The moon hung heavy in the sky. Swollen with light, beaming down onto the dark roof of the temple, and casting strips of white through its many windows, deepening the shadows within.
The Grand Witch stands in the very center of a circle of dark wooden pews. Huddled within them are only a few who could attend.
Among her flock, she recounts the current events of the coven. Her long silver robes swished back and forth from her dark arms as she spoke.
Every month we'd all come together in prayer. Tonight her lordship is making a grand spectacle for her followers.
It was the meeting of the summer solstice where witch and warlock alike would be present for the yearly festivities. Yet, the hall was almost empty.
The congregation this year was sparse and our numbers have been beginning to dwindle from the recent attacks.
Neighboring villages were recruiting witch hunters in droves to clear out the Black Forest.
But, for as many of us they've exterminated we were able to put a heaping dent in their numbers as well.
The grand witch never wavered during the bloodiest days. Even now her voice boomed against the walls for as little as 50 witches in attendance.
Yet with so few to hear her speak, she made us feel invincible, and the commanding eulogy she gave was uplifting to all. Every word was the breath that fueled our fire.
It made what was to come, somewhat bearable.
The sweet fruit to accompany the bitter poison some had to swallow.
She lifted her hands to the ceiling, chanting out to the great spirits for guidance in this trying time.
We all followed suit and gave our own prayers before finishing as one to end it.
"So mote it be!!"
The last words to hear before the few rows of witches lowered their hands and began to exit, save for myself and a few others.
We were to meet with the council in regards to our fate.
Those called upon by the council in a group were guilty of low level crimes against the coven.
On the odd occasion there were more heinous sins to have been committed against Witch kind, the council would have lured them in during the early hours of the meeting and made a grave example of them.
It was down to myself and two others, shuffling to the center of the stage to receive judgement. The click of our heels echoing against the hard wooden steps.
Standing to attention we awaited for her grace to saunter towards us. Her long robes swished along with her.
"M'ladies" She greeted
"Mistress" we echoed back.
She glided along the floor as she neared the first witch.
"Lady Maximoff" she called to her.
"Mistress" Witch Maximoff calls back.
She stands before her and pulls a piece of paper from her sleeve to recount its contents.
"you have been called before the council and your peers, for the crime of illegal communications."
Her eyes left the paper to gaze upon the witch on trial.
"You were found attempting to pierce the delicate veil of life and speak with an unnamed spirit last evening. How do you plead?"
She swallowed one moment before answering "guilty, mistress."
Grand witch Ramonda nodded along before continuing. "And why is that?"
One of the councilors scoffed from behind her.
An arrogant young witch referred to as counselor Danvers.
She was quick with the whip when handing out punishments. She was only left to make her own trouble when a guilty party was found to be rather irritating.
"She already admitted guilt to the crime. I don't see why we should concern ourselves on the 'why' " Danvers shook her head as she spoke. Her short blonde hair frizzing over her forehead.
The grand witch lifted her hand to keep Danvers from speaking out again. "The reason the rules are broken is important to take into consideration for one's punishment. We are nothing if not reasonable."
Lowering her hand, she turned back to Lady Maximoff. "My dear, why did you break your vows and open your home to unknown spirits?"
Witch Maximoff lifted her head to look at her grace's Ebony face. "I was seeking guidance to find something that I had lost. Something of extensive value to me. I suppose at this point I had become desperate"
Her grace's lips curve into a subtle smile. "I see, we all wish for things long since left behind. But you know to beware of foreign spirits, the answers they give aren't always true"
"Yes, mistress"
"If it is spiritual advice you seek, it is best to have the guidance of the council. Lest we conjure something we cannot get rid of"
"Mistress Romanda, Really?" Danvers spat out again "you are far too forgiving."
"It's her decision to make, is it not? " the second counselor; counselor Potts; finally speaks up. Somewhat cold, yet still warmer than that of her fellow counselor. Counselor Potts often lays quiet during these types of deliberations.
