole world had turned upside down today, so he chalked it up to just a new experience. As they ate Stewart took her up on her offer to ask her questions. “So is being a witch something you decide to be, or is it something you are born into?” He took his time asking her the questions and letting her explain how she really felt about what he was asking. “Do you like being a witch?” “How does it work? I mean you have told me about the balance, and about the spells using energy that comes from living things, but where do the spells come from? Is there a limit?” Then after she answered those he asked, “Where are you from? Do you have family?” finally, as they were finishing the meal he asked, “Why did you save my life? I mean, if you were as scared of me as I was of you…, I… why risk your death for my life?”
He smiled while watching her work her magic to protect them in her house. It was amazing to watch a witch work her magic. When she was done he stood up and let out a big yawn and stretch. “ooohhh… man… I think I could sleep for a week!” He smiled to her as she came close and took a deep breath in reaction to her lovely hand sliding down his stomach so that she could feel the ripple of his abs. She surprised him by saying, “You are incredibly handsome. Are you aware of that fact?” to which he smiled with a light chuckle. “Well thank you Vivian, I have heard such a few times, but when it comes from you, it means so much more. You are a gorgeous woman and I can’t get over how amazing you are…”
He opened his arms and embraced her as she came close. Then she said, “I want you again. I am dripping with need for you.” She teased him with the truth as her mouth found his neck and she kissed the scar she had left upon his skin. His heart skipped a beat and he moaned to feel her lips on his neck once more. “Oh Vivian… I want you again too, but I don’t think I will be very good if I’m falling asleep on you.” He shared a laugh with her as she agreed and continued, “But, I know men are not able to cum multiple times in one day without it draining them.” She chuckled. He blushed a little in agreement. “Lucky or unluckily for you, you have agreed to help a witch who will be able to orgasm as many times as you can make her cum. I will always hunger for more of you and no matter how thorough our joining is, I will still want more of you.” As she nipped his neck. He mischievously responded by sliding his right hand down her side and thigh until he found the bottom of her dress to which he brought his hand up under along her inner thigh and found her naked pussy with his warm, strong fingers. He held her close against his naked body as his fingers gently slide along her moist lips below. “mmmm… I’ll have to test your claims m’lady. I don’t think I believe you.” Wish a teasing smile he pulled his hand back so he didn’t take her too far.
After they shared another laugh and she held back her urges to pin him down and take him right there they got down to more serious thoughts. She started with, “But, that will need to wait. Go and bathe if you wish to. Or explore my keep.” And then she took on a serious look before continuing, “Do not touch things in the basement. It is where I do my spell work, you may look, but do not touch. I will be very upset with you, if you harm yourself by tampering with the items down there.” Stewart nodded with understanding. His curiosity wanted to know what was down there, but he wouldn’t do something she had warned him not to.
He took a deep breath and responded, “Thank you, I need a bath in the worst way, and some rest. I’d like to bath and then sleep if that is ok with you?” It wasn’t long before he had washed in her tub and cleaned the tub for her before he got back into bed. It wasn’t long at all before he was fast asleep with the sheets only coming up to his waist.
Stewart was normally a light sleeper, but he had been so tired that he had quickly fallen into a deep rem sleep. Still, as she got into bed under the covers with him and pressed her naked body against his, he stirred and half woke up. She had hints from touching him when they were not in the middle of making love, but now that she was fully pressed against him in bed she could feel just how warm he was. His energy level was higher than the average human and along with his Paladin training, his body was like a furnace. He gave a groggy moan and then slowly opened his eyes half way. The sight, smell, and feel of her beautiful body pressed against his own was a dream come true for him. He slowly pulled his arm out on the side that she was laying against and wrapped it around her waist and side. He kissed her on the lips softly and enjoyed how she settled in against him. It felt like she had always been meant to fit against him that way, like he had unknowingly always missed her against him.
He looked down, studying her body against his and enjoying how sexy she was. His manhood gave a stir and the feel of his warm, wet pussy against his hip and her smooth, beautiful thigh against his balls and inside his thigh was very erotic. The feel of her lovely breasts against his chest and her warm face laying on his chest. “mmmm… thank you Vivian. I’m yours… just please don’t turn me into a chicken.” He laughed with her before closing his eyes again. He was getting a little aroused, but she could tell he needed more sleep before they started love making again. He was soon back to sleep, his warm body easily keeping her warm beneath the sheets and his heart beating strongly in her ear as she laid against his chest. He didn't know what he'd wake up to, but he knew he would love it as long as she was there with him.
