The Emerald Witch

[pneema]

OOC: The start of a character's tale. Its fairly open, in that I'll gladly take more characters if they fit, but I would prefer to have some control over what characters there are and how they get introduced, if'n that's ok with you all. If you'd like to help write the story, PM me and let me know, please?

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"Another gawker," she thought as the young servant girl, Erta, brought her the news. "Very well. I'll be down shortly."

Minutes later as she sat on her styilized throne, she sighed inwardly. Every now and again she would receive a visitor. Someone out to make a name for themself, or to see if the rumors of her place were true. And then sometimes, there were the visitors who wee true treasures. She smoothed the emerald colored silk of her skirt, making sure that her feet were hidden behind the shimmering folds. She pulled her hood forward to hide her face in its shadows, and gestured for the lighting to be dimmed. When evertyhing was acceptable, she closed her eyes and gestured Erta to allow the visitors in.

She heard the door open and the adventurers footsteps, for there were two, as they walked down the corridor, heading towards the platform where she sat. Perhaps she will add this pair to her menagarie. After all, they'd most likely traveled through many various dangers to reach her secluded hideaway. Such effort should receive some ... reward. As they continued their approach she switched her "perspective", though she knew very well what they saw.

The chamber was lit, but enough to throw shadows, and the light held no warmth, for it was emerald in hue. On either side of them, the shadows cast by the green light were moving. Over the ringing echos of their footsteps they could hear gentle moans. They paused momentarily to peer closer and the female let out a soft gasp. The walls were "made" of naked people writhing together, stroking, rubbing, tasting each other.

They made their way the steps of the platform and stood silently as they took in the figure sitting there, clad all in emerald silk, the robes such that the form was hidden as to give no hint to the shape beneath it. To either side and behind the figure, men and women positioned artfully, grinding and thrusting against each other, providing a writhing frame to accent the stillness of the form in the chair.

Minutes passed as they stood there silently. She listened, her eyes closed, waiting to see what they had to say.

The man spoke, his voice reverberating through the chamber, despite the sound of carnal pleasure in the background. "We've come to speak to the Emerald Witch."

She opened her eyes, confident in the shadows to keep her face hidden. They were strong looking adventures, there was no doubt. She was a man's fantasy in leather armor, and he had no doubt broken many a maiden's heart with those eyes. But looks meant little to her, after all, she had a castle full of beauties and charmers.

"What need do you have of her?" her voice, a soft whipser, curled around the two that stood so boldlly in front of her.

"We've come to ask a favor of her." His voice was as strong as he looked. He would be a very good addition.

"Do you know the price of the Emerald Witch?"

"We have heard tales of a price, yes." The man did not hesitate, but she noticed the female glancing at him.

"And are you willing to pay her price, Bold Travelers?"

 

[virgin_rose]

Alexandra Dupuis

my father was a good man and a fine king. it was quite a shock to everyone when he suddenly passed away when he was thrown away from his horse. considering he was one of the most finest horseman in the land his tragic end was quite unexpected. but then again, he should have tried to controlled his obsession with wild horses long ago or else this would have never happened.

now our country is without a king to rule us. our only prince, my brother had wandered off a few years back hoping to seek his own fame and fortune before he was to become the next king. unfortunately no one had heard of him since. as the only remaining decendant of the last king, i have to find my brother before it is too late. i know very well that our country's enemy is just at bay, waiting for a sign of weakness before they fight together with themselves to claim our land. there wasn't a day pass that i had wished for his returned. i wasn't sure how long i can hold off those ferocious beast hoping to take rip our country apart.

finally news reached the palace of my brother's whereabout. i had followed the lead with not much anticipation. i knew the journey might be trecerous but i have always believe that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. i had chose the bravest, mightiest, and most cunning knight to accompany me and at last words reached us that the last place my brother was bound for was to the emerald witch lair. the words it self brings shudder to those who dare to say it out loud.

i was reluctant to go and seek her and i sought out for other leads to his whereabout but in vain. after much thoughts i decided that i should consider all my options which wasn't a lot.it all points to the emerald witch.

accompanied with my faithful companion, we journeyed to the witch's lair. after more than a month of grueling days, we finally reached her lair just as the day is about to end.

it looms dark against the fiery orange red evening sky. as we walk inside a woman's voice ask us:

"what business brings you here, weary travelars?"

"we came to see the emerald witch and our business is for her ears only".

we heard an invisible door close and silence surround the place. a few minutes later the same voice again.

"you may enter now, she is waiting for you."

i didn't know what i my expectation from the meeting with the emerald witch. but whatever it is, i would never have imagined it to be so out of this world. right from the start as we entered the room, it was all so enchanting. as if there was a whole different world that resides around this place.

the room had just enough lights for anyone to look around. but the most extraordinary thing about the place is probably the paintings on the walls.it was painted with a mural of men and women in various sexual position, touching, kissing, grinding and thrusting against each other, so oblivious to anyone at all. i couldn't help it but to gasp with surprise and wonder. never in my life have i seen such display of eroticism.

moving forward we came upon a figure robe in emerald silk, her face hidden and her form suggest nothing of the shape beneath it.

minutes passed and both parties seems to wait for the other to start first.


"We've come to speak to the Emerald Witch." my companion finally spoke.

"What need do you have of her?"

"We've come to ask a favor of her."

"Do you know the price of the Emerald Witch?"

"We have heard tales of a price, yes."

"And are you willing to pay her price, Bold Travelers?"


again there was silence in the room. my companion looked at me for an answer and i looked at the figure seated in front of us. hoping to catch a glimpse of an answer to the question. finally i nodded.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Orin Saradenj, 'Breeze'

He was not as nervous as he was impatient. After all that travel-- and hard travel it was too--they at last stood in the hall of the Emerald Witch. So she did exist after all; their arduous journey had not been in vain.

The doors to her throne room opened, and they stepped into the hallway suffused with a dim green light. Their footsteps were surprisingly loud as they approached the source of the light, and they were aware of a curious low sound, a constant murmuring or moaning. She looked at him nervously but his eyes were straight ahead as they entered the throne room.

The Witch sat unmoving on a raised throne, while all around her the walls seemed to writhe as if alive. At first it almost gave the impression of an undersea world, surrounded by waving fronds of seaweed, but then the woman glanced at the walls. She looked more closely and gasped, drawing back in horror.

The walls were alive with countless bodies locked in every attitude of sex, kissing, fondling, copulating in pairs and groups, their soft moans and cries filled the air alonh with the actual slap and suck of flesh on flesh. Men amd women magically imprisoned in acts of wild congress and depraved lust, a lewd and disturbing sight.

He tried to pay them no attention. The heaving bodies gave him a feeling of lewd excitement as well as a one of cautious dread, for it was obvious that these bodies were more than mere illiusion. The Witch had made them her own and now used them for her amusement

Still, he reflected, there are worse ways to spend eternity, and as an example of the magician's art and power, he thought he had perhaps seen better; he had certainly seen more frightening scenes. And as far as a pornographic spectacle, he had spent time among the concubines of the Palaces of the Moon and knew the secrets of the Pillar in the Garden, and had himself engaged in arcane sexual practices that weren't even depicted here.

His companion, though, seemed quite taken aback. Her step faltered and she could not take her eyes from the bodies, their limbs twining in sensual embrace, the thrusting of the males and the receptive eagerness of the females. In all their travels he had not seen a sign of sexual interest on her part, she'd been so eager to reach this place. But now she was clearly flustered, and her breasts heaved with her labored and nervous breathing as the walls worked their magic upon her

He concentrated his attention of the figure in the throne before him. She sat immobile, covered from head to toe in green silk; there was no way to know if the figure was even male or female.
He knew that the way a magician presented themselves was often of importance, and the Witch preferred mystery and concealment. He would have preferred a terrifying apparition, which was often the sign of a mage unsure of their powers. But the Witch put on no such display.

He waited and waited to be addressed before presuming to speak first, but when the silence continued broken only by the wild shreik of climax from the figure on the wall, he at last spoke up. "We've come to speak to the Emerald Witch."

His voice echoed in the chamber, but the Witch gave no response. He knew that she was looking into them with a Witch's sight, taking their measure.