"As it is, and will be for many years to come" she turns to witch maximoff "you have broken the rules quite selfishly and you will have to be punished"
Maximoff nods back "yes, mistress."
"You are to cease all magic for the next six cycles, unless instructed by the coven. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." Maximoff answered.
"Good" With her work finished with witch Maximoff, her grace made her way down the line to the second witch standing trial.
"Lady Romanoff" she turned towards the scarlet beauty dressed in black.
"Mistress" Witch Romanoff's voice was sultry. Speaking always with a thick air of confidence.
"I believe you already know why you were brought before the council." She stated with a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
The Second the words meet the air, witch Romanoff's lips pull up into a smirk.
"Yes mistress"
"And what pray tell, did you do this time, my dear?"
Ramonda asked, a hint of laughter dripping from her voice.
Romanoff slips out a slight chuckle before giving her answer.
"Why don't you ask counselor Danvers?"
Romanda waves off Romanoff's last statement.
"We've already heard the counselor's statement on the matter. We wish to hear yours"
Another breathy chuckle slides past her lips before speaking.
"Counselor Danvers caught me trying to make high level explosives."
A lump of air catches in my throat at the brashness of her words.
Making illegal magical weapons is considered a much higher offense, and yet she stands at your side as if she deserves only a slap on the wrist.
Romanoff slips a side glance in my direction, having noticed my little outburst. Her eyes stray only for a second before returning her to gaze to our grand witch.
Nearly laughing, Ramonda asked again.
"Why in the maker's name, were you crafting explosives?"
Counselor Danvers began to fidget where she stood. No doubt the level of familiarity between the grand witch and witch Romanoff, was putting a bad taste in her mouth.
"It had come to my attention, mistress, that our main defenses were somewhat lacking. The protection methods being only that of cloaking shields, but behind it is a line of small bouncing fairy bombs. Our military seems to have certainly hit a rut since I left."
The grand witch's eyebrows were slightly raised.
"What do you think these high level explosives would have done for our line of defense?" How her Grace was not fuming at this insult to our military, I cannot fathom.
"I felt it needed to pack more of a punch with a blast that would face away from the main encampment, especially if the witch hunters were to grow in numbers…" A counselor raised her hand to cut the witch short of an explanation.
"She was crafting high grade Eldritch plates in her own home. If done incorrectly they would have decimated her house and the surrounding wood." Counselor Danvers was nearly gritting her teeth as she spoke.
"And she will be punished justly." Grand Witch loudly replied.
She turns back to lady Romanoff, and addresses her for her judgement.
"You have been charged for the crime of manufacturing high-grade weapons without council permission, how do you plead?" Her voice booms across the great hall.
"Guilty, mistress" Romanoff replied, her sultry tone covering the amusement in her voice.
"Then as punishment for your crime, all contraband is to be confiscated and any magic you wish to conduct must be permitted only by the council until further notice, is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress." Witch Romanoff smirked. She didn't seem too threatened by being at the mercy of the council. I can only guess as the source of her cocky demeanor.
With her business finished, mistress Ramonda finally moves on to me, the final witch to be judged.
Grand witch Ramonda stands mere inches away, her eyes meeting mine through the black lace of my veil.
She always seems so much taller up close.
"Good evening, little witch" her voice was sweet, like dark honey. She was always kind to me, and clearly pitied my position.
"Good evening, mistress" I replied, holding onto what little composure I could.
"And I trust you know why you have been called upon by the council?"
"Yes mistress.."
She looks at me earnestly, urging me to continue.
"I..I have been unable to secure a suitable familiar for some time now" I have to force the air out of my lungs just to get the words out. At first it was simply just an inconvenience, but now it was just an embarrassment. A black smudge of ink on an otherwise perfect record.
"Still your nerves, little witch. Unlike the others before us, you have committed no wrong doings." She purred. It was always in her nature to have a more open heart. Ever since I'd first found issues with securing a familiar she's taken it upon herself to be a comfort for me. Now it only felt like pity, and the warmth of her words could no longer kill the chill of jealousy I'd feel when looking upon those who got to have familiars by their side.
