"You smell so sweet" he mumbled into my shoulder. His nose pressed to the crook of my neck.
He'd been growling filthy things into my ear for almost an hour. Gritting and grinning at the feel of my overworked flower wrapped around his angry cock.
At this point I was only shaking in his arms like a jerking rag doll, as he rocked me back and forth on his knot. It had gone on like this for days. Tangled in each other's arms, only parting from one another to eat and deal with any bodily functions.
I was near exhaustion as his rut had finally taken a dip. Half the day it felt like he'd held me in an unbreakable embrace as he waited for his breath to catch back up to him.
Surely, soon I'll see the other side of this, but what will become of us then. The accessible hole which he'd been abusing was my best bargaining chip for keeping him near for this long. Once he was finished I feared he wouldn't have any want or need to stay.
Animals grow attached to affection and sustenance; people are far more complicated.
My thoughts are halted by a flick of his fingers at my temple.
"Ow"
"You're thinking too much again. I can tell by that far away look on your face." He grips the soft flesh of my ass to pull himself out of me.
His knot had finally gone down, yet he didn't seem too eager to stop. The flared head of his cock remained caught at the entrance of my tunnel. I could hear a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as he leaned over me, pushing his length back inside.
"Am I boring you, little witch?" He pulled back again, only to rut forward quickly, making me nearly jump up from my hands and knees as his hips smacked against my thigh. I hadn't any strength left to stand and had instead remained in this favorable position.
"N..Noo."
His hips continued to pull slowly, the sensations causing mine to follow back so I didn't lose hold of his member. Then they'd snap towards me, causing me to jolt as he struck the opening to my womb.
"Does that mean my little witch wants more?" He punctuates his question with another snap forward.
Can my body truly take anymore? Surely, I'll break like a little spring in an over-wound toy.
"Not talking, are we?" When I don't answer back, he gives a grunt and begins to pull out again, only this time his tip makes it all the way out.
I jump at this new empty feeling inside me, and I fling myself back to be seated on his cock. Days worth of slick and remnants of his seed make the slide down onto him very easy.
His hands meet either side of my hips as he grits out his question again. "Does that mean my little witch wants more?!" His hand lifts off to come down on the side of my thigh with a hearty slap.
"Yyes! I want more, James!" I muster all the adrenaline I have to bounce myself with my knees and palms pressed to the bed. Back and forth, back and forth on his cock as the cheeks of my bottom meet his lap.
His hands continue to dig into my sides as he helps guide me through the motions.
"Just like that, don't you dare stop. My beautiful little witch, with your beautiful little pussy. Ah..it sucks me in like a hungry little whore."
No matter how hard it was to take, I needed more. I wanted everything he'd give me. My whole body shook with each bounce, sweat-soaked hair clinging to my face.
"So soft" His hands ghost over the skin of my stomach as he wedges it between my thighs. His large fingers clumsily pawing for his hidden prize. Wet with my own slick, he tweaks the little pearl as he proceeds to slam against my heavily abused core. I had fruitlessly bitten down any moans or squeaks he forced up from my chest.
"Ah fu..I love the little sounds you fucking make"
He thrusted harder from behind a handful of times, just to make me louder.
His knot started to inflate again, only this time there wasn't as much resistance. His knot swelled and pulled within my inner walls. Once it reached its full size it had gotten caught in the small opening it had once passed through.
He gives a solid tug at the secured spot, rocking me through my own climax, still messily strumming at my tightly wound strings.
He hums sweet praises into my ear as I twitch around his knot all over again, taking every drop of his seed as he spills inside.
"Did I make my witch feel good?"
I nod sluggishly, mumbling yeses into his shoulder as I cling to him.
It ends how it started. His fingers knuckled into my sides as he slowly rocked me in his swollen knot. Gentle careful thrusts, nudging, and knocking against the back of my abused core.
I get my final break when he deflates again, giving him room to pull out. I'm left with a sweaty dripping mess.
A pool of cum forms below as it leaks from my aching cunt.
He pants for a moment as he looks over the masterpiece he'd made of me. Stopping to lean in near my ear and speak. "I could've spent all day buried in your pussy, couldn't I?"
He gradually peppers soft and hard kisses over my chin and neck as he speaks.
"Couldn't I?" He repeated louder as he brushed his teeth along my skin, his finger slipping down my stomach to brush the over-sensitive bud again.
"Yyes" The word is scraping past my clenched jaw.
"Good girl." He lifts himself from the bed to leave briefly, and I can't help but give a small protest to his absence.
"Calm down, I'm just getting water". He slips his hand to my thigh to give me a reassuring squeeze. "You, on the other hand, aren't moving an inch. You understand?"
Even if I'd truly wanted to chase after him, my legs wouldn't have allowed it. They would have buckled immediately upon having to take my full weight. I nod in agreement anyway, but not without my fair share of back talk "You're being awfully bossy."
He spins back around with a half-cocked glare. Yet, He couldn't stay serious while I looked the way I did, sprawled out on the bed, and covered with his nectar.
"Not an inch." Were his last words before he sauntered off to the kitchen.