"What need do you have of her?" she replied at last.

"We've come to ask a favor of her."

Again the silence of the unmoving figure. "Do you know the price of the Emerald Witch?"

"We have heard tales of a price, yes." he said. He felt rather than saw the woman look at him.

"And are you willing to pay her price, Bold Travelers?"

There was just a touch of amusement in her voice.

He had not lived as long as had by strength alone, nor by meekness. "Only a fool would make a bargain not knowing the terms, my Lady. We shall tell you what we seek, and I would ask that you name your price that we may consider."

A long minute passed. All three of them knew that they were at her mercy, yet he wondered how long it would take him to reach her on that throne, and what damage she could do them in that time. But that would of course defeat their entire purpose.

"Who are you?" she asked them.

He felt clearly that she already knewm but he said, "I am no one, my Lady. They call me Breeze. This is the Lady Alexandra. She comes from the lands to the North in search of her brother, who is lost in these parts."

"And what is the boon you seek?" The Witch asked.

"To find her brother and bring him safely to her homeland." he said.

For the first time the hooded head seemed to move slightly. "There are two of you." the Witch said. "You both seek the same favor?"

He started to speak but the Witch raised one finger and stopped him cold. "The Lady can speak, can she not?"

Alexandra cleared her throat. "By your mercy, yes, my Lady. That is the favor I alone seek. Only that my brother return with me to our home where our father has died. This man has aided me in my quest."

"In return for what?" she asked. "For money, or for your favors?"

Alexandra swallowed nervously. Her eye had been caught by the body of a beautiful women in the wall who was held suspended in the strong arms of a burly man. Her legs were on his shoulders and his hard, thick phallus was sunk between her legs, his buttocks clenching as he pumped in and out of her and she cried out in joy.

"With all respect, my Lady," he said, "I do not reveal the secrets of my heart without good reason. My feelings for her and my motivation for helpingh her are my own concern. We have told you what we seek. We ask now you tell us what it will cost."

 

[pneema]

The Witch smiled to herself. These two would be fun. Of course the maiden was still that, a maiden.

"Of course, that would be against a gentleman's nature. My apologies, Sir Breeze." she offered sincerely, her tone having changed to a more caring and almost warm tone. She stood up in a single fluid movement, the only noise made is the whisper of the silk moving.

"Forgive an old lady her bad manners. I've kept my guests waiting when they've travelled so far to see me. Erta, please show our guests to the dining room. I'm sure they are hungry."

The audience clearly done, she walked quietly off the platform, making her way towards a door hidden by the shadows.

At the door, she stopped and turned.

"Oh, and surely the dust of travel rests heavy on you both. Perhaps I can help with that."

She turned then and vansished into the writhing wall. Alexandra and Breeze now find themselves naked, their clothes and equipment having vanished with the witch.

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Unnoticed, Erta stands beside them, her posture subservient, her eyes on the floor in front of her.

"Please follow me. And do not worry about your things. They are safe. You simply shall not need them here. No one comes to harm here. It is not Her way. Please, follow me?"

She turns and starts to walk towards a doorway that opens up among the bodies which remain in constant motion. Through the doorway she leads them into a medium-sized room. The green light predominates here as well, removing any warmth this room might have be perceived to give. Most of the open space is taken up by a large wooden table that gleams in the odd light. Around sit matching highback chairs. Above the table hung the lights, large chandeliers with emerald colored glass around the candles.

Here the writhing bodies on the wall were gone, replaced by solid wood, polished to a shine to match the table and chairs. And down the length of the room, standing on shelves, reaching to hold onto rings placed in the ceiling were naked women, extended not so far as to cause discomfort, but to give a drapped look to the ceiling and walls. They were "drapped" low enough that all below the collarbone was accessible by reaching up.

Erta continues to the far end of the table, and pulls out a chair on either side and waits quietly for them to sit. She watches their reactions from under her lashes, keeping her head lowered. The Witch's interior decorating was different then what most were used to. It had taken her sometime to get used to it, she recalls.

"Won't you have a seat? Supper will be served soon."

She quietly urges them to sit, inwardly smiling, knowing the surprise that they will find as they do, trying to keep her body still at the longing that momentarily uncurls inbetween her legs. It is not her place to have such surprises.

Alexandra and Breeze sit in the chairs, facing each other. Erta quickly slides first one chair into place and then the other, then steps back against the wall.

Beneath the table, Alexandra and Breeze each feel a head moving between their legs and a tongue start to explore them.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Orin Saradenj, 'Breeze'

"Forgive an old lady her bad manners." the Witch said, but from the way the hooded figure glided from the dais, Breeze decided she was anything but old.

Still, it was gracious of her to invite them to dine, and he thought that things might not be going so badly. Just then he felt as it were a gentle caress upon his body, and suddenly his sword and dagger were gone, his jerkin and shoes as well, and he stood in stunned nakedness. But not as stunned as Alexandra, who cried out in surprise.

Breeze stared at her long enough to see her full and proud breasts, her hips and the long sensuous lines of her legs, before he tore his eyes away with an effort and followed the servant into the dining chamber.

But the sensual assault did not cease. The figures of naked women served as karyatids, appearing to support the ceiling as their voluptuous bodies revealed themselves suggestively, hands raised over their heads so that they proffered their breasts, tempting his touch, while their feminine secrets were his to explore with an idle finger should he so choose.

He was only a man, he reflected, and had the Witch any idea of the strength of his carnal desires and how long it had been since he had last satisfied them, or if she was aware of the strain he had been under as he journeyed with Alexandra, she perhaps would not toy with him so. As it was he felt himself swelling with arousal, and now there was no way to hide it.

Did he see Alexandra glance at him surreptiously? He could not be sure, but she seemed to find no shame in her own nakedness now, as if perhaps it felt good to her to finally abandon her concealment and modesty. Perhaps she felt the same stirrings of gnawing lust that he did. Certainly the servant girl took note of his condition, as his manhood was now not only swollen but growing quite erect and beginning to rear up proudly from his loins.

There was nothing for it but to ignore the embarrassment. Still he was glad when the servant seated them and the table could hide his growing need.

Alexandra shreiked and he jumped from his chair as he felt a warm, soft tounch upon his scrotum. He looked down to see the face of a beautiful woman, eyes closed in rapture, her tongue extended and searching for him.

"Blood of the Gods!" he swore. He was about to say more, to curse the Emerald Witch herself, but he bit his words back.

Across from him Alexandra had sunk back into her chair, her head back, her eyes half-closed. He recognized that face, although he had never had the pleasure of seeing her wear it. And alhough he couldn't see for certain, he was certain her thighs were parted and there was a tongue between them.

Looking down between his own legs he marvelled at the beauty of the woman's face, at her hungry eagerness. Experimentally he pushed his cock down toeards her and she captured it instantly into her soft, warm mouth and began to hum with pleasure.

"I hope you know what you're in for, my beauty," he thought, because you'r wait won't be a long one!"

 

[virgin_rose]

Alexandra Dupuis

"Oh, and surely the dust of travel rests heavy on you both. Perhaps I can help with that."

She turned then and vansished into the writhing wall. Alexandra and Breeze now find themselves naked, their clothes and equipment having vanished with the witch.


"Aaaahhh!" I cried in surprised as I find myself standing in my whole nakedness as my clothes vanished into the air. my hands automatically covered my voluptuous breast and between my legs. out of the corner of my eyes, i could see the servant girl smirking at my reaction. i slowly put down my hands, not wanting her to think that i am not capable of handling the situation. what exactly is going on. is the witch testing us. will i pass her test. if i do will i finally find my brother.

i noticed that the living paintings on the walls was getting move violent and arousing as each second went by. i tried to concentrate on something else in the room. that was when i first noticed something between Breeze's leg.