Even now just looking at the black mass dozing at the back of the hall made you blood boil. Her majesty's black panther could often be found not far from his master.
Yet, Here excellence has always held a soft heart. If she was anything, she was understanding.
"I know mistress" is the only answer I could muster.
"This is an issue that should be easily remedied, but it is worrying all the same. A familiar is a critical component in Witch culture. Such bonds are created well into a witch's teens, yet with each passing year you fail to obtain this."
I can feel counselor Danvers glaring down at me as her majesty spoke. Ever the stickler for perfection, she has grown rather distasteful of me.
Ever too eager to voice her opinion, she is the next to speak.
"This May be a sign that her handle of the craft is weak. I do not believe that she has shown the level of skill required of the members of this coven"
I can feel my throat start to constrict at her words.
She had little right to make that kind acquisition.
The lengths I have gone to ensure of the future of this coven have consumed my life. I would lay myself upon the Plutonian flames of hell for this fucking coven and I will be damned within them before I am removed from it.
"She has shown great skill in her craft. It is understandable that this is a serious matter but it will not lead to her dismissal from this coven. Is that clear counselor?"
She barely hides her scowl as she replies "yes mistress."
Our mistress looks back at me, this time not with pity but with pain. "The council has reached a decision on your situation. I trust you are aware of the battles this coven has faced in the months leading to this meeting. You are aware of how many of us have fallen in the wake of these growing attacks." "You know the risks many of us take to come together for this coven and pray for better days to come?"
"I do mistress" I whispered, letting my mind drift a little farther away from this meeting.
Everyday was a risk. Everytime I crossed the threshold of my home I was taking a risk.
To say my life, if not my own soul, wasn't worth selling to the lowest of demons; just for the sake of this fucking coven; was a gross understatement.
But whether I take those risks would never be my decision in the end. If her grace decided that I was not to lift a finger, then dormant I shall stay. Her word is the law of this coven.
Counselor Potts reaches over to lay her hand on my shoulder. She sees the anger heating up in my cheeks. Gentle yet strict she was always an ally of mine. Yet, no matter how sweetly she says this it will hurt all the same.
"Have you found any success in obtaining a familiar?" She asked
"...No." I whispered back.
"I hear only what everyone else hears. There are never any words to be heard from any animal that has been brought before me."
The grand witch nods alongside counselor Potts. A look of pity barely visible in the grand witch's eyes.
"My dear, I understand your situation is upsetting...I take no pleasure in what I am to say next"
"Mistress, please" I can feel the tears break past the lower lids of my eyes.
"I assure you it is in your best interest, my dear." She stated, sadness now visible on her face.
"At this time, it is far too dangerous for a witch to conduct one's craft alone. Too many of us have been lost in the many attacks these last few months. It is for your safety that…" he takes a sharp inhale of air before continuing. "That you are suspended from all coven activity and are instructed to stay within the perimeter of your home, until further notice from the council or myself. Is that understood'' her last words wrang across the deafened room. All tongues had been held tightly during this deliberation, this silence made her words feel even more damning.
I cannot believe what I am hearing.
My body begins to shake as I lose control of myself.
"Please do not be upset" counselor Pott's voice is like a pin hitting the floor. Her grip on my shoulder tightens, helping to steel my nerves.
"I am certain that many of the witches within the congregation would be more than happy to aid in your search for a familiar" her hand finally slips from my arm after one final squeeze. "You are not alone in this darkness, little witch. Remember that"
I nod along her words helping to soothe the sting of shame "thank you, counselor."
The Grand witch raises her hand to the 3 of us on trial.
"This meeting is adjourned. Let the maker be with all of you tonight on your journey home."
"And also with you" We reply in unison.
We begin to shuffle towards the main door and out into the autumn cold.
