Imagine you've been captured by a witch: Part 3
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You shook your head, taking a step back. You didn’t want to be anywhere near the man before you. He strode past the table, grabbing your wrist. He wasted no time, pulling you toward the witch’s bedroom.
“If either of you make a mess,” The witch warned, focusing on you, “You’ll be the one to clean it up.”
“Don’t worry,” The man laughed a bit, drunk on the opportunity he had been given, “Just looking for a bit of privacy. She’ll be just fine on the floor. The only bed I’m taking her in will my mine,” He opened the door, herding you into the room first.
You tried to pull your wrist from his grasp, desperate to get away. The click of the door locking made you tense. No, you couldn’t let this happen. You had been so close to freedom. If you gave the witch what she wanted, you would have been free to go, but she had promised you to someone else. You would never see home again. You sank to your knees, the tugs at his arm growing weaker. It had been happening ever since the creature had impregnated you. You were so easily exhausted, most of your energy being siphoned by the spawn sitting low and heavy in your womb.
He turned to you, teeth gleaming as he licked his lips and grinned. He let go of your wrist. You tried to scramble away, but your swollen stomach made you clumsy. He reached down, catching your ankle and tugging you back toward him. He was upon you within seconds. He had been waiting for so long, he couldn’t stand to delay his satisfaction any more. You tried to kick him, but your attacks were soft. You were too tired.
You panted, watching as he moved closer to you. You were stuck between him and the bed, on your knees and nowhere else to go. You turned to the side, not wanting him to get between your legs. But he merely changed his tactic, his chest against your shoulder. His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging to give him ample access to your neck and shoulder. You could tell that he was leaving marks, claiming you as his. His teeth and lips caught any skin they could get, decorating you. His palm slipped beneath your dress to touch your stomach, dragging the skirt upwards until it bunched around your waist. His hand wandered over the smooth skin, pressing and prodding in certain places. Your womb ached. It always bothered you. Whenever you moved, something would bump in just the right places to have you gasping and squirming. His touch wandered downwards, strokes slow and rough between your legs. You moaned, only for him to lean forward and kiss you. Your cries were muffled as fingers went deeper, rubbing circles in places he had spent days mapping. He had memorized you, using it to his advantage.
He withdrew, grinning. Your mouth hung open, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. The hand between your legs slowed down, then stopped. You whimpered, desperate to get rid of the discomfort building in your body. His fingers roamed over your stomach, wetness left in trails on your skin. You groaned as the man pushed you onto your back, the weight of the creature’s young uncomfortable against your body. You had surrendered yourself to sleeping on your side, otherwise the pressure was too much. But that weight made it easy for him. Even as you tried to sit up, you were too heavy to move. He let go of you completely, loosening his pants and letting them fall to his knees. There was no need for either of you to get fully undressed. He pulled your legs apart, settling himself between them. He licked his lips. His smile was wolfish. You were a meal laid out before him, hot and mewling beneath your swollen belly.
“Oh, my darling,” He purred. He grabbed your thighs, just below your knees so he could keep your legs spread wide, “What a shame I didn’t get to you first. I would have been able to take you, watching you swell day by day with the first of our many children. But I’ll settle for making you mine later, when you’re free of this creature’s spawn. Besides, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
You didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant. He entered you, rolling his hips against yours. There was a bit of pain, causing you to wince and clench your jaw. The creature from the cave was big, but the liquid that covered its appendage had somehow kept you from stretching. There was probably magic that kept your body from changing too much, if the witch wanted you to suffer. The details didn’t matter. You cared more about how he filled you and how your stomach shifted with each thrust, arousing you further. Your hands were on either side of your head, nails digging into your palms as your womb twitched. Those weeks he had spent searching for the best spots inside of you had you dizzy within minutes. You didn’t stand a chance against him. As long as you were within arm’s reach, you were powerless, desperate for more.
But he slowed down, one hand pressed against the bottom of your stomach. He spoke in words that you didn’t recognize. Another spell. You mind was hazy, but not completely clouded with pleasure. You glanced between him and your stomach, “Wh-What are you doing?”
He looked at you, flashing another grin, “That witch isn’t the only one who knows magic, darling.”