Oh my God, he's getting aroused. and i can't help not to stare at his harden manhood. somehow i felt different since i realized that Breeze could be a normal man after all. his attitude before had always been professional. seeing his cock so erect and delicious brings up my deepest desire to touch myself. i could already feel the familiar feelings between my thighs. i tried to stop myself from being embarrassed and shift my gaze to something less arousing, but every once and again i would unabashedly sneak a peek at Breeze.

the short distance to the dining room seems unending. i was so relieved when we were finally seated. hopefully the food will distract me from my inappropriate imagination. i hastily sit down only to be surprised with something wet touching my inner leg.

my eyes met with a dark set eyes that seems hungry in a way. the eyes belong to a very handsome face. a look that is quite irresistable. he was kneeling under the table looking straight at me. is this another test of the emerald witch?

i sat down, not wanting to declare defeated. the man's face is now burried beetween my thighs. his tongue actively licking my clitoris, sucking and slurping me.

i close my eyes trying not to enjoy this feelings. this is just a test and i will pass. i will find my brother. i repeat these very words again and again silently to myself. my hands gripped the chair's arm as i feel myself beginning to succumb to my deeper desires. my legs getting weaker by the seconds and i unintentionally starts to open my legs wider and wider to give more access to the man who is giving me so much unspeakable pleasure with his experienced tongue. secretly i hope that much more exciting things will happen during my stay here.

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch observed Alexandra and Breeze in her mind's eye throughout the dinner. She heard their quiet moans, and some of those that were not so quiet. She watched as the meal, optimized to appeal to the senses, to stimulate and provide stamina was laid before them, course by course. Well she knew that the two beneath the table were well trained to drag the experience out as long as possible. Perhaps it was not the girl's fault that Breeze could not last the entire meal. Nor was it the boy's that the innocent Alexandra flushed and shivered twice throughout the meal. Perhaps she would allow them the benefit of the doubt .... but then again, perhaps not.

Either way it would prove to pique her interest for a bit, for now her game would begin.

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Erta

Erta remained against the wall during the entire meal, watching the two of them, though it took every ounce of will power she possessed to remain as motionless as the Witch she served. At the end of the last course, she waits for a bit, allowing them a few moments to digest and gather themselves.

"If you two would follow me, I will show you to your rooms, for She wishes to extend her hospitality to you."

She moves to the doorway that joins with the meeting hall and stops to wait for them to follow. She does not miss the feelting looks of uncertainty and distrust, though she says little more to allay their fears. To do so would give too much away, and that simply would not do.

As they stop beside her, she turns and leads them back through the meeting hall, the walls still a single mass of moving bodies. She opens a second doorway hidden behind the bodies and guides them into a hallway. Inside the hallway she moves a few steps ahead of them, for as soon as the bodies merge together behind them, hands reach out from either side of the slender hallway, brushing and carressing Alexandra and Breeze. She turns and snaps sharply at a hand that tries to slip between Alexandra's thighs.


"You know better then that.

The hand recoils and is pulled back only to be replaced by another.

Finally se reaches an open space, a doorway where no hands emerge.

"Alexandra, this will be your room.

She moves to one side to allow Alexandra room to pass, and she gestures to a matching doorway directly across the hall.

"And this, Breeze, is yours. She thought it might comfort you two to be close.

Both rooms are spartan, but comfortable, their main feature, of course, the oversized mahogany caonpy bed, draped in a sheer emerald green cloth. One each bed, atop the emerald silk bedclothes lies another "present" for the two. Each present sits in the middle of the large bed, blindfolded with an emerald scarf.

"I give you only one word of caution. That which you find on your bed, you may watch, but you must not touch. Understood?

She watches them carefully until they acknowledge that they heard her warning, then gestures for them to enter their rooms. As soon as they have, she closes, and locks, the door behind them.

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The Emerald Witch

"Enter, Erta." She called out mere seconds before Erta would have quietly knocked.
"You did well tonight. Our gusests are comfortable?" She did not need to see Erta's nod, or hear her report.
"Do you think they will heed your warning?"

"He perhaps, but I do not know about the young lady. He has more experiance then she."

"Very true. Why don't you tell our young man here about our new guests. He seems to have awoke with your arrival."

The Witch sat on her chair as Erta went over to the blindfolded young man chained spread eagle to the wall. As Erta described Alexandra and Breeze in glowing detail, phantom mouths worked their way all over the young man's body, but avoided the one place he wanted them. Every so often, a mouth would be replaced by a quick pinch.

The Witch allowed Erta to see Alexandra and Breeze in their rooms, to watch as she was, to continue her tale until somewhere, far away, a rooter crowed to greet the rising sun.

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[dr_mabeuse]

Orin Saradenj, 'Breeze'

The door locked behind him, sealing him in the room, but he hardly noticed. His attention was on the voluptuous goddess of a woman who knelt blindfolded on the bed, totally naked. Her breasts were full and erect, her body sinuous and well muscled and shiny with either oil or perspiration, probably the latter to judge from her rapid breathing and her parted lips.

He took another step towards the bed and her face followed him, though she clearly could not see. As excited as he already was. it was all he could do to keep himself from throwing her down and taking her. She did not look like she would mind.

But the servant had said he wasn't to touch her, so clearly this was a test of some kind. He looked about but there was no other place to sit down other than the bed. A test of temptation.

"Can you speak?" he asked her.

"Yes my lord." she said.

"What is this then? What are you doing here?"

"I will pleasure myself my Lord." she said, licking her dry lips. "It is all I can do, though I can find no relief. No relief unless someone else touches me."

"I was told not to touch you." he said.

"Yes, my Lord. I know." she said softly, "But you must forgive me, because I cannot bear this!"

At this he saw that she was trembling, her hands shaking as she reached out to her shaved sex and touched herself, gasping with pleasure, as if her touch were fire.

"Forgive me, my Lord." she whispered, and her hand began to rub at her pussy, her head falling over as she moaned. Her other hand moved to her breast and she squeezed it, capturing her nipple against her palm and then pinching it.

She was obviously already in high arousal. Her stomach knotted as her hand dug cruelly at her sex and she showed herself no gentleness. Her bordered on desperation, and though she tried to keep back her sounds of need, her choked sobs spilled through her lips.

He watched her in awe. He had never seen a woman in such a desperate heat. Her hips pushed against her hand as if they had a will of her own, and her breast grew red from her rough treatment of it.

With a loud groan she collapsed back on the covers, bringing her knees to her chest and stuffing two fingers inside of her while her other hand ground in circles against her clit. "Forgive me, Lord, forgive me," she whimpered, "But I must come, and I cannot. I'm on fire and I find no release. I'm in constant pain, pain to be taken, pain to be fucked!"

He couldn't believe her. She was terribly close to orgasm now. he saw the telltale signs, her thighs trembling, her hips working convulsively against her hand, her ass heaving from the bed. She moaned loudly, and he was cvertain she would explode, but nothing happened, She snarled and screamed in frustration, began to slap her hand against her sex, beating herself, and she mauled her breasts cruelly, gritting her teeth and writhing on the bed in terrioble frustration.

"Oh help me, my Lord! Help me! Just your touch is all I need! End my agony and I will be yours, your willing slave! Just touch me, touch me!"

He would not countenance such torture of a beautiful woman. This was cruel beyond excuse. He sat on the bed and reached to touch her leg.

"No! Do not!" she screamed, and he pulled his hand back. He didn't know how she could sense his intention, but she had. "Do not listen to me!" she gasped. "Do not disobey her, my Lord, I beg of you."

He stood nervously, unsure of what to do. The woman fell back onto the bed and began masturbating again, one hand in front, the other behind her, seeking out her back passage, and the slow, steady climb to frustration began again.

Nor was she the only one who was frustrated. Breeze' cock had been hard and aching all through dinner, and now, watching her squirming in frenzied passion on his bed, he felt as though his muscle might split the skin and rip right through. He could feel his pulse pounding in his erect stalk, feel the semen so close to release. It would not take much; not much at all. A quick thrust into the soft, tight flesh between her legs, or pulling her open mouth over him and it would be over.

"Can you remove your blindfold?" he asked her, and in answer she whjipped the cloth from her face and clutched it between her thighs, squeezing it hard. She looked at him; her eyes were like green fire, with such passion and need that for a moment he wondered whether she was a woman at all, and not some enchanted beast: a tigress or panther. But then he saw the look of agony come back to her face as she moaned in frustration. "Oh I am so close! So close all the time! I shall die soon if I do not have my release! Oh, the very Gods!"

