Witches’ Brew. Low fog drapes itself across the ancient willow trees. Slapping a bug off his neck, the adventurer slowly approaches the derelict cottage. Hidden away in the swamp, a thin pillar of smoke from the chimney mixes with the mist. Weeks of treacherous travel had led him to this spot. Now at his destination, a cocktail of nervousness and excitement stirs in his belly.
A chubby black cat watches him through the window. Rasing his gloved fist, he knocks three times.
“If you’re here to burn me at the stake again, it won’t work! I keep telling you! Stop ruining my damn shoes and piss off! I’ll hex ya!”
Taken aback, the adventurer clears his throat. “I’m, uh, not here for that.” A long silence. Latches and bolts click on the other side of the door before it cracks open. Pretty black eyes stare out at him through the doorway. The witch sizes him up. “You look like one of those perverts who likes to weigh me with a duck.”
The man gives her an awkward smile. “I’m… not here for that, either…” She lets him stew in his own anxiety. The witch is prettier than he expected. Snapping himself out of her piercing gaze, the adventurer explains himself. “I need a potion.”
She snorts derisively. “You can’t afford one of my potions.” He lifts his cloak slightly. “Actually…” The witch’s eyes widen as he produces a red and gold feather. “…I have these.” She snatches it from his hand. “Griffin feathers? How? Did you kill it?” The man exhales, grateful that the witch is interested in his barter. “No, I tamed it.”
“…you tamed it?” Holding the elegant feather in her palm, she examines it, then him. “You’re braver than you look.” The adventurer pulls a dozen more feathers from his cloak. Offering her the bouquet, his heart skips when she smiles and takes them from him. “Come in, I’ll make you your potion.”
His damp cloak hangs by the fire. The feathers rest on a small table by her bed. The adventurer sits on a worn chair. Her black cat nuzzles relentlessly against his unshaven face. Leaning over her alembic, the witch adds strange herbs and colourful powders to the boiling liquid. “Sorry about him.” She gestures to the cat trying to crawl inside his tunic. “He’s very needy.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He mumbles through the enormous black fluff. “Mine’s the same way.” The man tries to keep the conversation going. “What are the feathers for, anyways?” She barely looks up from her work. “I use them in crafts and such. I’ll make a dreamcatcher, I think.” The adventurer blinks. “Crafts? That’s it?” The witch rolls her eyes. “God forbid a girl have hobbies.”
She stands and strides over to the man. His stomach flutters when she touches his hair. Plucking a single strand from his head, she returns to the concoction. The translucent liquid turns bright pink when she drops it in.
“Your love potion will be done in a few minutes.” He nods solemnly. “Wait… how did you know I wanted a love potion…?” The girl lets out a loud, barking laugh. “Men always want a love potion, you’re all the same.” Clicking his tongue, he shoots back. “I guess men know what’s really valuable in life.” She shuts up, unable to find a retort.
The potion is carefully poured into a glass bottle. Wiping the outside, the witch hands it to the adventurer. “Here you go, enjoy your creepy whatever.” The man sloshes the liquid around a bit. “Thanks…”
She turns to her feathers, brushing them smooth while the man ponders the magical item. “…How do I know it works?” The witch lets out an annoyed grunt. “I know what I’m doing. Besides, I always keep up my side of a bargain.” He slowly steps towards her turned back.
Snatching her by the waist, he drags the witch in close. “Get off me!” She screams, her light body twists as she tries to pull away. The feather floats to the floor. Gripping her face, the man squeezes her cheeks and pushes her mouth open. “Duck-weighing pervert! Let me go! LET ME GO!” Her fighting is useless against the stronger man.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, raising the bottle to her lips. “Stop!” The man’s heart beats faster than hers. “I’m so sorry about this.” The pink mixture pours into her throat. She struggles and fights but almost all the drink finds its way inside her. A few small trickles run down her chin. The fight ends, and the bottle clatters to the floor.
