3 comments/ 13228 views/ 1 favorites The Witch & the Mortal Ch. 02 By: WhspersInTheDark She closed her eyes, and ever so gently...took the length of him...inch by inch...into her moist warm mouth...slowly massaging the underside of him with her tongue from his hilt, back to the tip of him...the pleasure running through him was almost more than even she could bear. But the images his mind projected, the pleasure shoo close to pain that came along with having her mouth around his manhood. And as She began to consume him, and take that long, hard shaft within those moist lips, time had literally stood still for the powerless mortal. The only muscle that She granted any permission to move, was that which pulsated within Her enchanting mouth. Never in his life, had he wanted to make love to a woman like he did now. And yet, all he could do was stand paralyzed as he felt pleasure beyond his dreams...dreams that were turning into a nightmare. For the only thing worse than pleasure, is aroused pleasure that has nowhere to channel itself. And yet, strangely, oddly, he was increasingly consumed by it. The more She toyed with him, the more he wanted Her to continue. He was so utterly aroused by the power She had over him, it was orgasmic in its own right. And yet, he did not orgasm...for he would not, unless She allowed him. His mind filled with his thoughts...if I could just move...If only I could reach out and grab her...how badly I want her...how desperately I need to fill her. She actually had to open her eyes...she had to admit, the thoughts running through his mind, almost tempted her to let loose his restraints, to let him take her. How wonderful it would feel to have his hands all over her...his raging desire pushing into and stretching her very core. One last swirl around the head of his erection with her velvet moist tongue, and she stood, removed her robe, and slowly slid her body up his naked, hot flesh. She reached his face, and pressed her lips to his...barely touching, just enough to yield the response she desired. She could hear the groan that escaped from deep inside of him. On her command , his eyes opened once more, and within the depths she could see the flames of desire still growing, higher and higher, but not quite all consuming...yet. Now, his captured mind struggled to resolve all this, by explaining it away as only an adolescent wet dream being experienced in the body of a grown man. Surely, he was not really under the seductive Spell of The Witch...certainly, he was of his own free will to move whenever he desired. But as he went to say those words, to make a statement, his lips remained still, except for the quivering excitement that She instilled, making them tremble. That last swirl of the tongue drove him deeper into Her Web of Enchantment, and than that kiss riled him even further, another savage grunt coming from within as She turned him into an almost primitive caveman, whose only thought was to ravage Her. She stood shoo close to him, so close he could feel her warm sweet breath. Her arms then floated softly around his neck...and she allowed his arms to move, in an instant, they were around her, all but crushing her against him, only to hear him give a low growl as he discovered that he could only put them around her, once his arms encircled her, they could no longer move, and neither could his hands. She leaned in closer...caressing his face with her own...whispering to him as she smiled into his eyes. And then, she allowed him to move, his arms wrapped around the Witch and pull Her into his sweat soaked, rock hard body. He wanted to ravage Her and ram that throbbing cock inside of Her with such force it would take Her memory away. He wanted to show Her just how much he could please Her with unbridled passion, while allowing Her to remain in total control of the situation. Just when he thought it was time, She toyed with him once more, that powerful whisper tickling his ears with the talk of Her complete power of him...a warped smile crossing his lips, even though his erection groaned once more. He was so much bigger than Her, and had the physical prowess to overpower Her, and yet, with the mere wave of a taloned hand. "Such passion you have sweet one, poor baby"...she pressed her belly to his raging erection. "Your body raging with lust and desire...and here I stand, before you, wrapped in your arms...yet you can do nothing but hold me here, and that is only because I allow you too, with the slightest whim I can once again place them at your sides. "Just...like...this." And with the wave of her small hands, his arms once again released her and once again he was helpless against her...taking him gently by the shoulders...she turned him around until he was facing the steaming pool. "In you go my darling."Without hesitation...not that he was able to anyway...he entered the steaming pool...as the water touched his skin...a relaxing sensation washed over him...the water seemed to almost caress his tight muscles which strained in vain to do what he wanted them to do. At the side of the pool there was a slope, onto which she lowered him effortlessly...as his body slid down into the warm caressing water...she smiled as she bid his muscles to cease their meaningless efforts to resist her...the soft chant spoken from her lips called upon his body,and once more...it responded...as he lay chest deep in the water...she once more bid his eyes to close...and then he felt it. Her skin touching his...first he felt it on his ankles, her soft hands touching them...moving slowly up his legs...another incantation brought to life his skin itself, shoo sensitive, it felt even the slightest touch.The water now seemed to stimulate him from everywhere, touching every part of him as she herself continued up his body. He felt the soft flesh of her thighs...as the moved up the outside of each leg...her hands now at his thighs...stroking and dragging her long nails upward across his hips...he stomach...his chest...her thighs now touching the outsides of his...his raging erection pulsing with such desire she feared he might actually be in pain. It seemed to comfort him for the moment, give him respite from Her wickedly alluring Spell...but only for a moment. For as he lie there in the water, that long, thick erection sticking upward like a juicy periscope, all was darkened again, and once more his sense of touch became more attentive. As She began to fondle his ankles, then work Her way up, another powerful command seemed to come over his body, as yet another incantation produced exactly what She wanted within his flesh. Every inch sizzled and erupted in goose bumps, every part of him shivered...if flesh could speak, it would be begging now, begging for Her to stop all of this...for it could not take it anymore. But deep in his mortal's mind, he never wanted this to end. Leaning her body into his...his manhood came in contact with her breasts as she slid upwards...she made sure to take his swollen member between