She rolled onto her stomach and position her sex at the very edge of the bedm one leg on the floor. With her rounded ass jutting up, she began to drag herself up and back, masturbating on the edge of the cover as she whined in frustration, biting at the cover like an animal. For the first time he could see her pussy, red and swollen and glistening wet, the lips pouting at him as if in invitation.

It was more than he could bear. He would face the wrath of the Emerald Witch, he thought. It would be worth it.

"Get on your back." he said gruffly.

The woman looked at him in horror. "No, my Lord! You mustn't!"

"On your back, bitch. I'm going to fuck you now. You'll have your come."

"Please, no!" she whispered, but she did as he said, powerless to resist. He climbed on the bed, his huge cock bobbing in front of him, and he took her ankles in his hands and pushed them up, pushing her knees to her breasts. "Lord, please!" she said again.

His nostrils flared as he looked down at the big head of his phallus almosty dwarfing her little sodden pocket of flesh. He moved back, aiming himself, then he shoved forward.

She threw her head back and shreiked as his cock pushed her sticky petals apart and sunk into her hot darkness, stretching her out like a hand going into a glove. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth opened in a soundless scream as he felt her pussy clutch at him like a living hand, the hot spasms of her convulsive climax, so intense she could not move but vibrated like a plucked string around his thick pole. Her belly heaved and her breasts quaked as she fought for air, and then emitted a great, wild scream, from the bottom of her soul and her wetness flooded over him and she bucked and heaved, almost bouncing off the mattress against him.

She fell back on the bed totally exhausted, unable to move. But he couldn't wait for her to recover. The need to spend was too great to ignore, ans he thrust into her limp body like a wild bull, bruising her poor sex and making her flop around like a rag doll, moaning and beseeching him in words he didn't understand.

But no matter how hard and how deep he fucked her, he could not come. he could not reach that point of supreme pleasure.

"I tried to tell you!" she said weakly. "I tried to warn you. Now you will be as I was. You shall be unable to find relief. Forgive me, Lord, I tried to tell you!"

He didn't believe her. He fucked her brutally, and now she climaxed again and again. He turned her over and took her from behind, he made her ride him, he made her suck him, stroke him with her hair, but he could not come.

His cock was like an iron bar and just as numb. Towards morning he turned her over and worked it into the delicious tightness of her ass, making her scream and come agaian and again until she was near unconsciousness, but no relief did he find.

Morning found him hard and aching, with semen drooling from the head of his enormous cock, his balls aching with the presssure. The woman was passed out next to him, her body covered with bruises, signs of his frustration.

He waited for what would come next.

 

[little_golden]

Lanita of Grata

Lanita was an adventurer and had heard of a bounty to find a missing prince. Normally she didn't do bounty hunting but times were tough and she needed the money. In recent weeks she could no longer finance her small entourage of fighters and had gone off to re-finance her expeditions.

It had been several weeks on horseback on her lovelyblack mare. As she had travelled she had been forced to part with several prized objects - an emerald ring, a favourite sword and a amulet. Each time she had felt cheated when she sold the items. Yet, she needed the money for food, shelter or the care of her horse.

Through the countryside she saw the peasant men eyeing her. She was a stunning beauty on horseback. Tall at 5'10, she was taller than many men but at 125 lbs she was thin and shapely. Her long black hair lay loose down her shoulders and reached to her waist. In battle she'd wear it in a long braid, but given she had no servant at the moment - she wore it loose.

Lanita knew she was pretty and her gentle feminine curves attracted the interests of men and women alike. But for her worn brown leather armor and shield she could have been mistaken for any bar maid or harlot. The proud display of her long sword at her hip and a long bow across her back presented a strange sight - a woman warrior. Hidden in her tall leather boots was a throwing knife - balanced to perfection.

The saddle bag on Midnight (her black mare) was now only half full with a few rations, rope, hair brush, soap, towel, canteen, torches and a change of clothes. She knew at times the flowing white gown could be used to portray her feminine side.

The men who had been in her employment had marvelled that a woman so pretty and perfect could handle weapons so expertly and could kill so easily. Of ocurse they had complained at her being so bossy, bitchy, loud, aggressive, boastful and a bit of a drunk. She had reasoned they simply hated being ordered about by a woman - yet alone an independent woman warrior!

After speaking to a woman on the road she was at last pointed toward to the Emerald Witch's dwelling. A strange sense of foreshadowing fell over her. Her fate lay up above yonder and she kicked her horse's flanks as she galloped to her destiny.

Knocking at the door she called out:

"I have arrived witch - It is I - Lanita of Grata!"

OCC I will be away for the weekend. Please feel free to post me along.......

 

[virgin_rose]

first night

i kept staring at the man that was blindfolded with an emerald scarf. he sits at the edge of the bed all naked and seems to be busy with only one thing. his erect penis, hard and huge, so engorge that i could see the purple veins around it.

"Who are you?"

"i'm Erik. Please help me, please"

"Help? what can i do to help you? are you in some sort of trouble?" whilst i ask him the cause of his distress, his hands kept rubbing and stroking his manhood. i was getting aroused again from watching him trying to getting off. his penis looks inviting and i would really love to taste his cum, to try and swallow all of him. although i had already had multiple orgasm during dinner, my cunt was getting wet again.

"Touch me please, i need to cum so bad but i can't. Please help me cum" did i really hear that right. is he inviting me to his cock. that was just what i was hoping for. i was just about to grab his cock when i remembered the servant's girl warning.

I give you only one word of caution. That which you find on your bed, you may watch, but you must not touch. Understood?

i can't do this. if i do not heed her advise, surely something bad will happen. i should just go to sleep and forget about this. i'm sure he is up to no good. he is seducing me to go against the witch wishes. i should go to sleep, it will help me think of other more important things. the bed looks big enough for the both of us. if i sleep at the other side, he won't be able to bother me.

i don't know how long i lied on the bed, unable to sleep. i would constantly hear Erik's voice begging me to help him. whenever i closed my eyes, i would see the picture of his huge penis, his hands moving up and down constantly but he would never cum. His breathing would become uneven as he gets nearer to ejaculating, but he never would. then, he would call me again to help him, in an almost desperate voice. then i would try to hold back as i felt myself being drawn again to his cock, wanting to taste him, suck him, lick him. i couldn't stand it much longer, his voice was getting into my head. he would continuously say something like:

"Don't you feel sorry for me, i need you. i need your help to cum. only your touch will ever make me cum. your warm tongue around my penis, licking me clean, teasing me then engulfing me into your hot mouth. sucking me hard. while your hands played with my sacs. massaging them, stimulating them. please help me. i wanted to feel you. your tender touch, stroking me to oblivion. don't you want to feel my cock inside your hot wet mouth? don't you want to know what's it like to have my hard erect penis to yourself. to do as you pleases" and this went on and on and on...

my cunt was getting wet just from hearing him talk. and he was right, i wanted him. i wanted to taste him. my clit was already throbbing and begging me to just be touch. but i was afraid if i do so i might be tempted to help him.

i sneak a peek at him. his back was against one of the bedpost and i had a good view of his penis being stroke constantly. i sat up wanting to see better. i felt my mouth drying at the sight before me. his cock was quite huge and long. i wondered why he was kept blindfolded. maybe it was to be kept that way. if i could see his eyes i might be sorry for him and would tempt to help him. but, his cock is so irresistible.

i crawled closer to him. his smooth talk was beginning to get to me. then i went closer and closer. he kept stroking his cock but he never ejaculate. i thought that maybe he was telling the truth and he can't make himself cum. this must have been the work of the emerald witch. maybe to puish him or maybe done just for the spite of it. i felt sorry for him for his helplessness. i thought that i would like to help him so i timidly draw closer to him until my face was just an inch away from his cock. it was glossy and red from being stroke too much. i could smell his man smell whifting into my nostril. it excite me that someone like him would beg for me to touch him. slowly i lick the tip of his shaft. just at the tip at first then i licked again, longer this time. i could her him moan each time i licked him. then i put my hands one at the base of his shaft and another massaging his balls. then i suck the tip of his cock while my other hands stroke his cock. he was already hard so when he finally cum it was without warning. it came so suddenly that i didn't have time to draw back. it lands on my face and in my mouth. i could finally taste him. all of him.