I straggle behind them as they retrieve their familiars. A large hawk perches itself on Romanoff's shoulder, and a silvery-gray horse nuzzles up to Maximoff. They were both so beautiful that I couldn't help but grimace at the sight.
This missing piece, this hole inside my chest feels so much bigger at times like this.
I walk faster past them before the heaviness in the air can crush my lungs. I can hear them whispering to each other, I swear I could hear my name fall past their lips.
I don't want their pity and I won't take it.
I pull my lace veil farther down to keep the wind from taking it as I trek farther away from our house of worship.
The walk home feels so much longer knowing I can't return. Maybe I'm simply dragging my feet, but I am anything but eager to go home.
I have to keep my chin up. Surely, sleep will ease some of my worries. If not sleep then I'd sooner dip my head in the blackest tar to block out the light of dawn, if only to refuse the new day to come.
The walk home is a blur of time with a melodic crunch of stone underfoot.
Soon I am met with the worn wood of my front door.
Sliding in the key and twisting to hear that telltale pop of the lock being undone. Finally, I am home.
For now I will retire to the soft abyss of my bed and drown in the comfort of my blankets.
My dreams will be void of color and life. I will see nothing, hear nothing and feel only numbness.
No visions of today, tomorrow, or any day that has already been.
*
I wake, blanketed in a strange sweat again. Sheets knitted around my ankles and hair sticking to my face. A night of restless kicking and fidgeting as I only dipped into the shallow edge of sleep.
I shake the sheets away and crawl off of the bed.
My feet slap against the polished wood of my bedroom floor as I shuffle off into the kitchen.
Another cold and empty morning filled only with silence. It's a disgrace.
Surely there will be nothing done today. No orders will be taken and no patients will be seen. Damn anyone who says otherwise.
Any old orders will be worked upon gingerly, because Maker help them if they want to find someone else to do it.
My stomach growled to life with impatience.
'Must I eat? Can I not just let myself wither away until it kills me?'
It can't be helped, for the sake of comfort I must prolong my existence.
I pull a chunk of bread from the loaf wrapped up on the counter. I take stock of my home. Many orders still need to be fulfilled and now I have all the time to do them.
'What luck' I think with a grimace.
'The love seat needs to be dusted as do the windows. It should do me well to keep...busy.'
While glancing from the sitting area to the bay window behind my sofa I spot the eager redhead meeting my gaze. Her face pressed against the glass and a small smile working its way across her lips.
'FUCK!'
She gave the window a good few knocks, well aware I couldn't ignore her.
But damn if I'm not going to try.
I rush to the window and fling the drapes shut in her face.
In no time the knocking continues at the door.
Will no one leave me to my depression. No doubt they were here to deliver their condolences.
'Oh, yes. Pity her, for she is all alone.'
I rush over and start thrashing at the wood with my little fists, screaming like a mad cat.
"HEATHEN, TAKE THY HAND FROM MY DOOR!!"
"We only wish to speak to you." Called a voice from the other side. This voice didn't belong to the redhead. By fuck there were more of them, all coming to witness my failure.
I fall to my knees, pressing my head to the door, and try to will away any tears I had left to shed.
I hear a quiet exchange between the perpetrator and the other party.
"She's not as timid as you said she'd be."
"She's been through a lot as of late. Just be gentle with her."
My face pinch's in disgust. 'Timid?'
I fling myself from the floor and throw the door open. Startling the two nearduels that had cursed me with their company.
Maximoff throws her hands together in declaration.
"Ah, good morning. I see your doing well."
"What could you two possibly want?"
Romanoff interjects "we want only to help you."
"Oh, pity that" I say.
"Pity?" She asks.
"Pity" I say "because I don't want any!"
I grip the door from my knuckles to my nails and yank it to close, only for the tell tale *thud* be quieted by the smashing of Romanoff's face.
She had flung herself in the path of the door and was forcing it farther open.
Her time spent within the ranks of our military had hardened her muscles and made her much stronger than myself.