them...sliding so slowly up his body.her head bending to lick the moisture from his sweet heated flesh...her pert nipples gliding up his body as she pressed his erection back against him...higher still she moved...his erection now throbbing against her tummy...gliding across her belly button... His chest rising and falling...the intake of his breath only fueled her desire to tease him to the point of near madness...and then he froze, the intake of his breath so sharp that she stopped...glad that he could not see the smile across her full lips...her soft, smooth womanhood pressed against the base of his shaft...and she was still sliding her way up...her full breasts sliding up his chest...placing her hands upon his shoulders. She slid the softness of her velvet sheath up the length of his throbbing shaft...his tip now parting the soft lips, bracing herself with her knees on either side of him...she took his tip inside...raising her body up and down on the very end of his throbbing shaft...the swollen head just inside the very core of her. Her own heart skipped a beat from the sheer pleasure of it...she kissed him gently on the lips...as she slowly sheathed the rest of him...they could both feel her soft core stretch to accommodate him...until he was completely inside of her...and then she stopped...she brought her long blood red nails to his chest...and slowly...she dragged them downward until she ran across his erect nipples...all the while squeezing his throbbing desire with her tight core muscles. She decided she would allow him to speak. She wanted to hear, from his own lips, the answer to her question. She ran her fingers through his hair...her full breasts now pressing against his chest...slowly she moved her lips to his ear...an inaudible chant preceded her question... "Tell me, my sweet mortal...Just what is it exactly that you would like to do to me?" Licking and gently nibbling on his earlobe, she bid his sight to return...allowing his hands to hold her hips as she smiled sweetly and once again met his gaze. Suddenly, a gasp came from those trembling lips, Surely, She had heard. For now, the slender opening, into what he could only perceive to be a cavern of sheer pleasure, glided along his helpless manhood, driving the vein to become so painful, he wanted to scream from the exquisite torture. He had gone through 46 years of many women...not as many as some men, but more than others...enough to know what consumed him. He realized now, this was the One he was born to pleasure, this was the One who had waited patiently for him and now had him just where She wanted him. He began to think, their meeting was no accident, that She lured him to Her after sensing his presence. Again, that aroused him. Now, he was undergoing a sensation he never felt before, and knew he would never feel at the hands of anyone else, but the Witch. And then it grew even more diabolically arousing, when She didn't move, just holding him there, inside of her. He wanted to begin pumping his hips and ramming that unit inside of Her now as she surrounded it ever so slightly. She was becoming his Dark Queen, the One who ruled him with a velvet touch...and he could not get enough of it. Once more, that sensual whisper dripped inside his ear, and he felt his hands slide upward, where wanting fingers wrapped around both sides of Her hips, squeezing Her, holding Her as she sat motionless, wishing he could move his hips to jam the largest erection he ever had inside of Her. As the question was released, without hesitation, he responded, his voice so deep and filled with desire that he wasn't sure at first, if it was him speaking, until he heard the words he said to her, the words that his body screamed for him to say. "You have no idea how lucky you are that I can not move little My beautiful blonde Witch, I would lay you on your back, and devour you, with my mouth first, licking and plunging my tongue into that soft wet sheath you tease me, I would make your body scream, just as you make mine do, I would watch your pleasure as I thrusted myself so deeply into you that you would be as lost as I am to you." And then once more, She looked into his eyes, and smiled, not only with her luscious mouth, but with those stunning blue eyes as well. He was about to speak once more, but as she brought her slender finger to her lips, he once again, was silenced. As he lie there helplessly, his body paralyzed by Her powers of magic and seduction, and perhaps, other powers he was not even aware of...as he lied there, having confessed to Her all his feelings for her that were erupting within his weakened mind, a strange thought flickered through his head for the briefest of moments. It was to a time not long ago, less than a month ago, when he was his own man, of his own free will. He saw images of himself, moving easily among his world of mortals, smiling at them, earning their admiration, confident in all he did, arms and legs free to roam and perform whatever acts they liked. That image burned inside of him, taunted him, for as he saw it now, he witnessed a man outwardly liberated, but he knew that man's secret. He knew that deep inside, he craving to be captured by the powers of a woman...not an ordinary woman, but the powers of a Witch. And suddenly, Her haunting word seemed to echo inside his numbed brain "I warned you, sweet mortal, to be careful what you wished for." And as the image flickered in his head before fizzling out. He was drawn back to the reality of it all now...Her moistness covering his thickened vein, the only motion his body could perform, was the tensing of his muscles, the tingling of his flesh, and the throbbing of a unit so filled with thick juices that if it were to be released all at once, his mind itself might be flushed from his head. Pleasure was one thing...but incredible pleasure like this, was becoming so unbearable that his head began to feel as though an ice pick was being inserted slowly into the center. Inwardly, she smiled, excited even more by his profession of desire, she was bringing for from him exactly what she wanted, but not just for her, for him too. She did not know if he even knew what was coming alive inside of him yet...but she had plenty of time to find out...he wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. She had him where she wanted him, and more importantly, where he wanted to be. She had to smile to herself, knowing that know matter how hard he fought, there was no way he could win, he was strong, very strong, but even though physically, he was much larger than herself, his mind, as well as his body, now did whatever she commanded them to do. His thoughts, he body, no longer belonged to him, they belonged to her. