Britwitch's Cottage

[marauder13]

I gaze off into space for a moment, before frowning.

I am sorry, Brit, but I have to go. It is getting late, and one of my lads is not sleeping well from the sound of it. I was hoping to stay a little longer, but at least I will not be leaving you abandoned.

I turn to Erlind. I hope that all continues to go well for you, good sir. Hopefully, our paths will cross again more sooner than later.

I take the cup back to the sink, giving it a quick clean before heading to the door.

Brit, please stay there. I can show myself out, and I would not want to deprive your other guest of your company.

I put on the cloak, readying myself for the weather outside. I give one last parting wave and slip out the door, closing it behind me.

 

[Britwitch]

That's a shame but I'm sure I will see you again before long...take care...

I wave off Marauder before returning my attention to Erlind and his curious question

Truth be known...I don't know...

I blush shyly

I don't think I have more charm or ability in that area than other women

 

[Erlind]

“Thank you and I'm sure we'll run into each other again, Maruader,” I tell him as he leaves regretfully early.

I look back quizzically at Britwitch. “Are you sure?” I ask her taking another sip of my tea, “I thought I felt something ...” I trail off not sure what I mean or how to explain it. Unconsciously I slide just a little bit closer to her on the couch before speaking again.

“Anything I can think of to explain it sounds cheesy and falls short of what I mean. As an example, are you sure you haven't cast some spell on me?” I smile fully aware of how cheesy it must sound even with an admittance.

 

[Britwitch]

I have to laugh, but it is one of embarassment rather than something crueller

Very cheesy...

I compose myself before meeting his eyes through my long lashes

...but if I have done so, I haven't done it knowingly. Can I ask what makes you think you've been bewitched...?

 

[Erlind]

I turn my head away from her just for a moment out of embarrassment when she laughs, but quickly go back to facing her, a smile still there.

“If I had to say its because I came in for rhubarb and a warm place to be social, but my mind keeps going to other things. My eyes can't help, but take in your beautiful curves and my ears seem to crave your next words.” My words started unsure, but grew steadier if softer. I train my eyes on hers and scoot just a little closer again.

“It felt like I must have been bewitched.” I feel embarrassed about all the words that just fell from my mouth, but I don't look away.

 

[Britwitch]

I find myself closer, crossing what little distance remains between us. Wetting my lips and never taking my blue eyes from his. My cheeks a little pinker from his compliments and my voice, when I speak, is quieter and huskier than it had been before.

Well...I can't say for certain if you are bewitched without further investigation...

My face is so close now to his that I can feel his breath upon my skin

...if you were bewitched, you would find yourself acting in a way that was beyond your control, out of your usual manner of behaving...if I were to invite you enjoy my curves as you have enjoyed my baking what would be your reply...?

I quirk a delicate eyebrow, my question is slightly teasing but my tone is nothing but serious

...after all, I have sated your hunger, but as your hostess I would hope to satisfy any and all appetites you might have...

 

[Erlind]

I take a sudden deep breath as you ask you question. I reach out and run my hand along your side, barely touch you as if it might burn if I bring my hand too close.

“I'd have to say yes,” I tell her as my hand continues down to your leg where it finally rests. I lean in until my lips almost touch your ear and whisper.

“I don't think I could say anything else.”

 

[Britwitch]

I fight the urge to fidget at his featherlight touch, my teeth catching on my lower lip as his hand comes to rest upon my thigh, his breath warm against my ear. I lift my own hand to rest upon his shoulder, my own lips near his ear.

But do you think you would say that to anyone right now or just to me...?

I trail my hand across his shoulder and slowly pass it down his chest

If you were bewitched it would be the spell commanding your actions...does the desire come from inside you or from some magick in the air...

My fingers reach his stomach and trail back and forth across his waist

What do you think? Are your desires your own or just a passing illusion? Only you can know what you truly want...

I pull back to meet his eyes once more with a knowing smile

...but if you want me...I am yours...

 

[Erlind]

“Just you ... I don't know ... they can't be an illusion, they aren't passing.” The answers are breathed back to her as the questions come to me. My heart is racing, but I stop myself from doing anything yet. We stay there, so close, and I stare into her beautiful eyes as I delve into my own mind wanting to be certain of myself.

Then suddenly as if I'd just woken from a trance, I pull her close to me and there is a long passionate kiss. My hands run over her body trying to take in as much of her as I can. I pull away, but only to shed my shirt and then my hands return to her body again.

“If it is a spell, I don't want it to be. I want this.”

 

[Britwitch]

Hiss kiss catches me a little by surprise, for a moment or two I thought flirtatious conversation would be the limit of our encounter but he very effectively proved me wrong.

I return his kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck and my back arching to press my chest against his.

As he pauses to remove his shirt, I shrug off my shawl, leaving me in my dress as our hands resume their explorations. His skin warm and smooth under my hands.

Be assured I have cast no spell...