“You fucking dick.” The witch gasps, still wrapped in his arms. “You have no idea what you’ve done.” She stares into his soul. He can see the swamp’s mist cloud her black eyes. “You are in so much fucking trouble.” The naïve adventurer takes a step back. The witch leans in and kisses him.
Grabbing him by the cock, she pushes him towards the bed. They strip like animals caught in brambles. Mounting him, the witch takes his hands and presses them into her naked body. “Is this what you wanted?” She squeezes his hard cock and strokes him against her pussy as he grips her tits. “…yes…”
A wicked smile. “Careful what you wish for.” The witch’s nails sink into him as she drops her hips onto his dick. The man groans as her pussy takes him all the way in one smooth stroke. She drags her fingers across his chest and stomach, down to her clit. The witch starts to rub and grind and bounce in his lap.
“Oof… You’re so tight…” The adventurer groans. “Yeah?” She leans in close, letting her tits press into his face. “…do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?” The witch whispers into his ear, humping faster. He can’t reply, sucking and nibbling at her nipples. Her wet pussy devours his cock. “…do you have any idea how long I’ve been alone out here…?”
He tries to hold her hips to slow her down. She doesn’t break pace. Rubbing frantically at her clit, the witch’s body shudders as she orgasms. Refusing to ease up for even a second, her tight pussy drops onto his cock over and over again. The girl keeps rubbing, chasing her second orgasm. “I’m going to cum if you keep…” - “Don’t you fucking dare.”
The adventurer tries to hold on. “You keep going until I’ve cum again, then you finish down my throat. Understand?” He lets out a soft whine. She bounces faster. “Understand me? Don’t finish in my cunt. I’m going to drink your cum.” The man nods, lost in the sensation of her fucking. Returning her fingers to her clit, the witch makes herself cum again.
Hopping off his cock, she drops to her knees. Fitting him inside her mouth, the girl’s cheeks concave and she starts to bob her head with the same vicious pace. His toes curl. The black cat cleans its paws as she deepthroats the adventurer. He grips the sheets and starts to tremble. A loud outburst makes the cat look up for half a second before returning to licking.
He stares into her black eyes. Her lips stay firm on the base of his cock as his ragged breathing becomes hoarse. The witch swallows. He groans. She swallows again. They never break eye contact. Slowly rubbing and holding onto his balls, the witch swallows a third time.
She pops her lips off his cock with a giddy grin. The man pants slowly, completely depleted. Nuzzling her face against his wet cock, she starts to giggle. “You know, putting in your hair makes it a love potion…” His head swims around in spirals. “…mixing it with your cum makes it something… closer to lust…”
The adventurer is at a loss for words. The witch clamps down on him again. He lets out a desperate gasp. “Stop… I just came.” She ignores him, sucking firmly on his half-hard cock. Her tongue strokes along his shaft, coaxing the man hard again. Losing the fight, he groans again and lays back as she deepthroats his freshly sucked dick.
She always keeps the same pace, roughly fucking her throat with the helpless man’s cock. He squirms and shudders. It takes him even longer the second time, a painful and maddening blowjob to completion. When he finishes, she swallows three times again.
Half asleep, the man lies defeated in her bed. Through hazy eyes he watches her putter around the cottage. Petting the cat, organizing her crafts, brewing another potion. He falls asleep for a moment. When the adventurer wakes, she sits on top of him. His soft cock is pressed against her warm pussy.
In the confusion, his mouth opens. She pours a potion down his throat. “I told you, you’re in trouble.” He coughs and sputters. The witch kisses his cheek and nuzzles her crotch against his dick. “…what was that…?” The man murmurs, wiping his lips. She stares down at him with those pitch black eyes.