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, his hands clenched tightly on her hips. She wondered, how badly would he like to be able to move? How badly he would love to just throw her onto the ground and have his way with her...and then she decided, to have a little more fun. On her soft whispering command, his eyes were taken from his control and they closed. She pressed her lips to his ear, and softly began to speak and she began to slowly move, rocking slowly on his hard erection. "Mmmmmm how good you feel, deep inside of me, poor thing, how badly you must want control, to be able to move a little faster, perhaps a little harder, I can feel your body tense, your pent of desire wishing to rage through your hard body, Let your senses take over sweet one, feel how you fill me, your thickness stretching me tight core, hot warm and wet I am...closed so tightly around you...just imagine how it would feel for you to be able to move...to be able to rock my hips and force yourself so deep into me." "Poor baby...sweet innocent mortal, You have no control, I can do whatever I want to you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Licking his earlobe, she bit down, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough to feel the rush inside him that the bite caused. She could feel his body screaming at her...wanting to move...wanting the sweet release. And then, once more, darkness! The Witch had blinded him again, so that he was forced to feel all that She could do to his body, and hear all to clearly that sensual Voice, which started once more. Those whispers, so inaudible at first, now began to taunt him and command him, telling his senses to take over. And they did, and the better it got, the worse it got. How strange, for a man to crave pleasure so much, and yet be so frightened of it at the same time. He could not even feel the water that surrounded him now...only Her...only those wicked walls that held his throbbing hardness captive. And as she uttered those unmistakable words "You have no control...I can do whatever I want to you..." a bizarre expression swirled over his face now...it went from sheer bliss to utter panic to bold resentment to complete surrender to aroused desire. The sum of it all added up to precisely what she wanted - he yearned to be her toy, her pet. He became as aroused by her words of domination as he did by her touch and teasing. He could not talk, but his body cried out with every movement to her...his flesh sung a song to her "yes, I am Yours to command" It is something his mortal pride would never allow his lips to utter, but his body, that body that she now manipulated with every little whisper, every little touch, could not lie to its owner. Softly she began to chant promises to his body once more...but should she let him hear the incantations...let his mind here what she was talking to his body about.? The body that was no long his, the body that responded to even her slightest whisper. And then she decide to let him hear...just a little. The soft chant that called to his body, slowly began to register in his brain...promises of pure bliss, mind altering climax, and how she planned to make him explode with such force, that he would be unable to function for awhile. Allowing his mind to hear things that she told his body about the way he felt inside her, so hard, so thick, so powerful, feeling the checked sexual rage and torment that was building and building...all the while, sliding up and down the length of him, so slowly she moved, wanting to feel every hard inch of him. to feel the veins pulse on the underside of his thick erection as she moved him slowly in and out of her. If one added up all the times that he desired a woman...that he was erect and ready to have sex...and combined them all into one moment, they would pale as to how much he desired to fuck her now. To unleash his hips and send that raging, hot shaft so deep inside of Her she would gasp and lose that mesmerizing voice...to wrap his powerful arms around Her until he almost crushed Her into his flesh, to show Her that HE was boss...and then, he almost laughed at himself. He began to realize, he would be boss, when She let him...he groaned to himself, because deep down, he knew that is what he wanted. Beauty and seduction are one thing, but the power of a Witch...that is what made it more unbelievable than anything ever experienced. And as he sorted these thoughts out, another surprise. Those once inaudible words, that plagued his body but remained detached from his mind, suddenly linked the two and he could understand those chants...as She promised release, promised him the ability to show Her what he could give to Her...another strange smile came over his face...one that showed relief and excitement all at once. Yes...the time was coming now...She had brought him far enough...made him what She wanted him to become, and now they would both reap the rewards. He felt her slide over him further now, and he knew it would only be a matter of moments before that final chant would unbind Her spell and he would be free as a wild animal about to savage his prey with steamy, violent sex. She said She would never hurt him...he knew it...and as she promised him things, the delight grew to dizzying proportions. And his erection was like a person all its own...feeling Her walls smother it...feeling Her massage it...seduce it...make it stronger and thicker...this was truly a new sensation that could not even be explained in mere words. No, only actions would reveal how She made that thickness feel. Actions he surmised, were coming soon. And then as quickly as it began, it stopped, she could feel him strain beneath her, trying desperately to hear once more the promises she was making to his body, knowing that without a doubt, she would do everything she promised, and then some. And then the movement stopped. She slid down on him, a little harder this time, feeling his body jerk in pleasure, his erection screaming for her to do it again and again. But he soon found out, that not only did it cease but she withdrew him from her completely. She spoke the next words to him just loud enough for him to hear, after willing his eyes to open...she looked directly into his gaze, seeing the raging desire...dragging her long nails almost painfully down his chest and stomach...down the length of his erection itself... she rose and stood over him...She smiled sweetly and said..."Not yet sweet mortal, I'm not done playing with you yet. The Witch & the Mortal Ch. 02 As he readied for the moment, his body suddenly felt as all the blood was drained from it...from his brain, from his veins...he felt as if his bones had gone brittle and his body was shriveling up. For suddenly, the Witch had pulled off of him...leaving that lengthy, vulnerable vein exposed and feeling awfully cold, despite the heated juices that clamored inside of it. And once more, she teased him with those nails...over his stomach and even worse, over that shattered erection...the head looking at Her with an expression all its own...as if to say... "Why torment me, for the thoughts of this fool?" And then the nails came out once more, first on his stomach and then, on that erection once more...and oh, how badly he wanted