Within no time at all she had the door open and had let herself and her friend inside.
"We didn't want to have to do this the hard way" she says over her shoulder. "Maximoff and myse…"
"Cut the formalities Natasha. I haven't the mood for it."
I say, trudging off into the kitchen.
"As you wish." She begins taking off her cloaks and making herself comfortable. "Wanda and I wish to help you in any way we can."
"Apart from using any magic, of course? Seeing as you're both barred from it at the moment." I pull a pitcher of water from the icebox and go about pouring a glass. "Or did you assume my misfortune would extend past the length of your punishment?"
I take a sip of water as I wait for their response.
"She's taking this as well as I had assumed she would" Natasha whispers to Wanda, rather too audibly.
Wanda turns back to me with a lighter look in her eye. Lighter than that of her counterpart. "We wanted to give you support. We didn't want you feeling alone."
She steps closer to me slowly as if; like a deer; I would be spooked and leap away.
Natasha was the next to speak. The bearer of my insults, and now the soothesayer to my worried mind.
"We are not here to tell you what to do, nor drag you from your home on some great expedition" she lingers farther and farther away from me until she reaches the den and takes a seat upon the sofa. "We ask, only, that you allow us to share your company."
She leans forward to place her elbows upon her knees and clasp her hands together.
"May we share your company, little witch"
I swallow the thick taste of guilt and prepare my answer.
"Yes...please do"
Wanda presses a palm to my shoulder, offering me a smile matching its warmth. "Thank you"
I breathe a nervous laugh "I do hate that name."
Natasha chuckles back "Her grace does dote upon you though, to give you such a title."
Wanda leaves me to my glass of water to join her colleague in the den. Lingering only slightly to goad me into following suit.
I do, missing their company only slightly. Not before offering them a drink or some breakfast.
Best not to be any poorer of a host.
We visit for the rest of the morning and well into early noon over sweet teas and lemon biscuits. This follows into the evening and early night happily ranting over Wine and savory meats.
We laugh and make merry as we get good and drunk.
"However will the two of you stagger home in this darkness" I slur over my 7th..6th.. fuck, I lost count..over my last glass of wine.
"Oh? Would it sour you more so if we were to stay. Will you not let us pass out upon your carpet?" Wanda yelled out while she stumbled across the threshold of my kitchen and picked at a plate of cheeses she absconded from my icebox.
"Pass out wherever you like."
I scoff before Stuffing a small chunk of ham into my mouth and speaking around it. "I really enjoyed your company. You know, in spite of my predicament I have felt quite out of sorts as of late."
I finish chewing and swallow, before laying my head upon the sofa's arm.
"Oh really? How so?"
Natasha inquired.
I sigh slowly before thinking upon the nagging discomfort I've felt lately. A similar feeling, I've felt in fleeting moments. Yet now, it's lasted so much longer than before.
"Hello?" Natasha snaps my attention back to her. "How are you out of sorts?" She asked again.
"I..I can't quite place it. It's this feeling that something is pulling me away."
"Hm" Natasha ponders for a moment before speaking again.
"When I feel out of sorts, I take a short walk to clear my head." She leans back in her chair as if to get comfy. "The fresh forest air helps".
I lay back upon the sofa-arm again.
A walk does sound nice.
My stupor pushes me into a deep slumber and odd dreams. Dreams about the surrounding woods, and the chilling morning air. It was all so surreal.
It felt like the forest as well. Wet grass on my bare feet and the fluttering of leaves in the distance. Yet, there was something else in the air penetrating the simple sounds of birds chirping. It got louder and louder.
A blood curdling scream had me nearly leaping from the sofa sending a ringing sensation through both of my ears.
But there was no sound in the air as I woke, still laying upon my sofa. There was a deathly air of silence about the house with not a soul awake besides Natasha.
With her senses much better than mine, I no doubt woke her up.
Through the dark I can see the gleam of her eyes as she looked back at me.
"Were you having a bad dream?"
"I think as much. I can't really remember now."