"thank you" he said quietly. then he gestured me to lie down. then we start to kiss. he was a great kisser and his tongue works magic. he kissed my lips, my neck, my breast. then he kissed my flat stomach, he kept kissing me until he gets to my cunt. i was so wet, that if he didn't do something, i would probably wont be able to stand it much longer and would touch myself. it was a big relieved when i felt something wet between my legs. he was licking me and fucking me with his tongue. i didn't know how long did we do it but in between it i must have passed out.

i had the strangest dream ever. the dream was so real that i doubt if it was really a dream. in the dream, Erik was licking me and fucking me with his tongue. and i was sucking his cock. he was so good at what he does. and my pussy was so wet and soaked. i nearly cum so many time from his touch. the word nearly comes to mind because in all the times i was always on the edge of cumming, just as i was about to cum, the feeling would dissappear and will be replace with a feeling of emptiness and frustration. my cunt was so wet and red from being touch too much but i would never have the pleasure of an orgasm.

 

[virgin_rose]

Alexandra

the next morning i woke up with the strangest feeling that i wasn't alone. then the details of last night came rushing back to me and i realized that Erik was still beside me. i could feel his warmth surround me and his hards hugging me making me feel protected and safe. but am i? i am still in the witch's lair and who knows what she have in store for me.

then i recalled the strange dream i had. had it really been just a dream. i couldn't be sure. i sneaked a peak at between my thighs and i saw that it was quite red and sore. does this means that the dream was real? i was still unsure. but, sleepiness was tugging at my eyes and then i fell asleep again.

 

[pneema]

A new day had begun. With her new guests, it should prove to have some new twists. She sent the young man off to rest. She would play with him more tonght.

"Erta, blindfold Alexandra and Breeze and take them to the meeting hall. We have another guest to greet."

Her warding spells had been triggered, alerting her that another was on the way. After Erta left, she sighed and went to her washroom to wash her face. She was a private person. And in the space of two days she'd have three new guests. No matter. It all works out in the end.

Outside a woman was riding up to the door on her black horse.

The Witch was sitting on her throne when Erta arrived with Alexandra and Breeze. Breeze was guided to stand on her right side, while Alexandra guided to stand on her left.

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Erta

Erta chooses Alexandra's room first. She takes the blindfold off the young man, looking at Alexandra a moment before taking the blindfold and slidding if over the man before wrapping it over Alexandra's eyes. Her lips quirk a bit, knowing the scent of sex would fill Alexandra's nostrils while the blindfold was on.

She reaches over, squeezes him and gestures towards the door, giving him time to disappear down the hallway before giulding Alexandra to Breeze's room.

She enters without knocking, she sends the girl to follow Alexandra's young man with a tweak of the nipples, after she takes her blindfold as well.

She smiles at Breeze and slowly licks a finger before sliding it between Alexandra's legs, and up into her. She pulls her finger out and traces the outline of his nose and lips with it before blindfolding him.

She leanes over, wraps her fingers around Breeze and gives a little tug before sliding her hands down his length to go.

"Did you two enjoy your presents?"

Erta takes their hands and guided them down the hallway, the hands reaching out to brush them as they had the night before.

The Witch was already on her throne as Erta arrives with the two. Following the Witch's wishes, she guides Breeze to the right of the throne and Alexandra to the left. Once in place ,she bends down, on her way, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of Breeze before she spreads his legs, closing the ankle shackles in place. She turns and moves to Alexandra, softly blowing between her legs before closing the cold iron around Alexandra's ankles as well.


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The Emerald Witch

Outside, she approached fast on her black mare. Quote a sight in the Witch's mind's eye. Black hair loose and flowing behind her as the black tail of her mare flowed. Every so often, a flash of emerald as the light hit her ring. Too soon she stopped and raised her voice, not knowing who, if anyone, would hear.

"I have arrived witch - It is I - Lanita of Grata!"

The Witch smiled to herself. This one seemed bold, sure of herself.

Lantia no sooner announced herself then everything around her disappeared. There was no sun, no sky, no trees, no grass beneath her feet. It was black as midnight. A single emerald light flared, as if a match had been struck, the flame settled and danced in front of Lanita.

"You have indeed arrived. If you want to gain that which you desire, follow the light. If not, leave now."

Lanita thought for a moment. What kind of silly question was that? She desired the bounty on the Prince. Of course she'd follow the light. Though she'd not be tricked so easily. She knew it would take more then following a silly little light to find the Prince. Best get on with it, then. She nudged her mare to send her forward after the light, but there was nothing between her legs. She made to draw her sword, but felt nothing. Her long bow was gone as well. She reached down for her throwing knives and felt .... naked skin? She stood up, and made to step forward when the blackness was gone and she stood before the Witch. She looked down and saw that she was naked as the two that stood beside the Witch. And all those that writhed on the walls.

The Witch watched Lanita come to terms with her nakedness as she reached over to trail a single fingertip down Breeze's side. The emotions that flickered across the faces of those that visited her was ... amusing. All the more so because they could not hide it.

"Where is my horse, Witch? And my equipment?" - Lanita decided that if the Witch wanted her naked, so be it, she wasn't ashamed of her body. She had no reason to be. She was fit and beautiful. She knew it. So she straightened her shoulders and would have looked the Witch in the eyes if she could find them. Instead, the Witch sat there, hidden beneath emerald silk. Motionless except for one hand sheathed in emerald silk as well, one finger tracing a line down the side of the naked man standing next to her. He seemed to be enjoying it, at least.

"You have no need of your weapons here. Nor your clothes. Your mare is being tended to and will be kept safe and well.

The Witch watched Lanita's face as she stopped playing with Breeze and turned her touch to Alexandra. Ever so lightly sliding her finger up and down her side. Silence prevailed as the Witch waited for Lanita.

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[Arkontheroof]

Mordon Frost

Legends. What use are they?

Legends tell of an Emerald Tower that strokes the clouds. They tell of an Emerald Cave that leads to the heart of the world. They tell of an Emerald Gate inscribed with all the secrets of frail flesh.

But my eyes tell me something different. They show me a barren landscape of granite, carved with ravines and broken with crags. A fine place for a doomed last stand, but not somewhere anyone would choose to live. And now my thighs ache from the walking, my back protests under the weight of the chainmail. The greatsword at my hip is not an easy weapon to drag around these steep paths. There is no-one here. And there is no gate, no cave, and certainly no tower. But Alexandra came here, and the Lord Chancellor commands.

I reach the top of one of many little mounds of stone, and look down on yet another set of narrow gorges. The wind blows across the stone but no birds sing, no crickets chirp, and it is all too silent. I turn round, and before my mind registers what I'm seeing my hands are on the hilt of my sword.

There are two people, a man and a woman. I didn't hear them behind me, but now they're ten yards from me and no more. She is petite, red haired, two firm breasts and a flat stomach, a silver chain about her waist from which drapes a veil of green silk. He is tall, slender and blonde, a green loin-cloth the only garment on his muscular body. I look down at his crotch, and see that his rod is half stirred. I glance across at her and realise that her nipples are already hard. Both of them are breathing hard. A strange ambush.

"What do you want?" I demand to know.

"We are..." he begins.

"...Your entrance." she purrs, her hips swaying.

"Or at least..." he continues.

"... one of us is."

They're unnerving. The man's cock is rising under his loin-cloth, but that is not what unsettles me. She has one brown eye, and one that is quite white, without pupil or iris. He has one blue eye, and the other, similarly, blank.

I draw the sword, and rest the flat of the blade on my shoulder.

"Explain!" I order.

"You must choose..." she begins.

"One of us is the lock..."

"... and through the lock you will enter."

"But the other..."

"... will devour you."

I step up close to them, to the woman first. My left hand stays on the hilt, the right drops to her belly, my fingertip tracing a line from her navel down to her waist. "So one of you is a lock that I must open?" My finger continues down over the fabric, to her mound, where I let it trace out the line of her slit, and she lets out a moan. Then I cross to the man, "Or do I need to learn to use the correct key?" I ask as I let my hand brush over the front of his bulging loin-cloth, but his only answer is to growl gently. "So," I demand, "tell me which is which - which of you is my entrance which will devour me?"

