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Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 01

By: Gardannos



This is the story of Charlotte, a witch with no other social experiences than with other witches. Those other witches are usually old and not very social themselves, so Charlotte has a lot to learn.

A young and confident witch learns about men and the many possible ways to interact with them that she has missed in her current 30 years. Welcome to this medieval world with fairy courts, castles, witches, evil wizards and warlocks. Things will start to get really kinky as the shape changing fairies enter the scene too.

Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica. Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. 

Chapter 1: Housebuilding

Charlotte finally found a proper footpath after days of walking through the mountains. A few times she had to backtrack her steps when she encountered a steep drop or a cliff with an impossible to pass wild water stream underneath it.

She had been reluctant to leave a lot of useful tools at her aunts house, still her backpack was slowing her down more than she liked.

At least this path was clearly from a shepherd moving sheep to and from different mountain meadows. She was sure to find a village this way and that motivated her. There was not much food left in her pack and travel would be slower if she had to find something edible every day.

She could only see forested mountain slopes, but under her the deep cut valley had widened and could soon allow space for people to plough and produce enough food for a village.

In the mountains, the best walkways are higher on the slopes, but those are also often washed away in the spring.

Charlotte's newfound path turned downhill. That meant that the trees would soon totally block her sight. Normally this was a bad move, but her long experience of living in the mountains told her that it was all right. She had a few hours of light to go, and the thought of sleeping inside instead of on the cold rocky ground was promising.

Moving downhill on a muddy path was much different from the stones higher on the mountain. She liked this change a lot and was moving quite a bit faster. In an hours time, she was almost at the bottom of the valley and even saw some grass through the trees below.

Minutes later she had walked out of the trees onto a field of grass blinking against the low shining sun. Finally, she could orient herself again and her sight found a few buildings lower in the valley. That should be Upper Roding, one of the villages in the deeper valleys of the mountains.

On a lower mountain slope, but higher than the village was the local castle. It didn't look imposing from this relatively high viewpoint, but from the village that would be different.

The air in the valley was a lot warmer, than higher in the mountains; still nothing like a summer afternoon. She already liked it. She started to walk further down into the valley.

Somewhat later the stream in this valley turned close to the left slope opposing the one she just scaled. Blank rocks were visible between the trees and a moment later she saw a small lake, and she heard the sound of splashing water. A small brook from the other slope ended in a waterfall splashing invitingly into the lake. Immediately she felt that this would be her favourite spot.

Her Aunt Isabel had always been strict about washing every day. By now Charlotte was used to cold water every morning, but a waterfall was much better than a brook or a tub that first had to be filled. It was a labour she could live easily without.

When talking about washing was the only time Charlotte had heard Isabel mentioning other people than witches. "Many people don't wash themselves for weeks. Not only do they stink, but it is also very bad for their health. No wonder most of them wither away before their sixtieth birthday."

That was quite a statement because Isabel herself was proud of her age, which was twice as high. Her 120 years were more than a regular human could hope to reach, but witches seem to age a lot slower than other people. Charlotte was young with her 30 years but for normal folks that was already a respectable age.

But Isabel had been a thorough tutor and would not let Charlotte into the world unless she had learned all about plants and herbs. Every fungus has its use, and when you learn to differentiate between them there are hundreds of different types. It had taken many years, and many tours through the mountains before Charlotte could earn the title 'witch'.

Charlotte was delighted that her mother Bianca told her to move to Upper Roding as a place to practice her craft. Bianca knew the place from earlier and had even found someone willing to build a house for her near by. Speaking of a house, Charlotte could hear something hammering on wood.

Under the lake, the valley had broadened giving room for a larger meadow. To the upper side of it someone had recently built a house.

A man was sitting on the roof fastening the last small planks that were used as tiles to keep the rain out. It looked like heavy work because he had put down his shirt and Charlotte saw his muscles moving across his bare shoulders. Quickly Charlotte walked to the house hailing the man when she was close.

"Hello, could you possibly be Dan Parker?"

The man turned slowly around to keep his balance. "No sorry, my name is Bryan Wells. Dan is my master carpenter." He had a pleasant face with blonde hair and quite a stubble but no real beard.

At the sound of talking, the door of the house opened and a slightly older man stepped outside smiling brightly. "Welcome Charlotte Cartwright, you have arrived at exactly the right moment. Your house is almost finished and should be water tight when Bryan finishes his job today."

Dan was a big man who should be able to lift wooden beams easily. He had dark hair with a hint of grey streaks through it, together with a short and neatly trimmed beard.

"That would be wonderful. Thank you Dan and Bryan." Charlotte already felt at home here, even before she entered her new home and with two totally unknown men around. She had felt anxious before about living near people other than the few witches she knew, but that feeling had washed away instantly.

"Come in, I'll give you a tour through your new home," said Dan while stepping aside from the door. Charlotte took the invitation head on and strolled inside. Dan was a lot bigger than Charlotte with arms twice the size of hers. She had done physical chores for almost all her life but she felt tiny when walking past the carpenter.

"Just leave your goods in the front room. This is built to leave muddy shoes and wet clothes here." Charlotte saw a small bench where she sat down to unfasten her shoes and was relieved to walk without them. She immediately missed her soft leather sandals she left at Isabel's house. Bare footed, she stood up to step further into her house.

Dan had seen her looking at her feet. "You have thick skin on your feet, you should not fear splinters. There is a woollen carpet made by my wife inside. She wanted to do her part too, it took nearly all winter to create, more time than it took us to build the rest of this house."

Charlotte needed no more encouragement, and she opened the next door and stepped into an almost fully furnished living room. "This is too much Dan, you have gone through great pains to build me this home."

That instant Dan burst out in laughter, his voice booming and even echoing through the valley. It took a few moments before he could control himself again. Charlotte still stood in the doorway trying to see all the details of her living room.

Witches are always very practical about their houses. It's hard work to keep your houses dry through the harsh winters in the mountains. Not a lot of time is put into furniture or comfort. This was by far the most luxurious room Charlotte had ever seen in her life.

"Hey girl, you may step inside, there is more to see than just the carpet."

Charlotte tentative moved a foot forwards to try standing on the wool. It felt like a short grass meadow in the spring. It was warm to the touch.

Inside the room was a table with a couple of chairs and a couch near a fireplace with a metal grating around it. Witches never needed a grating because sparks didn't have much chance on their floors. Wooden floors would normally smoulder, they had a clay slab around their fireplaces so that sparks would cinder. It was practical, and the norm, but this was totally something else.

"Why..." was the only thing Charlotte could utter. She stood still again unable to comprehend what was around her.

Dan had noticed her reaction and did something to break the spell. He took a chair from the table, turned it around a sat down on it. "Charlotte, do you know what your mother has done for us?"

Charlotte slowly shook her head but didn't answer otherwise.

"Last spring a disease spread through this region. Most adults only coughed a bit more than usual, but a lot of children were really ill."

"My three children were even worse off than most of them. My wife Ilsa and I were afraid we would lose them. We went to our village head for guidance, knowing he had little medical knowledge. But he still helped us.

"He used some mystical way to call Bianca, and she arrived the second day. She brought with her a backpack full of herbs and other witch things.

"Bianca examined my dying children and brewed something to help them through the night with less coughing than before. She worked through the night to find a better cure for them and was successful, they were saved. And with them, some other children in our village too.

"This house is the least thing we could do to give something back, and you, her daughter will be welcome here; forever."

After that little speech, Charlotte knew better what had moved this big carpenter and noticed his love in the things around her. With tears swelling in her eyes, she turned towards the big man and hugged him. "Thank you again Dan, you make me feel more than welcome."

Charlotte held him close for a while, and in a moment she noticed he had turned quiet as she had before. She stepped back to look at the man his head was somewhat redder than before.

"Ehh; I think it is time for me to go home. You will find everything you normally need around the house." The man stood up and stepped, a bit unstable at first, towards the door. "Make yourself at home here. And come to my house soon to meet Ilsa and my kids, she would be delighted. Bye."

Quicker than Charlotte had expected she was alone again. Save for Bryan still working to finish her roof. Her stomach growled to get her attention, she had to cook something soon, the long day of walking had taken its toll on her body.

Her practical nature kicked in, and she searched the place for firewood and cooking gear. There were lots of small pieces of leftover wood on a pile against the back of the house, and in a cupboard she found a nice cooking pot. She couldn't imagine a witch hiding such useful things behind doors and already thought about a rope to hang pots on like usual.

Reluctant to cook the last of her travelling rations she fetched a piece of fungus from her backpack. Even in a hurry she would not pass something edible without taking it with her. In a pouch on her belt, she also had a couple of somewhat conserved sweet chestnuts. It wasn't much, but she could cook and roast it into something edible.

All she needed with it was some fresh herbs, and it only took a short while to find something near the forest shade.

She found a small stream close to the house that flowed from a well higher up in the forest. For now she needed to climb a bit for fresh water, later she could build something to keep the leaves and other things out of the water and bring flowing water directly to her house. This house was build in a very nice spot.

Within a quarter of an hour, a fire was burning, and a pot was hanging above it with soup in it. She thought about the man still mending her roof and added some of her dried meat to it for more nourishment and flavour. Later she went outside again, to talk to the hard working Bryan.

"Hello Bryan, would you like something to eat?"

Rather quickly he peaked down from the roof with amazement showing on his face. "Did you manage to cook? You arrived this afternoon."

"I lived in the mountains long enough to be able to feed myself. Come down and eat; speaking for me, I'm hungry."

Bryan quickly climbed down and entered the front room of the house. There he took the time to put on his shirt and pull off his shoes. Charlotte waited for him to finish and had filled two wooden cups with the soup; she put the chestnuts on a wooden board.

Then he entered the room and sat down on a chair by the table. He looked hungry, but also anxious at the offered soup. Charlotte did not wait for him to start eating herself, thinking what she could use to improve about this recipe.

Bryan took a tentative sip from the cup tasting it. He had never tasted something like this soup. He could not determine its content, but it clearly didn't taste bad. He drank the warm soup quickly.

"What did you put in this soup?" Was the obvious question after the empty cup was on the table.

"Oh just fungus I took from the forest on my way here. It is not very tasty, but it is nutritious."

After that answer Bryan's face looked greyer than before. "Almost every fungus in the forest is bad for you, some of it could kill you."

"But this one is fine, rest assured. I have eaten it numerous times."

Fighting to keep his composure Bryan fought his urge to run outside and throw up his meal. "That cannot be true, you are very young. Likely younger than me."

"How old are you then," was Charlotte's obvious question.

"I became 25 last month."

"Ha. Actually I am more than 5 years your superior and I learned everything about plants in the last years."

It took a while for Bryan to close his mouth.

Charlotte had heard that most people knew nothing of witches; so his surprise was in itself not surprising. Suddenly she had the feeling telling everybody everything about witches would be quite an undertaking and probably not wise.

"My family's age is often misjudged." Was her honest but not totally complete statement about her age. She actually felt younger now than Bryan who was considered a full adult by everybody around him and she only half so.

After some thought, Bryan's only comment was, "You talk strange, where did you live?"

More things in need of explaining, she had grown up between older women with little contact with the rest of the world. She really needed to learn their way of speech or everybody would notice that directly.

"I travelled quite a long time to come here. My mother used to live here some time ago, before I was born." Again the truth but not everything, the actual distance she travelled was not far but in the mountains travelling takes a lot of time.

"Could you help me cleaning up the cooking utensils?" Bryan looked bewildered but nodded and took the cups and pan outside to wash.

Charlotte fetched her backpack to get a change of clothing. She had one other set of everything. Later she could try to buy cloth for more clothing.

She turned inside and changed her skirt and blouse. When ready, she turned around facing a completely motionless Bryan standing in the door with a clean pan and cups still dripping water in his hands.

"Ah. You can put the pan here in this cupboard, a very inconvenient place for it, but it has to do for now."

Bryan moved stiffly to the cupboard and put the things inside, taking longer than would be necessary for the job.

"Do you plan to continue with the roof this evening? It won't rain any time soon, you do not need to hurry." Bryan was looking foggy eyed at Charlotte and reacted only by shaking his head.

"What happened to you? Did my soup really ruin your digestion? Come sit down a moment." Charlotte led the big man to her far too soft looking couch, he set down, but he looked as if he had a bit of a fever. "I will get you some water to drink."

Like usual, Charlotte had brought more water from the well than was directly needed, she had some left and could fetch a cup of water quickly. "Here you are." Leaning down she offered the drink to Bryan who had not moved, but still appeared to be out of breath.

Bryan took the cup with one hand, but with the other he pushed Charlotte beside him. He drank a mouth full of water and leaned back. "Feeling better?" He nodded, and put an arm around Charlotte.

The last time Charlotte had seen her mother, Bianca had put up a stern face. "You know a lot already about our craft, but you lack knowledge in lots of other things."

"What should I learn then?" had been Charlotte's question.

"You should learn how to communicate. Communication is a lot more than just talking, that is why you should go to a place where you can interact with more persons than a handful of witches."

Charlotte had been puzzled by this statement, she was interested enough in those people who sometimes came to her mother's house when she was young. But Isabel almost never had guests like that; so she hadn't really talked to people.

By now Bryan was doing more than just talking, he had pulled Charlotte close to him and was stroking her back. She let him continue. Was this that non-talking part of communication she had to learn? When feeling, that she did not push him away, Bryan changed his stance into a full hug.

Charlotte did hugs when people are upset, was Bryan feverish and upset? She hugged him back a little and could feel his arm muscles moving around her. He was stronger than she was, but witches are not easily impressed by physical strength. Once she had faced down an angry bear on one of her trips through the mountains to collect special plants. That beast was quite a bit stronger than Bryan could hope to be. No, she was not afraid, but she did wonder what Bryan wanted from her.

After a moment of hugging Bryan moved one hand down to her bottom. That, made her jump in surprise. She was feeling hot in his close embrace and with having her breasts rubbing against him. He was slowly massaging her bottom with one hand. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Bryan, are you not expected back by your family?" Charlotte asked with some effort to get an opening out of this rather tight and slightly awkward situation.

That was clearly not what Bryan wanted to hear, and he did something to prevent further protests from her. Having his hands occupied he just pushed his lips against her mouth. Now she really was getting into trouble getting enough breath. How did she get into such a situation on her first day in her house?

The hand on her bottom suddenly pushed her skirt between her legs, brushing it against her vagina. Another surprise jump from her body made her breasts feel sore. Only then, did Charlotte realise his intentions. He wanted to mate with her! She was somewhat familiar with that, enough animals did it around her.

But this was too pushed on her, normally female animals just walked, swam, or flew away from a too lustful male. And besides, she didn't want to have a child from Bryan, he was handsome enough, but Charlotte liked a say in such matters. She started to push Bryan away, at least freeing her mouth for more air.

"Stop it Bryan." Was all she managed to say between her hard breathing, but the only result of her fighting was that they rolled from the couch onto the carpet. At least it was soft too, usually she would have bruised herself from such a fall.

But Bryan seemed not to notice her fighting or talking and was brawling with her and got on top. He was well built and strong, he could do what he wanted, and now he wanted to mate. His phallus was out, and he had pushed her skirts up and pushed her underclothes to the side.


Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 01



Charlotte was wondering for a moment if it would be all right to let him continue. She could probably make a potion soon to prevent child birth and could even hold a foetus from growing. But she was not prepared for what came next.

A sharp pain went through her body, and it took a moment for her to realise what had happened. He had entered her in a single move of his hips ripping her hymen and roughing her up at the same time. How could a female tolerate this pain from any man? Charlotte was getting angry, she didn't like this one bit.

She felt drops move along her legs. That was blood, he had made her bleed! A vision entered Charlotte's mind of an unknown woman working through to winter to finish a carpet. The same carpet she was bleeding on now.

Suddenly there was just one thing left on her mind. "Get off me now!"

She didn't know if she had said it aloud, but there was no man pushing down on her anymore. Quickly she pushed her skirt down between her legs to prevent her blood to flow. A heavy thump made her whole house wobble. Because it was really sturdy, the only thing that did collapse was Bryan's body.

For a short moment, it was quiet in the house. Then two persons started breathing heavily again. Charlotte was relieved she wasn't the only one breathing. After some time, Bryan hauled himself from the ground and left the building directly.

Charlotte turned herself around and was even more relieved when she noticed there was no blood on the carpet. Only the inner side of her skirt was stained. The bleeding itself had almost directly stopped, but she would not leave it be. She stood up and got water to wash herself.

She moved over to her backpack and unpacked some of it on her table. She unpacked a parcel that was her best guarded possession. It contained tools she could not do without and also contained wound salve. She applied some of it on her savaged vagina. She noticed it didn't look or felt as usual.

Her outer labia were swollen, and her whole vagina felt warm. Now the pain was gone she felt warmth extending through the rest of her body and legs. She realised mating could be more pleasant if had been more gentle. She moved her fingers around her vagina more than strictly necessary for applying the salve.

Yes, mating could be pleasant but should be done more on her own terms than tonight. She wondered if this was part of learning to communicate, what her mother had asked of her. At least she could learn this, and with that thought she stroked herself fully.

Her aunt had been opposed to masturbation and had not allowed it in her house. She said that it interfered with brewing delicate potions. Finally, Charlotte had stopped doing it altogether, it was too impractical during trips. But Isabel was many miles away and had no say in the matter anymore.

She realised she was far more aroused by what happened that evening than she had thought to be possible. She was lying wary on her couch and could feel she had more room to move her fingers through her genitalia than before. When she was younger she just rubbed herself generally but now she was more interested in exploring her womanhood. First, lying with her legs spread outwards and following the swollen outer labia around, she used one hand to hold them open and felt the inner labia and her clitoris with her other hand.

Thinking back again to Bryan's dick she slowly put two fingers deep into herself, sending small jolts through her belly and upper legs. Oh, she was willing to try this with a man in the future and now that her fingers became wet she was moving her hand a bit wilder every time. She had missed this for a long set of years, it felt so good. Heavily breathing, she ended up using both hands to push her fingers in and out of her roughly; she felt her body spasm and a sudden wave of heat moving through her.

Her anger at Bryan was totally gone she felt sure a possible next encounter would have a far better ending. After five minutes rest she was on her feet again, work was waiting before she could go to sleep.

One pair of clothes was dirty from the trip, and her planned clean set was stained. Blood would be easy to remove now but not the next day. She stepped outside to fetch more water, and her eyes fell on two pair of boots in her outer room.

Bryan had left without them, and the town was not near; so it would be rough walking without boots. He was more impractical than Charlotte thought possible. He could have scooped them up when walking past them or could have returned fetching them without her noticing. Her mother was right, she had a lot to learn about people in general.

She hurried through the process of cleaning her clothes. They needed to be cleaner than this but scrubbing them completely could wait for later. She hoped at least one pair would be dry enough to wear in the morning and left them near the still warm fireplace to dry.

Finally she could climb into her new box-bed. Dan had done a perfect job on this house and she fell asleep instantly lying in a bed for the first time in her life. 



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 02



Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica.

Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. 

Chapter 2: Morning shower

The next morning, Charlotte woke up with the sound of hundreds of birds crying and singing like there was no tomorrow. She checked to see how dry her clothes were by now, and she was not happy. They would need to dry while she was wearing them, and that did not feel like a nice way to start the day. Well, she wanted to explore the little lake with the waterfall higher in the valley for bathing anyway, she could let her clothes dry there a little bit longer.

She fetched her cleaning rag and soap and started walking up the valley again. She walked with her legs apart a bit to prevent roughening her skin on her still, much too wet underclothes. Walking this way was awkward, but that was not the only thing bothering her right now. A couple of times as she looked around her; she felt as if someone was observing her. This feeling did not wear off till she stood on the sandy skirts of the small lake.

Charlotte was quite sure she was being followed but pondered what to do about it. She had looked forward to taking her sweet time washing herself. She wanted to visit the village and take a tour of the main valley today. But, she was not in a hurry to start while still wearing half wet clothing.

She considered if calling out would help finding the spotter or if she should walk around to try to find him. There were far too many places to sneak around here with the rather dense trees and foliage around, and she did not want to make a fool out of herself.

Well darn it, she just would do what she had planned. If someone was that interested to watch, let it be for now. More careful than she would usually do, she found a handy bush to hang her clothes on so she could easily spot them from in the water.

Then she stripped and hung her clothes up to dry some more. Armed with only her cleaning rag and soap she stepped in the water with the feeling of someone looking at her intensely. It had to be a man. As she could not think it was Bryan or Rob, it would have to be a totally unknown man.

The water was not deep and was rather cold, she was partly grateful it was not deeper, but it did only block half her calves from view. She was really giving a show to someone. She stepped under the small waterfall; it was warmer than the main stream and felt as good as she had hoped it to be.

She wondered if she would be able to concentrate on the viewer enough to tell her his exact spot but thought against it immediately. When in a tight spot she could muster that sort of thing, but it would drain her energy a lot; it was not worth it. She started with her normal washing routine which included soaping, scrubbing and washing off her breasts, armpits, legs, and vagina.

She was feeling aroused by showing off all of her body that clearly to someone she had not even seen once. Turning herself to the rocks to be less open for inspection was not an option because she wanted to keep a clear sight on her clothes. The spectators intentions were somewhat clear, but if it involved taking her clothes she would certainly do something about it.

Knowing what she knew of her struggle with Bryan the previous day, Charlotte thought up a plan to turn this situation around. When things got heated up, he clearly could not keep his breathing under check. There was some background noise here from falling water but not so loud to muffle every sound once she was out of the water. Hearing him breathe directly would make finding his exact spot almost too easy.

She was not in a hurry to put her plan into action though. The only reason she could think of to make haste was that she was holding on to her soap. It was quite sturdy but was now getting softer from the water falling around her. After taking too long, it would dissolve in the water and she did not plan on creating or trading soap in the near future. To really enjoy this water, for a long time at a stretch, she would need to get a leather pouch that was oiled on the inside and put the soap directly into it after use.

She let the water stream over her but was thinking about what she intended to do afterwards, and in anticipation she massaged her legs and breasts. She stayed clear of her womanhood though; that was part of her surprise for her current admirer.

She stroked her breasts with her fingers spread a bit to excite her already hardened nipples even further. Her entire breasts were feeling larger and definitely stood up more than usual, the combination of the cold water and her massaging had an immense effect on them. She knew the effect of cold water in the morning but had not tried to stimulate them at the same time before. Somehow she felt a lot less awkward than she had earlier.

Then the need of her scheme faded as she could suddenly feel the heat of the man looking at her. She noticed he was lying under a bush further away than she had thought. She could not detect much from him other than his projected passion but could surely recognise a distinct aura. She had him under her spell, he could still back down, but she would definitely be able to find him again in the future.

Waves from her reaction to his passion swept through her making her feel very hot. The heat from her aroused body compensated nicely for the cold of the water. Look at me as much as you like scum-bag, you are mine now. He would not turn away, he would not move to relieve himself, he was trapped in a web. Small jerks of anticipation emitted from her vagina, but she still did not touch anywhere near it. This was starting to feel good, this way of communication without words, really had a charm to it.

She was aware that his new bond to her was also partially the other way around. In the future, she would really like to return to this current feeling again, and the best way to accomplish that was with him looking her all over, again.

Now was the time to leave the water or she would lose too much precious soap. But the main act of the show would only begin with this. Her legs felt weak when she waded forward onto the sand and lay down to let her body dry in the already slightly warmer sunshine.

She pulled up her legs and spread them, turned precisely in his direction. She could almost feel the water steaming on her hot skin. She heard a gasp from him as she had anticipated, though it was not needed anymore to detect his position. His breathing sounded lighter than she had thought, this was a man but probably still mostly a boy.

She really wanted a release for herself now, so she put two fingers in her vagina again just like last evening. Had the water of the fall somehow ended up in her vagina? She felt really wet inside, drops from it were dangling from her fingers when she moved them out again and the inside felt much more smooth. Unintended she let out a soft moan.