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Re: What the Witch Unleashed (VashtiDreamer x JaySwitch)
« Reply #18 on: May 03, 2018, 06:54:12 PM »
As Stewart mentioned his home Vivian smiled. “I’d enjoy tasting your mead and anything else you wish to share with me.” She said, her eyes sliding over Stewart’s body in such a way that would have left little doubt as to what she was thinking about tasting. His talk of his home and nude state made her realize that he would need more clothing. “It would probably be wise for us to return to your home, so that you can gather the things you need.” Her hand gestured to him. “Unless you wish to remain in this state. I do find it appealing, so I will not mind if you choose to remain as such.” She finished eating. “Tomorrow we will see to your clothing and items and setting some traps for the deer or boars in the woods. I think one of them would provide you with enough meat to last a few weeks.” She glanced past Stewart, towards the far wall as she contemplated things. “I did repair the smokehouse, it may need a cleaning before it can be used, but it is in working order aside from the mice who may be using it.” Her silver eyes returned to Stewart. “I do not have much use for it, but it seemed a waste to fix the dairy and brewery, but not see to the last room that was still standing after so many years of disuse.”
She laughed when he thanked her for the food. Her hand found his and ran her fingers over the back of his hand. “You do not need to thank me Stewart.” She paused as he spoke of returning to his place again. “Have I taken you from someone? Family…an intended?” She asked, wondering if she would need to bid Stewart farewell at some point.
Her head shook negatively as he asked her if she decided to be a witch and she took a breath as she weighed her answer. She pushed her dishes aside so she could rest her elbows upon the tables, cupping her chin with one hand while her other hand drew symbols upon the table in an idle manner. “I did not choose to be a witch. I was born with purple hair and blind eyes. They are the hallmarks of witch.” She paused. “Hair in the unholiest of colors with eyes that are meant for the grave.” She muttered, frowning and then leaning back to cross her arms over her chest. “That is what the priest told my parents when they brought me before him, hoping he would know of some way to cure me of my affliction. He told my parents to drown me, something they should have done when I was born.” She sighed and picked at a lock of her hair. “I have met witches who had hair the color of flames but their eyes were silver…other witches have hair the color of the deepest oceans, but most of us have purple hair, it may be lighter or darker than my own coloring.” She tossed the lock over her shoulder. “Our eyes are always silver. Despite the stories and myths about us, we can not hide our eyes, they always reveal our true nature even if our hair is something as human as the auburn shade you sprout.”
Her eyes slowly moved over the features of Stewart's face, admiring his looks before she answered his next question. “I do not know how it works. I am able to do things a human can not do. I can feel the energy of a thing and weave it into something new, but it means borrowing energy from other things to make it possible. Sometimes I use rocks, sometimes I use plants.” She paused. “I can use your energy, but I can also use the energy from the chickens I keep. There is a light and a darkness to things. I choose not to do things that lean towards the dark side of the balance that keeps our world functioning. Other witches may choose to work with darker energies.” She paused, her eyes moving over Stewart as she let herself see the swirls of energy that were his and his alone. With a blink she shifted her vision, and her eyes returned to their normal bright silver color as she stopped focusing upon seeing energy. “The spells are things that I have gathered over the years, a few of them are my own creation, but the more powerful spells are written down, it’s simply a matter of finding a witch who is willing to let you make a copy of the tomes she has. When our powers are similar we are more apt to be friendly to each other.” Vivian smiled. “It’s when we don’t compliment each other that problems arise.”
Her hand found Stewart’s. “Do not trust another witch unless I have said you can. The stories they tell children about my kind are true of some of my kind. We are demons who will eat a human’s soul if given the chance.” She squeezed his hand, concern making her do so. “I will not do that to you, but I am different from most witches and those who are like me are usually killed by others of our kind, they view us as weak and too emotional.” Her hand slid back to her side of the table. “The energy we hold limits what a witch is capable of doing.” Her head inclined as she ducked her head. “I am not a powerful witch. It is why I have to borrow from the plants and minerals I use. Without their energy I would not be able to do a great deal of the spells I do preform.” Her silver eyes moved over Stewart and again she wondered why this man held so much energy. He was a mystery…. a human who was like a torch, burning brightly with untapped energy that he was already recovering as he ate.
Stewart asked her where she was from and if she had family. Vivian shook her head. “This keep was my families, but with my birth, my parents were forced to abandon it. They left soon after I was born and traveled a lot.” She paused, her eyes lowering to her lap. “I was ten or so. I do not rightly know how old I am." She shook her head and returned to answering his question about her past. "I wanted to play outside and my mother would not let me. I did not understand how my hair would upset the other children. She was tending the goats when I snuck off. The other children screamed when they saw me. It brought adults, who held me down and tried to kill me. I used the trees to beat them back, but it was too late. My parents were outsiders, it did not take much for the villagers to put together whose child I was.” Vivian stood and moved to clean the dishes, not wishing to say how she’d arrived back at the small cottage after hiding in the woods until night, afraid of having more people see her. She didn't want to talk about finding the remains of her parents and how their blood had turned the wooden floor darker than a moonless night. “I have been alone since then. There have been a few humans who did not hate me upon sight and a few I tricked so that I could survive, but I am alone.”