"No..."

"... you must choose."

"Must I? Your mistress, the witch, sends you here, a mindless riddle that I have no clues to solve, a toss-of-a-coin, pick-at-random guessing game that gives me an even chance of being... devoured? I won't play those rules. Tell me how to enter and speak with her, or I will find a solution that she will not like."

They both remained silent.

"Very well." I stepped between them, a single pace further on to gain the distance I needed, and then swung around, power from my legs, hips, shoulders and arms arcing the greatsword through the air to the man's muscular waist. He split open from hip to navel, his spine snapped and red gouts of blood and guts spewed from him like vommit as the force of the blow picked him up and hurled him away like a rag doll.

The woman did not even flinch.

"So, now you see how I will open you up, too, if you don't tell me what I want to know. Would you have devoured me, or would she? How do I enter?"

No word. No trace of fear. Nothing from her.

"Tell me," I tell her as I walk across to check the man's body, "or I will kill you." He had died so suddenly that her eyes had not even closed, and his lifeless face looked up at me with a glazed brown eye, and with a second eye of green - emerald green - which twitched inside the dead skull, and looked me up and down. "The witch is watching, isn't she?" I ask the unanswering woman, "from his head, and yours? Then she knows. I will not play games, and I demand an audience, for I come as ambassador of the Lord Chancellor. If my demand is not granted then I will kill you, too."

I paused. Nothing.

I raise the sword, and step towards the woman. Killing her would achieve nothing, but threats are useless if not followed through.

"Stop!"

I hold my blow, and wheel round to the scruffy woman who now stands at the summit of the crag.

"My demands are met?" I ask.

"You are not worthy to make demands, but my mistress does not wish her creatures killed, and you, ambassador, will be granted entrance...."

 

[pneema]

Erta

Erta slips out of the meeting hall, now that Alexandra and Breeze are in place. The Withc has put it in her head that yet another guest is arriving and must be greeted. So she follows, not knowing which entrance, trusting only the silent tugs of the Witch to guide her.

Long has she served the Witch. So long, that the Witch was all she knows. But the Witch does not train her as the others. No, she is kept seperate. Insdtead of learning to think only of pleasure until all else is driven from the mind, she serves the Witch, guided by mental tugs and thoughts appearing in her head. But this is all she knows and does not question that the others are not guided thusly. She does not even know why the Witch is called Witch, but knows only that it is so.

She opens a door and steps into the bright light of the morning sun. She stands atop a mountain and watches as the second guest is presented with the Witch's riddle. Silently she watches as he guts the poor man. Witch will not like this. The poor man was under her protection and is now dead. No, this will not bode well for the new guest.

The woman stands unafraid as her companion dies beside her. The man raises his sword to her.

"Stop!"

The man lowers his sword and turns to Erta standing alone on the mountain, the rising sun in front of her.

"My demands are met?"

Erta frowns. She knows this man will cause nothing but trouble amongst those serving the Witch. But the Witch wishes him to be greeted, which means, she's already decided. Erta glares at him, her chin jutting up a bit.

"You are not worthy to make demands, but my Mistress does not wish her creatures killed, and you, ambassador, will be granted entrance.

Erta turns and steps back into the doorway. She follows the hallways and stops in front of a closed door, opening a small opening in the door itself. Inside stands the man, naked, and none-to-happy.

"Where are my things? Where is the Witch? Is this how she greets her guests? Open this door, girl!"

Erta stands there, head tilting slightly to one side as he questions her. She is not afraid. She knows the door will hold him there.

"The Witch will come for you when she is ready. But I would not expect her to go easy on you. Your deeds shall not go unpunished.

Erta closes the opening and left him, hearing him yelling at her as she walks away. The Witch knows he is here.

Erta makes her way back to the meeting hall, staying in the hallway. From here she can watches as the Witch greets Lanita.

 

[virgin_rose]

Alexandra Dupuis

as i was blindfolded, i could smell the smell of sex. so strong as if one was in progress right in front of at that moment. making her wished that she could see if that is true. then the servant girl led her to another room. then i felt a finger goes between my legs. smothered itself with my wet cum from last night. when the finger pulls out, i wished so hard that it would go in again.

"Did you two enjoy your presents?"

i heard the servant girl ask and pictures of last night's encounter came back to me.

we were led to another room after that. i could sense the witch's presence in there, being very close to me.

a gust of wind blows between my legs before a cold iron clad my legs making me shudder for a moment. it reminds me of something that happened a long time ago when i was a bit younger.

it reminds me of when i was first seduced by a young man and had nearly had an intercourse with him. but before anything could actually happened he disappear and was never again found. i reminds me of the pleasures that we were about to have together, a peek at what was to happen but then the cold harsh reality steps in. ever since then, i have never had another lover as he.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Breeze

He was ready to pounce on whomever opened the door in the morning. His need and his inability to ejaculate had made him almost mad with wild lust and fury, and if he were denied relief he was quite prepared to kill with his bare hands.

But when the door at last opened, he could barely move. The lust and the need were still there, but his body would not obey his commands. The Witch's servant came in with Alexandra, who was still naked, and as aroused and uncomfortable apparently as he, and also incapacitated. Her breasts were swollen, the nipples stiff and distended, and her turgid sex was visible between her legs, gleaming with moisture.

Erta slid a finger into Alexandra, and smeared her secretions around his nose, so all he could smell was the smell of her secret arousal, and it intoxicated him. His penis still throbbed with pain as if to burst, and semen and lubricant oozed from the tip, falling in long strands which broke before they struck the floor, only to be replaced by fresh fluids.

Erta excorted them into the throne room, his body moving in an unfamiliar way. He was placed on the Witch's right, Alexandra on her left. The witch touched him, sending a terrible shiver of desire through his body. He watched as the Witch greeted another woman, a raven-haired beauty, a proud warrior-woman, who had no more chance against her magic than had he and Alexandra.

He would have warned her had he been able to, but he could not speak of his own volition. All he could do was stand there and watch. On occasion the witch drew her finger down his body, and her touch was exquisite, like the kisses of a woman's soft lips, making him groan and close his eyes as he felt his balls churning out fresh loads of semen, as if he didn't already have enough The excess come flowed like sweet, thick honey from his impoddibly hard cock and wet the floor beneath where he stood, dropping like pearls upon the emerald floor.

 

[Arkontheroof]

Mordon Frost

The young servant concedes and steps back into a crevase between the rocks which I had not seen before, and I follow her. The narrow passage makes several turns and then reaches a doorway - heavily built and with a barred window in it at head hight. I look through the window and see the servant walking, not away from me, but, towards me. Behind her I can see the entrance that I've just walked through, and it's fading.

Damned sorcery!

I reach instinctively for my sword but it's gone. "Where..." then I realise that I'm naked. "Where are my things! Where is the Witch? Is this how she greets her guests? Open this door, girl!"

She looks mockingly at me. How dare she!

"The Witch will come for you when she is ready. But I would not expect her to go easy on you. Your deeds shall not go unpunished."

"Unpunished? You should beware - I come as ambassador of the Lord Chancellor, and am above such treatment, do you hear! Do you hear...?"

But she just walks away, the light fading as she disappears, and now I'm alone, in the dark.

I grope about to learn the dimensions of my cell. I pace four yards from the door to the back wall, and five yards along the length of this concave rear wall. I retrace my steps to the door, pacing six yards this time, and to confirm which measurement is correct I turn from the door and measure the distance to the rear wall again - this time counting just three steps before I hit a convex wall. The cell makes no sense. After a few minutes I know only that it won't let me measure it - it changes.

So, I determine to sleep. But the cell - or the witch, or someone or some thing - won't let me do that either.

I lie down and doze off, but wake to feel something warm and damp brush across my eyebrow. I roll away instinctively. I wait a few minutes. I lie down, but before I'm asleep there is a breath on my palm, and then a licking tongue between my fingers.