You opened your mouth to demand that he stop, only to choke on your words. Your womb clamped down on the masses and liquid inside, the pressure unbearable. You screamed, back arching off of the ground. Your walls tightened around him instinctively. He growled, thriving on how he felt inside of you. His thrusts returned with renewed fervor, hips crashing against yours in an effort to get as deep within you as possible. You squirmed, trying to find a balance between making your womb comfortable and giving him a better angle. He leaned forward, your stomach pressed against his chest to keep you from crawling out beneath him. Heat pooled against your cervix, his seed thick inside of you. A low rumble came from his chest, pleased with his work.
“What are you doing?!” The witch pounded on the door, “Let me in!”
“I’m a bit busy at the moment,” He replied, removing himself from you.
“Get off of me!” You shrieked, trying to get up. But he pinned one of your wrists to the floor, his other arm hooking beneath your knee. Your hair was damp with sweat, your dress clinging to your body as you struggled against him. You cried out in pain as the pressure returned.
He snickered, “It seems like they’re stubborn.”
You were tempted to swear at him, but you couldn’t find the opportunity between gasping for air and whimpering in pain. You tried to close your legs, refusing to birth such vile things. The thick fluid blocking your cervix was loosening. The more you squirmed, the more the membrane thinned. You forced yourself to stay still. Your breathing was ragged as your swollen stomach tensed, trying to expel the creatures.
There was a gush of fluid, pooling between your legs. The pressure in your womb lessened, but only for a brief moment. The objects within you shifted, no longer suspended. You sighed in relief, only to gasp as another contraction came. You could feel the masses jostling, all of them forced against your cervix. The pain brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t fight what was about to happen, no matter how much you wanted to. Your body could do the work on its own, but it would take so much longer and cause you more pain.
You lifted your free leg, pulling it up by your side. It felt better to grab onto something, grounding yourself as you followed what your body did naturally. Bearing down, the masses were competing for their exit. You whimpered, legs twitching as they pushed against certain spots. Finally, one pressed in front of the others. Your cervix had widened enough to let them pass, though it still wasn’t easy. You kept going, even as you felt dizzy. This needed to be over.
“Relax,” The man’s hand left your wrist, brushing your hair away from your face. You fell back, gasping for air as you surrendered. The mass was soft, trapped halfway in your cervix. When you tensed, it had a bit of give. You could feel the hardness of the creature inside. They were eggs, the shells soft and smooth.
“I can’t do this,” You whispered. There were too many. Even if you could get one out, the pressure and pain were too much. You were overwhelmed. Embarrassed. Never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be doing this.
“I’m right here, darling,” He took your hand in his, “You’ll be just fine as long as I’m here.”
You cried out in pain as you pushed again, more of the eggs passing through your cervix. You were so close to being free from the first. You moved your hips, trying to get them out faster. You felt so full. It reminded you of when the creature was depositing its young, filling you until your womb was nice and heavy. The first left you, providing room for the others to continue their path. You winced, legs quivering as you gave in to the feeling. You could worry about the shame of arousal when you were free. For now, you only cared about ridding yourself of any evidence of the creature.
The pressure passed and you went limp on the floor. You panted, glancing down to see that your stomach was smaller. You didn’t look at what had left your body. You were better off not knowing. There was no noise from the eggs. No cracking or clicking. You appreciated the silence. You didn’t want to hear the spawn escaping and living.
“If any of those are damaged, you’re going to pay!” The witch shrieked. You looked to the door. If she was unable to open it, the man had cast a spell on it. Even if she had the key or tried another spell, she was stuck on the other side. You weren’t sure if it would be better with the witch next to you or worse.
“They’re in perfect condition,” The man let go of your leg for a moment, his palm rubbing over your stomach, “You’ll have a fully stocked cupboard in just a few minutes. You chose the perfect little incubator.”
Oh, how you wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. As soon as you were empty and regained your energy, you were going to make sure that he regretted ever touching you. You would probably only get one hit in before he subdued you or ran off, but it would be enough. You just wanted him to hurt, even if it was a fraction of what you suffered.
But those thoughts were discarded with the coming of another wave of pressure. You shut your eyes, bearing down. It was easier this time, and soon you felt the last slipping through your cervix. Your grip tightened on the man’s hand.
He winced slightly, but didn’t pull his hand away, “You’re almost there, darling.”