to wrap his hand around it and begin stroking it, just to provide some sort of relief. But he remained stilled, completely, wicked laughter echoing in his mind. And then, that sweet smile uttered words of betrayal...She was not done with him yet...Not done? No...this could not be...how could She resist a body so yearning for her, it would be the perfect tool...how could She? But...she could, and when those words dripped softly off those sweet lips, a look of fear and horror crossed his face. It was a look She was becoming familiar with...for though the horror and fear were real...deep within his eyes, She could see that he wanted Her to take him even deeper into Her pleasured tortured chamber...the fact She could do anything She wanted, made him perfect, for whatever She wanted to do next. To be continued... The Witch & the Mortal Ch. 03 Slowly the Witch moved behind him...his eyes closed...she could feel his body tense in protest as she moved completely away from him...she spoke softly..barely above a whisper.."Did you think, sweet one..that I was through with you yet?" She moved behind him, his strong hard body still submerged to the chest in the warm waters of the underground pool..she knelt behind him..gently urging him forward..sliding in behind him...she began to caress his body..her hands running through his hair..down his neck...across his shoulders...her soft lips parted, and the incantations began...but this time..she did not allow him to hear them..she wanted only his body to know of the things to come. She bid his eyes to open and they did...she gave his voice to him fully..allowing him to speak freely as her hands slowly stroked down his arms..his back leaning against her full breasts..her nipples erect from just the touch of his brushing skin hers. How much more could he take? he wasn't sure, but the more she touched him, the more She teased him, as much as he hated to admit it, the more he liked it. How beautiful She was, the soft sweet smile, eyes blue as the bluest sky. Looking into her eyes, he could hardly find his voice. "I want you, I desire you, so very desperately." He knew he must be almost growling the words at Her, if only he could just take control. He looked directly at Her, almost glaring, daring her to turn him loose, to release his body. "Release my body, and I will show you my own power, my wicked little witch." He was about to tell her so much more...he went to open his mouth..NOTHING! A low dangerous growl was all he could manage. She couldn't help but smile, even though his words shot bolts of electricity through her body. She had to silence him, she had no choice. She whispered softly into his ear..."You see sweet one..I will have my way with you...look at yourself darling..you only speak ..because I allow it, you only see, because I have seen fit to bid your eyes to open." Her voice cooing softly as her hands slid between his arms and his sides..gently stroking the soft flesh there....her hands in the water...her fingers began to make slow swirling motions as they touched his stomach...the water began to turn around his erection..almost as if it were a mouth itself..rising up and down the length of him...warm and soothing...yet she could see him throbbing...the water just below the thick tip that stood out of the water. Gently taking his ear lobe between her lips...her warm breath sliding over his skin..she kissed his neck..nibbling at the soft flesh. She decided to tease him more...sliding the side of her face over his..she began to whisper.."Look sweet one..water itself grants my requests...it touches you so intimately...caressing you...does it not feel good?" This could not be happening, the water, the water was...swirling around his raging hard on. He couldn't believe it, he just stared, unable to take his eyes off this..water that was suddenly, but very surely, coming to a life of it's own. The words she spoke, so sure and confident. His mind racing with the thoughts, the wishes, that it was She herself, who surrounded him, riding the length, the thickness that seemed to be growing larger than he ever thought possible. He could see himself, throbbing inside the Woman..water..whatever this creature was, and it only seemed to make his lust rise even more. If only, he could will himself to move, to turn and grab the warm body behind him."Imagine how it would feel if that were me...straddling you once more...riding up and down the length of you." As she spoke the words, the water seemed to do just what she was describing...the soft chants once more began..and the water rose higher and higher."Mmmmmmmm watch my love." The water almost seemed to take shape as it rose above him...he could see his erection through the water..she purred softly into his ear."Watch the water darling..watch it take form."..as she spoke the words, the water seemed to take a female form..the nose, cheeks, and lips of a beautiful face, she had perfectly formed, firm breasts, her nipples the color of the deep sea. "Feel her sweet one..feel her body surround you.....it's incredible isn't it? how real she feels, how warm and moist she is inside." She stroked his chest..feeling his heart slamming...her warm breath in his ear..the Witch began to purr softly..."She likes you sweet one..she loves how thick and hard you are." She could feel his body tense...his eyes trying to focus..the thoughts in his mind..wondering if this was actually happening...or if it was just a thought planted by the Witch's incantation..but she knew his body was taking over...he no longer cared if it was real or not... The water surrounding him...stroking his thickness made her heart race..moist warmth running to her core...she knew he could feel it..his body positioned between her legs..she slowly began to brush her soft mound into him as the water seemingly slid up and down the length of him...his body screaming for satisfaction..for release that she would not allow him..not yet. The deep groans coming from his throat exciting her even more as she moved against him..caressing his chest as the Woman of the Water rode him..his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.."I wonder sweet one..how badly you would love to turn around," ..she purred..." I'm right behind you..I know you can feel my heat...my moist core begging for you to come inside..slow and deep." She could hear his body screaming..but knew that he could not reach release..for she held his body, his mind, his very soul should she choose, captive, he would only receive his ultimate release, inside her herself. Her long nails scraping up and down his chest...making sure she raked just hard enough to redden his skin as she drug them across his nipples. His skin was so hot, he was almost certain he would cause the water to steam, to boil even. Never in all his years, had he been taken like this, but then again, never before in his life, had he met his match. He would never admit it, he was much to proud, much to masculine to admit that any woman could bring