I lift myself off the sofa and gently step around the furnishing of my den.
"Where are you going?" She inquired
"The latrine, I need some fresh air anyway."
My head swam as I had lifted myself from the sofa. My speech still slurred as each word stuck to my dry tongue.
I lumber past the threshold of my home off. It was the dead of night and only the harsh gravel underneath my bare toes could point me in the right direction.
The terrain was familiar, and yet rough on my sloppy gate.
The latrine isn't far, I can stumble far enough to void myself and stupor back into the cottage.
Yet, I get that feeling again. Something pulling me towards another direction.
That's when I hear it. This cry, out in the distance.
Muffled more so by how far off it was.
The sound is faint, yet pained.
It makes my blood run cold and my mind begins to sober.
'It's the forest, many strange sounds can be heard from within. It could be anything. Just go about your business.' I try to think myself out of my ever growing curiosity, I fail.
I patter to the edge of the wood and catch the soft grass against my toes.
There was a narrow trail at the edge of the forest. Small enough to deter hunters but a useful one at that.
The sounds echoed throughout the night as I continued to pad towards it. Soon it became louder the deeper in I walked.
Farther in the sound started to change into something almost human.
The deep whines morphed into pained moans once they fully hit my ears. What once sounded like a dying animal was more like a man screaming out in agony.
I looked back at the trail, barely visible under the nightly shade of all the tall trees. I could find another way home, as for now I could not let this opportunity pass.
I sprint off into the direction of the noise, making sure not to catch my toes against anything. Lest I trip.
The screams just kept getting louder as I neared the source.
My nimble feet carried me across the unworn path down to the mouth of a deep cave. The creature's groans were echoing off the walls and amplified out through the entrance.
The next almost ear splitting as it rang out. I could hear every word behind it.
It was a man's voice screaming out at the heavens themselves.
It was enough to bring a tear down the cheek of this little witch's face.
At long last, it is my familiar, and...and he is dying.
I rushed out, sliding down the slope and past the opening of the cave. I ran my way through the dark towards the injured animal that would be my familiar.
Finally I happened upon it.
Tucked away in the far corner of the cave lay a writhing mound of dark fur and claws. Whimpering and whining away in the dark. Through the heavy panting and the snarls of pain, I could hear it praying to put it out of its misery.
"Maker has sent you salvation" I answered back as I inched closer to it before falling onto my knees at its side.
Maker has given me this tortured soul to soothe its pain and welcome it into my heart. It has no need to fear me and neither do I fear it. Words I would soon regret letting loose in my head.
It's ear perked up at my presence and it's shaking form strained to steady itself.
It was reacting to my voice, my presence. Only I can sooth the wild nature of this beast. I am his master and he is my familiar.
In my excitement I miss the true size of this creature as it finally uncurled its body from the previous fetal position.
The large toothy muzzle turned toward my direction, and a glowing pair of blue eyes glared up at me.
All the excitement and concern I had for this animal was drowned in a wave of building terror.
A pair of large hairy arms unfolded from where his front legs should have been. Each ending in not paws, but the burly hands of a large man ending in five sharp nails.
It crawled back on it's abnormally long hindlegs, like it was sitting back on its haunches.
Something was very much amiss as I realized the creature I had stumbled upon was not a wolf, and instead something much more dangerous. It was an amalgamation of man and beast.
I carefully pressed my palms against the floor of the cave.
The beast only watched and waited. It's breathing heavy and it's muscles tense. It knew that I was going to run, and it prepared itself to pounce the second I made a move. There was no way I'd be fast enough. I couldn't afford any sudden movements.
The little I could do was back away slowly. Letting the jagged rubble floor dig into my knees while crawling my way backwards. My joints were going stiff as I willed myself not to tremble.
Before long the beast began to shift slowly in my direction, matching my pace. The air in the cave grew thick and humid. It stuck to my skin and sent a large bead of sweat running down the small of my back.
Its eyes were a blazing shade of blue cutting into mine.