Again I leap up, and fumble for the door. I'm determined to get out, and when I find the door I seize the bars of the window and wrench at them - but as I pull back I feel a sharp pain, as if I had stepped back onto some sort of spike. I pull away from the sensation, but the sharp point follows me, pinning me to the door. I feel to each side, but the walls have closed in and are nearly at my shoulders. The cell has me trapped. Walls to either side, my front pressed to the door, a spike or knife of some sort threatening to break the skin at the small of my back. I can't step back, forwards or sideways, and I can't turn.

Then I feel the breathing. At first I think it's air coming under the door, but it's regular, like someone exhaling, and then that warm, wet tongue touches my toes, licking along them, and delving between the big toe and the next along. I consider kicking out, but so far that sort of reaction hasn't helped and I remain, frozen, stationary.

It's as if a face had pushed through the heavy wood of the door, and now it begins to lick up my calf, to my knee, and to my thigh. The tongue is pressing harder now, and I can feel a chin and nose too, with a faint, almost desperate, woman's moaning accompanying the movements. I stand stationary, annoyed that I can't do anything. I determine to catch this woman's head in my hands if she comes high enough, but as if she knew what I planned she moves little above my knee. Warm and teasing, the licking continues, and I'm increasingly keen that she should move higher.

I wait for a few minutes, my irritation mounting, and then I realise that I no longer know why I want her to move up my thighs. Is it so that I can catch her, or... and suddenly the sensation stops. I feel down and there is nothing there but the door. No knife now presses my back, and to my sides the walls have retreated.

So I can't leave, can't sleep, and can't fathom even the dimensions of my cell. There seems precious little that I can do.

 

[little_golden]

Lanita....

OCC.... my apologies for the delay.... I was away and then felt hopelessly behind but was encouraged upon find the OCC post

IC

"I have arrived witch - It is I - Lanita of Grata!" called out Lanita nervously.

Girta felt bitter as she arrived at the steps to the Emerald Witch. She had heard rumors of a price to be paid but knew not what it was. In truth she owned very little. But was she prepared to offer service in exchange for knowing the truth of what had befallen the prince for whom she searched. If it was money the witch wanted - well she would sell her horse, armor and weapons.

As the door opened Lanita naturally tried to peer curiously inside.
The witch probably already knew why Lanita was there. This disturbed Lanita greatly for she was used to dealing with cold steal and warm hearts. A woman who could read minds and dreams had a very strong weapon indeed. No wonder so many people sought out her talents and were willing to pay the elusive yet secretive price.

Suddenly, her eyes deceived her for everything appeared to vanish in thin air.

"What magic is this!" cursed Lanita. At that moment the blackness cleared and an emerald light danced before her eyes. She felt confused and unsure of herself.

A voice seemed to speak from nowhere, yet, it surrounded her everywhere:

"You have indeed arrived. If you want to gain that which you desire, follow the light. If not, leave now."

"I have come a long way" yelled out Lanita. It was a strong voice she used but it did little to stop her rising fear. She was not one to like magic or the occult since it had an unsettling effect on her. As she moved to nudge her horse forward she was stunned to realize that her mare was gone, along with her sword, bow, throwing knife and garments.

"oooooooo" she blurted out as she realized she was naked before the witch and two others. Now she felt vulnerable before the witch. Somehow she felt the witch could see into her very soul. It chilled her to the bone. Yet, Lanita was confident in beauty and femninity. One day she would marry her own lord and have children too, but that day was a long way off.

Looking around the chamber, she saw human figures locked in fornication like lustful animals. It was disturbing to her senses.....

"Where is my horse, Witch? And my equipment?" - Lanita decided that if the Witch wanted her naked, so be it, she wasn't ashamed of her body. She had no reason to be. She was fit and beautiful. She knew it. So she straightened her shoulders and would have looked the Witch in the eyes if she could find them.

Instead, the Witch sat there, hidden beneath emerald silk. Motionless except for one hand sheathed in emerald silk as well, one finger tracing a line down the side of the naked man standing next to her. He seemed to be enjoying it, at least.

"You have no need of your weapons here. Nor your clothes. Your mare is being tended to and will be kept safe and well" the witch spoke.

"But...but" Lanita started to protest. Without weapons she was helpless. Men could overpower her and use her... It was disturbing for a female warrior to feel so vulnerable.

Lanita was surprised to see the two others standing before the witch. Quietly she thinks to herself....Why are they here? Are our fates locked together? Are we in danger? Will she answer my question? What is the price? What sort of magic is this place? Is she evil?

 

[pneema]

The Emerald Witch smiled to herself, pinching Alexandra's hip lightly before moving her hand to rest on her throne.

"Tell me, Lanita of Granta, do you enjoy my decorations?"

A body detached itself from the wall and walked up to Lanita. A young lady, stood meekly for a moment, light brown hair falling around her shoulders. The moment passed and the young lady moved behind Lanita and began to massage her. Slowly, she rubbed, smoothed her hands over Lanita's shoulders and back. Slowly the hands slid around to the front, the lady stepping forward to press slightly against Lanita's back. The young lady's hands slid slowly up under Lanita's breasts to circle them with a teasing, feather light touch, and then down over her stomach, to her hips, a gentle squeeze and around front and to play in the light sprinkling of hair.

A whisper against Lanita's ear, heard only by her - "What is it you desire, Lanita of Granta? And are you willing to pay my price?" - one of the massager's hands slids forward to quickly flick across her before sliding back to play with the hair again.

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Erta

Erta pauses down in the hallway, sitting cross-legged. She watches Lanita's massage, carefully noting who came off the wall to massage the warrior woman. After seeing Lanita reacting to the teasing touch of the lady, Erta turns and heads to the Witch's chambers. There she gathers what cleaning items she needs and sets to work polishing and cleaning the large mirror that makes up half of one wall.

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The Emerald Witch

The Witch watched the lady playing with Lanita, a low groan escaping Breeze. Two more female figures detach themselves from the wall and crawl up to the platform the throne sits on, one crawling up to around around Breeze, the other up and around Alexandra. Their movements in synch, the women reach between the spread legs of the two ...

 

[little_golden]

Lanita Memorized

Lanita watched tempoarily memorized by the walls and the events unfolding. It seemed off to watch the Emerald Witch pinching another woman's hip before shifting her hand and resting it on her beautiful throne.

Listenly carefully, the wicth spoke:
"Tell me, Lanita of Granta, do you enjoy my decorations?"

Lanita was tempted to lie. The walls made her shiver. They were dark and the figures seemed too real for her liking. But the witch know she figured and she didn't want to insult her....

"Ah... it's ...it's very different" Lanita mumbled.

Then to her absolutely shock, a body seemed to float from the wall and appeared next to her. Instinctively she reached for her sword but it was gone and mentally she cursed this fact.

Lanita felt unnerved by the woman with light brown hair was now standing next to her.

"Magic!" she whispered without thinking and took a step backwards as if the woman's touch would melt her instantly.

Then the woman's hands touched her shoulders and began to massage her. The hands were soft and warm. The touch had a relaxing and soothing effect on her. Was it magic or the wonderful touch of another woman? She tried to think by the warm touch had a way of clouding her mind.

Normally, Lanita would have protested, but now the light brown haired woman seemed all too real and those soft hands now had slid to her front. A tingle went through her body as the woman seemed to press her own front into her back. Lanita was sure she could feel the woman's nipples pressing into the soft sensitive skin of her back.

The warm soft hands were now freely travelling across Lanita's body. It was a teasing sensation and she moaned in response to the arousal that was pulsating across her nipples and through her body. Goose bumps covered her arms. The woman's teasing near her clit caused her to shiver momentarily. Lanita blushed for she expected that others, including the witch would be watching and maybe laughing or judging her.

In her confusion, she was certain a voice had spoken:

"What is it you desire, Lanita of Granta? And are you willing to pay my price?"

Before Lanita she moaned again as the woman's hands again took liberties with her.

"MMMMM, ...yes... I want to know where is the prince..... and yes I will pay the price... what is the price for the answer to my question?" blurted out Lanita as she tried to clear her mind. Now she felt horny and confused..... What type of game was this woman playing with her she thought.

She turned behind her to look at the woman with the light brown hair.... As she turned she was certain that she saw a servant girl polishing a large mirror. Now she immediately froze as she saw the mirror. Lanita suspected it was magical..... It worried her now.
Was her soul doomed?