him to this point. However, deep down, he knew without a doubt, that he had never met a woman, not like this one. A Witch that he had provoked, even after her warnings, which even now, he knew he would never have heeded. The Woman of the Water ran her liquid hands down his chest as she moved back and forth, up and down. Her liquid core becoming warmer and warmer with each movement..soft mists of steam began to come from her perfect, clear blue body. He wanted to explode, to watch his hot juices gush into her watery core, he didn't know what was happening to him, but he loved it, he felt so alive, more alive than ever before. Surely, this time, the Witch would allow him..some type of release, even though he wanted it to be inside Her, herself, he was afraid he would literally explode if he didn't release the heat that spread through his entire body. "You see, sweet mortal..you are mine..to do with as I please...pleasure and sweet torture you will find in my arms..I will play with you for as long as I wish..bring you so close to release that you will feel it building, even as she of the water rides you my sweet, you will only feel her around you..but you will not find release." And with a wave of her hand and her soft chant..the water slowly descended, until it was nothing more than the small swirl of water the Witch created it from. Slowly she slid her body around his...sliding down until she lay next to him...she whispered softly..."Turn to me sweet one." And as he turned towards her..she caught his gaze and held it, and found with ease what she was looking for...lust..pure and simple mind altering lust..she smiled and draped her leg over his waist pulling herself close to him..his throbbing erection sliding between her soft thighs..she loosened her control on his arm slightly, and they instantly went around her waist..pulling her closer...she stopped him just short of crushing her too him, though the thought of feeling her body being crushed against him was exciting. The water splashed when she released him, he had been straining, and when he felt that slightest give in her control, he took advantage of it, quickly. She felt so soft, so warm pressed so tightly against him. He had wanted to grab her and roll, giving him the advantage of being on top of her, the thought of being between her legs making every inch of him ache. He groaned when She only allowed him to pull Her to him, but at least it was something, just to have the Witch this close to him, he could feel her skin, smell her hair, she smelled like..God, he couldn't even describe it, he tried to think, of something that would even come close. She could feel him throbbing against her thighs..and adjusted herself slightly..allowing his thick head to penetrate her moist core..she looked into his eyes and she moaned at the wonderful feeling of him even this slightly inside her...and the fire in his eyes turned into an inferno of heat and wanting...slowly she swayed her hips back and forth in the water..taking just the tip of him in and out of her slowly...torturing him with sweet agony. She smiled softly and spoke with a whisper.."Tell me sweet mortal..how much you desire me." He wasn't sure if She had allowed him more movement, of if it was the strength of his desire for Her that allowed him to lift his head, and at this point, he didn't care. He only wanted to tell Her one thing, at least for now. He breathed her scent deeply, almost burying his face in her hair. His voice deep and a little horse. "I desire you, more than the mortals throughout history have desired their most beautiful Goddesses, little Witch." He parted his lips, bending down to her sweet face and just before he covered her mouth with his..he found something, that must be close to the sweet smell of her."And you smell...like Heaven in the spring." He wasn't sure how he was doing it, but he was moving, but gently, slowly. He realized that through his desire, his animal lust, something else..something ...deeper..started to open inside him. The the animal in him wanted to ravish her, make her see that he was, without a doubt, a very powerful man. However, that little feeling.. ..somewhere deep inside..wanted to make love to her, slow and lasting, with long, deep strokes that would make her writhe beneath him..but only in the most gentle way. Though he loved being possessed by Her, his every move controlled by Her, he realized, that he wanted, above all else, funny as it sounded, to protect Her, even from himself, if need be She wasn't sure if she had loosened her grip of him on accident, or purposely when his head moved above hers..all she knew was that the feel of his mouth against hers..his tongue sliding slowly between her lips, invading her mouth, gliding along her own tongue, made the slip worth while, accident, or not. She returned the same passion, the same heated desire that coursed through him when she kissed him back, teasing his tongue with hers..coaxing it further into her mouth. He made her feel alive, every part of her, and then she realized, almost to late, that he was slowly rolling towards her, gently pushing her onto her back Her eyes flew open, and she took hold of him once more. Slowly she pulled her mouth from his. She had to smile, even though she was a little irritated with herself for allowing such a slip, he was stronger than she thought, which she actually liked. She pushed back against him, putting him back where he was. She heard his body scream when she removed his tip from inside her, though she couldn't swear to it, she thought she heard her own as well. "Tsk tsk, such a brave move, sweet one." She sat up, laying her hands on his chest, stilling him, silencing him. "What am I going to do with you?" A wicked smile crossed her thoroughly kissed lips, mischief danced in her eyes. "I have a wonderful idea, my sweet lusty mortal." She stood, the water gliding down her soft body. He could do nothing but look at her, as she bent down, and reached for his hands, his body effortlessly raising from the water to stand in front of her, towering over her. "Come with me, my sweet mortal, I think we need to get you dried." She ran her hand down his chest. "We wouldn't want you to catch a chill, sweet one,..but then again..I do have a wonderful way to warm you up." He knew that smile by now, but he didn't know whether to worry, or be happy, he decided to just be happy, nothing he could do about it anyway, She wasn't about to release him..he just wondered..what she would do to him next. To be continued The Witch & the Mortal Ch. 04 She lead him from the water...a soft warm breeze engulfing them almost instantly, drying the moisture from their skin. She loved how he looked at her, not only with passion, but with complete trust. His heart raced every time she looked at him, he couldn't believe she was actually there, standing right in front of him. Although, the fact that he couldn't just reach out and pull her to him almost drove him mad, he knew there was no use in