With one hand she was stroking her clitoris and the other was moving in and out rapidly. Her breath was not controllable anymore so an unpredictable pattern of moans and heavy breathing was audible above the running water.

Her leg and abdomen muscles were moving on their own accord now lifting her bottom from the sand often and pushing it back directly after. Then she felt a familiar spasm, again running through her body, it was heavier than the last time. Together with it some type of fluid was gushing out of her body; her hands were soaked by it. It seemed even she had more to learn about the machinations of her own body.

Knowing that he would not move away anytime soon, she let her body cool down somewhat before she sat up and looked straight at his current hiding spot. "Come forward boy, let me have a look at you."

A heavy gasp of air made it clear he realised he had no chance to get out of this. She saw a figure moving reluctantly towards her. It was a young man with big eyes, a red face, and short almost black hair. He had no beard and only a small moustache on his rather pretty face. He sat up and immediately she noticed a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Charlotte was sure though he had not relieved himself yet, that same burning passing was still behind those eyes.

"What is your name boy and what is your explanation on your presence here." The sun combined well with her after glow, she was not angry at him, but she still would not let him get away with this very easily. His eyes often darted down from her face to the rest of her body he was surely not much in control of himself.

"I am Brendon. Brendon Stone from the near village," was his first reply and continued after a pause in which he hoped on a distraction. "Yesterday evening I saw Bryan coming into the village and I wanted to know what had happened and who it was that did that to him."

A bit surprised Charlotte asked further, "What did you see then? What do you think I did to Bryan?"

"He had rips from this blouse bound around his feet, but they still bled a little. He walked quite stiff as if he had fallen on his back from a tree. And he looked just like he did after he stole apples from my dad a couple of years ago, and had gotten a beating for that."

Charlotte had to think about this before she reacted. "Those wounded feet were totally by his own doing, the rest was due to an unfortunate encounter we had yesterday." Brendon listened interested though he might have done that even if Charlotte had spoken gibberish. "You do not seem to be much afraid of me even after seeing the state he was in."

"No," said Brendon speaking more to Charlotte's breasts than her face right now. "Bryan is known to get into trouble with women around town, that is no reason for me to be wary."

Charlotte was getting both aroused and annoyed again by this young man. "What is so exciting about these breasts that you look at them constantly? Often they are a nuisance hurting me when I am climbing trees. They are more than 3 times larger than needed to feed a child if you take animals into account. Most of them is just fat."

Brendon took some real effort to keep his gaze to Charlotte's face. "They look really good, much better than any I have seen on other women. But the only ones I have seen closely were those of my mothers. May I touch them, Please?" Said Brendon moving forwards slightly and breathing a bit harder than before.

Charlotte had no more sexual activity planned for this morning, but felt almost compelled to allow Brendon to touch her. At least he had the courtesy to ask, in contrast to Bryan earlier. "No, I will not reward your sneaking up on me any further. I will not mate with you until I have my hands on something to prevent childbirth."

Looking at the almost physical pain that washed over Brendon's body after her refusal, Charlotte added, "My plan is to find some things today that will help me with it; so you might have better luck tomorrow." Brendon looked so surprised and hopeful at the same time that Charlotte laughed out loud, this morning was turning out better than she had hoped.

She stood up and walked to her clothes, which had more time already to dry in the wind that flowed through the valley. Brendon was lying on his belly with his hands under his chin looking at her slightest move. "You are much more exciting than the girls from the villages around here."

"What is your age?" Asked Charlotte when she was clothed again.

"I became 18 at the end of last autumn." Charlotte had been right, he was still half boy and half man.

"See you tomorrow then," was Charlotte's reply and that promise seemed to be satisfying Brendon enough, so he stayed where he was and did not try to follow her again.

Having burned more energy than planned this morning, Charlotte was getting hungry. She had to make something to eat quickly, and she wanted to save her last remaining rations. The easiest way to nutrition she knew was the stinging nettles she had seen growing close to the trees by her house. There was a trick to pick them without any burning to her hands and soon she had a whole bunch ready to create a soup.

Before she had the chance to put them into a boiling pot, she heard someone knocking on her door.

"Come in please," was her reaction and the big shape of Dan stepped into her house.

"Good morning Charlotte, how are you today?" was his concerned greeting.

"Welcome and good morning to you Dan. I am fine, your bed is fantastic, I slept like a rose." As her skin was still glowing from this mornings exercise, that statement would be very convincing.

Dan looked embarrassed by her response though Charlotte could not determine why. "Bryan has not finished his job here yesterday, and he flatly refused to come this morning. Should I be angrier with him than I am already?"

"Oh Dan. Please do not feel angry at Bryan. He and I just had a misunderstanding yesterday, is Bryan alright? Would you at least take his shoes to him or I will bring them myself."

Dan was not convinced by this. "I hope that the misunderstanding had nothing to do with him hurting you in any way. I'll get him for that, and no, he is not all right in his old worn shirt and old boots, looking guilty as hell."

Charlotte threw her arms around the big man trying to alter his opinion about the matter. "Please Dan, I hurt Bryan quite a bit yesterday do not make him suffer more than that."

The feeling of her hugging him definitely had an impact on Dan's resolve. He shrugged his shoulders moving somewhat in her embrace. "Alright, I will forgive him, but only because you asked."

"Oh thank you Dan," said Charlotte kissing him on his cheek, making the man's face turn red. Charlotte also enjoyed how much those further useless breasts seemed to impact the males around her, they were handier here, than earlier in the mountains. She held on to Dan a little longer just for the sake of it.

Looking quite lost, Dan started protesting after some time, "I had better finish your roof today." Reluctantly Charlotte let him go. She realised then, that she liked this man a lot.

Seeing her cooking her meal, made Dan look even more embarrassed. "I should have brought you food, stupid of me that I didn't think of it before."

"But you did so much for me already Dan. I really cannot accept more from you and your family. You do not have to provide for everything I might need."

"At least go and fetch a sack of flour from farmer Abbot. Everybody is allowed to bake their bread in the village bakery, his son was also healed by your mother."

"You are far too good for me, but thanks for that one, I will visit him today. I should build up stock after all." After making up her mind for a moment, she asked, "Dan, would you mind lending me a chisel? I would like to carve tree trunks to guide fresh water to my house."

"Of course. I'll leave a couple here after work. Return them any time after you're finished. That sounds like a clever plan.

"I'll start working then, and I'll leave you to your chores." With that Dan walked outside, and later she heard him climbing and hammering on the roof. Charlotte finished cooking her soup and ate half of it.

Then she took out her herb gathering bag, picked up Bryan's shoes, and started walking down to the village. During the walk, she has already started planning for herself, how she would create a lovely herb garden by her house.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 03



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Chapter 3: Into town

Walking toward the town, Charlotte often stopped to inspect the plant life around her. This was clearly an ordinary valley with grass on the outside and ploughed fields closer to town. There were lines of trees with bushes around the fields. On steep sections, there were groups of trees where the ground would just wash away without them. She was starting from scratch so even common herbs would be handy to have on stock. Moreover, she even found flowers that she had rarely seen before; her bag was filling steadily.

On closer inspection, the village consisted of two streets with houses built by them and a couple of farms further away flanking the fields. Even in the village, there was enough room around the houses for vegetable gardens.

Two roads were visible leading away from the village, one leading roughly westwards down the valley to probably more open terrain outside the mountains. The other road led towards the castle and was mostly hidden from view by forest but probably led to the castle gates after a few sharp curves along the slope.

A noticeable path led upwards from the village to the north. This village had some traffic from people climbing a lower pass through the mountains than the one Charlotte had used. However, that pass did not lead much closer to where her aunt lived.

Getting close to the town, she followed a small path, which led her down to a bridge that crossed the main stream running through the valley. The bridge was built from rope with enough planks attached to it to allow walking across it. It was constructed for humans to cross. With cattle, you had to travel lower into the valley to find a place to wade the water. That would be the main reason the side of the valley she lived was sparser used.

Walking up again on the other side of the stream, she could hear children's voices trailing downwards from the houses. After a few moments, she walked past a house onto the main street of the village.

A few houses along the street, a young woman was busy rotating a wooden wheel attached to ropes. Charlotte walked in her direction curious about what she was doing, on closer inspection; she was busy creating a new rope.

"Good day lady," greeted Charlotte making the woman look up from her work. She had been concentrating enough, to miss her approach. "Do you have rope on offer for trading?"

The woman was frowning, being pulled out of her concentration but did not dwell on it. She took some time gazing with a sharp gaze at Charlotte before the replied. "You're not from this town or any of them near, I am Louise Robbins," and extended a hand to her.

"Charlotte Cartwright, nice to meet you," was Charlotte's reply while shaking hands. Louise's hands were tougher, and she had a stronger grip than Charlotte. She reminded Charlotte of some of the witches she knew who lived higher up the mountains. She had a rather slender body but with power in her muscles and reddish brown flowing hair.

"About trade, I have the largest set of goods on offer in Roding. Step into my shop to have a look yourself," said Louise walking into the house, leaving her work for now. Most of the house was used as a store, with boxes and racks filled with all kinds of items.

The moment Charlotte entered the darker house; she noticed two yellow eyes and a lot of anxiety and hostility projected towards her. A young almost black cat was standing up from a barrel it had a white collar and one white paw.

"The cat is free with any purchase," said Louise, "the wretched thing has scratched me far too often by now to outweigh its use of catching vermin."

Charlotte was pleasantly surprised. She would need a cat very soon to guard her stock of herbs and food. But taming a cat could mean hard work; this one clearly had a history of fighting with people.

"That is a splendid offer, I could even find you a more docile cat as a replacement first, there are bound to be many cats around the farms here."

"It is just my luck with them, often they run away, but sometimes they fight with me for the place."

"We can work something out I am sure, I have a way with animals." said Charlotte extending a hand towards the vicious beast.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," was Louise's response, but the cat did not fight and fled to a corner of the room. "Such a move would have left me with claw marks already. Here, have a look at my ropes."

There were a few stacks of rope on a shelf, but those were far too frail to Charlotte's liking. Further on the shelf was a heavier rope. She reached for it and felt it was strong and durable.

"Directly going for the best quality," was Louise's snide but also somewhat approving remark. "That'll cost you something, it took a long time to create, and most customers are happy with the lighter ones like what I'm making today."

"Could I have it together with some oil and a leather pouch? I am afraid though I do not have anything to offer in exchange other than a sack of flour I'll pick up later."

"Trying to buy things and being broke; you must be the person staying in Dan Parker's newly built house. Many of the items here are by his hands, so I'll trust you with this. I'll want something better than flour for it eventually though. Flour is not worth much in a town filled with mostly farmers. You had a row with Bryan yesterday I guess; this is the first day in ages that he didn't bother me during my work."

"I brought him his shoes where can I find him?" was Charlotte's reply while untying the shoes, which she had fastened to her belt for easier travelling.

"Better give them to me. Bryan was totally beside himself this morning. Shying away from everybody. He would probably just start running like that cat when he spots you. What did you do to him? It might come handy when a stranger would try to rob me."

"I don't know exactly what happened, I told him to 'be off me' more forcefully than appropriate, I guess. It might have had a strong effect on his guilt, and I do not know if it'll wear off easily," was the honest description from Charlotte.

"Did you curse him permanently? Oh, but I still secretly had plans for Bryan." The earlier bravery had suddenly and completely dropped from both Louise's voice and stance. "Sometimes he acts like a jerk, but he works hard and has some talent.

"I do not have any family left and was taken care of by these kind villagers, they gave me a job, and it gave me a good living." Hearing such a small voice from the firm woman was unnerving for Charlotte.

"Sorry, I don't know what to do about it. I've never used my words against someone as off guard as Bryan before. But I promise that if there is a way to lift it, I'll find it and help him."

Louise moved silent around her shop and exchanged the three goods Charlotte needed for Bryan's shoes. "Here you are. I trust you'll do what you can for us." Then she led Charlotte outside and turned herself to her work again.

"Louise, before I go. Where do the Parker's live?"

"They are not hard to find, they live in the only really upright building in town. No, that is not fair, it is the biggest one, and the other is Bryan's home."

With this knowledge, Charlotte could almost directly spot the Parker's house further up the street. She went there to visit as Dan had asked and was welcomed warmly by Ilsa Parker.

The woman was clearly younger than Dan. Last years troubles seemed to still affect her though. Any time one of her three children moved out of her direct sight, she called them. Dropping what she was doing till she knew and saw they were safe. This obviously impacted both her and her children. Her eleven-year-old son Marvin was affected the most being quite lively by nature. Charlotte stayed no longer than was courteous and was on her way to farmer Abbot shortly thereafter.

The solemn farmer was immediately willing to give her a sack of his flour. Even urging her to take more if she needed it. He climbed into the village's granary where one sack of his stock was lowered into Charlotte's hands. She declined the help of one of his sons to carry it home for her. She started her walk back a bit slower because of her burden, but was not uncomfortable.

As the granary was built at the back street of the town, she would not pass Louise again. The moment she entered the main street, a carriage from the main road passed her. It was pulled by two horses with the driver riding on one of them. Not far from her position, it suddenly stopped beside the road.

It was not clear to Charlotte what had made it stop. She stepped to the other side of the road to pass it later.

There were two men sitting in the wagon, one elder and one younger both in fine clothes. They completely ignored Charlotte while looking to the other side. She heard them talk.

"Why not try your luck in town, Patrick? There are fine maidens like her living here. I would not be opposed to seeing fresh faces in the castle."

"Father, what do you urge me to do? Find a companion for myself or find a young flower for you?"

"At least spread your wings, boy. Those musty walls do not hold a lot that should interest you at your age."

With those words, the carriage started to roll again. Soon Charlotte could see the person they had talked about. A young pretty woman with long hair, wearing better clothes than the other villagers, walked by the street red-faced. Clearly, she had noticed the attention from the carriage, though the exact words would have been lost on her due to the distance between them.

With the sack on her shoulder, Charlotte walked on and left the street behind her. From her previous encounters with men, she could not imagine one of them needed that much encouragement to search the company of a woman. There had to be a reason behind this scene. However, whatever it was, it had to wait for later because right now she just wanted to return home.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 04



Searching herbs for Charlotte's project but finding a lot more than that.

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Chapter 4: Forest meet

Around noon, Charlotte arrived at her house, meeting Dan again who was tidying up his gear preparing to leave. He ran to fetch the heavy sack from her shoulder.

"Hi Dan, worried that I would run out of breath?" she teased him.

"That farmer should have sent someone to help you carry it."

"He tried, but I declined, I want to remain independent. There are not a lot people to help me deeper in the mountains. I might want to return there someday, but I would be spoiled."

Against this reasoning, Dan had no reply, but he still carried the sack inside.

"I was about to return home, you already took Bryan's shoes to town it seems."

"Yes, I visited Louise and left them there." She took off the loops of rope from her shoulder displaying her purchase. "I got this nice rope and a few extra goods from her."

"Ah yes, Louise, she really grew into a nice, hard working woman. She tends to the shop that Ilsa previously managed." With that bit of knowledge, Dan's spirit faltered somewhat. "You visited Ilsa too, I suppose?"

"Ilsa has welcomed me too, yes. As you can guess, I noticed her troubles quite clearly. I would love to help you and her to pick-up her life better than this, but right now, I am at a loss as to how. Her love for her children is so profound but it's also torturing her."

Dan sighed, "I am coping with it. At least we are healthy and well off." His shoulders slumped down.

"Please, eat a cup of soup with me," said Charlotte while already prodding around to make fire. "I would like you to leave here in better spirits."

Without further talking, Dan waited, grateful to be with someone understanding.

After a few sips from the soup, Charlotte asked, "You and Ilsa probably do not relieve stress by mating right now."

Dan turned quite red by that bold remark but agreed, "We do not have sex; Ilsa could not take the extra burden of carrying another child."

Charlotte's mind was plotting on that. "There are options though, sex is possible without mating, and mating could be possible with halted fertility."

Dan clearly was not used to discussing such topics, and looked lost. "I do not understand what you imply here."

Once again, Charlotte hugged the big man. "Ignore my rather rude scheming, Dan. In time, I hope to think up some good advice. Right now, just know I care about you and Ilsa."

Then the big man turned and hugged her back. "Take care of yourself, my child; come to me if you need anything." Then, he returned to the village.

After he left her, Charlotte started with the much needed remodeling of her home. She fastened long loops of rope to her walls to allow items to be fastened to it. The first herbs and flowers were hung up there to dry. Another string was used to support often-used tools like her pot. After that change, the house looked better suited to a witch.

Now it was time to find out why her mother Bianca had bothered to live here before. There should have been a very good reason for her to be this entangled into society. It certainly had something to do with being a unique spot for herbs. Charlotte only needed to do some walking around to find it. It wouldn't be far away.

She followed the valley north guessing that the slopes there would get the most sun and soon was rewarded. She could spot a gentler slope ahead that had grass on it but was surrounded by forest. It was sheltered from the wind but got a lot of sun. A couple of plants would grow there that had no chance in other places in the mountains. Charlotte quickened her pace eager to explore the place.

Soon, she arrived, walking out from the trees. It had been a climb to get there. On her way back, she would search for an easier route but had not bothered about it now. She took her time to smell the variety of odors hanging in the warmer air. This truly was a remarkable place.

Now her attention turned to the forms and colors of all the flowers and herbs around her. Knowing that she would come here often in the future, she directly started looking for something to aid her with her most pressing need. What could help her to prevent getting pregnant, the men around were too common and too lustful that she wanted to interact with them more on equal grounds. They could run around ignoring the effects of their actions where women had to bear the results.

More on smell than any other indication, her attention was pulled to a small purple flower in the grass. She had seen it before; it had quite some potential but was shunned by witches. The reason was that its sap was what she was after. But exposing the sap to air, quickly reduced it to nothing special. She had to come up with a plan for it. That oil still in her pocket could possibly do the trick, if she could enclose the sap in it before it was wasted.

Her bag was opened, and some drops of oil were put on a small wooden plank. She cut the flower loose, pushed a drop of sap from its stem and let it emerge in the oil. It worked well enough, but not more than an extra small drop could be squeezed from the flower. For her potion, she would need more than that. She started looking around for more of these flowers. There had to be more than one, but there wasn't another one in sight.

"Stop with that you lump!" said a voice from near her feet. "Don't you cut that flower and just throw it carelessly away. Take better care of these things that are dear to me."

Searching for the source of the sound Charlotte's gaze fell on a small figure flying close to her leg. "Pardon me, I really need their sap," was her response, could she argue with the thing? Isabel had warned her quite sternly about interacting with fairies, but she had not encountered them before. Was that from the same book as her dislike of masturbation?

"There are better ways to get to it than that. You could pull the sap and still allow for them to live. It's not that hard when knowing how to do the trick."

Charlotte pondered on that. "It would surely involve being little like you." After that statement, her perspective on the world suddenly started shifting down. She lost hold of her plank, but it did not tumble or fell very far. Then, everything went dark.

She was struggling to get out from under the heavy black sheets that were pushing her down. It was not difficult, but the sheets were big. After a while, she climbed into the sunlight again. The big stems of plants first puzzled her, but she soon could tell that she saw grass and flowers growing high above her head. Naked, she walked around looking for the fairy that had shrunk her a moment ago. The flapping of big butterfly wings warned her of her near landing.

Standing before her was a roughly girl shaped figure. It had small flat breasts and a somewhat alien looking face with pointy ears. There were hardly any round forms on the fairy in stark contrast to Charlotte's own body. Though she was naked, it looked totally normal, just like with the animals. There were relatively huge butterfly wings attached to her back extending way above her head. Even being small, she had to use wings that were relatively much larger than a bird needed. But the wings looked gorgeous from up close, in stark contrast to the rather plain figure attached to it.

"Hello, my name is Charlotte, thank you to allow me to still gather the sap after wasting such a nice flower." There were hurt feelings here that needed addressing.

"You may call me Lilah as my siblings do," was the answer she got. Charlotte had trouble reading any emotion from the fairy. "Can you climb onto the plank, so that we can move on," was the strange advice that the fairy had for her.

She saw her wooden board lying nearby and walked towards it. She needed to lift herself up onto it by her arms and managed to scramble up on top of it. The moment she wanted to stand up the wood quivered and started to rise from the grass like an invisible hand had scooped it up. The fairly flew before her to a different part of the meadow. A few more of these mysterious flowers grew here. After landing, Charlotte let herself slide from her plank and walked to the stem of one of them.

"Put both hands flat on it, move them up and down. Pull your hands towards you breathing in real sharp, a drop will then emerge." Charlotte followed the instructions and soon had a big bowl of liquid hanging between her hands. She was almost blown away by the power that emitted from it. The whole surface of the drop was brimming from a reaction with the air around her. She hurried back to the plank and was suddenly lifted by her arms with fairy hands. With a swoop, she landed on the wood. She quickly let the liquid fall in the oil that was on it.

The oil closed over the drop and the reaction stopped. Charlotte stood still for a moment letting the effect from the sap wear off a bit. She felt aroused and felt some rejuvenation, the second effect she needed for the potion. She needed her organs to keep their state even in the presence of male sperm. This was really going to work.

Moving back to the same plant made the fairy react. "That plant gave its part, move on towards the next." That was correct. It would need enough sap to survive, and there were more of these flowers here.

After fetching four more drops from different flowers, Charlotte was exhausted with climbing and flying around. She sat down on the side of the board. Then she saw a mouse moving past her, it stopped a moment to look at her and then went on it's way again.

She addressed the fairy that landed besides her. "The animals seem to leave us at peace; they could harm us though when we are this small."

Lilah thought about it. "Most creatures will know better than to hurt our kind. Some birds of prey sometimes try it, but they learn."

Charlotte could not think what she could do against the claws of an incoming falcon if it would think of her as a snack. However, the fairy probably had something to defend itself with. She let her back fall down on the wood looking upwards to the trees high above her. But her thoughts were disturbed by voices from the other side of the meadow.

"Who would leave their clothes lying around like that? Look, it is from a woman. It's a skirt and a blouse. Even the underclothes are lying under it. Everything is only black, what a shame, colored clothes are much nicer." A young female voice was cheerfully drifting over the grass. But the subject made Charlotte stand up somewhat concerned. Lilah was watching too.

Two persons were standing by her clothes; it was the young woman in the nice clothes from this morning, and with her was the young lord Patrick from the carriage. "I think this is a splendid idea, you should leave your clothes here too," was the remark from Patrick.

"You would wish that? No, thank you, I like my clothes on me and..." She was stopped by the man kissing her, but she broke that soon after. She ran from him but it was not that quick or very far. "I am a prudent woman; keep your hands from my bust." But that was clearly a taunt. She was smiling brightly. Patrick made a leap towards her that she dodged. "Oh help me; I am being chased by my Lordship." She ran away, but was caught very quickly. They fell, but as they landed, a ripping noise sounded over the grass. A bit of a struggle was heard, but they did not talk again through their heavy breathing.

Charlotte could not see them through the high grass but had a fairly good notion what was going on next to her on the meadow. The fairy smiled and asked, "Shall we have a look at those two humans there? Or don't you think it's prudent sneaking up on them."

"Are you that interested? This is what humans often do, not much can stop them at it. Besides, what is your age that you could not have experienced it before?"

The fairy looked puzzled and frowned. "Some hundred years have passed by since I woke. I sometimes take the pleasure watching people mate." The creature sounded mildly interested but not that concerned. "It seems like they have stopped."

Quicker than Charlotte had thought, the two young people were lying away from each other. One thing was sure to her, Patrick had relieved himself and the woman had not. "Oh no, you tore up my clothes," sounded her voice accusingly. Followed by, "and I feel dirty." This clearly had not pleased the maiden, and the man had no answer to it being out of energy.