 

[virgin_rose]

as i stood beside the emerald witch, i could feel that i am helpless. my body was totally under controlled of the witch as i was not able to moved it as i wished. i could see clearly what was happening when another lady entered the room. i could almost feel sorry for her for i was certain that her fate would be the same as mine. i wanted to warned her but again my lips remain shut and unwilling to obey whatever i wished it to do.

then suddenly two women figures from the walls came to live and start walking toward us. one of them kneel before me and another in front of Breeze.

i could alreay guessed what was to happen next and my guess was right as i felt the familiar feelings of something wet sliding between my thigh. slow yet sensual. almost teasing as if clearly wanting me to experience every moment of it. i almost wished that the woman's tongue would slide longer and deeper into me. wanting it to go to the deepest possible point. wanting to feel the lips together with her tongue working magic at my own lips. sucking it hard until oblivion befell me.

but it seems to want me to be patient. not being in a hurry itself. as if it has a lifetime to please me, a lifetime to tease me.

 

[pneema]

The woman behind Lanita stopped her ministrations and walks around to face Lanita.

"Come, follow me, Lanita of Grata. Your room is this way."

The woman led Lanita towards the wall, just as it seemed she would run into the writhing bodies to merge with them again, they parted to reveal a hallway. As the woman led Lanita to her room, hands emerged from the hallway walls, reaching to stroke and tease. Soon the woman stopped, the hands parted to let them both pass and then closed again behind them, leaving a solid wooden door.

"My desire is to stay with you here, Lanita of Grata. To see to your comfort this night." She smiled gently, understanding Lanita's worries and concerns. "Do not worry, Lanita. You are safe here. The Witch does not harm us, unless we wish it." With that, she moved to Lanita and contiued the massage she'd started earlier.

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Erta

Erta finshes with the mirror and meticulously puts her cleaning tools away. She heads down one of the hand-lined hallways to another door, only to emrge moments later with the young man the Witch had teased the night before. Slowly she leads him to the Witch's room, letting the hands do what they wish with him. Once she has him in the Witch's room, she blindfolds him and guides him to a chair to sit and wait.

She returns to the meeting chamber, to unlock Alexandra and Breeze. She blindfolds them again and guides them up a winding staircase and to another room. as she opens the door, the Witch is already sitting there, waiting.

Erta guides first Alexandra, then Breeze to a modified table where she gently lays them down, spreading their arms and then their legs, her wrists and ankles held in iron shackles. For now, they were to remain blindfolded.

As the Witch begins, she leaves them and returns to the Witch's chamber, to whisper into the young man's ear all that happens in the little room with the Witch, every so often, whispering the antics of the two women.

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The Emerald Witch

Almost immediatly after Erta had Alexandra and Breeze in place, a vibrating began between Alexandra's legs, moving around slightly, never quite touching her clit. A whisper curled around them both ...

"Tonight I want you to cum. Can you cum for me now, Princess?"

 

[little_golden]

Lanita Being Led To Her Room

Lanita almost pouted as the little woman with the short brown hair stopped playing with her body and moved around to face her.

She spoke softly with a husky feminine voice that tantalized Lanita:

"Come, follow me, Lanita of Grata. Your room is this way."

Lanita wanted to speak but couldn't. This lovely creature had charmed her being and now she helplessly was led by this lovely delightful creature towards a wall of writhing bodies all interwined and reaching out menacingly.

"I am doomed" Lanita thought to herself as her body seemed to float behind the magical creation of the witch.

She must be magical. The witch has charmed me. But for what purpose. I told her I would pay the price, yet, she didn't tell me the price. I search for the prince, yet, I am no closer....

Lanita knew her body was stoked for love and passion. She hadn't felt this way since one of her ennemies had bested her in a sword fight and she had been forced to give herself to him in exchange for her life. They had been powerful physical forces within her as he made her submit while his comrades enjoyed the spectacle.

Lanita was about to cry out as the light brown haired creature walked them into a all of the twisting figures, yet, magically they had parted at the last second. Now they walked in a hallway, with a hard stone floor. But the hands and figures still lurked in the shadows. Every few steps she could feel the unknown hands touching her and groping at ther private areas. It heightened her senses further and now she wanted a physical release. Lanita needed a physical release to drive away the lustful feelings and the need to be taken.

Am I being led to a dungeon? Am I to be tortured? Is this the end? pondered Lanita as she helplessly followed along. Her legs kept following the creature - she had no will to stop them.

Suddenly a solid door materialized before them. It was oak and banded with metal strips for reinforcement. The hands were around the door and trying to pull them her way.

Is it a cell? Lanita asked herself mentally.

Then the creature spoke in her soothing and reasurring voice:

"My desire is to stay with you here, Lanita of Grata. To see to your comfort this night. Do not worry, Lanita. You are safe here. The Witch does not harm us, unless we wish it."

The woman seemed genuine in her promise of safety and as her hands began to massage her again, she felt a renewed lust for the young woman.

Seeing a big four posted bed, Lanita lay down on it and gently open her legs with a seductive grin of her own as she invited the other woman forward.

"Come" Lanita now spoke, surprised to hear herself make such an invitation.

 

[pneema]

The Witch sat and watched Alexandra squirming and writhing. The moaning and cries that came from the young woman were like music to her. From time to time, she would turn up the intensity on the vibrations, to watch Alexandra's reaction.

She had not forgotten Breeze laying on the second table, and she turned her attention to him now. Still blindfolded, he soon felt the feather-light touch of what could be fingers stroking him, teasing between his thighs, nails scratching lightly across his sac. Each stroke slow, each touch barely there.

A whisper curled softly around Breeze - "And you, Strong Adventurer. Are you willing to surrender?"

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Erta

Erta continues to whisper to the bound and blindfolded man beside her. He strains toward her, she reachs behind him and pinches him. Sometimes she pinched the same place, sometimes different. Every so often, as she gets a particularly sore spot, he cries out, unable to hold it back.

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Serina

"Come."

The warrior woman Lanita lay back on the bed and smiled at me as she urged me to join her on the bed. I was hers for the night. My only desire was to please her, to bring her pleasure. I crouch on the bed at her feet and lean down. Gently, lovingly I kiss each toe and stroke her feet. I slowly work my way up the strong legs that are spread open for me.

As I slide between her legs, I can feel them wrap around me, pulling me in closer to the warmth. I could see the moisture and went to lick. Her legs squeeze me in to pull me closer. Her fingers slide through my hair to pull me in. Losing all conscience thought, I become, quite simpl, her pleasure. Nibbling, licking, until she's thrusting and begging for more. When she could stand it no more, I slid my tongue inside her and begin to move it in and out as it grows and thickens. As she cums, the penis inside my mouth cums as well, and I swallow it all and coninue with the blowjob and continue thrusting it into her.

 

[virgin_rose]

Alexandra Dupuis

i was still blindfolded when i was again led into another room. someone guides me to lie down on a flat surface and then my hands and legs are again bounded so that they were spread out.

Tonight I want you to cum. Can you cum for me now, Princess?

I knew then that the witch was in the room too. Probably watching me through this humiliation. I wondered what she have in store for me. Almost immediately i found the answer as something soft and light caress my thigh. then, something wet licked me. i understood then what she meant when she asked me if i would cum for her. the thoughts that she would be able to controlled me and made me one of her slave made me determine to do the otherwise.

The licks had seem to be more intensed and i was beginning to feel the now familiar feelings. the feeling of something running down from my crotch. the feelings of wetness. i tried to focus my thought to something else but the soft licks between my legs was so good. i tried to arched my body to let it access my hot spot easier. it confused me when it refused and continue teasing me but never going near my aching clit. i knew it then that this is another of the witch's game. she wanted me to suffer and become willing before she let me get my relieve.

i tried to struggle from the schackle that binds me. i wanted to get nearer to the creature that was giving me such pleasure but would not satisfy my needs. the wetness that was beginning to worsen makes me feel more desperate. i could feel a tear in my eyes as the licks continue make me more vulnerable and wanting. i was unfocused and the only thing on my mind was about getting more pleasure than what was given to me.