If I didn't make a break for it now, I feared I wouldn't make it out alive.
I pressed the heel of my foot against the ground, and prepared myself to make my exit. It was as if time was moving slowly and yet too fast at the same moment. My knee snapped forward, and propelled me backwards towards the mouth of the cave.
The beast bolted in time with my movements. Launching itself in my direction. I couldn't even make it back to the mouth of the cave before it took me down. Smashing the side of my face against the rocky floor.
Its hot fur seared against my skin as the beast pressed its weight against me. Its whines became pained again and I could hear from my mind the strangled words of "forgive me".
This beast wasn't planning to eat me. I know enough about lycanthropy to now realize what was causing him so much pain. To be completely honest I never in my life thought I'd see it first hand.
A small tear ran down my cheek to trickle to the ground. This beast was bonded to me, and I couldn't afford to be afraid. I only have so much strength left to use, but I can't be afraid. If forgiveness has to be given, for this I could forgive.
His body pressed mine flat to the cave floor, as his hips readjusted themselves against mine, and I felt the tell tale prod of his member against the cleft of my ass. I hadn't realized it had even been hard, and now it's like being jabbed at with an entire club.
Its teeth snapped at my robes and pulled them up to my hips. Giving it room to press the tip of its cock at my undergarments. It pants a fan of hot breath down the back of my neck.
He was whimpering and obviously frustrated as he pressed his throbbing member against my clothed core.
One of his large hands finally came down to claw at my undergarments to finally free his prize, but surprisingly careful enough not to cut either of my legs.
The next thing I heard was the tearing of the material before catching a glimpse of the fabric falling to the floor.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. To be taken by a man in the form of a beast.
With no barrier he drives his cock in on the first stroke and strikes the entrance of my cervix. The head alone was huge and the girth of its cock stretched my feeble little hole to its limit.
My walls throbbed around the intrusion, coaxing a satisfied growl from the beast's chest. He began slowly rocking our bodies to the melody of our labored breathing. The fat tip of his cock massaged the walls of my now dripping flower, and numbed the pain. This blossomed a new feeling of delicate pleasure along with the still present sensation of being stretched to my limit.
As my mind began to ease, his pounding heart settled as well. His touches now gentle yet still forceful, as he started to change.
His thick fur disappeared slowly. Paving way for my fingers to connect with the soft skin of his thigh. Still dusted with light body hair.
I was making the monster retreat back into this man's heart.
I continued to coo at him, rubbing my check against his shrinking snout until his breathing was even. Readying myself to pull away when he was satiated with my touch. I was successful in pulling a small fraction of him out of me, but he wasn't ready to let me go.
As soon as I tried to leave his grasp he snatched me back up to squeeze me even tighter. He buried his face against my neck, inhaling and pressing his nose to my skin. His arms were warm, and his muscles pulled taut as he wound them around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest.
I could feel the thrum of his heart beat against the back of my skull. All as he rocked his tip against the walls of my entrance.
The claws that had been carefully scratching along my skin, had shrank back into short human nails. Allowing his grip to tighten around my thighs as he pulled my legs further apart.
His touch is now rough and uncalculated.
Almost all of him shrank down to the man now seated behind me. His features are no longer canine. Only The well chiseled curves of a man's body were felt.
His head was still thick with long hair as it framed his face and a light dusting of it on his broad chest.
Only one part of his anatomy remained as it was, and he was still trying to gradually push it deeper into my tightening channel.
His cock had stayed ever furious and swollen as it pressed further and further in. The tip had stretched the walls of my cunt as they clamped to stop its movement. He was gradually pushing it back inside.
I couldn't help the panic rising in my throat as he continued to split me open.
His mouth, no longer curled into an angry snout, traced soft lips against the shell of my ear. Fanning his hot breath again over my cheek.
Even now, I could hear him. He says not a single word but I could hear, through every growl and whine, everything he wanted to say.
'Waited so long for this. So-so long for you'
His whimpering grew more desperate and his breathing uneven.