"Is it often that people are unhappy after their act?" asked Charlotte towards the fairy, "You have seen them more than me."

Lilah shrugged her shoulders "A lot of humans only think about themselves. It does not matter much to them what others feel."

Charlotte was already thinking of a way to get men care more about their partner. She would not have liked to be in the position of the woman here, and could not really think of what she could do to prevent herself such a future.

"I could interfere with them if you wished," Charlotte looked surprised at the fairy.

"Could you do something to make her happy?" Lilah nodded, "That would be fun indeed."

The fairy walked forwards a step, and flew into the air. It landed in the grass away from Charlotte, who tried to stretch herself to see something through the grass. There was a sudden intake of air, and then the fairy landed again near her.

Not much happened at first but Lilah collapsed on the wood and her wings faded out of sight. She was breathing heavily. "What happened to you? What did you do to them?" asked Charlotte.

"He got his lust returned to him, even though his body is not ready yet," was the explanation of the fairy. Charlotte could sense Patrick building heat though he was invisible to her due to her size. She was amazed; he would not be able to release himself in quite some time but even got more drive than before.

She could not help herself saying, "You have to teach me that trick." That burdened the totally spent fairy a lot, she was shaking her head and hands unable to speak or move more that that. In a moment, she told Charlotte more by mind than actual speech.

"No, don't ask for something than I cannot help you with, that pains me. Just let me feel what he does with her now."

Then the fairy fell still, almost unconscious, though Charlotte was sure the magical being was just utterly exhausted and needed time to charge her powers again. She had felt this once herself when she had been very angry at her mother. She had been told to leave and live with her aunt. She had struck out with all of her will to change Bianca's resolve but had only managed to deplete herself. She had been foolish and young.

Then an angry voice broke her reflections. "Keep those filthy hands off me!" Charlotte noticed that her own hands were now placed high on the fairies stomach close to her breasts. Her body had responded to the fairies request on its own accord, she was now under the influence of some kind of spell. But the fairy had been spent already. She had also felt no one casting near her. Still she climbed on the fairy pressing it down on the wood.

"Urg, let me loose, you have done enough already." The young female did not sound any happier yet with Patrick sitting on her. Charlotte's hands moved from the stomach up to the breasts of the fairy gripping them firmly and then started squeezing them. "You rip my clothes; you fill me up, and now hurt me. Stop it you fool!" Was the complaint and her grip on the breasts was loosened a bit but the groping continued.

"Please leave me be, I feel so dirty already," was the much weaker complaint as he did continue his work. Charlotte moved down a bit along Lilah's nimble body, starting sucking, and licking her nipples letting her saliva drip on them. "No, no, no," was the now weak complaint of the maiden as the still groping hands were distributing it more over her breasts.

"But I like you to be more dirty than this," was the first remark of Patrick in a while as he glided his legs along the body. Charlotte felt a response from her own body as she shoved it over the fairy. Even so high that her hips touched her breasts. She had not been aroused by those breasts like Patrick was with those of the maiden.

"Let's have a look here," was his comment as he straddled one leg of the woman moving a hand to her vagina. "No, not there," Charlotte could hear her complain weakly.

"Now here is some filth, all right, let me help you with that." Charlotte rubbed between the fairies legs and then moving to smear something out on her breasts.

"This is so gross," was the surprised maiden's response as he continued to spread his semen along her body and breasts. He even spit on her a couple of times adding to the effect. Though Lilah responded not a lot, the maiden was quivering with every touch and smear.

He then picked some of the buttercups around them and held them up to her face. "Look at these flowers, my lady, are they not pretty." Then he crushed and spread them between her breasts adding the sap and crushed bits to her plight. It got her to squeak and shudder profoundly. Still, Patrick looked happier by this state of affair than the woman.

"Let's get these nice clothes off before they stain even more." The man started to remove her dress gaining no further complaints. "Here is the source of that filth, let's clean that up," he said pushing her legs apart.

Now Charlotte bowed towards the fairy with uncertain feelings because the being reacted so little to anything. But she was still completely compelled to follow through with the action licking between the lips with much saliva and even taking time smearing it out across the belly. She was hearing gasps from the woman though, with every move that she made. That still excited her enough to not build up more awkward feelings.

Then she lifted the elf up from the wood by her legs, putting her tongue deep into her vagina. She pulled back a bit to spit in it, and continued licking it. The woman started breathing heavily, and that signaled Patrick to start sucking harder. The woman finally had too much and cried out with her release. The man still had a lot of time to go before he could ejaculate again, so he did not release her and continued on while the woman was thrashing in his grip. He often struggled to keep a hold on her and continued licking and sucking the still very sensitive woman.

When he'd had enough of it, he lowered her and turned her onto her belly in the grass. The thought of objecting was not on her mind when he raised her bottom up getting her on her knees. He pushed her legs outside and sat between them. The fairy definitely had a slimmer bottom than the maiden would have. He took some time admiring this view of her still much in heat himself.

He extended a hand and moved between her legs making her gasp. Then he moved it up a bit saying. "This looks filthy too." And with that, the woman started to panic again.

"No, please no, that is too gross. I will do anything but please not that." Patrick was now definitely aware of her feelings, and was using them as much as he could. He spread her buttocks with his hands, while she tried to crawl out of his reach, but she was no match for him.

"This looks really delicious," was his comment and he licked her anus, making her yelp. Now even the fairy started shuddering to Charlotte's tongue. He licked around, even entering her with the tip of his tongue. Both maiden and Lilah moaned. "I have to explore this spot a little more."

Patrick put a finger in his mouth making it as wet as what would stick to it and pushed it into the ass of the maiden. He almost lost her from his grip, putting an arm around her hips to prevent her to move. His finger still secured deep in her.




Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 04



"Oh no, please, oh no," was her complaint as he moved it out halfway and pushing it in deep again. Charlotte could feel muscles working around her finger. He started moving more steadily building up pace under the sound of even less congruent complaints. Then he stopped saying: "When one fits, why not two," getting a small scream before he pushed in two fingers.

He moved them around a bit but the screams died down to shuddered breathing as she had given up. This was not as he liked, getting up and putting his erect penis in her womanhood.

Charlotte followed in the movement without any effect. She felt a hand of the fairy on her arm. "This would be enough." This released the compelling from her abruptly.

Lilah was looking livelier than earlier. She was studying Charlotte moving her hands to touch places on her nearby body. She pointed out places where the two differed the most like if the fairy was remembering what a woman looked like exactly. She deliberately touched her cheeks, lips and ears. That soft warm touch and the fairy's concentration made Charlotte's face glow.

Then Lilah moved to her arms and to her body. She spent some time with her breasts and though she did only touch them, they reacted to the touch like her rubbing and the cold water had done in the morning. She moved along her belly to her legs touching them on the outside with the same warm effect. When she touched more to the inside, Charlotte could feel her legs open as if they needed that on their own. She could see it coming but her body still jumped at the touch to her vagina with the same intense feeling. Lilah did not dwell there long to Charlotte's mild dissatisfaction.

Lilah's two eyes were fixed directly on her face. "Will you help release my body after showing you that trick I used on him?" Charlotte did not know exactly what the fairy meant but agreed to the concept without second thoughts.

Then the fairy put her hand almost lovingly on Charlotte's hip and a warm feeling raced through her body. She tried not to focus on the result but on the energy flow so she could repeat it later on other people. Because she held herself open, the transmission did not take that much of a toll on the fairy while she still got the maximum result.

Charlotte felt her body being aroused beyond anything she had experienced before. Even the wind, that softly stroked by her body, felt like a hot touch. Getting the full effects on the shape of her breasts and vagina without any massaging. She wanted to share some of that feeling with Lilah but did not know how to approach that. Lilah was looking at her intently laying on her back while, in the background, the young couple was still mating to their hearts content. She could shut that out; focusing only on Lilah, knowing what had moved her and what not. It was strange, but in this state, her body was so aroused she felt no urge for release. There was no build-up needed any more.

With full concentration, she started to replay the act of the fairy on its body touching all places that differed the most for her. At each touch, the eyes of Lilah flashed as if she remembered something she had forgotten. Tracing the body did also excite the fairy a lot more than her earlier much more intimate stroking and sucking. There had to be an enchantment or spell on Lilah that prevented her sexual arousal.

The last place Charlotte touched, were the vaginal lips and with a physical shock, the fairy started a transformation. She got a more full and human face and regular breasts. Her thighs and bottom grew leaving a healthy female that still looked like Lilah lying on the wooden plank.

Now her intention of sharing her current feelings could be set in motion. With some stroking, the fairy's nipples felt hard, and she sucked them lightly to tease them. Lilah reacted quickly after being deprived of it for quite a long time. She continued to massage her breasts when Charlotte turned again to the fairy's womanhood.

Lilah's vagina looked just like that of a healthy woman in some heat, and she licked it until the fairy responded to it with light gasps. Lilah urged Charlotte to turn around, so both of them faced the others vagina. That felt great, her body reacted enthusiastic to the tongue of the fairy, and she started to have problems licking Lilah back though the fairy did not seem to mind. Every time she could reach the fairy with her tongue, Lilah quivered with her whole body.

Not long after that, they released almost together and lay down near each other feeling content. The meadow was silent again. Curious Charlotte tried to hear where the lovebirds had gone but could not detect them.

"Lilah," asked Charlotte lazily, "is it possible to lift a shame curse? I have put one on a man when I forcefully told him to remove himself and his penis from me. He should be ashamed normally, but I enhanced that feeling a lot. He does not look at any female right now even the ones that he likes."

Lilah concentrated a bit to think about what to answer. During this, her cheeks slimmed a bit towards her normal fairy face again. "He only needs to be confronted with his deed and his desires."

Charlotte was happy with that answer, she could work with that. She bowed over the fairy and kissed her gently. "Thank you for that, it means a lot to me. Can I help you with something too?"

The fairy shook her head. "That is not needed anymore. You helped me more today than many have before."

Witches were related to fairies, Charlotte had heard, and some traits of them remained like the compelling to grant wishes after you asked someone a favor before. It was not something that came up a lot with witches in real life because they were careful enough to prevent it. Charlotte had found out today that she was still part of that tradition.

"I have to go then to finish my work for today." Lilah then stood up and lead Charlotte a couple of steps from her plank. Then she stroked her back and Charlotte grew back to her normal size. She had lost sight of the fairy but had found her plank in front of her feet.

She walked through the grass to where she had left her bag and clothes. However, her blouse and skirt were missing. They had robbed her of her clothes to give the maiden something to wear that was not torn. Charlotte just sighed at this, put her underclothes on and started her walk home. She would really need extra clothing soon at the rate that she lost them.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 05



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Chapter 5: Potion preparation

Charlotte hurried home to try to retain her current mood. She needed herself to be open for any signals when she created a new type of potion. During the walk she even fantasized about being seen by men, they still amazed her with their fascinations of breasts, probably because they did not have much themselves.

After an uneventful walk, she arrived home and immediately fetched a lot of firewood and water for the process. She didn't bother to eat, she didn't want the distraction and weariness that a full stomach would bring. After having everything she might need in her room, she stripped out of her clothes. She would make this potion naked. She thought that fitting for a potion that would prevent childbirth.

Her fire wasn't big, but hot enough to warm her and make her skin glow. She was thankful to Dan for the grating that prevented sparks, that could leave marks on her skin. One day she would repay his kindness to her in full, even though he had already helped her because of her mother's favor.

The point of potions was two fold. It was much less energy consuming for a witch to make than getting the same effect directly and it allowed her to concentrate on the effects beforehand, when later she may need her attention elsewhere. They were also a significant trading item between witches and sometimes even with others, though not all potions were usable by ordinary people. When of a good quality, this potion might make her rich inside the circle of witches. Though that almost never involved getting better or more physical goods.

One problem she needed to address was getting a long active-time from this potion. It was quite a bit of work to get the special ingredient and these flowers were rare. This would mean she needed an active time of about a year, and that was extremely long, for most potions.

She had a few 'miss brews', but that was expected. Even though one she retained, "the rejuvenation effect" was misaligned a lot, but it could still heal scratched or broken skin when correctly used. It would have a long lasting effect against very small wounds.

It was dark for quite awhile before she was content with what she had brewed. It was in the second half of spring, so the days were getting longer. She threw herself into bed feeling exhausted and was asleep almost immediately.

Far too soon, she awoke feeling ravenous. She cooked spiced up pancakes for breakfast. She would have liked to have real bread, but that would have to wait a little longer. This day was already too short for everything she had planned.

She took the new leather pouch and soaked it with oil, after repeating that for a few days, it would seal the seams enough for it to be watertight. It would function good enough for her today though, so she gathered her soap and some of her brew and walked outside. Time for her daily shower.

At her favourite lake, she found Brendon who was there playing with a stick. "Good morning, Brendon. How was your night?"

"My night? Not good, I did not sleep at all last night. You cursed me too, witch."

"Oh my, were you too busy trying to relieve yourself of the tension, from my promise for this morning? A small price to pay under the wrath of the mighty witch," Said Charlotte, smiling bright at the young man. He was cranky enough that he did not appreciate her teasing much. "Come and join me in the water, let's see if my aunt was right about people not prepared to clean themselves, and you can wash my back for me."

She enjoyed herself pulling Brendon's clothing just the right way, so he had a little difficulty getting out of them. Teasing him was almost too easy with his current lack of sleep. After some time, she even wondered if he would be awake enough later for her to check if her potion worked. Well, he was young, he should have some durability in his genitals.

The tension from the morning before was pretty much absent during the shower, but she enjoyed the water and the washing nonetheless. She also marvelled at how much difference there was between an erection and being limp with a man. That should be handy because running or climbing could become hazardous with too much volume down there. If only her breasts could manage that change in size, it would have prevented her a couple of bruises while climbing.

After washing, they lay on the sand, without the internal heat from yesterday it was feeling a little chilly, but that could be mended. She jumped up again pulling Brendon with her and ran up and down the grass. When drier and warmer, she let herself fall on the grass tackling Brendon in the same movement. Before she would apply the potion, she needed to be aroused more; she pulled Brendon near and kissed him. During the kiss, she got a hold of one of his arms and pulled it against her body.

He was slow on the uptake today, but it didn't take long after that, he had his hands on her buttocks and he was answering her kisses with passion. Not that much activity in his lower region yet, but that was fine, she needed to apply the potion first anyway. He had waited all day yesterday for this morning, so he was eager enough to help her heat up now.

More careful than needed, Brendon massaged her breasts. She let him be for a while and then having motherly feelings, gripped his head in her arms smouldering him with her breasts. Not long after that they were excited enough that she straddled his face and pushed her vagina onto him to be licked. He made a real effort to please her, though she was sure he'd had no previous experience with a woman in this way; he would be a quick learner. Before he had enough, Charlotte climaxed relieving the pent up energy she still had conserved from last night. Oh, it did feel good to have someone at hand to please her this way. Masturbation was fine in itself, but this not knowing what he would do with his tongue or lips next was a treat in itself.

Charlotte stood up and walked to her clothes getting the flask with her potion. She sat down near the curious looking man and let herself fall backwards in the grass lifting her legs at the same time. Again she would give quite a show for Brendon to see, but after yesterday she liked his gaze on her private parts. She started with two fingers in her womanhood pulling it in different ways from the inside. Then the pushed in three fingers, then four. She wanted her hand to be as far inside of herself as possible before she would get to the potion.

Not long after. she joined her thumb with her fingers breathing heavily already by the amount of rubbing this caused to her genitals. But the palm of the hand was giving her some difficulty getting in. Quickly she checked Brendon, but his hands were way too big to help here. She even thought about using his penis but quickly rejected that notion she would have no control of it and could create a nice erect penis for a year instead of the effect she wanted. She just had to endure a bit more; a baby would be bigger than her hand and would use the same corridor.

She put a lot of saliva on her whole hand and tried again using her other hand to push harder. Brendon looked like he wanted to help, but she declined that. The muscles in her womb were the limiting factor here, not how hard she could push. Then with a sigh she managed to get her hand in completely moving it in and out a couple of times to be sure that it would work with a potion on her fingers. Her already profoundly stimulated body made her come twice before she had the courage to apply the potion.

The next step went so smooth that she laughed at herself for how cautious she had been. She felt her womb react to the potion and felt its energy radiating through her body. Not sure if it stabilized directly she wanted to give it a bit more time and she then crawled to Brendon. Now she would try something new she had thought about earlier. Brendon was taken back clearly by how she looked like she was hunting for prey.

She pushed him on his back and put her body on him the other way round. She now had his penis right by her face. Brendon would know what to do with her lower end. The manhood was stiff lying on his belly, she pulled it up and looked at it up close. The veins on it were clearly visible, and it pulsated a little bit with anticipation. She played with the foreskin, but that did not have much room around the swollen lid. She licked at the top and then put it in her mouth. She felt small spasms moving under her through his body and he stopped licking and was gasping for air.

Now she tried it a little further in but pulled it out when it touched the back of her mouth, and she felt the urge to gag. She then just held it outside enough to prevent gagging and licked and sucked at it for some time. It was so much fun, feeling him move and jump with the different things she did with his penis. She even touched his balls with her hand a bit which made his reactions more profound.

When she felt that he was close to cumming, she let herself slide to his side. Gaining a protest from him that she ignored, she needed a moment of concentration to check the effects of her potion. When he tried to stroke her, she sent him away to the lake to cool off a bit. The effect she had wanted was still there no baby would grow inside her anytime soon. Now she could face men on equal terms. This realisation made her heat up quite a bit more, and she fetched Brendon to be part of her celebration.

They both were eager for the real deal, and Charlotte had enough of leading him on all this time. She lay on the sand pulling him toward her. Before he had his phallus in her, she pushed him away to get her legs up and out far. This gave him as much access to her vagina as he could wish for and he did not let this invitation go to waste. She felt him pushing in her. Almost immediately, her body took over and she moaned aloud feeling the heat flow. Brendon was so impressed by that reaction he looked at her for confirmation that she was alright. She smiled and pulled him closer for a quick kiss. "You are doing wonderful", she declared and he continued moving.

Charlotte loved the feeling of Brendon stroking her with each move and between moans she smiled and encouraged him. "Yes, I love that... please, deeper." Brendon was urged to forget a long night without sleep and used his weight to push in deeper. Then Charlotte could feel his phallus touching her womb and the spell on it. It brought a wave of warmth through her whole body that heightened her senses too. She could feel Brendon's touch more clearly outside and inside of her. She opened her eyes that she had closed with the wave and saw Brendon's body with a glow. The rest of the surrounding area was clearly visible as if the bright daylight had managed to remove every shadow.

The extra clear feeling of him moving inside her made her dismiss this curious effect. She could not focus or say anything except moan. Brendon had really put his testicles to the test last night as Charlotte fell into a long whirling climax before he went over the top and shot his load. A bit disappointed about what he could muster, Charlotte inwardly traced where his sperm went in her body. Lying besides him she could hardly believe she would have gotten pregnant with this much but was sure that the spell worked as planned, perhaps with some side effects. She could still see things brighter around her but that faded away slowly.

They washed themselves up again after this, though Charlotte did not want to get in the water completely as she had more plans for the day. She kissed Brendon goodbye, urging him to run to his day job it as was not that early in the morning anymore.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 06



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Chapter 6: Cleansing

Walking toward the town of Upper Roding, Charlotte practised her control over her aura. She wanted to tame Louise's cat but could only imagine that happening when she could catch the beast unguarded. But with her aura closed in and with stepping lightly, she could step past birds in the shrubberies without being noticed by them. That should be enough to approach an unaware cat.

She climbed down toward the rope bridge and upward again on the small path at the other side entering the main street of the village. Louise was in her favourite spot working on ropes again that would be handy for fetching the cat without disturbances.

"Good day Louise," greeted Charlotte to the hard working woman, "Would you like to help me in a ploy to get Bryan back into this world?"

"Oh, hi Charlotte," was the somewhat bewildered answer of the young woman clearly needing time to think about what to answer.

"Take your time my dear, I want to catch your cat first anyway."

"Please help yourself," was Louise's slightly grateful answer; she gestured towards the shop but looked back at her work needing to make up her mind about Charlotte's invitation and underlying promise.

Charlotte faced the building took a deep breath and gathered her aura as close as she could manage. She stepped towards the door, opening it carefully thinking, what it would sound like if the wind opened it by accident. She waited a moment for the tomcat to lose it's attention again and entered the dark shop crouching to minimize her shadow. She hoped this would work but was confident that she could try it again later, so she was not too nervous.

Now she had the hard task of finding the cat in a dark shop. As quietly as possible, she used all her senses to probe the shop around her and was glad to see a shadow move. The dark cat raised itself from a shelf stretching it's back and limbs before moving to another place to lay down again. The opening of the door had woken him from a slumber but had not alerted him much.

She crawled closer trying to find the cats mind with her thoughts. There it was in half slumber, the well known mind of a cat. She had played this game often at her aunt Isabel who had multiple cats round her house. It had been her favourite pastime in the first years of being there.

Now to find what would make the young cat feel comfortable, cats had a great memory that she could probe into. There was not a lot there of what the cat had liked, it had felt good about surprising Louise on different times and was even now plotting a good spot to hunt her the next time she would come in. It was nice to know he liked her in his own way, but not a way to get him with her willingly.

Oh, she could take him by force all right, but that would be cheating, and it would make him probably hate her furiously for quite some time. No, she needed to delve deeper to find something useable. He also had fond memories of seeing a female cat walk close to the shop, but that had only been brief.

Before the shop, there were only memories of feeling hurt or being chased, nothing there to go with. Then there was a feeling of loss and of a tongue licking him lovingly in the dark. He still missed his mother being forced out of her care too early. She could work with this introducing her own scent into the memory and introducing fingers as a source of comfort. Then she reached out to the cat silently and started stroking his neck in a way familiar to him. He woke from his slumber but did not jump away. The current sensation was mixing with his oldest memories bringing it back to him profoundly. Charlotte heard the noise she hoped to hear; the cat started purring and he moved his head against her hand.

Some time later Charlotte walked out of the shop carrying a fully relaxed cat in her arms. Louise was staring at her in amazement, forgetting her work completely.

"Do you really want to part with him?" was Charlotte's question. "You are his most favourite human around to play with."

She scowled at that. "That beast thought it was playing? Tearing at my skin when jumping at me from hiding? No, you can have him if you want. I have enough on my mind already without learning to fear the dark places of the shop." They both laughed, getting on the nerves of the cat enough for it to jump out of Charlotte's arms and run into the shop again.

"You will have your time to say farewell to your current home tomcat. Later today I will take you to a new home," said Charlotte looking to the opened door of the shop. She then turned to Louise, "It will take some time to find a proper replacement for him, but I'm certain it will be possible."

"I'm impressed with you little witch, the job as a witch suits you well. I will trust you with regard to Bryan too. What can I do to help you with him?"

"We have to confront him with his guilt and his passions. You are part of his passions, so I thought we would catch him and give you a chance to bond with him as much as you like. He is strong, but I guess you have ropes that are stronger than he is."

Louise turned towards her work to hide the red tint rising to her face and her lost control of her breath. Charlotte gave her some time to come to terms with this prospect. It did not take long for Louise to reach a conclusion.

Louise got a practical streak and started bundling up her work carefully to be able to continue with it later. "Come into the shop with me, we will discuss this more privately there."

Inside the shop, the tomcat was lying on a shelf in plain sight, he had changed his behaviour already but could fall back in it easily. Louise walked over to the shelve with the ropes and examined them with a dreamy look in her eyes dismissing most of them. "Could you get the rope I gave you again? That would be the best one to use."

Charlotte was not happy with that, "It would be best if we can work without it, I have already used much of it for hanging my plants to dry and it had some other practical uses."