fighting it, the Witch was much to powerful, at least in her ability to keep him under control, but he hoped, that if he would just be patient, she might falter, let her guard down just long enough for him to get his hands on her. He was much taller than She, his body much more powerful, he was certain of that, he could overtake her with little or no effort, if she would just get close enough, and release his body.The thoughts of being able to cover her mouth with his, to slide his tongue inside her mouth, run his hands through that hair, it made him hard all over again. The experience with the water should have left him exhausted, both mentally and physically, but somehow, the more She did to him, the more he wanted Her to do. The more this beautiful Witch teased and provoked him, the more it seemed to turn him on, he couldn't believe he was so hard again, he should be terrified, but that thought only seemed to make him harder, if that were possible. He couldn't believe that at 47, he would be soo happy about being driven completely out of his mind with lust and want. She looked up at him and smiled, "My my , sweet one, soo hard again, we must do something about that, but not until you have rested, at least for awhile, we wouldn't want you to get too tired, I have too much planned for you." She decided she liked the effect that the black lace night gown had on him, she could see him running his eyes up and down the length of her, trying his best to see through the lace. She moved closer...reaching out to run her long nails down his naked chest, feeling his body tense as soon as she touched him. His erection pressing against her stomach. She loved the feel of his skin, so smooth, so heated, already a little moist from the desire that burned inside of him. She moved closer still, until she stood directly in front of him, her hands resting on his chest, she wanted to tease him, letting him see how much more powerful his body was than hers, tease him with the fact that even though he could overpower her, she wouldn't let him, she could see his arms strain, the muscles contracting each time he tried to reach out. He suddenly realized, he could still speak, and he glared at her, almost a warning as his deep husky voice spoke to her. "You are soo lucky, little Witch, that you hold me still" He decided to try provoking her into giving him the use of his body. "However, I think I would do the same thing, in your position", he smiled , then decided to push her further. "After all, you know exactly what I would do to you, I would run my hands deep into that golden hair, pull your mouth towards me, slide my tongue through those sweet lips while I backed you against a wall, pressing your soft beautiful bottom into the earthen wall, until my body was tight against you, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you, lowering you onto this constantly raging hard on that you have created, pinning you against that rich solid earth ,while I slowly entered your soft, hot little center..stretching you...filling you ..making you beg me to just give it to you good and hard." He thought he was getting to her, her sweet mouth was open , just a little, and she was staring directly into his eyes, Gods she was soo close to him, that black lace brushing his skin, and then he realized, her lips were moving...she wouldn't dare.. "I would make you...." Nothing! damn it, she had done it again!. She cocked her head, raised an eyebrow, and smiled at him. "You would what?" She laughed wickedly "You can not even speak anymore, mortal." She kissed his chest..the tip of her tongue coming out to lick his heated flesh. She looked directly into those hazel eyes, and taunted him in return. "Since you chose to be so bold, I am inclined to return the favor, but not with words, oh no, words are not enough, my helpless captive, I shall show you boldness, because un like you, I can move." She winked at him, and dropped her head again, kissing his chest, moving down lower, kissing and licking her way down his stomach, until his thick shaft lay against the side of her face as she kissed the base of him. There was no teasing this time, she chose torture, of the sweetest kind. She looked up at him as she dropped to her knees and took him completely into her mouth, her tongue massaging up and down his length as her long nails drug with just the right pressure across his full balls. She moaned against that rigid flesh, letting him hear how much she enjoyed what she was doing. She took him in and out of her mouth at just the right speed, she could feel him pulsing in her mouth, she could feel his full balls begin to tighten in her hands, she licked and sucked and massaged his thick length until she tasted his delicious pre cum, she knew he was getting close, but as much as she wanted to taste him, she would not, this would be part of his punishment for being so bold. She could hear the deep growl coming from his throat, every muscles tensed, she took him deep in her throat one last time, massaged his shaft with her tongue as she made her way back up to the tip, and then she kissed his swollen head, and stopped, raising to her feet once more. She could hear his body screaming for her, she looked up at him, licked her lips slowly, and whispered, "You taste soo good sweet one , you feel so good inside my mouth, pulsing and swelling." She could see the aching need in his eyes, his thick shaft still glistened from the moisture of her mouth and tongue. "I thought to let you rest, sweet one, but since you seem to be"....her gaze still locked on his, she reached down, and slowly dragged her talons from the base of his swollen prick to the very head.."So eager for more, I think it's time to introduce you to another friend of mine." She turned her back on him, waved her hand, speaking softly, he could not hear what she was saying, he could only watch in a feeling that was both fear and amazement as the Earth opened for her, the large indentation was almost egg shaped, deep and covered in the darkest green moss from the bottom, all the way around the edges. His mind was still reeling from the feeling of having that mouth on his hard cock, he wanted so badly to reach down and run his hands in her hair, he would have fed himself to her, used that hair to pull her mouth over his hard shaft. The thoughts were driving him crazy, that tongue of hers..the way she sucked and licked his rigid meat, he couldn't believe she just stopped. He growled low as he looked at her from behind, if he could move, he would grab her around the waist and just bend her over, jam his rock hard cock in her soft mound from behind, grab those hips and just...he was getting light headed just thinking about slamming into her from behind, slapping his body against hers, pistoning in and out of her, she was all he could think about, nothing else meant anything, nothing mattered but her, that mouth, that hair, that body, he would fuck her into oblivion if she was just loosen these damned restraints, he