“Darling, I love you… I need you…” They feel him twitch, rapidly growing into a thick erection. “Oh no…” He tries to sit up. The witch sits on his cock. Her wet, warm grip makes him relax back into the pillows. “This is all your fault.” She whispers as she starts to fuck him again. “I know… I’m sorry…” His aching dick pounds into her pussy. “Would you do anything different?” He kisses her between shallow breaths. “I wouldn’t.”
The adventurer doesn’t sleep much that night. The witch climbs onto him a half dozen times. No matter how hard he cums, his thick cock doesn’t subside. As dawn breaks, they manage a few hours of rest. They awaken to dappled sunlight through the willow trees. She presses her face into his neck while she sleeps.
A soft yawn, and the witch stretches her body. The adventurer covers his eyes and tries to sleep. He feels her hand lightly touch his still-hard dick. “I’m wrecked…” He says quietly. “I know, my love.” She kisses his forehead. “How long does this last?” The witch’s thumb rubs the swollen tip. “Should have worn off already.” He peeks through his fingers. “Hey, don’t look at me. You didn’t drink the love potion.”
“Maybe you just think I’m pretty.” The adventurer chuckles. “You got me there.” They kiss, laying in the sunlight. Small pecks lead to deep tongue. She runs her hands through his hair. “I think I’ve cum enough times for now.” He lets out an exhausted exhale. “Thank god.” Her fingers play with his morning wood.
The witch gives him a coy smile and rolls onto her side. Wiggling her butt into his crotch, he feels her hand start to guide him. The man’s breathing quickens as the head of his cock presses against her ass. “I thought you said you were done.” She tries to relax, tries to push him in. “Done cumming, not done fucking.” His head starts to stretch her out. “Besides, we still need to take care of you… I keep my side of a bargain…”
Holding her in his arms, he tries to work his cock into her tight ass. The witch winces and fidgets. “It’s too tight.” The man protests. She spits on her fingers, rubs it against his cock, and tries again. “It’s okay.” The girl gasps. “It’s okay. Make it fit.” The adventurer rolls on top of her. Pinning the girl under his weight, he holds her wrists to keep her from wiggling away. “Is that too much?”
“Yes.” The witch whines. “Make it fit. It’s okay. I love you. Please make it fit.” A gentle kiss behind her ear and he forces himself inside. “Oh fuck…” The girl sinks her teeth into the pillow. Involuntary struggle is met by his firm control. Holding onto her shoulder, the adventurer works himself as deep as he can go.
Every time he thrusts, she tries to push him off her. He keeps his weight spread across her back. The witch can’t move with him holding tight on her wrists. “Do whatever you need to, please…” Her asshole stretches out to fit his cock. “I’m sorry for fighting back. I can’t help it. Please don’t stop.” The adventurer kisses her lips and stares into her dark eyes. “Harder.” Her hips buck, trying to escape him but only pushing him deeper. “Harder, please… I need you to cum…”
They barely leave the bed that day. One time, by the fireplace, he takes her ass again. The adventurer ties her up in ropes so she can’t fight back. He loosens the knots as his soft cock drips the last few droplets of cum onto her used bum. “I want you to make another one of those potions you gave me.” The girl nods. She has to crawl to her alembic.
The griffin greets him with a firm headbutt. Nuzzling it’s face against him, he pets the monstrous creature. “Hey buddy, I missed you too.” Outside the cottage, the adventurer adjusts his saddle. The witch sits on the wooden steps.
“You know I have to go with you.” The man tries to break away from the cuddly griffin. “I was just about to invite you. I could use the company.” She smiles, petting her cat. “Good. I wasn’t about to give you a choice in the matter.” Distracting the griffin with a shiny ball, he walks over to the witch and kisses her. They embrace and hold each other close.
“I’ll pack up my cottage.” Sparks of purple lightning dance between her fingers as the building folds into itself. He watches the structure shrink with awe. “…don’t you want to know where we’re going?” The witch picks up the tiny wooden house and drops it into her bag. “I don’t much care about that, lover. I’ll go anywhere with you…”
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