Louise nodded. "Ah, that is why you needed a good quality; you use it more as furniture than for binding hay; that is a compliment to my craft, thank you. This rope would do the trick then, I only need some time to loop it back onto itself to add to its strength. I guess you do not plan to walk in on Bryan and brawl with him openly. It would be impossible for you to catch him then, even with the strongest rope."

"I probably could manage even that but it would distress him even more and we want him to forget his current plight, that would be counterproductive. No, I want to confront him on my own and allow him to flee, but you will trip him at the back door and trap him with your ropes. Once he realises he is trapped by a woman he likes he will cooperate much better."

Louise clearly started to like this plan more every moment. She fetched two wooden poles to attach the tripping wire to and oiled her binding rope so it would still restrain Bryan but harm him less. She also fetched a wooden hammer and some cloth to dampen the sound when she would use it close to the workshop.

With a vicious look that would not have been out of place on her cat, she wrapped her hunting gear and walked outside. "Give me a little time to prepare and then chase him out of the shop."

Charlotte took her time playing with the tomcat getting him to know her a bit more. Cats bonded to places far more than to people, but they remembered a kind or a brutal person. Not long afterwards, she walked out of the shop closing the door behind her and walked towards the workshop nearby. Dan had been doing well the last few years with both a house, a shop, and a workshop at his disposal. Lots of people from around this town trusted the quality of his work. She heard hammering noises from the workshop as she walked to its door.

"Hello Dan, can I borrow Bryan for a moment?" Said Charlotte walking into the big wood workshop, she saw that Dan was busy with a chair and Bryan had a broom sweeping in the back. The young man ducked down, trying to hide from her and failing at it completely.

"Dan, turned to her with a face like a thundercloud. Take the damn boy, he cannot hold a hammer on the right side today." Charlotte was far more concerned about the carpenter than Bryan, though she saw him sneak away out the back anyway. Dan also noticed him leaving.

"Go and leave me coward, I can manage here anyhow," Said the man, immediately betraying his words by slumping down considerably, then jerking himself upright picking up the chair he was working on and flung it to the back of the shop with force. "Damn it! Damn it!" The chair broke in pieces to the back wall.

Charlotte jumped towards Dan trying to get him out of his fit. She could feel danger radiating from him. "Who was this girl in black flinging herself at him!" He had tensed up far too much, he could throw her. There were all kinds of dangerous tools lying around, all very familiar to him, all potential weapons. She reached out with her mind and cut his control of his muscles. He crashed to the floor, lying between the bits of wood and a layer of shavings, wetting himself.

Charlotte pushed him on his back and pushed her body to his, tears streaming from her face. He had always taken everything on himself, he could take it all. But the fear of losing Bryan at work had made him snap. His reaction to troubles in his family were him working harder in his shop, he had no room to spare anymore for trouble here.

She could feel the tension moving through his big muscles lying exhausted on him. She had known how to do this, she had done it before. Once she defended herself to a charging bear with it, but that had been easier. This strong healthy man had needed to hone his control over his body for all his life. It needed to move precisely to be able to use his tools and that was what she had stopped. He had wanted to act, wanted to do something about his world collapsing on him.

There was someone knocking at the door, someone familiar with Dan. "Hey Dan, what's happened, I heard you yell". Charlotte touched the ground, concentrated hard, and altered the house fastening the doors and windows. Now they would not be able to enter. It would be more work for Dan later, when an awful lot of doors in the surrounding area got stuck. They tried to open the door, but after hearing and seeing no trouble they left pretty quick.

Then Charlotte could see Dan's face distorting with the realization and guilt about what he'd tried to do. She cried, "No Dan, you did not hurt me, I will never be afraid of you!" And she kissed him passionately on his mouth, pressing herself to his body that was recovering from her interference.

Getting out of the kiss somewhat, Dan managed to say, "Help me, Charlotte," while his tears started to mix with hers.

Still clinging to the big man with her full body Charlotte reasoned with him. "I will help you as much as I can Dan, but accept help from the others around you too. Accept it from Louise working with you and minding the shop, from Bryan who is having great difficulties right now but did not stay home, did not walk out on you but stayed to help, even if he only managed to clean for you. And do not forget Ilsa, her heart broke last year, she is not the woman you knew before, but she worked hard to overcome it helping you with her work constantly. Even now she is probably busy creating a new carpet in the time she has past looking after your children; you know that is hard work. That is her way to say she loves you Dan, trust her, trust us all."

"I am so sorry Charlotte I should have been more patient with Ilsa, with Bryan, and with myself," Was what Dan managed to say after thinking it through a little bit. It granted him a deep kiss from Charlotte. It seemed that he was realising the amount of contact he had with the woman hugging her carefully now.

"Do not be too hard on yourself, Dan, I can feel your body begging for some comfort. Ilsa needs your comfort and strength, not your frustrations. Those have become a large part of the strain on yourself, please let me help you with that Dan." She started kissing him tenderly and lightly, but it turned passionate quickly when she felt him respond to it in earnest, for the first time.

The way she had used her body instinctively to get through to this man started feeling better to her with every passing moment. Tentatively, he even started to explore her back with his hands exiting their still very close bodies. They could feel each other's reactions immediately. She felt his shame melt away like snow in the summer sun, he should become mentally strong not only physical and with that, his suppressed passions surfaced. Charlotte was feeling almost afraid about where this passion would lead them but also looked forward to it eagerly, he was so strong.

Focused more on his sensations Dan started noticing his wet trousers from her interference gaining a few spots of red in his face. Charlotte felt his shame and laughed at his child like reaction to wetting himself. She kissed the big kid again making clear to him she did not mind the extra discomfort this might give her even moving her thighs over his making his embarrassment part of the erotic build-up. As he still did not like to make her more wet with his pee, he pushed her away gently and unbuckled his belt to remove his soaked trousers.

She approved with getting their clothes off, removing her blouse herself and felt his eyes drawn to her body with a beastly hunger arousing her even more. Her verdict about her breasts now changed irrevocably, they had become an important piece of her body to her, an asset to love and cherish. These men with their often childish longing for the soft breasts had made her feel much better about her body than before, she was grateful to them for it and even could express that to one of them directly.

She hugged the man tightly interrupting him with his pants still halfway down his legs and his face now pressed to her breasts. It worked getting his attention towards hugging nicely, and with it she felt his erection rise quickly. She did not want any foreplay anymore, she needed raw sex. Shoving her undergarment to the side she lowered herself on his big phallus filling her up completely. Eagerly she started moving with her hips shoving his heated penis past her genitals. This was not a way of finding release, this was drawing out their beastly passions.

With his penis moving deep into her womb, she could feel the magic she applied to it become active again sending waves of warmth through her body adding to the heat of her genitals. She was starting to lose control over her body quickly with this combined reaction. On one hand, she liked the sensation, but it was quite contrary to the beliefs of witches who needed control of their bodies and minds above everything else. But that thought was her last before reaching a limbo in her head.

She came to, lying next to Dan in the wood curls feeling happy and fulfilled. The magic in her womb was there but much more passive than before. She could still see everything in the workspace around her without any shadow just like at the lake. Dan raised himself on one arm to look at her with a guilty face.

"I may not have hurt you today, but I still could have left you with child labour." She kissed the man quickly for assurance.

"No, Dan, I have put a warden upon myself against that today. If you would like it, I could do the same for Ilsa in the near future."

Dan was much more receptive for sexual advice than earlier and thought about it in earnest. "That could help us a lot I think, taking away one extra worry. Would it be permanent?"

"No, it will be active for close to a year, perhaps more. You two would need to work out what you want after that." Dan was thoughtful for a moment then nodded.

"Ilsa will probably feel much better by that time, I would like to accept your offer."

"Have patience for few more days Dan, I want to examine the ward some more and the way to apply it is far too cumbersome for now."

Charlotte stood up and tried to remove the wooden shrapnel from her clothes. Dan was on his feet quickly and fetched a brush to help her; she was teasing the man by pirouetting before him showing off her cleavage some more. Though it did not take long before she hugged him farewell.

"I have to look for Bryan, Louise should have caught him by the back door." And she left the man looking amazingly at her. She pulled on the shop door in vain, only remembering her spell then. Quickly she released the tension in the wood allowing the door to move again, though it still took some force.

She quickly walked back to the shop thinking about how much of the action there she had missed. The shop front door was locked, and the shutters before the windows were closed too. She walked around the building looking for a back door. It opened when she tried it.

She had to cross Louise's small personal room to enter the shop, it was dark with the only light source coming from four burning candles. In the center of the light was Bryan lying naked on his back on a table being tied with his arms and legs to each of the four table legs. He looked totally wiped out.

"Ah, Charlotte, nice of you to drop by. Would you like a bite of him too?" Said Louise who had stood out of reach from the light. She was naked too, with the exception of a leather belt on her hips. "He's been a good boy till he was too exhausted to continue." Charlotte could vividly imagine the woman climbing onto him to get her fill.

Charlotte moved closer to Bryan to inspect both his physical as well as his mental health. There was not much wrong with him, accept being utterly spent. "It looks like our little plan has succeeded." Was all Charlotte could think of to say. "Shall we unfasten the man or do you want him to be tied up longer?"

Louise thought about it. "We can probably let him sleep in his home. At least there he can feed himself, and that would be more comfortable for me." After that, she moved to his legs and started to unfasten the many knots she had made in the rope. As she took her time, Bryan came to his senses again.

Charlotte addressed the man. "Bryan, I forgive you about forcing me to mate with you. It was foolish of you to try it, and you hurt me with it, but you should have learned from it, to talk about your feelings to women before forcing yourself on them. Louise here would like to spend more time with you in the future, be kind to her."

Bryan nodded with some effort. "I shall try that, I'm sorry about what I did to you."

Charlotte could not help herself and walked to his head and kissed the man. "Keep helping Dan too, you mean more to the man than you can imagine." And with that she left the shop to the new couple.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 07



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Chapter 7: Retrieving Clothes

Charlotte stood on the street planning what to do next. She wanted to visit the maiden that had taken most of her other set of clothes and wanted to visit the town leader who supposedly knew her mother. She did not want to bother her best contacts in town, so she walked along the street to look for someone to talk with.

There was one building along the street that had a stonewall and chimney. She could guess that this town even had a blacksmith. Coming near the building, she could hear the banging of metal on metal. There was an older boy in front of the shop, cleaning stones that had spaces in them with the form of horseshoes. He was brushing bits of leftover metal from them.

"Hello, good day, do you know where the head of the village lives?"

The boy looked up from his job. "He lives at the end of the second street, but he's currently helping here in the smithy. He often works here, the last few years, doesn't want to sit at home alone all day after his wife passed away."

"What is his name? I heard Dan Parker mentioning him but only as the head of the village."

"He's called James Cunningham. Just enter the smithy. He is the older one of the two men inside."

That name, at least the first name, did ring a bell with Charlotte. It had been mentioned in different conversations of her mother with guests during her youth.

"Thank you for your help, I will do that." Then, Charlotte stepped towards the heavy door and entered a dark room with a dull red glow on the side with the stonewall. Inside the room, she could see two men working, one was handling the bellows, and the other was holding a newly made horseshoe into the heat of a stone oven. She waited for the men to finish the heating, and the younger smith continued with hammering on it with a metal peg to create the holes in it to fasten it to a horse later.

The older man waved to the smith that he would leave and moved towards Charlotte. He took her arm and let her out of the smithy. It was far too noisy in there to be able to talk easily.

"Hello, Charlotte, welcome into our village, I hope your stay has been very nice so far." Charlotte nodded. "My name is James, and I know your mother from the time she lived here."

Not knowing how to respond directly to this man, that knew her clearly more than she did him, Charlotte just agreed, "Yes, I feel welcome here. Dan made a lovely home for me."

"That is good to hear, Dan is a fantastic carpenter, and he was working quite enthusiastically on it." He was looking at Charlotte with some intent. "I hope I am not imprudent but may I ask your age, I know witches differ from us a bit that way, so I will probably guess wrong if I did."

"That's not a problem for me, I am 30 years old." James did look surprised by it even though he had assumed that he would guess wrong.

"Bianca did not bother to inform me about it, but it could be highly likely that I am your father," Said the man with a thoughtful look on his face. "I did marry since she left us and my children are independent now. I lost my wife again. Almost a full life for me has passed but here is a young daughter I did not know I had."

Charlotte looked closely at the man; he had grey streaks in his dark, slightly curling hair. She had darker hair and more curls than her mother; it would not be so unlikely this could be her father. "What had happened that she went away, 30 years ago?"

James did not answer her directly. "Please walk with me to my home. We can talk there easier. Just give me a minute to say 'bye' to Ralph. Sorry Paul, I am afraid you will have to handle the bellows for some time now." The boy stood up at that and walked with James into the smithy. A moment later, James came out again.

"I like to make myself useful here, I can do some jobs myself but mostly just help Ralph," said James while walking down the street with Charlotte. "He will probably take Paul as an apprentice when he builds enough strength, but until that time, I can help him. I left my farm to my eldest boy Peter, and lived in town since. Nevertheless, you asked about your mother, so I have to begin my story far earlier.

"For as long as I can remember, a young witch had been seen on the other side of the river. She probably lived further away, but she walked the fields close to town now and then. We did not have a bridge at that time, so it was a very long day's walk to go there unless you wanted to sleep in a shepherds hut. As youngsters, we often fantasized among ourselves about this witch. She looked stunning, in our eyes.

"One day at noon a raven pecked at my window. I lived on my farm then, though it was still the property of my parents. It's one of the closest buildings to the river, a bit north of town. I walked outside, and it flew toward me crying something that sounded like 'help'. When I saw it was intelligent in its movement, I decided to help it. It flew to my shoulder and showed me an image in my mind of the witch lying with her legs in a wire trap. I got some tools and the raven showed me the water crossing south of town. It would be a long walk, so I packed food, too.

Charlotte remarked then, "That would probably be a fairy in disguise, but also trapped in raven form; otherwise it could change and talk normally."

"That would explain it, yes. For me, it just was a mystical raven." James continued with, "I walked to the ford in the river, and there the raven was waiting on me. I asked if I should go north, near the farm. It nodded and flew off. It was probably busy helping Bianca because I saw it again, when I was already close to her. She had fallen and hurt herself. She had a badly broken leg and had probably knocked herself unconscious, against a tree. Pretty lethal for a person on her own. I used tools to cut the wire and lifted her onto my shoulder. The raven flew to a small hut where some of her things were. She awoke when I moved her, but she was still delirious.

"I helped her as much as I could for two days. She healed rapidly and returned to herself, rather quickly. The raven had probably used some type of power to heal her. I made an improvised splint, and with it, got into town with her. The raven was gone as soon as she could move. Bianca stayed on the farm rather than in town and used some magic to correctly connect her broken bone again. After two weeks, she wanted to leave again. I insisted on traveling with her. Moreover, the fool that I was, by that time, I had fallen deeply in love with her.

"Bianca accepted my help, and we travelled through the mountains to a small house there. Then she told me to go home. We had sexual intercourse during our time together. She still had that mystical aura I remembered from my childhood and I was quite heartbroken. She gave me a small flute that I could call her with, if I really needed some assistance in the future. Then I left."

Charlotte added, "She needed things to have a balance, you helped her a lot, probably saving her life. We help people back and return the favor after such things happen. But, she clearly also wanted a daughter at that moment. There are very few men deep in the mountains. She had chosen you as my father, so it is nice to meet you." That moment, they entered James's house.

"Would you like to stay for lunch, Charlotte? I need some time to come to terms with the fact that as an old man, I suddenly have a very young looking daughter visiting me."

Charlotte laughed, "Of course, I want to visit you a bit longer. I knew there would be a man somewhere that was my father, but I did not realize you'd live in this village."

They then talked about life on the farm compared to life in the mountains, getting to know each other better. After that Charlotte asked about Bianca's visit last year. "I heard about you via Dan, when he told me about my mother's visit last year. Did she stay here?"

"Yes, she stayed here, but we did not have a long talk. She was already tired when she arrived, due to her amazingly fast traveling. Then, she immediately began with the healing. I had to carry her to my bed to sleep. She slept for 3 days, only being awake to eat a little bit. That magic had really worn her down. After that, she had been away from her home longer than she had planned. I understand that she had animals around her house that could handle themselves for some time, but eventually needed care.

"She went home pretty quickly after she'd recovered. I think that was a letdown for me, but not something I can complain about, after how much she'd helped this town."

"Don't be sad about it James. Bianca is bound to come and visit me in a few days. She will wait long enough for me to settle, and then she will be at my doorstep. So I will just invite you then, and you can talk with a less exhausted Bianca for as long as you like."

"I would love to do that. She looks much younger than I do, though. I hope she likes to talk to such an old man like me."

"Oh, she will. I like to talk with you and we differ a lot more," said Charlotte laying her hand on his arm. "We are accustomed to age differences between witches that are much more pronounced than with the other people. So please come, she would not care about that."

During lunch, a farm hand came by the house looking for James. A traveling salesman had entered the town, and asked for a place to stay. They both walked to the main street to welcome the man.

The salesman had a few horses with him, a cart and two helpers. Everything was overloaded with goods. Half the village had walked out already to greet him, or just to look at what was happening. Lots of children were pushing each other to have the best spot to look at them. Dan, Louise and Ralph the smithy were with him already engaged in the first business talks. James walked up to him and officially bid him welcome. There was a house ready where an old widow had lived until recently, that he could use for his stay. The merchant named Ferdinand Randall was glad with the generous offer.

Within the group of villagers, Charlotte could spot the fair maiden that Patrick had brought to the meadow the previous day. She was wearing a much more plain dress than the last day. She was clearly impressed by some of the cloth she spotted in between the merchandise. Because James was busy, she joined her for a moment, in her search to spot the nicest cloth.

"Hello, there is certainly a lot of cloth for sale here," was Charlotte's rather neutral opening.

"Yes, I am always looking for better cloth. I am trying to make the nicest clothing possible. I hope to make a living with it eventually," said the maiden. Her attention was almost completely on the wares around her. "But I do not have that many assignments yet, so I can not afford much."

Charlotte chose to be forward with her. "Why don't you ask that nice young lord Patrick to help you there? He could probably afford everything here."

That got her the attention of the maiden. "What do you know...? Oh, the woman wearing black." She had turned red the same instance and was swaying visibly thinking about what to do. "Please, come with me. I want to go inside now."

Charlotte followed the maiden, till they were inside a nearby house away from the general public. "You have some clothes of mine, that I would like to retrieve," was Charlotte's remark. "But before that, I am Charlotte Cartwright. I moved recently and started living near this town."

"Eveline Mills, hello," was her somewhat lackluster response. "I will fetch your clothes directly." She stumbled into a room where she had been trying to repair her nice dress; it did not look like an easy job to Charlotte.

"That is a hard job to repair those tears. You really should ask Patrick for some form of compensation for it. Thanks." Eveline had handed over her extra blouse and skirt.

"I would not know how to ask that. I can hardly walk to the castle and shout for him to come out for me. Besides, whatever you saw yesterday, please do not tell anyone else about it. They could haunt me about it forever."

"Then why did you follow him? You knew he would take advantage of you."

Eveline was now even more red headed than before, but answered with defiance, "Do not judge me, I know that I am poor and not suited for farming at all. I need every opportunity I can get to draw the attention of people to the clothing I could make for them."

Charlotte laid a hand on Eveline's arm. "I will not judge you about it; you clearly follow your heart here. I really hope you succeed with it." That helped a lot to ease Eveline's mood; she had clearly doubted her own actions of the day before.

"But I cannot repair that dress into something satisfying, and also cannot afford new cloth. This adventure did not help me. My family helps support me with offering me a place to stay. Also, I don't have to worry about food. However, they cannot affort to buy me materials, too."

Charlotte looked at the cloth. In some parts, it was ripped into threads and a needle and thread simply could not repair it. She still wanted to help the poor maiden. "I could go to the castle for you, and talk with Patrick. Eventually, I would like to visit the place anyway. But before that, I would like to have a go at mending this cloth."

Eveline stood looking at her with an unbelieving look on her face. "How would you manage that and why?"

"I do not really like the way Patrick treated you. I think there is something more about him that I would like to investigate." Charlotte picked up the dress and folded it slightly to get the tears out of sight. Then she let her mind trace the threads in the cloth and willed them back to their original patterns. With some extra effort, she managed to link the broken threads together again.

"Here you are, have a look at it." She handed the dress over to Eveline.

"What's this? The cloth is like new again." Eveline traced the cloth with her eyes close to it. "That is impossible, even the original weave faults in it are gone completely. This is now of a higher quality than it was before. It feels much stronger."

Charlotte had already thought that it had been a little harder to correct the cloth then, only by the tearing. "Please trust me. I would like to help you more to get that job."

Eveline cried tears of joy while hugging Charlotte. "It would be wonderful, I will be forever grateful for your help."

"I think people, and mostly the men, should consider the effects of their deeds better. And if they do wrong, they should do their part to help out afterwards."

"I could never be as bold as that," said Eveline. "I would like to accept your help, but I hope you do not anger the lords at the castle about my case. I cannot defend myself against it, if that would happen."

Charlotte hugged the maiden to provide some comfort but stayed determined about her next goal. "When everything works out, you could make me a dress as compensation. I would tell everybody around that you made it for me. And, you can make it in any color you like."

Eveline nodded to that. "When you get me materials to work with, I would gladly help you with that."

After saying farewell, Charlotte left Eveline and turned towards the castle above the village.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 08



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Chapter 8: Castle Visit

Walking up the road toward the castle, Charlotte felt light headed. Had the mending of Eveline's dress drained her so hard that her head was swimming? Or was it the set of spells she had used earlier during the day? She'd felt totally fine during lunch, otherwise she wouldn't have tried something with the dress. Still, the sunlight between the trees was not as it should be. The road felt longer than expected, something was strange here. Charlotte could not put her finger on it, as if the whole place was trying to reject her, but wasn't succeeding in it.

She pushed on, and after another sharp turn, she could see rocks above her. They continued into the walls of the castle. The castle itself was not that big, however, it was still intimidating to look at from down here. Someone on the battlements could easily throw stones on this road, and with the difference in height those would be deadly. However, she could not see anyone, and continued walking up the road to the gate.

The single tower of this castle loomed overhead, and Charlotte noticed something strange about this building. There were trees growing close to it, and vines were covering the rocks near its base. But those never grew onto the stone of the building itself. Someone was very diligent in removing them or, what was more likely; they could not get a grip on the walls. She stepped off the steep road close to the castle, and climbed onto the rocks there.

It always made her feel vigorous to move over those rocks, like the chamois she had seen darting along the deep mountains faces. Quickly, she climbed toward the wall above her. In this area, the rocks were not hard to scale. She placed a hand on the wall, and felt the tingling of power through it. Now she had some answer to her trouble on the road; powerful spells had been used in this area before and now, they were messing with her senses.

Though the spell was certainly years old, it was still lingering there. It did not felt alien to her though. It was even similar to the one she had used on the dress before, but far more powerful. There had been a witch here, who had wanted to protect the place with all her might. Charlotte knew most of the witch's cabins in the mountains had protection spells cast on them. Never cast at the time they were built, but they were usually cast during a heavy storm during the remaining part of the year. By that time, the witch living there was doubting if her handiwork would hold up against the elements.

But why a castle on a mountain needed this kind of protection was beyond Charlotte. Average men could not have posed much of a threat to such a building anyway. Certainly not when an active witch of this power was inside it. There had been a magical battle here, of this she was sure. However, those were extremely rare, nobody, in their right mind, would try to battle with a witch in her home. There were stories of wars in which witches had fought. One reason that witches lived away from people was, that those wars had been far more devastating than wars without their participation.

She climbed back to the road, and walked the last few steps to the portal. It was a large wooden double door that would allow horses and wagons through, with a smaller door set in the left one. A big portcullis could be lowered on the outside of the whole door. This was a castle that was built to withstand an army. She used the knocker, which was fastened to the smaller door. The wood of the whole thing enhanced the sound. She could even hear a quick echo of her knock.