He comes back with my water pitcher and a glass. The water flows from the metal jug to trickle and bubble into the cup.
Next, his hand is slipping under my chin to lift my head. He presses the cold glass against my lips, and when cool water touches my tongue, it's life-giving.
I gained enough strength to get ahold of the glass and start to chug all of it. He sets the jug down to help turn me over off my stomach, before picking it up again to pour another cupful. Offering it to me to drink my fill, then drinking the rest himself.
Sitting up, I could finally see all we'd done to the bedroom. Looking down I find the growing stain of his cum seeping out of my flower and onto the blankets.
I'm exhausted, and the rest of the morning is spent regaining all the energy that had been spent through the last few days.
That same stain will come into vision as I'm scrubbing at it from the wash basin outside.
Almost all my linens would need to be cleaned. Some Upholstery will need to be dealt with later.
Bucky, as he called himself, was making his way up the hill to the house with a bucket of water in each hand.
Bed linens and blankets are hanging on both lines.
It wasn't warm, but at least it wasn't too cold to clean. Each piece of cloth fluttered with the chill in the breeze. He feels one of the sheets that had been left up the longest. Finally dry.
Then he walks over to me at the washboard. He places a hand on my shoulder and asks how I'm doing.
"I'm alright."
We'd gone back to an air of comfortable silence, but every once and a while he'd grace me with conversation.
"Not sore?" He asked as he watched me drain the basin, ready to top it off with fresh water.
"No more than the last time you asked."
He lets out a weighted sigh before speaking again. "I'm just concerned, that's all."
"And I thank you. Very much Ja..Bucky." I could see his eyebrows raised at his formal name.
I can still recall his first correction. We were still laying in a brief reprieve from his rut, and glory to Maker; that we were even coherent.
I'd addressed him as 'James' only to have him stop me as he explained "My father called me James; my friends called me Bucky."
I'd noted how he only spoke of it in the past tense, but I knew to keep that observation to myself.
I will admit it was nice he considered me a friend. It made me giddy to think he'd grown so close to me, even though we'd been so closely embraced these past few days.
"Could you grab the other one, please?" I ask.
He leaned in and grabbed the empty basket for the dried laundry while I unclipped sheets and blankets from the line.
As the linen was pulled away, an image came into view. A gray and brown mass was making its way up the hill.
Wanda had approached the property on her familiar. A beautiful gray stallion. I remember when she'd first found it and how everyone marveled at its speed and agility.
Bucky came up behind me to place his large hand on my shoulder. He'd sensed I had gotten tense at the sight of the other witch as she grew closer. I too, could sense his unease from the way his fingers gripped my skin. Almost as if he was waiting to pull me behind him so he was a barrier between the interloper and myself.
I turned my back to her and tossed the fabric into the basket he still held. I placed my hand over his arm when I noticed his fingers digging into the wicker. It was a soft touch to reassure him there was no danger.
It was unavoidable. As enjoyable as her presence may be at times, she could prove to be the persistent sort of nuisance. The next time I turned towards her direction she'd already dismounted, and was standing by the front door. When she knew she'd caught my attention, she started waving excitedly.
"Friend of yours" Becky's voice finally broke the short moment of silence that had taken over us.
"I suppose? I don't have many friends, so I guess she's one of the few." I responded the best I could. I had many clients within the coven that would come by for a healing, but not many I would call a 'friend'.
There wasn't any point in making her wait any longer. The sooner I take my ribbing, the sooner she'll be satisfied.
"Good morning!" He exclaimed as you finally approached. I matched her with a simple 'hello', before getting right to the point. "How may I help you today?"
She wrung her hands together before spitting out the words to answer. "I've been restless as of late. I was hoping you had a sleeping tonic that could help me."
"Certainly." I let her tie down her horse, and have her follow me to the house. I grab a ready made sleep tonic from a shelf and hand it to her. They've always had a great shelf life.
She told the little bottle around in her palm before looking back at me with a weak smile.
I keep my expression towards her as blank as possible before asking her if there would be anything else she would need for a 'more restful sleep'.
"You know that's not why I came here". Her voice finally had a real feeling to it now. She was never a good liar and it always showed in the way she spoke.
"Do I?" Was the only response I gave.
She sighed before stating "the coven was just worried about you. Now that you'd had your familiar, we assumed you would come back by now."
"Bucky and I needed some time to adjust." I couldn't just walk in with him on my arm after the way his rut had been twisting his mind to run on instinctual need.
"Is that what you call him now? You naughty little bunny." She said with a sly smile. My cheeks had gone hot at the inclination that everyone assumed we rut about like horny rabbits. Although it wasn't far from what had occurred the past few days, I had kept away from the coven.
Oh, the gossip must have been swirling around the coven like a bad flu.
"There is no need to be embarrassed; many of us are quite jealous. Such a specimen he was at the ceremony, and so energetic."
I loudly cleared my throat in an effort to signal an end to the conversation. Thankfully, she took the hint and jumped back to the word from the coven.
"Anyway, many of us were wondering when you would return." She asked
"Soon." Was the only answer I could give. So much had happened so quickly that the week had just flown by.