She returned with the dishes and set them to dry. “Your friends… they gave up their lives so easily. If not for you. I would have let them die. You refused to give up. Despite the injuries you had, you kept fighting.” She slid her hand up his arm. “I do not know why I did it. I didn’t think about it too much. I couldn’t stand there and watch you die. I knew it would upset you, if you survived while your friends died, so they got wrapped up into it. I saved them to please you.” She ran her fingers up his neck and cupped his cheek, gently tilting his head back as she stepped closer to him. Her body pressed against his side and thigh. “I couldn’t watch you die even if it cost me everything I had.” Her silver eyes searched his face. "Maybe there was another reason for my actions, something driving me down a path I am not yet aware of." Her fingers tilted his head back further, as she slid onto his lap. "The way you respond to me, the fact that you like what I can offer you." She scraped her nail over the scar she'd left below his ear. "It is rare that men have enjoyed what I offer as a lover. I am grateful you are not afraid of it and enjoy it." Vivian leaned forward and dragged Stewart's head down so she could kiss him, leaning into the kiss and giving him everything she had to offer before she pulled back. "I'm sorry I don't have a more noble answer to explain why I saved you. I am not a noble creature. I am selfish and used to taking the things that I want." She grinned. "I wanted you, with your strength and courage. So, I pulled you back from death's greedy hands and then I took advantage of you once I had you alone." Her shoulders shrugged
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Stewart’s presence woke Vivian up earlier than she would normally rise. His warmth, in her usually cold bed sent a reminder to her brain that she wasn’t alone. As she woke up, her hand moved over his chest, his earlier words drifted through her sleep-addled mind and she contemplated playing a trick on him by going and fetching an egg and putting it next to him in the bed, to try and convince him she had turned him into a chicken at some point. The feel of his skin against hers distracted her from her from completing her childish joke.
Wanting to taste him, she shifted and her lips moved over his chest, making a path from one of his nipples to the next. She paused to suck that soft skin into her mouth, working it with her tongue until she felt the nipple harden in her mouth. She kissed her way back to the opposite side of his chest and teased and sucked his nipple until she could pinch the tiny nub between her teeth and tug on it. Her mouth moved over the skin surrounding his pink nipples, teasing him with the wet, heat of her mouth and tongue as her fingers played with the light dusting of hair that graced his skin.
As Stewart stirred, fully waking up, Vivian grabbed one of his wrists and pinned it to the bed next to his hip, giving him free reign to touch her with his other wrist while she continued to tease and lick his broad chest, her actions neither rushed or hurried. She’d shifted more, straddling his hip. She ground herself against his hip, coating his skin in her ever-increasing wetness while she nipped and licked her way from his chest to his neck. Her leg slid over his other hip, so that she was sitting upon his firm stomach. She kissed Stewart, her lips and tongue engaging his in a slow dance that gave him a taste of the fire that was starting to burn inside of her for him. As the seconds slipped by, Vivian’s hips rocked, grinding her slightly-parted slit against his bare stomach and the fine dusting of hair there. She gasped, the prickle of his hair adding to her pleasure. After nipping his bottom lip and sucking on it, Vivian broke their kiss. “Stay.” She told him, her tone making it clear that she expected him to obey her.
Without a glance towards the bed Vivian made her way to chest tucked next to her dresser. She bent over, giving Stewart a full, unobstructed view of her ass and the glistening folds of her pussy. She wiggled her hips slightly, clearly excited about what she was about to do. She dragged two pairs of leather cuffs, leather ties, and a riding crop from the chest. With the items clutched to her bare breasts she came back to the bed and stopped in front of the chest at the foot of the bed.
“Come here.” Vivian bade, pointing to the chest with the crop. “I want you to kneel on the chest, facing the headboard and put your hands on the small of your back." Vivian instructed, setting the cuffs on the edge of the chest, leaving more than enough room for Stewart to kneel.
She flicked the crop, letting it slap against her thigh and leaving behind a bright red mark on her fair skin before she tucked the crop under her arm and began to weave the long lengths of leather around the posts at the foot of the bed. She tied one to each post and left them to dangle, a small metal hook swayed from the ends of each leather cord.
With the ties in place, Vivian moved back to the chest, waiting for Stewart to finish getting into place. She swished the crop back and forth near her thigh, the flat leather end occasionally striking her skin, punctuating the silence of the room with its light slapping sound.