A Witchy Tale - closed

[RedHairedandFriendly]

The thought that Benny would want to accompany her hadn't even crossed her mind. Being married would mean bringing her spouse along in several aspects of her life, especially if he were unemployed for a long period of time. Jacquelyn however did not let her thoughts show as she smiled wide and happily accepted his offer to help her at her old home. She finished her dinner, remarking occasionally on how delectable it was. By the time she was finished she had worked out a plan on how to detach herself from Benny long enough to find out who had abused him.

She rose, kissed him quickly but with a promised passion of more to come, the began to right the kitchen. Food was put away, dishes floated in the air where they were deposited into a sink that had magically filled with steamy, soapy water. Before long the kitchen looked to be immaculate and Jacquelyn was facing her spouse with a devilish grin on her face.

“Now... if I recall, our shower never did get finished.”

She winked, licked her lips, and scooted from the room before her mate could touch her. By the time she reached the bathroom, the shower water was running and steam filled the air.

 

[Tseranc]

He watched, without complete amazement, the dishes floating about taking care of his cleaning for him. There were defiantly advantages to marrying a witch! After having prided himself for not being totally shocked with her magic, he was lured in by her other, more natural feminine charms.

She departed down the hall, leaving him wanting much more as he remembered the shower that had been so rudely interrupted by a tree crashing through her house. He walked, trying hard not to run, as if this shower was supposed to make up for that one – several days ago, or in their experience, well over a week.

He turned the corner into the bathroom, and was greeted to the sight of her naked form. He loved every inch of her petite frame, and the strawberry hair that cascaded down form her head. He knew her magic was at work again, seeing as the water was already the perfect temperature, and his old home was certainly not capable of delivering such perfection in such short time.

He held out a hand, for her to balance as she stepped over the wall of the tub into the water. He followed her in, and instead of reaching for the soap or shampoo; he wrapped her up in his arms, kissing her wet neck and shoulders. His hand eventually lost their grip and started roaming freely over her slick body. “Mmmm, Jacquelyn baby…I think I am getting used to this married thing. Pretty sure I like it!”

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

A giggle fell from her pink lips as his hands traveled across her slippery form. "Are you?" she asked, turning around and presenting herself to his warm, wet embrace. "It does seem to have its occassional perks, doesn't it?" Her brows rose seconds before her eyes descended on her husband's stiffening member. "This seems to happen a lot," she whispered against his lips as her fingers brushed his hard shaft.

Knowing fingers wrapped greedily around Benny's cock, she purred against his ear, nibbling her way to the lobe, then across his jaw, eventually biting gently on his shoulder. "So is it just the sex you like? Or the whole package?" she winked again, turned away, abandoning his cock.

Purposely she bent over, picking up the soap, while allowing her bare ass to press against the swollen member of her spouse's sex. As she seductively rubbed her cheeks over the stiff skin, she looked back, winked again and darted a few inches away before he could react. "There is work involved you know... being a husband and all." She smiled, tossed him a wash cloth and reached out to hand him the soap.

"You wash my back, I'll wash yours."

 

[Tseranc]

He loved how she teased, talking about work even as she pressed her ass against him. “You know I love the whole package. I think I have the work thing under control too.” He took the cloth and soap, lathering it up, then began to scrub her back, drifting lower to clean her lovely ass cheeks as well, taking the opportunity to grope them as they were washed.

“Who else do you know that could keep up with you in the past, present and future? I should get paid just for that!” he joked, before taking a knee and running the wash cloth down each of her legs. “Care to turn around so I can get to the rest? Would hate for you to think I do just the bare minimum.” He grabbed her hips and turned her to face him, then began the soapy excuse to feel her up traveling upward this time.

He stood up, smiling down at her, as he washed her arms, then returned to the center making triple sure now her impressive chest was thoroughly clean. Once he had her nipples hard again, he handed the wash cloth back, smiling at his 'husbandly duties' were complete.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Several times through the "bath" Jacquelyn had felt herself fighting to not give him the advantage of hearing her beg. She was sure though he'd had had no trouble hearing her whimper, moan and hiss. Each touch, as cleansing as they were had also left her feeling scorched as if she'd just worked through a forest fire and needed a good dousing.

"You're quite good..." she muttered, her breath catching on each word. "My turn."

The young witch treated her mate to the same torture he'd forced her to indure. By the time she was facing him once more, his body glistening and water spraying over them, she was still burning. The need to have him inside her was greater than any need she'd experienced. A yearning drove her forward as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"I think you need to take care of me...again."

The words were said, but muffled as her mouth moved to devour what was before her. Jacquelyn's tongue slid confidently along side her husband's her hands moved up and down his body, fingers stroked, caressed, and massaged every muscle that they could find. She shook within his embrace, quivered as his body pressed along side hers and eventually she begged and pleaded.

 

[Tseranc]

Ben was in heaven as her hands caressed every inch of him, lathering him up and washing the foam away, leaving only the excitement and the lingering heat from her touch. He wanted to scream when it was over, wanting it to go on forever.

But her next move was even better, so he had no cause to complain, her hands roaming all over him in need, as her tongue danced with his. “Yeah, I think I do,” he agreed to the need to take care of her again, between hungry kisses. But she wouldn't stop, she did damn near everything but stuff his shaft inside her, until she was begging for it. He wasn't even sure, looking down at the shorter woman, who she was begging, or specifically what for; just knew she was in a great, urgent, need.

Benny spun her around, pushing her back into the shower wall as the water continued to beat down on both their heated bodies. He stepped between her legs, and reached down to grab one, wrapping it around him. The humor of their banter had evaporated in the heat, leaving only the raw passion. He pushed himself closed and rocked down low enough that his cock could press at her swollen entrance. He nibbled at her ear as he lifted himself, impaling her on his aching meat, and pressing her harder into the wall as they began to gyrate and move together.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Jacquelyn smiled softly at the resting figure of her husband. The shower long behind them, but still rested comfortably in her mind. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she pressed her lips to her fingertip and then to his closed mouth.

It wasn't long before Benny licked his lips, smiled at the sweet taste and then rolled to his side. The sleeping potion took less than five seconds to rush through her mate's blood. A long, drawn out snore filled the room, giving Jacquelyn a giggle. She turned with a minor wave of guilt and left the bedroom. If all went well Benny would awake in a few hours, she would be in the kitchen cooking him a late breakfast and whomever had struck her partner would be suffering from some sort of incurable ailment. The trick though was to discover whom had hit her Benny before the spell wore off.

The young witch tugged on her lower lip as her hand wrapped firmly around the handle of an old broom. It was a rough start, but eventually Jacquelyn had found a wind that was willing to carry her. Granted the makeshift conveyance was not as comfortable as her own trusted, wooden stead she knew it would do. She circled the trees, became familiar with the device and then soared swiftly over the town, parks, city streets, until she found the site of the Police Station.

A soft curse fell from her lips as she landed, not so gracefully behind the impound lot. After hiding her broom behind a spell of invisiblity Jacquelyn shook back her hair, took a deep breath and walked around the station, then proceeded to present herself to the front desk seargent. "Who do I speak with about the assault that was on my husband Benny?" Her eyes remained fixed on the gentleman, while her lips moved steadly and words, barely audible fell from her lips. Truth spells never fail, she thought.