"How soon?" Now she was becoming more impatient with me. I just didn't feel quite as ready to drag him into the coven after what happened at the ceremony.
The door creaks to life as it's slowly pushed open. Bucky carefully enters with his basket of dry linen. He must have had his ear pressed to the door during the conversation; and when he sensed my unease, he used his chores as an excuse to intrude. Wanda takes this as a request for her to leave. It was unfortunate that her departure didn't accompany a proper answer from myself.
However, Wanda wasn't in the wrong. I had been gone from the coven for longer than necessary. I couldn't hide away for any longer and would have to face them all, eventually, the familiar following close behind.
I take the basket from Bucky and give him a soft "thank you" before setting the basket down and going back out to finish the laundry.
Later, with Bucky's help, I dragged the rest of the finished laundry back inside to put it away. I set the back on the low table by the sofa as I watched her mount her horse from the window. Just as she had come she left as a speck crawling over the hill, only to disappear past it.
When she was out of sight I switched my attention back to the task at hand and began to pull the sheets from the laundry basket.
"What is it that you do?" His deep voice slipped through your focus as he mirrored my work, pulling some linen out to fold it. "I am a healer. I am to maintain the health of all those within the coven."
He nods along as he takes the corners of his sheet. "Do you get many visitors?"
"Most make appointments, but I do get some walk-ins."
He tossed the folded linen onto the sofa and reached for another as he continued to speak. "So you're like a doctor then?" "I suppose so."
"Would I..be helping you? With your work, that is." I suppose I didn't explain his role as a familiar in great detail. Him being so 'human' complicated things a bit.
"You can. In due time, of course, I'd have to train you first."
"Right." He tossed another folded sheet into the table beside the basket.
Familiars were normally meant to act as companions, not that Bucky wasn't keeping me plenty of company. He wasn't totally human, but he certainly wasn't a witch, so there wouldn't be much for him to do without me.
When the laundry was finished I grabbed all the folded linen and loaded it back into the basket to put it away. I made quick work of the laundry and padded into the kitchen to brew some tea. Hopefully to prepare to settle in for the evening. Our morning activities were lengthy and it left us with little sunlight to finish our chores.
I let my eyes lower shut so as to rest them as I stood and listened to the water bubble in the tea kettle. Sooner or later I would need to resume my duties to the coven as well as reclaim my attendance at our church. But, after all that had happened, was I even ready?
It wasn't until Bucky's voice broke through the short silence that I realized my mind had been drifting. "So, what did that woman need?" Head asked.
"She's a colleague. A fellow member of the coven, just checking up on me."
His lips pursed together in a line. It's hard to read into his thoughts when he wasn't in his beastly form; but from studying his face he looked almost dejected.
"She thought you were hurt?"
"No. She just was wondering when I'd return to the coven, with my familiar of course." I gestured to him with a weak smile.
He didn't feel anything like a familiar as he evoked such bizarre and strong emotions I never thought I'd express to another person.He seemed to feel a similar displeasure from his new title and looked as if he nearly grimaced.
"What do you do for the coven?"
I leaned in on the kitchen counter with my back arched and my elbow pressed to the smooth wood surface, as I used my other hand to rub the stress from my brow and the tiredness from my eyes.
"Coven members would often seek me out when they're in need of treatment."
"What sort of treatment would they come here for?"
"Medical, medicinal, maybe even mental. Sometimes it's physical malady, and sometimes the ailment is just the bad energy they need to get out of their mind."
"So you're a doctor?" He asked.
"Of sorts. I'm the healer." And a damn good one at that, but I never liked to boast, so it was left unspoken. "..and uh..you'll help me with my day-to-day work, or assist me in specific rituals. That sort of thing."
He just nods along, clearly not fully sold on the whole 'familiar' title. He was much more than just an errand boy, but the spiritual aspect is hard to explain to humans. Still, he had to be swimming in doubt and discomfort.
"I'm sorry that this happened so fast. A witch just whisks you away and holds you up in her home."
"That's not what worries me." He pushes his hands in his pockets as he presses his back onto the counter I had been leaning over, prompting me to stand back up.
"What worries you?" I reach my hand out to snake around his arm and press myself to his body to give him some of my warmth to calm him. "Share with me your burden so that I may lighten it."
He pushes me off and pads over to the sitting room. He doesn't take a seat; he only stares out through the large window over the sofa. His view of the forest line was met with a glare. He spoke softly, his voice going gravelly again.
"What if I hurt you?"
He cut his sight from the window to look back at me, this time with a brush of fear in his eyes "What if I turn into that thing again, and you can't stop me?"
I leave my place in the kitchen to reapproach him, this time with worries of my own. "You shouldn't fear your own nature. Even in your other form I can still speak to you as I had before."
"My nature?!" He had taken some offense, and his voice had grown louder. "That isn't my natural form. I was never supposed to be like this." He drops his weight onto the sofa, so that he nearly rattles the whole piece of furniture.
He runs his large hand over his face to wipe off some of the sweat that started to build during his frustrations. "For fuck's sake, I wasn't born this way!!"
"What?"