A man in a leather cuirass and a metal helmet opened the door. He looked like he had grown around his waist lately, because his cuirass did not fit him well. He smiled and declared, "Hello lady, we do not often have the pleasure to welcome unknown women here at castle Roden. My name is Bill Wells, I'm a guard of Lord Crawford."

Charlotte was quite content with that, she had thought she would have to persuade the guards to let her in. "I am Charlotte Cartwright, nice to meet you. I am seeking an audience with Patrick Crawford."

Bill started to open the door further, when another guard walked up. "What are you doing Bill? You know you cannot let strangers in, just because they ask nicely."

Bummer, there also were less-nice guards on duty. A far more skinny guard pushed Bill aside, to block the now wide open door. "Sorry woman, you certainly don't have an invitation, so back away."

This was worse than meeting the skinny guard directly; he was already in a defensive mood. "Why not let me enter, dear guard? I am sure Lord Crawford likes an occasional surprise visit of a mysterious woman."

"You can say that," was Bill's response, "Hey Charlie, just let them decide about it."

"And let them say that I did a bad job at the gates? Not during my shift." No, Charlie had taken a standpoint, and would be hard pressed to change it.

Charlotte had a backup plan, and a victim to use it on. She was not intimidated by Charlie, especially since he was rude to the more elegant Bill. He would not move away from the door, or she could step inside easily, so she moved closer to him. "Charlie, do you never fantasize about a dark woman standing in front of your door, seeking to stay, desperately?" She stroked his not very impressive torso.

"What has that to do with this?" was his defiant answer. In addition, he pushed her hand aside.

"Oh, I am not desperate; however, I would really like to meet the men here." And she let her fingers slide to the naked skin between his glove and the cuirass. She tried to mimic the spell of Lilah as close as she could, in a gentle touch to his skin.

Charlie pulled his arm away quickly, taking a step back, being slightly intimidated. "Do not try to fool me, woman! Send a message first, and see if the people here are interested in you." His face was now turning red; Charlotte looked over the man to see if she had made him react even more. He was getting flustered while looking at her, which amused Charlotte a lot, it even made her strike a pose inside the door frame.

Now Charlie certainly had an erection, but did not have the proper clothes on for it. Pain was spreading to his reddened face; he hopped from one leg to the other in trying to relieve his burden, but only managed to make it worse. With a yelp, he darted to a door in a wooden building built on the inside of the wall. Bill laughed sheepishly at Charlotte, shrugged and moved away after Charlie, who certainly could use help getting more room in his cuirass.

Now the courtyard was fully accessible for Charlotte, who stepped in. A tingle moved across her skin, another old but unknown ward was still in effect. This place was fascinating! Only people with a sense of spells would notice it, however. There was most definitely a story to be told here.

She walked further inside, to get a better look at the castle. There was a two story main building to her left, built against the tower. Battlements were built along the rest of the wall to allow defenders access to every part of it. A nice touch to it, were the clean clothing and bedding that hung up there, to dry in the wind.

There were a few other wooden buildings here, with one clearly for the guards. A small door near the tower opened in the main building, a tall, and slightly bald man in a black garment walked out of it, looking around. He immediately noticed Charlotte, and walked towards her.

"What is your purpose here, may I ask?" Charlotte felt his aura more than she would have felt with ordinary people. Not only his clothes, but all of him radiated that he was a cleric.

"I am meeting Patrick Crawford; he has to make amends to a lady in town." Charlotte knew that telling the truth in such a situation was often the wisest approach.

"And why do you think that you are the best person to get Patrick to do that? I felt the use of power a moment ago, together with being meddlesome and your black clothes; keep your hands off these people, witch!" The aura of the man flared. "Before long, you will wish you had stayed deep in your cozy mountains."

"Mind your words man; this is not the capital or even a major city. This is far into the mountains away from your cathedrals." Charlotte was surprised that a cleric would even enter a building where a witch had lived within a thousand years. This man had bad senses, or he was as stubborn as those witches he clearly disliked. Likely the latter, as he had felt her contact spell earlier.

"There is a fine chapel here under my care. Not all clerics need huge buildings to back up their claims. I will not lower myself by bickering with a witch. But I warn you, the people here count on me for spiritual help; I will not let them down. You have messed up enough people by now." After that, he walked towards the door again, though his words had been full of confidence, he seemed to be shaken by meeting a witch. He fumbled to get the door open, and hastily closed it again after himself to be away from her.

It seemed that it was not only the first time Charlotte met a cleric, but also his first time meeting a witch. Certainly, he would be seeking strength and guidance in his chapel before coming out again; that suited Charlotte's plans. She walked towards the front door of the large building, and entered it.

An older maid came walking toward the sound. "My name is Petty, how can I help you?"

"Thank you, Petty. I am Charlotte Cartwright, and I am looking for Patrick. Can you bring me to him?"

"Follow me," said Petty walking through a small corridor, and up the stairs at the end of it. On the second floor, she knocked at a door, and was asked inside. "Lord Patrick, a woman called Charlotte is requesting to meet with you."

"Let her in," was the slightly surprised answer. Petty stepped beside the door to let Charlotte enter. She stepped through the door into a room where Patrick was sitting behind a desk, reading a book.

"A pleasure to meet you, what can I help you with?" was the open question.

"I am Charlotte Cartwright. Recently I moved into a house close to the village."

"Oh, I heard Dan was building a house somewhere on the other side of the valley, not somewhere many people want to live. You cannot get heavy goods or animals there easily."

"Yes, however I will trade, with my knowledge of herbs, mostly used for medical help. For that, it is an ideal place. At least it is never heavy to transport."

"It is so nice to have another neighbor with unique skills. However, it is hardly necessary to present yourself to me, when you want to live here. So, what is the reason for your visit?"

"A big part of it is that I like to visit the important places around. This castle certainly is important for the village. Another is that I am asking, if you could help Miss Eveline, she wants to start a business for fabricating clothes, but doesn't have the finances for quality cloth."

"Ah, Eveline, I don't know for sure about her skill. Her dress looked nice, but seemed to be very frail."

"That is more about the cloth than her work on it. She wanted to create a dress to show off her work, but bought cheap cloth to work with. The result still looked really nice, don't you agree?"

"Yes, she certainly caught my eyes with it."

"Well, a merchant just entered the town, and brought a lot of quality cloth. But, he is likely to take it all with him again, if he leaves. Eveline just hasn't anything to spare to trade for it. Moreover, I think she would be very grateful if you could help her. Within a year, she could even return the favor with something of value. She can make really nice clothes. There will be customers enough, when they visit the shop, the smithy, or this castle."

"The value of cloth is not that high for me, she should not bother to pay it back. But what makes you think I should help her?"

"Well, you have an interest in her anyway, so why risk her moving away when things don't work out here. She ought to be pretty enough for someone from a bigger town, or even from a city. You even harmed her potential business by tearing her show piece."

That brought a frown to the face of Patrick, and he stood up near Charlotte. "I see, black clothes, interest in herbs, do you plan on telling everybody what my personal interests are? Certainly interests that involve a young woman and a meadow?"

"Certainly not! I don't mind your interests at all, as long as you are willing to be fair to the people around you. If you want to have secrets, you can keep them. If you want to have fun with women, that's fine, as long as they enjoy themselves too. But also, look after the people you mix with, or your fun will be short lived."

That was a little bolder than Charlotte had planned on being. Patrick had somehow hit a nerve she had not been aware of; her heart was beating faster from the time he stood up. He looked about her age, was slightly taller, with short, curly dark blond hair, and with an innocent look about him, that was in stark contrast with his true nature.

"So, you don't mind secrets and fun. Do you also have secrets? I would think you are a witch with regard to your herbs and your opinions about what other people do wrong. Would it shock you, when I tell you that I am a witch too?"

"Not possible, male witches do not exist, and if they do we call them warlocks. Witches have ways to prevent male children, and the war part of warlocks is all too clear in our history. They played a significant part in any of the wars where witches also played a role in."

"What is so good about women, that they can handle magic better than men? There are many men that wield considerable powers, often also magical. There are enough known magicians, however, no known warlocks."

"Our power is close to that of the fairies, close to nature and is linked with our emotions. When we control our emotions, we can precisely steer it, but, with emotions running wild, our magic does too. It gets more powerful, but also unrestrained. For what I can tell, warlocks cannot control themselves as good as witches, and even we have our troubles, sometimes."

"I don't recall that I did any magic when I was angry. There is a fault to your logic."

"What do you know about it, you cannot be a warlock. If you were a warlock, I would not be here. Our elder sisters are always on the lookout for warlocks, telling every witch to keep a long distance between us and any man who could own witch blood. My mother and aunt would have protested heavily, when I lived near a known warlock."

"Then they are ignorant of it. Have you felt any magic around this castle, and if so, what do you think it is?"

"Yes, there is witchcraft around this castle. I wanted to ask the people here about it."

"That was from my mother, who lived here till 20 years ago."

"Tell me about her, even if she was a witch, what made her leave?"

"Other witches, from what I can tell. Come take a chair, it is a longer story." Charlotte accepted a chair, but Patrick kept standing, he walked around thinking how to start his tale. Then, he made up his mind and started.

"When I was about five years old, I woke during the night in the summer, and heard a storm rage through the mountains. Missing my mother profoundly, I tried looking for her, but could not find her. Her room was empty. Then I heard talking outside of the castle, above the storm and the water gushing down. Probably I felt it more than I heard it with my ears."

"I started walking towards the tower, and climbed its steep stairs. A door to the battlements was open. I could see my mother standing outside; she was soaked in the rain. My mother was begging to the clouds around her. They looked more like two faces than would normally be possible for clouds."

"The faces looked angry, sending sparks from where their eye should have been. 'Beatrice, what did you do, throwing your life away for a filthy man,' said the face, that looked old and somewhat regal, but still a lot younger than the other crone."

"My mother looked young and frail under their gazes. However, their words still inspired defiance in her, 'I love him, and you have no right breaking us apart.' I couldn't bear to stand there, looking at my mother being harassed by the elements, and started to move outside."

"The elder face noticed me before my mother did. She screamed, 'You gave him a son!' The crooked face spat a lighting hitting the castle with a thundering noise; it blinded me completely. All the stones in the castle vibrated with the impact, tearing big chunks from the tower around me."

"The next thing I saw, was my mother plunging down on the stone wall at her feet. With her hands on the ground, she released a force that ran through the stones pushing them together with might. I saw the big rocks turn under the pressure in the walls around me, settling in some new way. Big cracks, which had opened between them, closed up again."

"She then stood up, and looked at me. A brief weary smile ran across her face. She opened her arms widely, like to embrace the whole castle and the area around it. Again, power flowed, but it felt warm on my skin, as if she touched me gently. Then she jumped forwards, and flew away. A sharp gust of wind knocked me on my bottom, deafening my ears with its boom for most of the day. She was gone, and left me feeling empty inside."

"Then, I saw the two big faces looking bewildered, like they were uncertain what they were doing there. They kept looking around, but did not seem to see the things surrounding them. They talked among themselves about finding a rogue witch with a son; getting heated up in their discussion quickly."

"Arguing viciously, and accusing each other, they took off hitting a mountain in their wake. It collapsed in half under their fury. I have never seen them again."

Charlotte was shaking her head in disbelief. She had not heard of witches splitting mountains in two when angered. But from his description, she could put names with the two faces. Therefore, it had to be true.

Gwendolyn the matron of the witches and Samantha the elder had deemed it necessary to visit this place. She had only seen Samantha walk heavily bended, supporting herself with a stick. She had been nice to Charlotte, talking with her more than other witches had done on a visit to Isabel. Other witches often had a sense of urgency around them, which Samantha totally lacked.

"We call it a witch battle, never subtle, never pretty. I am sorry that you have witnessed it and even played a part in it. Those witches cannot find you now. Your mother made certain that you could grow up without all the elder witches around you to monitor any move you make."

"Would they like to do that? I have never hurt anybody. Well, no one more than say, Eveline."

"I don't know, it is just something they feel really strong about. There have been bad times involving warlocks in the past. I am sure they don't exaggerate that it was really bad. I once heard a tale that the mountains around us were raised to prevent a warlock to walk into another country. It may sound silly, however changing the landscape that far would leave multiple countries without any life for years. At least thousands of people would die from it. Many witches ought to be totally desperate to think that such a deed would help."

"Come on, stop it Charlotte. I know some powerful witches were upset about my birth, but why would I ever do something that could endanger whole countries? There is just something wrong with you witches."

"One of them, Gwendolyn, the younger of the two, is the most powerful witch around; just to let you know. She is the matron of all witches living in and near these mountains; you know how big that area is, at least close to a thousand miles long. What was the name of your mother again?"




Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 08



"Her name is Beatrice Leary"

"Beatrice, where have I heard that? A missing witch... Oh, she has to be Samantha's last apprentice. That is strange; she would never hurt the witch she has taught all she knew for at least 20 years. She would even spare anyone remotely dear to Beatrice. The oldest witch you saw was Samantha."

"That old crone practically raised my mother?" Patrick stood still, thinking about that. "Charlotte, could you help me with my powers? I know I have them, sometimes I see things in my dreams and when I wake, my room is changed. Once, I made the wall of my bedroom look like an evening sky, but with even more vivid colors. And please, don't tell the other witches about me; I am not ready for a visit from those old crones."

Patrick looked quite helpless, making Charlotte's chest ache. This man had bigger problems than most. "I can try to help you. But even though I am a fully learned witch, I won't qualify for a teacher. I lack a lot of experience for it. But, witches drove away your mother from you, and she shielded you from them by her last act. I will trust her judgment for now, and keep this fact from the other witches. But as compensation you will help Eveline."

"That is not a problem, I like her to be grateful," said Patrick with a sudden evil grin on his face.

"Oh, I can imagine that, as your teacher I can tell, I don't like your attitude towards her. You have gained a lot from her, at very little cost on your part."

"Little cost? I could have thrown a party with all the noble young ladies from the neighboring counties, and practically had my way with them; but I favored a flower from my own town."

"And discarded that flower directly after plucking it?" With a sudden jolt of guilt, Charlotte realized that was exactly the thing she had done earlier. What was it with Patrick, that she instantly reacted so directly to his words? Her heart was beating quickly again. "Can you treasure a woman for what she is worth?" Oh, that did not come out very well either.

"The worth of women, that is an interesting topic. I value some women higher than Eveline," Patrick mused as he walked closer to Charlotte. "Would I be free to have my way with women that I value higher? Are you suggesting that I should aim my arrows at the current wife of my father, or my nanny Petty? I value them a lot, so it should be all right in your reasoning. Or should I value you even higher than them as my teacher in the mystical art?"

Charlotte felt her throat get sore and swallowed, she definitely felt uncomfortable under his attention. She had tensed up and felt hot at the same time. To get away from his bantering, she started seeking an opening out. "Are you in such a hurry to find a woman that suits your taste? Most men are content with one mate it seems."

"There is far more going on between men and women than normally is shown to their fellow villagers. Dark nights hide a lot of activity, and men can be away to their jobs. Everyone can project the illusion of prudent relations and be off to their latest love the next moment. People are content unless they can get away with it."

Patrick had placed a hand on one arm of Charlotte. Normally, she would not have cared about such a simple gesture from anybody, but now she could not endure it. She brushed him away and jumped out of her chair, she felt her heart beat in her throat. What was wrong with her! He definitely had a way to get under her skin.

A quick step, and Patrick had her against the wall. He pushed his hands to the wall, on two sides beside her. "You are reacting far more to my jest than anyone else I know. Most people just shrug it off. It looks like I am not only interesting to old crone witches. Will you now start following all my moves, and weigh everything I say as important evidence?"

Charlotte was by now feeling like she would pass out. She felt very hot, yet shivers ran through her like she was ill. Yet she still had a strong urge to face up to this man, make him respect her. "I have my pride as a..."

Patrick kissed her, making her lose any resolve she had left. Her legs could not support her anymore, and she slid to the ground, held upright only by his arms. "Wow, that is a serious reaction." He steadied her a bit, and moved away to the door. "Petty! Can you help me for a moment?"

Soon, the maid came in, and Charlotte was pulled up with four hands, and guided to another door. She felt a soft bed under her; hands loosened her blouse from her burning skin. Even pulled it off her. The cooler air gave her some relief from the heat, and she could now determine the shapes of Petty and Patrick near her. Not able to think, she pulled Patrick to her in a hug, giving her muscles something to hold on to, decreasing those shivers.

Petty made some urging comments, Patrick moved out of her embrace, and somewhere to the side. Charlotte grabbed the blankets under her instead, while her body whirled for better comfort. She became aware, that her body was craving for sex. She shoved her skirt lower by her thigh band. Her hands moved to her vagina as soon as possible, and resulted in a cry from Petty. Both of them were looking at her, triggering some shame, but did not lessen her thirst for relief of her tensions. Petty wanted to cover Charlotte with a sheet; however, Patrick stopped her by standing behind her and grabbing her wrists. He was fascinated by Charlotte's acute urges.

Patrick had become excited by the view, but did not interact with Charlotte at all, other than looking at her. His hands were on his maid, who fought it; she was not accustomed to denying Patrick anything he wanted. Eventually she gave in, and by then his hands had been all over her rich bosom. Charlotte had moved her skirt down enough, to allow her legs the freedom to push it away completely. She really did not want clothes on her burning skin anymore. Her legs directly opened to give her more freedom to rub. This was not close enough to what her body really wanted; she wanted Patrick in her more than anything. However, she was far too stubborn to ask for such a thing. Her hands would have to be enough as an alternative.

The blouse of Petty was opened enough to give Patrick access to her actual breasts. Her breath was heavy enough, to audibly alternate with Charlotte's gasps for air. Charlotte lost her focus on them completely, as her body took over control. She was only faintly aware that he still had his attention on her, increasing her craving for release. She rubbed herself with still more vigor. That illusive release came to her in the end, and her body spasmed with it.

When she had time to clear her thoughts, she could hear two heavy breaths, and saw the now dark red face of Petty moving above her. Her large breasts were jumping in and out of view. Patrick had entered her, and was now enjoying his maid, to the fullest. The air was still full of tension; that gave no rest to Charlotte. Their intense mating made her body flair up instantly again. If only Patrick would ride her like this, that would have made her feel so much better.

She had to suppress the almost physical urge to try to switch with this maid. Her back was so wet and clammy on the bed, that she moved herself to her belly. That was not comfortable either against those wet sheets. She moved away from Petty, and moved her knees under her body. With more air to cool her skin, she started to masturbate again. A gasp from Patrick made clear that he could see her again over Petty's shoulders. "Oh yes, Charlotte show me more, I missed the view of your hands in your pussy already. And now together with a nice ass, splendid!"

Patrick moved along the bed, moving Petty with him, giving him a better view at Charlotte's opened buttocks. Both Charlotte and Petty made an effort to protest but failed. Petty's face was pushed very near Charlotte's genitals, but her lust only seemed to increase with it. She could feel Petty's breath moving along her hot Labia, in the moments that Patrick shoved her forwards. He was indirectly exciting her further. Spasms moved through Charlotte's body multiple times, making the scene even more indecent as before. Patrick made approving noises every time.

Patrick could no longer extend his pleasure; he shoved deep in his maid moving her forwards enough for her face to be planted between Charlotte's buttocks. Charlotte tried moving forwards, the bed was too small though, and again Petty's face was pushed against her. Petty used a hand, to push herself away from Charlotte again. But with it, she pushed against her tender parts so profoundly, that Charlotte felt an even heavier spasm move through her, she sprayed the hand and face of the poor maid with a liquid, which she uncontrollably released. Charlotte felt the hand of the maid fall to the bed, and the maid climaxed with her face pressed at Charlotte's ass and open genitals.

The maid moved away, as Patrick stopped pushing her. She still breathed heavily. Somehow, the high tension left the air enough for Charlotte to have her first clear thought of the hour. "I have to get out of here; fast!" She let herself roll off the bed, pulling her blouse with her. Rolling over the ground, she grabbed her skirt, and ran out of the room. She did not pause anywhere, and ran down the stairs too. Under the stairs, a broom was left, standing next to the wall. Petty had been busy with it, when Patrick called her earlier.

Charlotte grabbed the broom, pushing her clothes to it in the same movement. She shoved the broom between her legs, and pushed off with her feet. Immediately she flew, and gained a lot more speed. She had just enough space to turn towards the main door inside the hall. With a gesture of one hand, and a surge of power, the door flew open. She dived low through it and into the air again outside.

Before she left the castle behind her, she looked back and saw the cleric standing in the courtyard, looking at her. She did not need any more motivation, as she soared towards the relative safety of her home. There, she quickly realized, that her under clothes would still be lying on Patrick's floor. She only had her boots on, but that was her least concern.

What had happened to her that afternoon? Never in her whole life, had she reacted so strongly and weirdly to anything. Even now, her heart was racing thinking about what had happened. Patrick had clearly an unexpected effect on her; it had to relate to his witch blood. Oh, she longed to talk to other witches about this, longed for her mother's wisdom. Just any one of them would help, even aunt Isabel would do right now. However, her promise to Patrick had blocked that path completely. She would have to face this alone, an inexperienced witch against a hot-blooded warlock. She could not ignore him; she had promised him to teach him how to control his powers.

She was certain his effect on her had started the moment she first saw him; perhaps even before. He had never used a spell; it just came naturally to him. A continuous spell that would bring witches to their knees in front of him. Perhaps the really old witches would be immune, but any witch with still an ounce of lust left in her body would probably be helpless.

And now, it even became clear to her, that this power had been unlocked by Lilah's spell on him. His mother had shielded him from the witches, and from himself with her spell until a foolish witch was clever enough to use fairy power on him. There was one hope left for her, with effort she could seal that power again. He would have to relieve himself first, but then there would be a minute chance to put a powerful enough spell on him to keep his powers from influencing everybody around him. Witches would be far more vulnerable to him than normal people would, as they had been trained to feel the subtle flows of magic around them. In addition, most of the witches did not interact with men at all, which made more difficult to learn how to defend themselves better against it.

Charlotte could imagine a scenario where a warlock with a group of witches, who were practically his slaves, would drive the other witches to create whole mountains, just to stop him moving closer. With nothing around for comfort, she made something to eat, and she crept into her bed. Tomorrow, she would have to devise a plan to seal Patrick, but right now, she felt too much gloom on her, to be able to think straight.

Exhausted she fell asleep.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 09



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Chapter 9: Gratitude

Charlotte woke up earlier than normal with urgent feelings. She washed quickly at home. Brendon would probably come to the lake, but that was of no concern today. Sitting on her couch, she took her time considering her options to get Patrick under a ward again. In the moment of the casting, he had to be spent. In addition, at the same moment, she had to be at her best.

She needed to avoid coming under the same compulsion as yesterday. Her biggest problem was that she did not trust herself at all. Thinking clearly of Patrick was hard, and she was not even close to him. The frustration she had felt yesterday was still lingering inside her; how could he tease her so much? She needed to be clear headed and very close to him. Right now, she could not think how that could happen. That problem had to be solved later; the other part of her problem was probably easier.

Patrick had to be near her after his act. He had agreed to bring cloth to Eveline, and he wanted her gratitude, probably to win more chances to have her at his disposal. Therefore, the biggest problem was timing on her own part. When would he buy the cloth? She was not totally sure that he would keep his promise. However, given that he had the same fairy blood as Charlotte running in his veins, he would have a hard time backing out of it. Even if he was not aware of any limitations placed on him.