would silence that chanting mouth with his. He knew he belonged to her, and he didn't care, he would gladly burn in hell just to be with her, he was so deeply in her enchantment that he would drowned, he didn't care, as crazy as it sounded, he cared about nothing,but the blonde Witch , her spells, the way she made him feel, may whatever gods there might be have mercy on his soul, because he damn sure didn't want mercy from her. She turned to find him glaring at her, she loved the way his raw power showed in his eyes, it made her shiver with anticipation of what it would feel like when she finally allowed him to take her, the thought made her wet and nipples harden, but that would come, in time, she could wait. She looked him up and down, Gods knew, it would be well worth the wait. She reached out, and took his hand, and led him towards the "nest" that awaited them. They descended down the slope in the earth until they reached the soft mossy bottom of the opening. He looked around in amazement, the opening was about 3 feet deep, the moss under his feet was so soft, so sweet smelling, he was beginning to see the Earth in a whole knew light, and he wondered, if that too, as her intention, to make him see the beauty of the Earth, inside and out. Once again, she knelt down, but only to lay back against the soft moss covered wall of the opening, she crooked her finger and motioned for him to come to her, he lay his back against her lace covered front, his body between her legs. She whispered softly... "The element of Fire, my sweet one, is South, in direction., it is known as the living element, a dual power, it can bring life and heat to humankind, but it is also a powerful form of death and destruction. Fire, is my favorite element, she brings with her a whole new aspect of sensuality. "She began stroking his chest as she whispered, her touch calming him , soothing any fear he might have away. The Ancient Ones believed that the element itself was hidden within wood, and could be coaxed forth through the friction of rubbing to pieces of wood together. She licked his ear..and continued to whisper.."But I know, that Fire lives within all of us." She stroked his arms up and down.."And I also know, that sometimes, Fire can be coaxed..with a simple stroke...just like I'm doing to you now." He had to be imagining this, she wouldn't really burn him alive, not sitting right behind him, his heart started to pound, his skin was growing so hot where the Witch was stroking, not painfully..but like a strange sort of passion erupting all over him..it almost seemed to be smoldering..growing into..no, there was no way, she had to be putting this into his mind, and how could he be soo turned on, so hard when this was happening to him, slowly he watched as his skin seemed to be..catching on fire! And the Witch spoke softly in his ear..telling him he had nothing to fear.."Not one blemish will be left on your skin sweet one..This I swear to you." Gently..she wrapped her arms around his chest..she loved sitting behind him..feeling his weight against her. Then..the incantation began..soft chanting in his ear...promises of devotion..of so many pleasures she intended to share with him. "Watch my sweet mortal...She placed her lips next to his ear..he would not understand the incantation, but very soon, he would feel it.."You're skin so heated with desire sweet one..removing her small hands from his chest..she began to blow across his skin.. waving her small hands slowly..."Watch your skin darling...see the small flames of blue..it is your desire..growing." Slowly..blue flames erupted on his skin..his arms...he was calm now, groaning softly as blue flames turned into delicate hands of fire..stroking his arms...down to his hands...blue flames licked at his engorged erection..rising higher and higher..the delicate hands of fire..reaching for the sky as her sensual body began to form....higher and higher the flames climbed..until a beautiful woman of blue flame..straddled his lap..her hands running through her flaming hair as she began to sheath his erection with her fiery core...her face outlined perfectly..her delicate nose..her luscious mouth...lowering her beautiful face...seemingly looking directly at him, though she had no eyes..only flames of deep blue flickered in the sockets. The Witch purred in her beloved mortal's ear...."Let me introduce you , my sweet one..to my dear friend, the glorious, Lady of Fire. She smiled and purred as the beautiful body of flame leaned down to his face..one forked flame reaching out..acting like a tongue as it licked his mouth...gliding her perfect facial outline to his smooth cheek..seemingly taking in the scent of him.So many shades of blue formed and brought the beautiful Lady of Fire to life. "I give to you the use of your hands sweet one...reach out to the Lady..feel her.".she began chanting softly as her mortals hands did raise..full round breasts..formed from the blue flames of passion. The Lady of Fire lay her head back...her hands going to run through her long flaming hair..as she began to move..riding her mortal lover. chanting once more..his mortal arms lay on the Lady's thighs as she took his hardness in and out of her fiery core. "Look sweet one..see how your hardness penetrates her...her hot core sheathing you..your swollen shaft parting the flames inside her" The Lady of Fire began moving a little faster..coming down on his erection a little harder..the Witch cooed in his ear " Didn't you ever wonder my love...what it looked like..from the inside..as you penetrate your lover with your throbbing shaft?" The Witch looked up at the glorious Lady of Fire..and nodded...smiling..knowing that which her mortal lover did not..and before her sweet mortals eyes..the Lady of Fire began to change..her blue body of flame slowly turning red as she rode him harder and faster. The Witch watched as her sweet mortals hands went to the beautiful hips..and she talked to his body..whispering incantations...his body responded..his hips began to thrust upwards..."I give to you , my love, your voice..and the use of your body..but only to pleasure the Lady of Fire" The Witches heat slowly spreading...softly she moved her core over his lower back from behind as she watched her wonderful mortal respond to the Lady of Fire...each thrust from him turning the flames from blue to red....she could hear him groaning..moaning in pleasure as the Lady of Fire's body crackled and sparked in response..her mortal's body sweating...making it glisten with desire. The flames burning him...but only with pleasure..his thrusts making the Witches own body cry out to have him deep inside her..but not yet..she still had a few more things to share with him..and she hoped, that being inside her body..would be as pleasurable to him as the flaming Lady who rode him..her body of flames now a deep red..burning brightly as she rode her mortal lovers throbbing cock. The Witch smiled..purring into her mortal's ear.".I give to you my