'Please, let me have you' this was met with a dull thrust. Gradual, but hard enough to force air from my lungs. 'All of you'.
He growled deeper, accompanied by the slow drag of his cock against the walls of my cunt.
I could feel this, his wants, his needs. Like a circuit running from my mind to his.
"Can you hear me, little witch?" The words finally left his lips.
"Yes" I answered, my voice shaky and uneven. Try as I might to control my breathing, I couldn't keep it steady. I found myself letting out little gasps with every movement of his hips.
His voice is hoarse with disuse, making all of my resolve melt from between my legs. The drag of his cock burning hot against my cunt as he hurriedly pushes deeper towards my core.
"My little witch" each word punctuated with his hips slapping against mine. Each thrust was more persistent as he picked up speed.
All other words were covered by his growls. Each sentiment whispered at the back of my mind as he praised my dripping flower. Marveling at the feeling of my soft walls fluttered around him.
'I've made a mess of this cunt'.
He sends a Shockwave from my head to my core, making my mind go fuzzy. Everything is fogging over in the heat of pleasure.
I could barely register my own moans mixed with his as they bounced together against the walls of the cave.
All too quickly, he hoisted me up by the back of my knees, pulling me further into his lap to fucking impale me. He moved me up and down onto his cock at the speed he wished to destroy me with.
My body was shaking with the lack of any control, as he bounced me in his lap.
Now he needed it. Needed the release. Needed my release.
"NEED YOU!"
My breathing was ragged, my moans getting louder and louder, as he pressed his stubbled cheek pressed against my ear.
"..so long. Needed you, WITCH!"
I couldn't even register the sound of our skin slapping together as he fucked me down onto him. Just dragging me onto his cock.
He continued to speak, at last I could hear him speak. This was the voice that led me here.
I needed this? No.
I wanted this more than anything, and nowI have him. He was here, knees pressed against the floor of a cave giving himself to me, again and again and again.
His voice alone leaves my mind in this warm haze, I didn't even notice the mass swelling around the base of his cock until he was able to finally shove it past the tightentend ring of my entrance.
It was raw, it was searing, it was everything.
It was a burst of pain throughout an explosion of pleasure. My body was left shaking as I came around this knot of muscle.
His last growl was so much more possessive as it melted out in a deep moan, cumming against my fluttering pussy as we followed one another's climax.
Hot ropes of his spendings filled what little space that was left inside of me. It actually began to leak out of the side of where his knot was locked within me.
The muscles of his arms flexed against his shaking joints as he struggled to keep me on top of this cock.
Finally, he set me down onto my knees, rubbing his palms along my ass before snaking his arms around my body. He held me flush his chest. Possibly weary of me falling flat on my face.
We stayed there for a long few minutes, just letting the heat evaporate from our skin in the lingering afterglow of sex.
I could barely hold myself up, and soon my body began to sway against his arms. He pulled me closer. Giving one last press of his hips tighter against mine, forcing his knot deeper into my tight channel.
A strangled gasp was pushed out of my chest, and I couldn't keep myself from pressing back against him.
He reached down to grip me by the back of my knees and lifted me back up. One arm slipped down to hold my weight, and the other to adjust the knot to prevent discomfort. He carried me over to the massive nest of fur in the corner of the cave. A variety of pelts strewn into a pile as his makeshift bed.
With his chest still pressed to my back, his lips met my ear and he whispered to me as he laid me down with him. Pulling the fur around us.
"Sleep for me, little witch, we've got a big day ahead of us." I can feel him pressing hot kisses across the skin of my neck as he spoke to me.
"We have so much lost time to make up for...please, sleep for me."
My Maker, his voice is so warm against my cheek. This has been so much more than I ever thought I would find, and try as I might I couldn't keep my eyes from growing heavy. I couldn't stop his warm body from lulling me into a deep slumber, with him following not far behind. Both of us let in the exhaustion, no worry about the morning to come.