Even when she would ask Eveline to warn her that he was meeting her, she could be too late to react. Living close to Eveline a few days was also not to Charlotte's liking. Both options would put extra stress on the maiden, and that could hamper her plan. However, there was another option, Patrick would have to buy the cloth first, and he would probably do that right before going to Eveline. Otherwise, he would have to go back to the castle carrying a pack of cloth. He could send a servant to buy it for him, but even then, he would probably time this with his own visit.

Her best option was to find a way to know when the cloth was bought. Charlotte had to go to the merchant and put some kind of scrying spell somewhere on his place that would alert her. The problem with this kind of spell was that it was hard to place. And she had to move quickly enough to get to Eveline, so she had to fly again; walking there would be far too slow.

Charlotte was not scared to fly again, but had not done it before yesterdays escape. She had heard stories about it though, those suggested that a broom was a great help with it. Beatrice had not needed anything in Patrick's story, but she had been highly emotional on the moment she flew away. Concentrating on a broom, in such a state, would be very difficult. On the other hand, she had plenty of power to her disposal, emotions were helping with that. Charlotte just needed to feel really hurried at the moment, that would provide her with enough drive to fly.

The first thing to do was to inspect the merchant and look for a way to place a spell on his place. When the cloth was stored inside, the door would probably be the best spot to use for the spell.

She ate some leftovers and quickly walked to town. It was still so early that she met Brendon near the bridge. He had been looking forward to meeting her at the pool that morning. To prevent gossip, they agreed that the disappointed man would wait some time, before returning to his work. Otherwise, every villager would quickly learn of their morning encounters. 

Entering the town, Charlotte looked for the late widow's home. She found it quickly, after a helpful girl showed her the spot. It had a garden with big plants around it. Charlotte hid there to observe it some more. A large female calico cat walked towards her, she even lay down beside her. Charlotte thought about Louise and the shop; this had probably been the cat from the widow, and the cat missed her companionship.

There was some activity inside the house. Most of the goods were left on the outside, but all the cloth was taken inside. It would be convenient to show to it there to interested people, and it would not get wet from the rain. The small house would be quite crowded with three people staying there with lots of merchandise. Charlotte was already concentrating on the spell, she could get to the door relatively unseen due to the plants. She started to move slowly forwards toward the door.

The plant, she intended as her hiding place, was smaller than she liked. She had to crouch low for cover, but she could reach for the doorpost from behind it. She placed her hand on it, and started with the spell. She imagined a big bundle of cloth going through the door, without regard to who would carry it. Charlotte broke out of her concentration when someone walked around the house. One of the servants had left the back door earlier. Now he had noticed her, and was standing close to her spot, too.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Looking for something to steal? Get up!"

"No, I don't want these goods," was her quick response in a hushed voice.

"I don't believe you. What are you looking for?"

"A handsome man," was the only plausible answer that Charlotte could think of. It was not far besides the truth.

"Now, that wish is fulfilled then," was his response. He had pushed up his chest. It was certain that he wasn't the best-looking man around, but he probably thought that he was. She had to play along though to get a second chance on placing her spell.

She pulled him with her, deeper into the foliage. There, she pushed her body to him. "Do you know how to make a woman happy? I had my eyes all over you yesterday, hold me!"

The man had certainly stopped his plan to call his master. He enjoyed feeling her and pulled her even closer. Their bodies moved over each other and they held each other in a tight embrace. She kissed him deeply, trying to arouse him even more, and kept moving her body tight against his body. He tried to get one of his hands on her breasts but failed at first. Then Charlotte allowed him to grope her, if that made him more eager, she was fine with it.

She didn't want the other two men to start missing him, so she started to untie his belt. He had his hand inside her blouse already before it came loose. She shoved his pants down and her skirt up and placed him inside her. She hoped that he would come as fast as Patrick had on the meadow. Now, she made a show of moans and whirls to encourage him, moving her hips on his penis. It felt as raw as Bryan had, when he first entered her. However, her wild movements had made his phallus touch her womb on the inside.

Instantly, she felt the warmth expanding from it. It made her far more wet and even healed her raw insides again. The shadows around her disappeared, and her show became much closer to her reality. This was quickly turning into a pleasurable experience. She had guessed right, he lost control soon and left a load of sperm inside her. It made the spell on her womb even more active than before. Feeling in control, Charlotte now drained more energy from the man. It even added to her own power somehow. That would be handy for her next action, but also was clearly against any normal behavior of witches. For now, the man was out of the picture, he would wake up some time later, and then she would have finished and would be gone.

Charlotte moved back to the door, and now managed to cast the spell with ease. This extra stimulation to her senses actually helped her with performing such an intricate spell. It felt almost as if it had been some trivial spell. She felt it on the door as clearly as she had hoped. This was the answer to her biggest problem! In this state, she would be able to cast a spell on Patrick that was a match for Beatrice's earlier spell.

Quickly, she scanned the street for passing villagers, none were visible from here. She stood up and walked from the house, as if she had finished some business with them normally. She wanted to visit Eveline now, to tell her to expect her working material soon. It would be the best to get her in as good a mood as possible; she would wait for Patrick's visit with lots of anticipation. Charlotte walked to her house already feeling reassured.

Before she arrived there, she saw a man running down the street. He noticed her and continued to run up to her directly. Between his hard breathing, he managed to relay his message. "James sent me to you. Come to his old farm; a cow in labor is dying." Charlotte was instantly running, she had a job to do. This was her chance to get this village to acknowledge her skills and help them at the same time. She roughly knew where to look for the farm, and pushed herself forward faster. Her speed would be critical for this job to succeed.

She could hear people and a cow yelling before she could see the barnyard. She rounded some trees and saw James together with a younger farmer and a farm hand standing around a cow. The legs of a calf were already visible, but there was also much blood around. She ran to the cow and immediately pushed her hands to its side. She could feel that the womb was ruptured on the inside. The cow was pushed almost too far. With a deep breath, she placed her feet firmly to the ground and mustered all her concentration.

The flesh of a living being knew its own regular form; she had to find that again inside the broken body. It had spent far too much energy already. This was such a large beast. She had helped her aunt once with a wound, but that had been much smaller. She could almost lose herself in this, there was so much wrong with this cow. Charlotte had to think back at how helpless she had felt even this morning. She had turned that around, so this had to be possible too. Despair was her enemy, the men around, the cow itself, everybody believed that it was too late.

"No! I won't let you die on me! Men, do your job. I will hold this cow alive." With that, she pepped herself up and let a lot of her energy lose on the cow. She felt the big womb react, the internal ruptures stopped with bleeding. She hoped she could feed the cow enough energy to make it survive long enough.

The men pulled again at the calf after they noticed that no new blood was flowing. It still took time to get the calf out, but Charlotte found enough new energy in her to feed to the cow. She really wanted it to survive, it was very valuable to these men, and she wanted it to know that too. The cow needed the chance to meet its calf and feel happy with it.

Quite some time later, the calf dropped out. Now, Charlotte could really start healing the cow and fully close those internal wounds. People would die if they had such trauma, but this beast had been strong. Slowly she could feel the flesh and membranes reattach itself again. After some time the cow even felt good enough to lie down. That helped Charlotte a lot as the cow could now find her own energy too. She finished her healing but landed on the ground herself, after her deep concentration broke.

Uncertain, James walked to her. "Are you all right? Can I support you?" She grabbed his arm but could not hold on to it. Two other hands lifted her from the ground and helped her to the farmhouse. She was guided to a bed there and was brought some water to drink.

"How is the cow?" was her first question after she woke from sleeping. James was sitting near her bed.

"Oh, it is fine and sleeping. The calf is already on its feet, healthy as can be. You probably saved two lives this day, we are very grateful for that."

"That is good. I almost lost it when I first touched that Cow. It had given up already."

"You can communicate his animals this way?"

"Not like talking, but I can exchange emotions. Animals can have a range of emotions not much less than people. The love for her calf was probably the best motivation I could use to help her endure."

"What would have happened to you, when you would have failed?" James had a concerned look on his face. "Can we ask for your help like this, or would we endanger you too, this way?"

Charlotte had not thought about that, she had felt the pain and despair of the cow. She had felt her struggle to live on, later she even shared her love. Could she share in the death of a cow too? "I don't know the answer to that. However, it will not lessen my resolve to help your village in this way. I will get better at healing. I had little knowledge of cows before, but now I understand them much better. Each time I help them, should be easier on my body."

James did not look happier. "I have found a daughter; do not throw your life away for an animal. We value them, but we eat them too."

Charlotte pulled herself upright; she felt better and did not want to be in bed for long.

"Do you need anything in return from us? A cow is a priced possession here."

"Just give me food as thanks. I could use more vegetables and I saw smoked sausages hanging inside. Some of those would be welcome too."

"You can have free food as long as you stay near the town anyway. As a reassurance that you could help us again, we will provide you with all the food you might need. Can we give you something else too?"

"I could use some cloth for more clothes. You know I normally wear black. And I would like some help with carving trees, so I can have fresh water by my house."

"Now that is more like it. Yes, that would be appropriate. I will talk to my son about it; make yourself ready at your leisure. We will visit the merchant as soon as you like."

Charlotte ate from the bread and dried sausage that were near her bed. Before she was finished, a farm hand brought her a bag overflowing with different types of food, vegetables, apples and meat. "Thank you, this is more than I asked for."

She followed him when he left and was introduced to Paul and his wife Wilma. She noticed the relief on their faces both for their cow and for Charlotte's quick recovery. But Charlotte had more things on her mind this day, so she said goodbye and walked to town with James. A couple of their children followed them until James ordered them to return home.

They walked by James' house and continued on to the merchants. They entered the house where the helper from earlier was surprised to see her. She just smiled at him quickly and then ignored him. There was enough cloth to choose from, but Charlotte was careful not to take so much that she could trigger her own spell. She found some good quality black cloth and James paid for it.

With the cloth in her regular bag, she thanked James and walked to Evelines. She knocked and asked for her when her mother answered. She entered the same room as she was before. "Hello Charlotte, do you have news? Were you really inside the castle?" Eveline was already high into anticipation; she looked quite young and energetic.

"Oh yes, I have been inside and have talked to Patrick. He has promised that he would help you, though I don't know when..." Charlotte could not finish her sentence because Eveline hugged her at that moment and kissed her quite passionately, too. It took Charlotte a moment to adjust herself to this. She had not hoped or asked for Eveline's intimate attention. The maiden clearly had no urge to stop her kiss soon and Charlotte felt that her surprise was melting away.

Eveline had known no other way to express her overwhelming gratitude. Charlotte felt her body relax in the close embrace, she had not yet recovered completely and could use the comfort. Eveline felt that she lost her tension and started to massage Charlotte's back in her embrace. Charlotte was feeling how tired she still was and tried to let her body slide down to sit on the table. However, Eveline had other plans and led her to her bed. She urged her to lie down on her belly and started to massage her shoulders in earnest.

Charlotte let out sigh and then Eveline stepped back. "Wait here a moment." And left the room quickly returning with a vial in her hand. She loosened Charlotte's blouse and pulled if off. "Just lie down and relax." And she started rubbing a nice smelling type of oil on her bare shoulders. That felt very good, and in a moment, she almost fell asleep as Eveline's hand rubbed her shoulders and back muscles. She was slowly working her way lower on Charlotte's back and touched her waistband.

"May I lower it?" was Eveline's soft-spoken question. Charlotte agreed to it and even pushed it down over her ass. She heard Eveline breathe in, the moment she did that, but Eveline continued to rub her lower back. Tentative hands moved on to her buttocks and returned there with increasing frequency. Even her sides got some attention, including the sides of her breasts.

Eveline was getting used to touching the more intimate parts of Charlotte's body, and it looked like it pleased her enough to continue further every time. Soon her hands had moved completely over her posterior and onto the legs pushing her skirt down even more. She was not about to stop with it soon. Charlotte had given herself over to her hands for some time now; she was ready for anything that Eveline would try with her.

Soon Eveline got the first glimpse of her vagina, resulting in a new pronounced intake of air. She gave herself some time to get accustomed to it by returning to Charlotte's shoulders, but soon her hands found their way to her buttocks again even pulling them apart a bit. She looked at her intimate parts for a moment before she moved her hand from her anus to her vagina and back. This resulted in a near audible moan from Charlotte. She liked the gentle attention on her and was awarded by more strokes to her vagina and anus; she let the slow waves of warmth flow through her body, it reacted lazily to those touches, but Eveline could definitely feel it.

After some consideration, Eveline moved her skirt all the way down from her legs and she removed her shoes. She first took her time oiling her feet completely even between her toes. Then, she worked her way upwards along her legs pushing some left over fatigue from her earlier run, out of them. All this time, she had a good view of Charlotte's vagina, it definitely held her attention, and soon her hands returned to it and started moving between its lips.

Charlotte opened her legs to allow Eveline to continue easier, she took the invitation and used both her hands, one to her vagina and one pushing between her buttocks. She seemed to be interested in both places, rubbing them more deeply now. In a bold move, she pushed one finger in both her holes moving them in and out at the same time. Charlotte moaned and had some vivid memories of a similar occurrence on the meadow earlier. She was so relaxed that any intimate touch felt very pleasant, even in her ass.

Eveline pulled her fingers out and poured oil directly on her ass letting it flow down to her vagina too; she was still not ready with that. With a heavier breath than before, two well-oiled fingers were pushed into both her two holes, making Charlotte gasp. She started to wonder how far the maiden wanted to go and that thought heated her up considerably. Still in combo, the fingers moved in and out of her and after some movement, she pushed them in completely, pushing quite strongly against her private parts. She almost climaxed from it, when the fingers were pulled out afterward.

Again, she felt oil flowing between her buttocks and could feel the two hands near her. However, Eveline stopped it suddenly and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. She was kneading them without restraint. Then she pulled them apart and started licking her anus. Charlotte longed for a release, so she moved her own hand between her legs and rubbed herself into a climax. Eveline was a close witness of it, still massaging her vigorously.




Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 09



Charlotte pushed herself on her side and reached for the maiden. They kissed long and tenderly. During it, she moved her hand between Eveline's legs and when she touched her womanhood, Eveline broke the kiss looking at her, as if in heat. "You have amazing hands, Eveline. I am supposed to be the witch here, but you work real magic with clothes and with massages. Almost too good, for that rascal Patrick."

Eveline blushed, and Charlotte helped her undress, during which she got multiple shy smiles and giggles. Looking at her dark red and slightly opened vagina for the first time, made Eveline blush across her torso and upper legs. "You are just too cute." Charlotte kneeled, pushed her tongue between the labia, and licked her clitoris, making her yelp. Not that impressed, she also put two fingers deep inside her and felt her whirling under her. She knew a bit of what made Eveline tick, due to the meadow experience. She pinned the maiden down and continued pushing into her.

Through the first orgasms, she held on to her and continued her licking and moving, though she slowed a bit with her hands, in the moments that Eveline was especially sensitive. All the spectacle of movement and gasps never seemed to bore her; Eveline had such a nice body with fine features and with a jumping vagina that she could look at all day.

She felt so much more energetic after the massage and the sex. Charlotte already looked forward to an invigorating tumble with Brendon. She pulled her hand out of the soaked vagina and kissed her gently again. Eveline was lying content in her arms like a sweet child. Charlotte slowly dressed herself again and said goodbye to the still naked maiden. Eveline watched her with a hand, almost absent mindedly, moving between her legs. This lady had some stamina in that frail looking body.

Charlotte still wanted to complete her planning, as much as possible, for her encounter with Patrick and walked home. She had left some apples at Eveline's place; there was too much inside that bag to walk easily with it. Her other bag contained cloth she didn't want to stain it already. She started the walk home without the emptied feeling of earlier. It was early in the afternoon by now, and the weather was not that good anymore, with gray skies and some slight drizzle. It did not soak her much, but she was glad when she was home nonetheless.

She stored her new food as safe as she could, thinking that she still had to fetch the cat from Louise. But she had not seen her today, otherwise she would have thought about it. "Oh well, that can wait a bit longer, but I would like to know how their relationship has developed by now."

Then, she noticed that a few things were missing. Nothing special, her soap was in the place she left it, but its leather pouch was gone. Also, her oil and the rope she had not used yet were gone. Strange, nobody from town would go to her place to get such goods. She started to look for clues but did not find anything. Then, she opened her bed-box to inspect it. A sack was pulled over her face, and almost at the same moment, she felt rope against her skin. She wanted to pull back from it but somehow could not manage that. Her muscles simply refused to move away from it. More robes were put on her, and she was pulled by it across the room.

She started to protest. "What do you want from me?" However, that only resulted in the pulling of the sack to slightly above her mouth, and something was forced between her teeth. Again, she could not resist it in any way. She could taste leather, soap and oil. That was her soap pouch in her mouth. She was pulled to her table; oil was poured around her neck dripping both along her back as between her breasts. With it, her last control was lost and while feeling paralyzed her clothes were removed. She was bound by her arms to the table, while her legs were still on the ground. Her belly connected with the cold wood. Then, her legs were forced outside, and her ankles were bound to the table legs.

"You took your sweet time to come home," was Louise's voice saying from behind her. "And with Dan talking with the Merchant in the shop, there was nothing we could help with there. I was getting bored, and that is not proper for someone like me." And a hand hit her left buttock. "Oh, yes, you may move now." Charlotte could suddenly use her muscles again, her bottom ached. She still could not make any sound.

"It is a good thing I know something about witchcraft myself. I felt you still owed me something for the fine goods you borrowed. So today, you will grant me the use of that lewd body of yours. I hope you don't mind, but even if you do, that still won't help you much." A gloved hand was pressed between her open legs. "It looks like you had some fun already today, just to keep me waiting for you." Again, she felt a slap that made her skin burn, not hard enough to pain her much. It just added to her exposed plight.

"You know what my problem is?" Louise waited for some reaction that Charlotte still could not give. "My problem is that I still do not get the full attention I need. I hope you'll give me yours right now." She felt a new slap. "But it is not you; you are now tied up nicely. It is unfortunately Bryan. You know that boy whom you gave to me to play with." A hand was moving through her vagina just to make sure she knew what Louise indicated. "He is fine when tied down, that gives me my attention. However, without these ropes, his mind seems to wander. I wonder what is luring him, is it that I am lacking something? Therefore, I am here to check it out. Is your ass better than mine?" Two hands moved over and between her buttocks. "Hmm, yes, that could be it. That's a fine ass you have there, it's definitely bigger than mine; it could make his mind wander to greener pastures." Again a slap. "Or by now, some red meadow."

"Or can it be that he longs for bigger breasts." She felt a hand pushed to each of her breast. "Bigger yes, but at least he does not look away from mine when they are perky and aroused. Perhaps it just helps his mind to return to you. I certainly know he likes your holes. So wait here a moment and I will fetch him to conclude this investigation."

After that notice, Charlotte was left lying on her table. She really felt hot and exposed, with no way to do anything about it. Normally, she could have used her powers to untie knots, it was hard work, but it could be done. However, right now she could not move any muscle and her powers were sealed off, too. A good reason witches were cautious with borrowing things, you never knew what price would be asked for it later. She trusted Louise enough to not panic, but this newly awakened side of her still puzzled Charlotte. Before, she had thought of Louise as a hard working villager. But, she was not so sure about her being from this village anymore. She probably had moved here after a very different life in some city.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Louise entering the house again. The sack was pulled from her face. "Look who we have here." Charlotte's eyes adjusted and she could see a naked Bryan and an almost naked Louise. She had a set of leather bands tied to her legs, arms and torso. These bands did nothing to hide her womanly features though, they made them even stand out more. Her breasts were held upright by leather, and there were no bands covering her vagina or buttocks. Louise clearly liked the attention to her newest fashion. "Look at the pains I've gone through to be more presentable. Everything to please my man." Playfully she moved around showing off more of her genitals and ass. "But no, nothing helped. I'm really desperate, Charlotte." Everything about this proud woman was in stark contrast to that last statement; even her voice was hot and confident. Charlotte could see that she held a rope that was tied to a band around Bryan's neck.

"So, Bryan, be a good boy now and show Charlotte something of what you've learned. You just have to know that though she's here for you now, later you always will ask both her and mine permission for this kind of pleasure." Bryan just nodded though he did not look at Louise; his eyes were fixed on Charlotte's features the whole time. That resulted in Louise yanking the cord in her hands. "That's not proper, Bryan look at me when I ask you something." Bryan had yelped and looked at Louise now.

"Yes, Louise, thank you for taking me here. I'll do what you ask."

"That's much better." And Louise kissed him deeply pulling his face town to below her and let her tongue move through his mouth. "So now you have the show, make me proud."

Bryan walked out of Charlotte's view though Louise just moved towards a cupboard with a broad lower closet and a working area. She sat on it and she let one leg dangle, she placed her other foot close to her bottom on the cupboard. This gave Charlotte a clear view of her opened private parts, and she could see everything Bryan was doing.

Charlotte felt strong hands move over her body, not so much massaging as Eveline has done but more reassuring himself that it was a real body there. He explored her back, moved to her sides feeling her breasts too. She was lifted a bit from the table, and his hands move fully to her breasts. Simultaneous she could feel his penis between her buttocks. Bryan gasped and moved his hips to slide it between them, but went too far away, and it popped down. Moving forwards again it entered her vagina while Bryan still held her up by her breasts.

"Oh, I did not... ugh"

The phallus was much smoother inside her than earlier, Louise must have oiled it. But Charlotte had still spasmed a bit with surprise at this quick start. Louise saw it all and burst into a laugh. It was clear that she had anticipated that things would not go as Bryan had planned.

Bryan lost both his grip on Charlotte and the little control he had over this scene. He moved in and out of Charlotte as if his life depended on it. Due to Louise's preparations, it felt really smooth and Charlotte enjoyed it too, though she knew Bryan could not keep this up for long. Louise kept laughing as if to encourage Bryan further, and she stroked her own vagina freely.

Charlotte felt Bryan's penis spasm in her, he was at his limit. She did not want it to end this soon though. Quickly she tried to mimic Lilah's energy to see if she could pass it to Bryan without touching him with her hand. He had touched her womb, so her senses had started to heighten already. This had really been quick. She felt him react, that was a success. That spell could be given to a man via his close contact in her vagina, and it was a nice option to have.

Louise was looking intensely at what Bryan was doing. Multiple shots of sperm flowed into Charlotte's womb, but that didn't give Bryan the relief that was usual. His penis was swelling more with each move he made deep inside Charlotte, which made her muscles react to it, urging it on. Bryan kept moving, but slower as if he was wondering what had happened.

His hands were exploring Charlotte's back and found her breasts again. She was lifted up and with that, Bryan managed to move deeper into her. He touched her womb far more than before. Her womb exploded with warmth that made her see as if golden sunlight washed over everything in sight. She made approving noises and squirmed almost as much as she had with Eveline. Oh, that hot throbbing phallus and his hands felt so good. Her urge for release was not that high, but she enjoyed these heightened sensations to the fullest.

Louise looked curiously at Bryan and her mating. She even climbed from the cupboard to watch the proceeding from up close. She circled the table completely, taking her time to view the coupling from any angle. Bryan did not stop; he even intensified his movements as if he had to perform better under close inspection. Charlotte could not help to make noises though the pouch in her mouth still kept her from yelling out loud. Louise had finished her round and put both hands on her face.

"You squeak like a young girl, I like that. But I never gave any permission for it; this pouch seems to have lost its power." She pulled the pouch from her mouth, giving her more room to breathe and Charlotte was grateful for that. "I must say that things are progressing better than expected, but somewhere I seem to have lost the control I had over you. It is both a pity and a good thing. You can live in the knowledge that you can break the bonds from your own blood, I only wish that I could have the same power over mine." In a sudden melancholic mood, Louise went back to her seat on the cupboard, looking at the scene while still absent-mindedly rubbing at her private parts.

Charlotte moaned and yelped freely now, often tugging at her bonds for more freedom to move and turn her body in the continued moves of the great penis that kept moving deep in her. A climax was not far away anymore, though she enjoyed herself completely without it already. Right before it could wash over her, Louise interrupted the scene for the second time.