darling..release..I want you to see what your hot fluid looks like..pouring into your lovers core." The Witch watched in amazement..as her mortal thrust himself into the Lady of Fire...grabbing those flaming hips...bringing the glorious body down on his throbbing erection. His pace quickening each thrust harder than the previous. And she heard him almost cry out...as the Lady of Fire..erupted into glorious deep red flames..crackling and sparking as her fiery climax began...the hissing from her fiery body almost deafening. She stroked her mortal's chest..and watched as his thrusts continued..and his body stiffened..as his hot liquid poured into the flaming core...she watched his eyes..heard his growls...his body exploding as he emptied his full balls in exquisite pleasure...his eyes fastened to the sight of what was happening He couldn't believe this, he should be screaming in terror, not pleasure, but this Lady of Fire, was consuming him with her fiery passion, he could see his hot cumm shooting into the glorious flames, being devoured by that red hot body. It was incredible, he couldn't stop pumping into her, closing his eyes for a moment, imagining that it was the Witch who took his hot cum inside her, he grabbed those red hips and slammed upwards and flipped over. The Lady of Fire's head now in the lap of his Witch, flaming locks spilling across the creamy thighs as her mouth flew open in surprise. His eyes closed, hoping that if he pumped hard enough, when he opened his eyes, it would be his blue eyed Witch who took his still rock hard ,twitching cock. Something inside him had snapped, his desire was almost uncontrollable now, he had to have the Witch that held him so captive, teasing and torturing him to the brink of insanity that he now loved being driven to, he couldn't get enough, there would never be enough of being on that body, thrusting in and out of that little Witch. But when his eyes opened, he saw only the Lady of Fire, Oh she was beautiful, hot and so very fuckable, he didn't want to take anything away from this amazing creature, but even though he achieved release, it wasn't enough, he needed more, he needed to be buried deep, deep inside, the Witch. He leaned forward, and crushed the Witch's mouth with his as he continued to pump and thrust into the flaming body beneath him. His tongue buried itself in the Witch's mouth, tasting the sweetness of her. He thought he was surely loosing his mind. He pulled his mouth from hers and looked into those bright blue eyes, a wicked smile crossing his lips, for a change, he glared at her , he looked down at the fiery body, and bent his head, and kissed that red hot mouth, then looked back at the Witch, speaking in the deep, lusty voice as he thrusted in and out of the fiery core that held him so tightly. "I will do the same to you, you know, but it will be for much longer, my wicked little Witch, I will thrust and thrust, until those lucious lips forget how to chant those incantations that hold my body at bay." he was growling now as he thrusted again and again. "This red hot body feels so good, but it's you I want beneath me Witch, it's you I want beneath me, on top of me, all over me, I will have you, you will slip, and I will show that body no mercy, until you scream in soo much pleasure that you forget everything but me." The Witch didn't know what to think, her own body screamed with pure lust, she realized that it had been a mistake to give him the use of his body, even though it was only to pleasure the Lady of Fire, it had still given him the oportunity to do what he had done, it was a mistake, that she could not allow to happen again, not unless it was she herself that held him deep inside her. His gaze returned to the red hot body beneath him, and he bent his head, and kissed those fiery lips, his tongue delving deep inside her mouth,as he rolled, pulling her on top of him once more. Sparks white hot shot from The Lady of Fire, then gradually, she slowed her pace..her body slowly returning to the beautiful blue flame..as her riding slowed..and her orgasm subsided...but moving still...milking her wonderful mortal lover's juices. And then she was still..allowing him the opportunity to calm himself..as his orgasm also subsided..and then she leaned into him...almost smiling with her beautiful mouth of soft blue flame..her lips parted.. And she pressed her fiery blue mouth to his..kissing him gently...but to his surprise...the head turned..to the spot just next to him, the spot his Witch occupied. The fiery lips parted..pressing against the Witch's also slightly parted lips...gently..a smile crossing the Witches lips as her mortal turned his head and looked at her in amazement as their mouths touched...and as they did..the Lady of Fire's body slowly began to fade..the blue flames shrinking back down..until She returned from where she had come..a low flame..dancing across her lovers skin..and the Witch began to chant..once again taking control of her lovers body..stilling him as she softly whispered into his ear... "She was thanking us sweet one..for giving Her the gift of having you." The Witch slid her body out from behind her beloved mortal, her leg going over his thigh..until he bore her weight on his body....and she kissed him...willing only his mouth to respond to her... smiling into his eyes...speaking softly.."I hope you enjoyed the Lady of Fire my love, as much as she enjoyed you. The Witch & the Mortal Ch. 04 And she felt arms go around her body..instantly..stroking and caressing her soft flesh on her back. He looked into her eyes and spoke in a much calmer voice, "I did enjoy her, she is indeed beautiful and sensual, there is only one thing about this experience that I would change, my sweet Witch." His hands slid down to her soft rear, pressing down so that she would know, without a doubt, he was still rock hard and wanting her. His mouth taking hers as he kissed her..so tenderly..but with so much desire..that it almost made her weep..and she smiled as he kissed her..how badly she wanted to make love with him..her sweet innocent..who provoked a Witch more powerful then he could imagine. She slowly pulled her mouth from his..and looked into his eyes...softly she began to chant..and his arms went back to his sides...his groan of protest the only sound..and she smiled again into his eyes..speaking softly..as she slid from his body..coming to lay nest to him..still holding his gaze.. "Not yet sweet one..I still have a few more delicious things to share with you" "Your desire is strong..and that is how you are able to move your arms to caress me...but this , I will allow" and the Witch could not help but look down...His erection still throbbing..and she knew..without a doubt..that even though the Lady of Fire and given him release...he still longed...desired..and yearned ,for her. She looked into his eyes once more....I give you now, your last chance to speak my love..before I once again..take that voice that I love to hear"... To be continued