There was a slight pop as the last egg fell to the floor, another gush of liquid seeping from your entrance. You pulled yourself away from the clutch with what little strength you had left, getting away from the man. You sat up, legs still spread. You looked to the eggs, unable to resist your curiosity. There were at least two dozen, some of them moving. You sighed, happy to be free from them.
The door flew open, the witch storming into the room. You were cornered between the bed and the wall. The man moved in front of you, wrapping his arms around you. He wasn’t going to let you go, nor would he allow the witch to use you twice. You tried to shove him away, but he was relentless.
The witch glared at you and the man before turning her attention to the eggs. She examined them, holding one in her palm. She grinned, “This should last me quite a while. You make a very good pet,” But when she looked up, you and the man were gone, the faint gleam of magic left in your place.
You fell only for the fraction of a second, landing on a bed. You knew without looking where this was. The man had cast a teleportation spell, taking you to his home. He was already up, casting another spell on the wall.
He turned to you with a wicked grin, bowing slightly, “Welcome to your new home, darling.”
“I’m not staying here,” You shook your head, “I’m going home. I did what the witch asked of me and-“
“I am not that witch,” His tone darkened, “I’m not going to have you sleep in some dusty cot and clean the floors on your hands and knees. You’ll cook for me as the cute little wife you are, but I’ll treat you far better than that witch ever did,” He gestured to the wall, where a glyph remained scorched into the wood, “You’re free to go anywhere inside of this house, but you won’t be able to leave unless it’s with me. Do you understand?”
You didn’t answer him, getting off of the bed and standing. Your body felt so much lighter with no eggs in your womb. You pulled the skirt of your dress back down to cover yourself, only to hesitate. You hadn’t completely returned to the way you were before the witch had captured you.
“You’re probably starving. I’ll have to get you some nicer clothes. I can’t have my wife dress in rags.”
You watched him carefully as he wandered around the room, looking through bottle collections and the wardrobe. He hadn’t noticed that something was wrong. You slowly touched your stomach through your dress. You forced yourself to keep your expression neutral. There was something still inside of you, causing your belly to distend. In such loose clothing, the man wouldn’t notice. But if he watched your undress or saw you in tighter clothing, you wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret. You looked down, wondering if there were still eggs that hadn’t been removed. No, your contractions had stopped.
“Of course, we’ll still have to be formally-“
You quickly pulled your hand away and looked at him, hoping that he hadn’t seen what you were doing.
But he had stopped midstride, focused on your stomach. He moved closer to you, humming quietly, “What are you hiding, darling?”
You took a step back, but your legs hit the edge of the bed. You fell back, bouncing slightly on the mattress. You tried to sit up, but his hand on your stomach kept you from moving. His palm spread across the bump, rubbing in gentle circles.
He grinned, “It seems something has become of my earlier mischief,” He moved closer, lifting your dress until it was bunched around your waist. He knelt down in front of you, his hand on your hips to drag you closer. You sat up, holding your skirt up as he ran his hands over your skin, “How curious. That creature must have done something to your ability to conceive, and then I sped up a bit of the process with that spell. It’s slowed down now, though. Time spells only last for so long. But this way, I’ll still get to see you swell day by day with our first child.”
You froze as he leaned down to press a kiss to the bump, just below your navel. You had planned to run away somehow before he could get you pregnant. It would be easier that way. You could run as fast as you could, hide as you pleased, and show a bit of leg to get as far away from the city as possible even with your lack of funds. But no one would help you if you were with child. If anything, they would try to keep you in one place until you could be returned to your husband.
He paused, tilting his head to one side, “But I’m curious. What if that’s not the only thing the creature changed?” He smirked, speaking foreign words. Another spell. You lifted your hands, trying to block the sound out.
But the spell was already done. You tensed, watching as he gracefully stood and pulled the chair away from his desk. He sat down, still grinning. You were beginning to feel dizzy, panting as your body grew hot. Heat pooled between your legs as the man stretched, as if showing off for you. You were beginning to ache.
He beckoned your over, “Come here, darling,” He patted his thigh, “Let’s see if we can try for a second child.”
Author’s Note: So, this is sort of a cliffhanger ending. If anyone wants me to continue with this series, I’m more than happy to, though!