"Bryan, stop it!" Immediately his movements stopped though he did not pull out of her.

"I had more plans for this afternoon to try. I'll not let the changes in the performance keep it from me." She stood up and moved to besides Bryan. "Pull out and move away for a moment."

Charlotte felt him moving out of her and could not hide her disappointment completely. She had enjoyed this more than any coupling before. It had not been that intense as some, but Eveline had taught her to trust the reactions of her body during sex and that made it so much better. She really wanted to visit that lady more in the future.

She was brought from her happy thoughts by the gloved hands of Louise that opened her buttocks even further. "Look closely Bryan, this will be the next hole to explore." Charlotte yelped at both the thought and the feeling of Louise's tongue that licked at her anus. She licked it longer leaving ample saliva on it before continuing her lesson. "For a woman, it is not easy to appreciate this hole as much as her vagina, but I've seen women who loved it so much that they almost took preference on it. So, I want to give Charlotte the chance to experience it today."

Charlotte was starting to worry about what would happen to her next. It probably included Bryans heavy equipment, and she was not sure she could take that on without harming herself. Louise had a firm plan in her mind though and would not back away from it. Already her tongue tried to enter inside her anus though it did not succeed with Charlotte doubting her this much.

"Louise, can you do something else first?"

Louise stopped attacking her and asked. "You cannot back out of this slut, but what can I do for you?"

"In the cupboard before me is a vial, on the right side of the second shelf. It contains a potion that will protect skin from minor injuries; it will not make it numb in any way. Please apply it to me before you continue with your rash plans." Louise jumped to the cupboard.

"That sounds like a plan; if it works I might even try this on myself, too." She found the vial instantly and within moments, some of it was applied to Charlotte on the outside of her anus and even some inside of her. She felt the same effect spread on it like the one her womb. It was less profound; it was still a failed brew but had some potency left she could use.

Louise was even more encouraged in her plans, skipped the tonguing, and proceeded to the next step. She slid out of one glove and used oil on both her fingers and Charlotte. She directly pushed two fingers in her, continuing where Eveline had stopped that day. Somewhat protected by a spell Charlotte enjoyed the movement more than she had thought she would. She relaxed her muscles and felt it move more freely inside her.

"Yes, that is the spirit, feel me move. Do not fight me, good girl."

The smooth movement continued, and with it, a new kind of warmth started to build in Charlotte. It was far more subtle than the heat of regular sex. Louise could notice a shift in Charlotte and applied even more oil to her fingers.

"Now we are getting there. This will get so much better yet; just wait."

The warmth grew. It did not radiate so much from a single spot; it just was growing through her lower body in general. All that from the smooth movement of two fingers, they did not move quickly or touched somewhere special, but it still affected her profoundly.

"This is what I aimed for, doesn't look like much hey? But feel what it does to your other parts." She moved her other still gloved hand lower and rubbed through Charlotte's vagina. The touch combined with the warmth and mingled with it making Charlotte lose her breath instantly. She had found another mystery from her body. She had no way to express herself though; other than pushing herself deeper onto those fingers that gave her this new pleasure.

"Ah, so you like it hey? Let's see what your tolerances are by now." She turned her hand with the fingers still deep inside Charlotte; it made rough movements inside of her. It was not painful but still made her anus contract around those fingers. "Yes, fuck my fingers. Bryan will love that later." That prospect made her contract even more, but Louise fought back with her hand and moved her fingers in and out against it. Charlotte felt waves coming directly from her anus mingling with the warmth; she could not help but relax again.

Louise took it as a cue to pull back to insert three fingers now. This stretched Charlotte quite a bit more, Louise moved her fingers around and let them move over each other. "So, now you are ready for the next step. Some serious stretching is coming up." Louise pulled out and pulled off her other glove. After applying some more oil, she put two fingers from each hand inside the eager anus. That was a lot extra inside her, Louise pushed to get deeper inside and then pulled her hands apart to really open up Charlotte. "There you are, you are performing lovely. I could play with you for hours, but I think Bryan has waited long enough. Here, have some more oil on your big tool; get it inside slowly. Charlotte is still learning; give her time to adapt to you first."

The fingers had stretched her more than she could have thought she could do. Nevertheless, Bryan was a big man; his phallus was in proportion, so it still had some difficulty entering her. Charlotte gasped for air and tried to relax her muscles but only partly succeeded. With quite a bit of force the penis entered her slowly, all the work on her had been necessary to help her. Even now, the spell activated to keep her insides from bleeding. She finally felt his hard cock moving deeper inside her.

"Oh, that looks so hot. You both are fitting so well with each other! Hold still Bryan, yes, wait, now slowly move out a bit." Charlotte felt a drag to her rectum; he slid out of her for some length. "Now, stop! Move back in, try to enter her a bit further. Yes, that's it!" Charlotte gasped, she had thought he was inside her completely, but that had been wrong. "Good boy, restrain yourself, but move around more now." The almost forgotten warmth started to build again as the penis was moving more smoothly through her. She was feeling better about it already. Louise helped her by stroking her vagina with her hand; it let her loosen up tension. It began to feel good, it had taken an awful lot of preparation, but she was feeling that she might enjoy this weird sex.

Without warning, Louise hit one of her buttocks, which made both Bryan and her yelp. She had squeezed him considerably for a moment. He was not hurt by it at all; he moaned and started to move faster and still deeper inside her. Louise worked hard on her womanhood and slapped both Charlotte and Bryan when she felt like it, adding some tension again to the performance. Charlotte felt like she could climax even with this phallus moving in the wrong hole. Louise did such a good job with her labia and clitoris, warmth mingled inside her. She could not sense exactly anymore, what was happening.




Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 09



It still was not her biggest climax yet, but she felt her body spasm and gave quite a bit of it to the phallus of Bryan. He roared and pushed in her even more wildly, and she felt him shooting inside her rectum with a long set of jolts. Her climax continued during it, partly because Louise gave her vagina no rest, and it was very sensitive at the moment. Both their climaxes continued longer than any she had experienced before, how could a man continue with it that long? That spell on him had worked wonders today.

Finally, he pulled out of her and Louise gave her some rest too. She heard a noise behind her that she could not place and tried to look around. Making her spine turn as much as possible, she saw Louise crouching before Bryan with his still large penis in her mouth. How was that even possible? It was so long that it would not fit half inside, but her lips almost could touch his sperm sack. Charlotte could not manage to look anymore and fell exhausted onto her table.

Louise took her time making strange noises behind her, Bryan gasped during it. Charlotte used some of her power to untie her hands and feet, it was easier than she had feared. She turned around to look at Louise. The woman had her face in a slightly weird angle; she had the phallus in her throat! Her throat was looking a lot larger than normally. She pulled back and gasped for air.

"That dick tasted really good. Oh, Charlotte, you managed to free yourself, I thought I had you firmly in my power. Sorry I underestimated you." Louise stood up and kissed Charlotte. Her taste was a mixture of all kinds of things.

"Would you guys like to stay and have dinner here?"

"What? No! I really want to know what deal Dan managed to get with the merchant. They should have finished by now." Louise moved around and fetched her clothes from Charlotte's bed. "Bryan get your clothes too, I hope they are not soaked completely." Bryan moved out of the house.

"Charlotte, it was so much fun this afternoon. I hope you enjoyed it too."

"I hope you will ask for an invitation the next time, I will not always have time and patience for your games." Louise hugged her and kissed her again.

"That would spoil half the fun of it, but I am certain that we can find something exciting in the future again. Have a nice afternoon Charlotte and think about fetching Romeo soon."

"You named the tomcat! Even when you want him gone, you like strange relationships. All right, I will come by soon, bye. Oh, Louise I might ask you a strange question in the near future, please help me quickly then."

"Oh, secrets and wicked plans! I love you so much Charlotte, please ask me anything, anytime. I am completely at your service."

After that, Charlotte was left alone. She had to make herself dinner but had so many nice fresh ingredients to choose from that it was more of an ordeal than she had thought it would be.

She was happy about the fact that Louise had made her forget Patrick completely, his spell on her was not gone but had weakened considerably. She had far more reasons to be confident about the future than before. Secretly she had enjoyed leaving control to Louise today but the witch part of her had rebelled against it too. She had grown beyond being only a witch in these days; she had her fate much more in her own hands with it.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 10



Including the visit of someone far less welcome.

Do not copy this work or parts of it to other sites than Literotica.

Many thanks to Linda62953 to help me to present this story better. 

Chapter 10: Housewarming

Charlotte almost danced to the small waterfall the next morning. She felt much better than the day earlier; she wanted to meet Brendon and wanted to fetch Romeo later. The weather was still not stable after the night's rain, but a watery sunshine was slipping through the clouds that lingered between the mountain tops nearby. It would probably rain again later today.

She saw Brendon already in the water and wanted to surprise him. She left her clothes on a place out of his direct sight and sneaked up on him from higher up the valley while he looked to the other side for her. She did not mind making sounds; they would be drowned out with the overall noise of the water around.

He yelped when she grabbed him. With her planning this meeting, she wanted to have him right away, he was acting so cute.

"Hello, Brendon, come here, I want you close." She hugged him and moved her body against him making him aroused in no time. Still wanting to play with him, she squatted down and took his now hard penis in her mouth, the cool water moved past her bottom and hot genitals. This was such a good start to her day. She wanted to feel him react to her. She had enjoyed Eveline's dances so much, she tried to get him to move his body the same way. The sucking worked fine on his young body.

Then she wanted to try his reaction to something else. If all men were obsessed with breasts, it would be nice to know what would happen if she put that phallus between them. She rose up a bit to her knees and moved it between her breasts. "I know another snug place for that toy." It almost was out of sight, but she felt it throbbing on her skin. She moved herself down again and the tip of his penis became visible. "Look, there it is again, hello toy."

Next to his reaction to it, it did not feel special, but Brendon almost fell backwards from the stimulation. That was fun but probably not handy if she wanted more from him than only this. She moved her breasts up and down for a few strokes while Brendon tried to keep his balance. It was a bit difficult for him as he had his gaze locked on her breasts.

He started throbbing so much that she found it wise to first perform the washing. "Come on, don't get too excited Brendon. I have other plans for you, so you need to be in perfect shape. Let me clean your body for you, and then you can clean me. Sound like a plan?"

"I will clean every spot on your heavenly body as long and as often as you like. I can't wait to make sure those breasts and that ass are cleaned completely."

The washing excited him but not to the point where he would lose his load quickly. After the soaping and scrubbing, she steered him under the small waterfall and pushed his penis inside her, hugging him close. "Now, you can try to undo your work again, move that body of yours, I want action."

They kissed a lot under the shower of water, and their bodies danced together. The water made them cool off enough that it extended their dance longer. Her breasts stroked the soft hairs on his chest as it tingled her nipples.

Before Jason could cum, she wanted to test another thing. He was cute but had a smaller phallus than Bryan had, she didn't mind but thought of their experiment yesterday. She pushed him back softly making him leave her. Then she bent down away from him with her bottom still under the fall. He inserted himself almost directly again, but she pushed at him to stop. "Try that hot thing of yours a bit higher this time."

"What do you mean?"

"Just move closer slowly, I'll guide you. Yes, that is perfect, ugh." His phallus was entering her anus, she quickly relaxed herself as much as possible, the protection spell hardly was necessary, but a nice safeguard to have. Brandon had his hands on her breasts, and Charlotte was rubbing her clitoris, the combined effect made her enjoy it well enough.

"Is it all right for me to move? You made a noise like you were in pain."

"Thanks, for the concern, start slowly." The warmth started to build almost as soon as he moved through her. That made up for any discomfort she had felt, she might try this more in the future. Brendon was such a handy man to have around for such experiments. She had noticed that standing against him had not awakened her womb, but it had been very pleasant. He started to move quicker making her forget everything else. The pleasure was building quickly. She rubbed herself and Brendon kept squeezing and fondling her breasts.

"That feels good; your ass is squeezing me so fine. I want to continue longer. Please, slow down."

Without realizing it, she had moved her hips against him hard; she tried to calm her movements. But a bit later, she climaxed and had moved so much she felt him pulsing inside her. Soon it would be over. Not in a hurry to stop, she let him shrink inside of her then she turned around and kissed him. "That was a success. I don't know about the next few days, but I hope to be here often."

They ran around to get warm and dry in the not yet perfect sunlight. When dry enough, they dressed and went their separate ways again. Charlotte thought about the potion that was applied to her anus yesterday. Would it heighten her reactions to anal sex? It had been very pleasant twice now. Would she feel strong urges to continue with it in the future?

There were a couple of men gathering at her house when she came home. They were armed with axes and other woodcutting tools. Bryan was between them hailing her with some relief. "Hi, Charlotte. I was worried you would not be home today." Of the other men, she only knew the farm hand from Paul, but she welcomed them all. They clearly reacted anxiously to her at first.

"Have a look at the well up here. With some tree trunks, we could lead water over them and down beside my house. Each tree should have a carved out area along the side and one under it so it can catch the water that the previous one brings to it. With a bit of luck, we’ll only need two trees for this."

Bryan had already some notion of what she wanted, and send the group to work. "We will get bigger trees than these small pines here for it. Then we can get the water to the house easier. There are larger trees higher up the valley. Let's get those down here."

After some time, they came back with a tree that they’d tugged as a group with a rope attached to it. After getting the next one, they cut the branches, which were big enough to provide for weeks of extra firewood. Some thick branches were spared to help fasten the trees in place and then they started carving. The carved areas turned out to be bigger than Charlotte had imagined she needed. It now would hold all the water from the well, giving her as much water as she could possibly need.

She made a lot of soup for them to eat asking them inside because it was raining by then. Because of the hard work, most of them had their shirts off even during the rain. She had her home filled with damp and hot male bodies. She filled everything that she could with soup, and passed the dishes to them. There were more men than cups at her home.

After lunch, she walked to town, feeling almost sad to leave all those nice bodies at her home. They still had work to finish, and she wanted to finally get her cat home. She was also interested if the bargaining of the last day had lived up to Louise’s standards. In addition, she wanted to get the big female cat from the house the merchant borrowed, as a replacement for Romeo the tomcat.

She walked to the late widow’s house and saw no one around. After visiting the carpenter shop yesterday, they could be visiting the smith by now. There were already some things around the house she remembered from the shop. She scanned the bushes with her eyes but could not find the cat easily. It could be anywhere but was probably not far. She walked between the bushes circling the house but did not find her. When she moved out of them, she faced yesterday's helper again. "Still lurking around here? Did you come back for more loving?"

"No, I am looking for a cat, have you seen it here somewhere?"

"When I say, I don't believe you; will you enjoy my handsome body again?"

Charlotte let out a sigh, "I really came for the cat, is she inside perhaps?"

"You are welcome to look around, it's dry and snug inside."

Oh well, it was not that she was afraid of this man. Charlotte entered the house and found the cat balancing itself high up on a small cupboard. She reached for it and lifted it gently in her arms.

"Darn, I hoped you wanted my embrace and not that musty cat. I have strict orders to never bother actual customers, but, if you need some warmth, you are always welcome in my arms."

"I will remember your generous proposal sir, but I have an urgent appointment right now. I hope we will meet again when the timing is better." She left the house, and walked towards the shop walking out of sight of her eager admirer. It was a nice game to play with him even when she didn'’t want to perform a service.

She didn'’t see Louise outside the shop. It was probably not the best weather to be fabricating ropes. After knocking on the door, it was quickly opened by her. "Welcome, Charlotte. I am busy rearranging the shop. We traded quite some goods yesterday and I have to sort out the last of them, and find a good place for everything again. Ah, you found a cat, or is that a small pig you are carrying? Can it still catch mice?"

"What do you want, a tiger to fight with you or a more humble female? This cat is still heavy after her old owner died, it has been able to find food easily." Romeo was walking closer. He wanted to inspect the other cat from up close. As an example, Charlotte lowered the cat to the ground. She immediately growled at Romeo with such authority that the black cat fled to a high shelf. Then she began to walk dignified around the place as if she was making a normal evenings outing.

"Well, that cat has an attitude I can appreciate. I like her! You have brought me a grand dame. Thank you very much. It will pain my heart to let Romeo go, but I think that he has to leave. Felicia will have the floor now."

"Did Dan strike a good deal yesterday?"

"Oh, I think so. I would have tried for more myself, but he has an eye for things that farmers will need in the coming months. We will have a steady stream of customers for sure. Moreover, most of the things that are sold are produced here in the valley. Right now, the deal is roughly even, but it will pay off greatly in the long run. Do you need me yet for some nefarious plan of yours, or do I have to wait longer?"

"Are you that eager to come to my aid? I hope you don't die of boredom soon."

"I have found new ways to entertain myself lately, but still, ask me any time."

"Then I will leave you to your demanding job then. I hope Romeo is willing to come with me."

It took a little time to get the young cat from the shelf again. It trembled in Charlotte's arms, the poor beast. "See you soon, Louise."

The outside was damp enough to make Romeo even more miserable. That suited Charlotte's plan. She did not want him to try to reach the shop again, even if that would be highly unlikely with the stream and the rope bridge between the two spots. She walked quickly to her home seeing that the men there had fastened the trees in place. Water was flowing in them.

"You guys have done a fine job. It works so well. Thank you all." She moved past them to place Romeo inside her home. "I cannot thank you guys enough. I would have tried to make it myself, but would not have had such a good working system in place for weeks."

The men gathered their belongings and wanted to leave. "Bryan, do not forget the extra equipment I borrowed from Dan. Also greet him and Elsa for me."

"It was nice to help you with your home again. Enjoy it, bye." A line of men walked towards the town. Charlotte waved at them and then went to look if Romeo would settle down in her house.

The young cat had just started to move from the place she left him. "Go on, look around the place, you are the man in this house now." He was still young enough to be curious of anything. Romeo was soon trying to reach every spot that would possibly hold him. She had lived in a home with a whole bunch of cats around, so this new house-mate was more than welcome.

Suddenly, she felt a familiar aura near. Charlotte jumped up and ran outside. There she saw her Mother Bianca, with hands set on her hips looking at her house. She almost jumped into her arms. Her last visit to Isabel had been months ago.

"Oh, mother, welcome to my home. I had hoped for you to come." She kissed her proud mother, and then pulled her with her. "Please come inside, this house is so nice."

"Hold still, you little thunderstorm. Let me have a look at you first. It looks like time still has no effect on you. Will you be young forever?"

"Stop that mom. You are the one that looks exactly like when I left our house together with Isabel. I have grown a lot since then."

"Not so much in length though. I still seem to be taller than you, but you have bested me in curves. Have you met that handsome father of yours, and thanked him for his part of the bargain."

"I met him yes, and even promised that I would bring him here to meet you. However, that can wait for tomorrow. Come inside, do you want anything to eat? I have lots of fresh fruit."

"Yes, Dan built a separate room for shoes and wet clothes. It will probably even help with keeping the house warmer in the winter. I do not yet have sandals, but you have seen the water works. I can practically fill a pot with water standing here inside my house."

"That looks nice yes. Will my little girl become lazy the moment she leaves her tutor?"

"I might, yes. There is much more. Look at this a couch with a carpet underneath it, and a box bed behind those doors. I could sleep through the winter in its warmth. You can sleep in the bed tonight, and I still will be more than comfortable on the couch."

"What will they think of next, using iron to catch sparks? Things have changed for the better around here, when they think iron is so cheap that they can use it in such a way. This is not a home, it's a palace made of wood."

"Here have some fruit. I have apples and some early berries. I have saved a cow in labor in town already, now they want to provide me with free food."

"Saved a cow? That should have been a tough job for you, was it wounded?"

"It was, and it had bled almost to death the moment I arrived. I could only save it by using an awful lot of energy."

"So, you have not gone lazy yet. I don’t know if I could have done better. Have you healed a large animal before?"

"Only some scratches on Isabel. She had hurt herself when she misstepped in the mountains."

"That is almost no practice. How did you manage this feat? Could you completely close the wound?"

"Yes, I'm certain of that. The cow wanted to lie down on her belly and she wouldn't have done that if she still was hurt."

Bianca looked at her daughter with different, slightly piercing eyes. "You haven't lost your fighting spirit. Make good use of it, but don't let it turn against you, that can easily go wrong."

"Am I so special in that regard? I don't recall any use of force during my youth."

"I recall it. You almost knocked me out when I told you to go live with Isabel. Oh, I could keep my composure then, but that was only due to experience. I could not break down in front of my own dear child on such an important occasion."

"Oh, mother. I am sorry I did that. I can still feel the agony of the moment. Why did it have to be Isabel?"

"Why Isabel? That is rash child. She is a fine tutor and a good woman. You know that very well. Don't whine to me about getting you under her care."

"But she is so reclusive. There were almost no visits of other witches, and none of others."

"That is hardly special for a witch. I am blessed to be visited by so many myself. Isabel has much more knowledge of nature than my average visitor. You could probably teach me about things I do not know for years. Be grateful for it, child."

Charlotte threw her arms around the stern looking woman. "I am really grateful for that. It took a long time, but I never had a problem with learning of all the plants and animals around us. The walks through the mountains were always fantastic, if it was with her or alone later, I still like them."

That moment Romeo chose to inspect the new visitor. All kind of new smells had been brought inside by her. "Ah, you have a cat already, good."

"James told me that he had saved you before. How did that happen? I cannot imagine you walking into a snare trap like that."

"That was also my feeling. One moment, I was walking through the forest, the next I was hauled up by a strange man with a broken leg and a splitting headache. Everything around me was blurry and spinning. It was a deer trap but no ordinary one. A fairy had used a couple of different types of spells on it to hide it and steer my path to it. That was far more than a simple trap."

Charlotte could not keep her temper in check. "That was mean! More than that, it was meant to kill you. Is that fairy still here somewhere, I will give it something to remember."

"It was quite some time ago Charlotte. I know it'll be not much time for a fairy. It was immediately punished for it afterwards, even though I had my own part in creating that scene."

"Oh, no. Could it be that she was called Lilah?"

"Yes, that was her name. Have you met her? It is quite possible she has not left that place at all. Fairies live a different life than we do."

"I met her alright. And I probably lifted her punishment from her too. Had I known this, I would have thought twice about that."

"You keep surprising me. That was a punishment from the local queen. That kind of spell does not waver with time; it should be as powerful as the moment it was first placed on her. I think it is my blood in you that allowed you to lift it, but it is still remarkable."

"What had driven her to create such an elaborate trap? She probably needed to lure a hunter with skill first, that would take time and even for a fairy that is quite a feat."

"Oh, she is not a common fairy. Lilah has considerable skills. She had almost managed to repel me twice before. First, she tried to mimic a witch to reason with me, the next time she took the form of a hideous monster with multiple great jaws to fend me off. It was only after my third visit that she succeeded, though it was too late by then."

"How did you manage all that? She was clearly quite desperate to keep you away. The witch form should have been quite effective."

"I had a fairy with me too, in Raven form, but still effective to derail another fairy during a tough act. She had almost made me believe her, I would not have bothered another witch living there."

"Again the raven, was it a male fairy? They are uncommon but still…."

"Yes, it had acted as a lover for Isabel earlier. And, almost succeeded there too. Your aunt never told me the specifics, but I think he could not hold a human form during his act. Isabel must have had some scary experiences. She is still not over it; you must have noticed her aversion of the other gender. I hope she will put that history behind her some day.

The fairy was punished to serve witches as a raven before he could be himself again. Isabel still did not want him around. I got his service from that moment on. He saved my life and that has freed him in return."

"That scary form of Lilah, I presume that she could not make it very convincing when you didn't get along with it, and feed her your own fantasies of scary monsters."




Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 10



"Exactly, I laughed at her attempts, inwardly. She really tried to be so fierce, lots of growling and grinding of teeth. Fairies are just not convincing enough with their shape shifting powers, unless they can follow the emotions of their public. However, when they can feed on that, they could bring your worst nightmares to life. Not something I would like to watch myself."

"What was Lilah guarding so furiously? There is a nice meadow up there, but not much else I could detect."

"Oh, it was hidden quite well, probably still is. Inside the mountain near it, there is a cave. It took me three visits to gain access to it. The raven had shown me only its general location. Inside the cave was a huge ancient looking tube, it extends deep down and up beyond the cave itself. It has a large opening towards the cave, a human or fairy could enter or exit it with ease. Looking down, it was pitch black, but upwards I could see stars, though not like our normal night sky. There was a feeling of ancient magic surrounding it. It felt older than the mountain around it, perhaps as old as the earth itself. I wondered what its function was, what those stars above me were.

"I camped besides it that night, entering the cave had worn me down. During the night, I felt the magic increase greatly. It was so strong now that it overwhelmed me. I could see multiple places at once. One like the one I was in but very cold. And another place with stars, not unlike I had seen in the tube, but these whirled around me, constantly changing color and form. I had to pull myself out of it or otherwise I could have drowned."

"Have you spoken with other witches about it?"

"Oh, yes. You know how often I had visitors. But I never got a conclusive answer from them. I even tried to reach the place again later, but by then the place was guarded by many fairies. A fairy queen of considerable might lives there now. No witch can visit the place anymore unless she is invited by her."

They ate dinner and didn't talk about fairies anymore. The evening was quite pleasant for Charlotte. She had always wanted her mother to stay longer at Isabel's place. But those visits had been short, and Charlotte had been forbidden to visit her mother herself. She had to follow orders from her teacher instead.

The next morning she warmed up water to wash themselves inside the house.

"Do you know a witch called Beatrice Perry?" Charlotte was not allowed to talk about Patrick the warlock, but his mother had been a normal witch.

"Yes, I know her quite well. She is a bit younger than me, but quite a bit more ambitious. Wanting to be a student of Samantha Wood, nothing less. That old woman was quite a bit more vicious then, than nowadays. Beatrice had some nerve but had not disappointed Samantha too much. She was sent on some important mission later to the capital. I have not heard anything about her returning from it.

"Samantha has been looking for her since that time. Lately, she seems to have lost some of her harder edges. All that searching has put a real strain on the old women. The current young witches will not remember anymore how frightening she had been in the days when I was young. Do you have any news on Beatrice? Samantha would love to hear anything about her."

"Nothing recent," was Charlottes vague answer. "I heard about her, were you rivals?"

"In retrospect, yes. I gained extra motivation knowing what she could accomplish. It still stings me a bit, but I'm here, and she is probably somewhere far away or perhaps even dead."

"Do you want to join me when I walk to town? I want to talk to James about your arrival."

"No, please ask him to come here. I have no urge to wander through your town. You know the people there, and they know you. I was there only briefly for two times."

Charlotte left her mother at the house and walked into town. James was at the smithy but immediately joined her when she asked him. They walked back, but near her house, Charlotte felt a different aura around the place. She thought she heard something, and asked James to be quiet. Barely audible notes floated over the meadow. A simple and sad tune.

"Do you hear that, James?"

"What do you mean? No, I don't hear anything special, but I do feel sad suddenly."

"It is a magical melody. I have another guest; my mother doesn't have a musical gift. Let's have a look, if it was too dangerous my mother would have dealt with it already."

They walked to the house and entered. Inside there was a very big hairy man lying on the carpet. He was naked and played on a flute of wooden pipes. Looking further, Charlotte noticed that his legs were strange. Covered with even more fur, and ending in hooves like those of a goat. Bianca was sitting on the sofa but had a furious look in her eyes.

"Welcome, daughter of Bianca. What a pleasure meeting you." The satyr lifted his torso up a bit and extended a hand to Charlotte.

She did not grab it immediately but pushed James outside again. She hissed, "Stay outside for now, it is a fairy." James did not object, and directly walked out of the house.

"Why the rush to send the man away? The more the merrier you people often say."

"Don't complain Piers, you wanted to meet my daughter, nothing else."

"Ow, those fiery eyes and stinging words again. Spare me mistress from your heated wraith."

"You are not my servant, and I am certainly not your lover."

"But I am your servant. I have been that for so many years. What can I do to please you more?"

"Leave this house, leave this valley. I asked that already."

"Oh, that again. I really want to meet your lovely daughter first. What might be your name? You look much nicer than my evil mistress."

"My name is Charlotte." Charlotte shook his big hand. Even Dan would have felt tiny in it. "I did not welcome you here. Why do you bother us with your presence today?" When her mother wanted him to leave, she would not give him more reason to stay.

"I followed mistress on her travel. Someone made me lose my way before. I could not find this valley on my own. Now I know the road to here again. I needed to be quick, or I would still not know it, had she left already."

Bianca chimed in. "It is better for you to be fooled, this place now has a summer fairy court. They will not welcome you."

"You know, I helped you opening the court again. They might not welcome me, but still this place is so much better than it was. Look around Bianca at the trees, the grass, it looks so vital now. Even now the village here is doing great."

"I did not ask you for a new fairy court."

"You wanted to find a cure for Isabel, and also you wanted to know what became of Beatrice. I gave you both."

"What? No! Isabel is still not better off than before, and I certainly know nothing more about Beatrice."

"Patience mistress, time will tell you all. Bring Isabel here on a summer night, she will forget her troubles certainly, the magic here will cure a spell like that."

"Humpf. It would not be easy to manage that, but still it might be true."

"Oh, Isabel. She was so nice to me. I gave her everything she asked and more. She screamed so nice at ev'ry form I took. She might forget a few by I will not. Shall I show you what I learned that day? You might be pleased with some. She obviously has trouble to hide her lust for it."

"No, I don't need any perversions from you!"

"Oh, I learned so much. Could I be the servant of you witches for your life?"

"Stop! Enough of that for today. What about Beatrice?"

"Witches can help opening the port for us, a warlock even more. You know the barren land far south of here? A queen of fairies had her court in there, she might have sired a warlock to open it again for us. You need the power of this court to help her reach her goal; your witch will be there too."

"What! A warlock lives there now? That place has no magic and almost no fertility in it. No wonder Beatrice has not returned, she would not have any of her normal powers, and she would probably be enslaved by the evil warlock too."

"I like the warlocks that I met. Much more than witches, who are too pent up."

"That would be normal for you, yes. We differ in our options about them. I am grateful no warlock lives in these parts anymore."

Charlotte had to suppress her urge to tell her mother everything about Patrick.

"I think you had some use to me today, but you overstayed your welcome here nonetheless. Be gone Piers, I don't want to ruin this place by beating you out of here."

"Oh, Charlotte, help me in my plight!"

"No, Piers, I agree with her, go away."

Then the satyr crawled out of the door and danced away.

"Ouch, why did he follow me here? He clearly has his own agenda with every word he spoke. I liked him better as a silent raven. Even then, he clearly steered me more for his own plans than mine. What have you heard of Beatrice, can his story of this warlock be true?"

"Yes, I think she lived here around twenty years ago. She left under great distress, so she could have gone on a desperate mission after him."

"What gave Beatrice that distress?"

"She was in love with the baron here, Gwendolyn and Samantha came here to argue about that. It might have been that she had abandoned her mission about the warlock before." Charlotte still steered around the fact that Beatrice had left a son.

"Hmm, that could have been the case, yes. I need to inform them of this news soon." Bianca sighed, "I do not look forwards to retell this conversation any time soon. He can really get under my skin, I feel exhausted."

Charlotte felt an urgent call herself, her spell on the door of the merchant house had triggered. She had to leave her mother, quickly she called James indoors.

"James, please come and talk with Bianca. Come lie down on the couch mother. I have to leave myself, so let James entertain you for awhile."

"What is so urgent, that you will leave me here?"

"Sorry, I will tell you about it when I return."

Charlotte grabbed the broom and left the house. A rousing aura still hung inside, Charlotte had noticed drops of pre-cum from the satyr on her carpet. James and Bianca could take all the time they needed to relive old times. Charlotte had a plan on her mind. Determined she pushed the broom under her, she jumped and flew off towards the town. As she flew, she could almost hear the laughter of a satyr echoing through the mountains.



Charlotte's Fairytale Ch. 11



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Charlotte tried to fly lower than the trees, and she avoided the paths. She did not want to scare people with her flying close over their heads. She crossed the stream and landed at the back of Louise's shop. She knocked urgently at the door.

Louise was quick to open it. "Hi, Charlotte, looking at your wild hair, you want to ask me a favor now. Does it involve any sex?"

"It does involve sex; however, I'm afraid my question for you doesn't. First, do you have a wooden pole of one thumb's thickness and one and a half feet in length?"

"I could try at the workshop. I don't have any broomsticks on stock right now. Normally, Dan creates those quickly. If you are in a hurry, I could fetch you a saw to cut off a bit of the broom you are holding. I could get you a replacement stick for it soon enough."

"It's a pity; this broom served me well recently."

"Did you fly here on it? Cool! Then you must really be frantic. I'll get the saw directly." Louise bounced inside and was back in a flash.

While she sawed a part off the stick, Charlotte asked her the main question. "I presume you know Eveline Mills who lives close to the village entrance. Can you go there in a few minutes, and ask her parents to leave the house? Probably, only her mother will be there."

"Ok, but I'd be disappointed if she gets more action than me today. However, I gave you my word to help you with any job, so I'll do my best to give you all the room you need. Just tell me the juicy details later, ok?"

Charlotte laughed, "I'll do that. Please hurry though; otherwise it'll be in vain."

Louise walked quickly along the street, with Charlotte following her a bit slower. She kept out of sight as much as possible. She wanted to be able to see Louise though, as she might be walking back soon with the mother. It was lucky that she was this cautious, as Louise managed to walk back with the woman almost immediately. Charlotte dived behind a bush, and tried to blend into it.

"It's of good quality, you might like it," was what Louise told the woman, who looked interested. "The cutting for the laces should be easier with it. It should not tear the cloth as much as usual." Charlotte moved again as the two women passed by her. Louise clearly knew the woman enough to interest her with the new goods inside her store.

Charlotte quickly reached the house. The door was closed but not locked. She entered the house as silently as possible, moving through the door next to Eveline's. It was a large closet packed with all kinds of goods. It had a rather thin wooden wall next to Eveline's room. She waited there, her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness around her. There was a lot of food and tools stored around her. She sat down on a short stool that was usually used as a stand to reach for the higher stacked goods on the shelves.

It did not take long before someone knocked on the house door. Eveline came out of her room and walked towards it. She opened the door and gasped, "Wow, welcome, Patrick. That is a lot of cloth, come in, please. Put it here in my room." They walked past Charlotte's hiding place, into Eveline's room. "Let me have a quick look at it. Cool, this seems to be the best cloth that the merchant had with him. Thank you very much." It seemed that Patrick needed none of his usual bantering with Eveline today as there was not much sound coming from the room anymore.

With some effort, Charlotte could hear two, intertwined, bodies moving slowly towards the bed. After some more moments, she heard Patrick say, "You managed to fix your dress remarkably well, let's be a bit more careful with it today." That sped-up their foreplay a lot, Charlotte was preparing herself for the tension that would come out of the room within a few minutes time.

She got her wooden pole in her hands and applied some oil to it. She hoped it would not be too uncomfortable. It should be far more reliable than her whole hand to touch her womb enough to get the extra magical perception she needed later. Within moments, the air around her was hit by the aura that Patrick had created around him. He would be burning a lot of magical energy for some time.

She heard the moaning and gasping coming from behind the wall, and tried to insert the stick in her vagina. This was going nowhere, it felt awful. She was still much too dry, and the oil did only half the work she wanted. She tried to apply her saliva to the wood and started rubbing herself at the same time. A slight panic started to rise in her, blocking any arousal she wanted. This was bound to fail if she did not find a better way soon. Patrick took longer than the first time on the meadow; however, he would have been in heat long before even knocking on that door.

Knowing nothing better to do, Charlotte tried her power on the stick to make it smoother and perhaps a bit thinner. "You're doing great," was not what Charlotte wanted to hear from Eveline on this moment. In a final attempt, she tried her best to imaging a phallus as clearly as she could and willed the stick to that form, with the use of some real power. She had wanted to conserve that for the next act, but without the first, that would fail too. After feeling some effect on the shape of the wood, she inserted it with some effort.

"Wow, what did you do? You feel so tight now, oh yes, baby." Patrick was clearly enjoying this moment with Eveline. Charlotte now had the stick in her, and moved it to get it deeper inside. "What muscles you have, milking me, ah..., more!" Now Charlotte finally felt the wood moving smoothly in her, she pushed it deep in her womb. There was a reaction there too, she felt herself loose the earlier tension, and was now enjoying it far more. The wood almost felt like a real penis moving in her, it even throbbed like the real thing would.

She started to build some speed, and heard the moaning increase near her. She had difficulty keeping herself silent; however, she did not really need to be concerned that much. "Oh, I love you moving around me. I hoped to continue longer, but I have problems lasting longer."

"Don't you worry; you're welcome here any time." After this encouragement, Patrick could not hold himself and came. The same moment, her stick pulsated clearly inside Charlotte. By now, she could see everything around her clearly as in brought daylight. She even saw Patrick's aura projected through the wall. After she had pulled out the wood, she saw that it not only looked like the real thing, but moved like it too. Veins were even visible along the shaft. No wonder it had felt so much better than before. 

She waited a moment, to allow Patrick to spend some more energy. She stood up, arranged her underclothes to something close to proper, and opened the door. She walked the few steps through the corridor, and entered Eveline's room. The maiden shrieked as she entered. "What are you doing here?" She ignored her, trying to concentrate on the now pulled back aura of Patrick. "Keep away from him. No, don't harm Patrick, Please!"

"Eveline, I will probably save his live with this." She placed a hand on Patrick's head. With all her concentration and effort, she placed a seal on his aura. He might still use his powers, but they would not bleed automatically anymore. This had enough effect on him to stun him completely.

"That worked well; Eveline, come here. I have to check you now." The maiden had moved away from her, with wide-open eyes. Her body was shaking; she had almost no control over it any more. Charlotte stepped towards her and laid a hand on her belly. With some power, she could sense she was not pregnant yet, but she killed any living seed inside of her.

"What did you do to me? To us both?"

"I'm still not finished." Charlotte moved back to Patrick and touched his balls. From this moment on a spell prevented them from forming any living sperm. "Now, I'm ready. I prevented you from getting pregnant for the time being. You clearly don't want to have a child from this guy here."

"How do you know that for sure?" Eveline looked at her with both anger and tears in her eyes.

"Do you know how to be a good mother for a witch, or worse, a warlock? No, you are much better off in your current situation. A witch would be much too scary for you." Eveline understood enough now, to stop complaining.

Charlotte moved back to Patrick, the stunning effect was slowly fading from him. "Patrick! Can you hear me?" Slowly he nodded. "Cool. Did you bring Petty with you to buy cloth?" Again, he nodded. "Where is she now?"

"Walking back to the castle."

"Well, enjoy your stay here. I made certain you cannot harm anyone by accident anymore." And after that statement, Charlotte left them. She almost ran back to the shop, while putting her new phallus on a stick in her bag.

"Louise, have you managed to fix the broom? Oh, I see it. Thanks." Louise was still talking with Eveline's mom, sitting with her at a table, with some cloth and different knives on it. Without waiting for any reaction, she walked out through Louise's room again. Outside, she flew down to the river till she was well outside the direct view of the village. Then, she turned in the direction of the castle. Flying there would be more difficult with the spell surrounding it, but she wanted no loose ends left.

Flying above the road, she saw Petty walking. She was already close to the castle. Charlotte landed behind her and called out, "Petty, do you have a moment for me?" The maid stopped and turned around, quite surprised.

"Oh, it's you Charlotte. Have you recovered from that awful affliction you had?"

"Yes, completely. Nevertheless, I don't know if it could be contagious. Do you feel shaky or have you had the shivers lately?" Charlotte moved closer and touched the woman. She felt some very recent changes to the shape of the woman's womb.

"No, I've had no shivers. But I do feel a bit strange."

Knowing that a first pregnancy at Petty's age would not be wise anymore, made Charlotte lose any regrets. She let her magic flow, and helped the woman's womb to revert to its normal, vacant, form.

"What are you doing? That felt weird, like my womb moved."

Feeling far less hurried anymore, Charlotte wanted to talk more with the maid. "You seem to like Patrick a lot. Have you known him for a long time already?"

"Practically all my life while in the castle. I moved into it twenty-two years ago. At the time, I was quite a young maiden. I found him first, on the dreadful night his mother went missing. He was totally soaked, and cramped up, hiding behind her bed. I vowed that day, to help him in any way I could."

"I know he appreciates it, even though at times, he is using stupid ways to express himself."

"Oh, I know too. One day he will find a fine lady, and loose that wild side of him, I'm sure."

"That would be wonderful indeed. Don't let me bother you anymore, have a nice day."

"A nice day for you too."

Charlotte walked back, wondering why Petty did not ask about her broom. It did not look much like it had before, perhaps. It had a new pole attached to it, and her flying had changed its shape too, it seemed. Well, she could use it for some time longer. After turning a curve, and being out of sight from Petty and the castle, she flew again, returning to Louise's shop.

Louise was waiting for her, at the back door. "So, it seems like that broom still has some flying power left. Spill the beans, what did you do to Eveline, the poor maiden?"

"Me? Not that much. I just made sure she would not get pregnant anytime soon."

"Was there much to worry about? Her love life seems to be dwindling, with her passion for making clothes, and staying indoors for it, so much."

"Oh, Patrick visits her often enough lately, to see to that."

"Now that is news, is the Baron's son suddenly interested in women outside of the castle?"

"Yes, it looks like he divides his attention more lately."

"Hmm, enough to make you worry about Eveline's future? Interesting. Even enough to get you flying around the place; want to spill more about that?"

"Not really, however, you wanted juicy details, so I can show you some of them." She took the penis shaped pole out of her bag. "Something is wrong with this pole; can you help me with it?"

"Something wrong? No way, this pole has improved a lot. Can I test it out? We cannot be sure enough about its quality. It looks so lifelike; it is a penis I should recognize?"

"Sorry, my mother is waiting for me at my home. Well, she is probably not lonely but still my guest." Charlotte looked at the phallus a bit closer. "I have seen a penis like this recently. Oh, Patrick's weapon looks very much like it; I think I have unconsciously copied it from him."

"Oh, that's a juicy detail I like." Louise quickly kissed Charlotte. "Can I borrow this, please?"

"Sorry, I want to experiment with it myself first. I still have some plans in the future that would need a tool like this. Tomorrow, I can visit you, and then you can get a feel for it, too."

"You cannot lend it to me till then? Bummer, I'll have to visit Bryan tonight, then. His real thing seems to be bigger than that pole anyway."

"I probably need a bit of help from you again tomorrow. Till then, have fun and give Bryan a kiss for me too."

"I look forward to it, happy flying."

Charlotte flew back to her house. Before she entered, she listened at her door. Her parents' breathing was not smooth in any way. She did not want to disturb them and walked around the place. Sitting on a stick was really not very comfortable, and she did not want to start flying on a regular basis; walking was much better.

James and Bianca had done a lot more than just talking during the afternoon. Charlotte felt happy for them, but felt slightly awkward about it too. Was it possible that Bianca would like to have another daughter, now her oldest one lived on her own already? After some minutes, she walked back and knocked on her own door. Inside there was a bit of shuffling around, then Bianca called her inside.

"Hello Mom and Dad, I hope you did not have a boring afternoon."

"No, not at all," was Bianca's quick response. "James, would you like to eat here this evening?"

"And bother you in spending your time with your daughter? No, I'll walk to town in a moment. But thanks for the offer."

"You know you will not bother us," was Charlotte's answer to him. Bianca was looking at her with unspoken questions in her eyes. "I'll visit you soon anyway. I want you to properly introduce me to the rest of my family, this time."

"I can certainly arrange that, have a nice evening ladies." With that greeting, James left them alone.

"Did you have a second emergency in town so soon?" was the immediate question of Bianca.

"Not an emergency like with the cow, no. But I'm afraid, I cannot tell you much, I promised not to talk about it to witches."

"What? Why did you promise that?" Bianca sighed, "Not much you can do to alter that then. Can you still tell me something about that item in your bag there?"

"This? What do you want to know about it?" Charlotte fetched the fake penis from her bag.

"That is a magical artifact, Charlotte. It has an unlikely shape, but it is still powerful. Did you create it this afternoon?"

"Yes." Charlotte could not tell Bianca what was on her mind. But she would not lie to her either, the current situation was impossible enough already.

"Besides, did you fly today? Two times even?"

"No, four times. But only short distances, like from here to town, not further."

"Come here." That certainly was no question. Charlotte felt a bit anxious about what would come next. Her mother placed both her hands to her face and looked at her intensely. There were no warm feelings in her eyes now. Her curiosity was quickly replaced by a hard stare. A powerful witch gazed at and in her, with long years of experience. More than eighty years had made her aware of things that others might miss. Then she sighed and broke the spell.

"What shall I do with you, Charlotte? You run around throwing magic like some foolish child. Still you look like a confident witch, whom only used some trivial magic today. I cannot follow you at all.

"One part of me wants to take you far from here, put you under the better judgment of Isabel again. Another part of me feels frightened, wants to contact Gwendolyn, to delve up all the secrets left in this valley. However, you are a mature witch now, and you are my daughter; I need to trust you. Will you be careful, Charlotte?"

Charlotte wanted to throw her arms around her mother to comfort her. She wanted so much to tell her every detail of the last few days. But, she held back, "Yes, mother. I will be careful, there is a lot going on here, but I still can handle it."

"What is the source of your limitless power? I'm much stronger than you are right now, but would be exhausted after only a third of your actions today. There are old stories of wars with very active witches in it; I had thought they had become exaggerated with time."

"Probably not, I can release my emotions enough to recover quickly. I do feel exhaustion, but do not dwell on it long; getting my mind off it seems to help. There is also a lot of magic around this place, like Piers observed, that does help me too."

"But that is not all. I can feel that, too. However, I still had trouble last year."

"Besides the emotions, I found a herb that helps me feel the environment around me very clearly. It makes casting spells easier, and it probably helps me recover, too. I'll look into that effect some more in the future."

"Do you have some of it left?"

"Yes, here you are. This is the potion that I brew from it."

Bianca held the vial in her hands, looked at it closely and sniffed from it when she opened it.

"This is a powerful potion; the flower grew close to the fairy court? That would make it stronger than normal. You could trade this potion easily with other witches; however, I would not recommend it."

"I have no such intentions, yet."

"Enough about this potion and your powers. Promise me that you will visit me and tell me about your secrets, as soon as your promise allows for it."

"That's fine. I would've liked to tell you everything at this moment."

"About that imp, Piers. He really helped me earlier, so it was hard for me to fend him off. He has promised me he would not follow you, or lay a hand on you. That bastard could pry around such a promise with ease, but still, he left us for now."

"Is he part of a winter fairy court?"

"Yes, he is. Nevertheless, he's strong enough, to stay where he wants, during the summer. Never underestimate him, when he might return. Do you have a plan ready, if that would happen? I cannot offer any help to you on short notice."

"I would probably visit the local fairies; that should help me to get him off my back."

"Daring, but yes. That would probably be the best, short term, approach. Keep your wits together at all times."

Charlotte hugged her mother. "Don't be afraid for me. Even a fairy with such experience like him is still a fairy. He is always eager for attention, and not very original in his attempts."

"That's true. Let's eat something, I want to have a good nights sleep before my journey back."

The tension was broken after that. Bianca enjoyed their evening together; just like every mother on a visit to a far away daughter would have done. The next day, she left at the earliest of dawn.