I assure before leaning over to capture his lips with mine. Suckling on his lower lip for a moment, one hand rising to curl into his hair

...your desires are your own...

My other hand trails back down his, now exposed, chest to rest upon his waist

I whisper in between kisses

 

[Erlind]

A soft pleasurable groan leaves me as she sucks on my lip. I love the touch of her hands on my bare skin and cock is growing stiff in my pants. It slowly begins to form a clear outline against the fabric. My hands aren't satisfied with feeling her through the dress and want more. I pull the bottom of the dress up, blindly, as I'm still lost in another kiss. Then one hand finds the soft skin of your leg and begins to travel up your thigh pushing beneath the dress.

 

[Britwitch]

A groan of my own leaves my lips as his hand glides along my thigh. In between kisses I reach to untie the top of my dress. Straps sliding down my arms as I let the fabric fall to rest around my waist, leaving me as bare chested as he.
My hands return to his body, one resting around his shoulder and neck the other falling back to his waist, fingers stroking his stomach and sides.

 

[Erlind]

I slowly break off from another kiss with her. Then I kiss her again, this time just on her cheek. Another kiss at the top of her neck. My hand moves further up her thigh until I reach her panties. Instead of trying to remove them or push them to the side I simply rub against the fabric. My lips continue a trail of kisses down her neck then to her chest. I plant kisses on both of her breasts, taking my time while I my hand continues to tease between her legs. Eventually my lips wrap around one of her nipples and begins to suck.

 

[Britwitch]

His kisses make me squirm in delight, my fingers curling tighter into his hair as his lips travel lower. A whimper as his fingers rub between my thighs, my hips rocking subtly against his hand. Then a gasp as his lips find my nipple, my back arching to present the hardening nub to his mouth.

 

[Erlind]

My lips leave her nipple and I look up at her.

“I thought I was the one bewitched. Desperate,” I say taunting her playfully before moving on to her other nipple. I suck at it until it begins to harden between my lips and then I take it gently between my teeth. I pull lightly at it before going back to simply sucking.

Meanwhile, my fingers finally curl around the edge of the fabric to pull your panties away. I break all contact with your skin and go to my knees on the ground to finish pulling your panties down to the ground. Lust is clear in my eyes as I stare up at you. “Is there anything my hostess needs. Anything this beautiful witch wants?”

 

[Britwitch]

“I thought I was the one bewitched. Desperate,”
I smile mischievously as he teases me before a soft moan leaves my mouth as his mouth finds my other nipple. A gently whimper as you pull with you teeth, making my eyes widen for a moment.

The whimper becomes one of disappointment as you pull away but it comes to a swift end as you kneel between my spread thighs.
“Is there anything my hostess needs. Anything this beautiful witch wants?”

I lean forward, my hair falling down around us as my lips find yours in a deep, hungry kiss before whispering my reply

You...I just want you...

 

[Erlind]

“I think its clear you have me,” I tease her. One hand runs through her hair before the other finds her chest between her breasts and pushes her back against the couch. My hands then slide down her body until they find her hips. I lean in, down between those lovely legs and my tongue slides out and moves slowly up her sweet slit. I lick my lips savoring the small taste of her I've just taken.

“... you have me.” The words slip out, barely audible. Then I return to licking her. My hands still on her hips keep the witch in place, so I can reach everything I want. I soon find her clit and begin focusing my attention on it. I love the feel of this beautiful witch writhing under my attention.

 

[Britwitch]

“I think its clear you have me,”

I lay back obediently. My hands falling, one upon your head, the other upon the cushions strewn across the couch. Fingers curling into it as my hips jerk up against your tongue, a whine as your hands hold fast and stop me from moving.

“... you have me.”

As your tongue continues it's delicious exploration the hand in your hair begins to massage your scalp. My other hand tightening it's grip on the cushion. My thighs tremble as your tongue teases my clit, drawing fresh sounds from my lips and attempting writhings from my hips.

Oh...oh my...

I murmur softly, eyes flickering closed for a moment or two as my clit throbs beneath your tongue.

 

[Erlind]

One hand soon leaves her hip to slide two fingers into the dripping hot pussy. I suck on your clit, occasionally nipping at it with my teeth. My fingers pump into you with growing speed and are quickly soaked in your juices. The few fragmented words whet my appetite and leave me wanting more.

My tongue comes away as my other hand finds its way back to her breast. “I want to hear you,” I tell her desperately and I twist at her nipple as I dive back down to continue sucking and teasing her clit. I'm trying to draw as much out of this woman as I can.

 

[Britwitch]

I cry out as he slips his fingers inside me. My tight canal clutching and trying to draw them deeper inside.

“I want to hear you,”

A yelp as he twists my nipple, the action sending a pulse of pleasure through my body and concentrating on my sex.

Ooooh, god...god, that feels so good...that...that feels amazing...don't stop...please...please don't stop...

My body sinking back into the couch as I writhe more and more, within moments I'm almost lying down completely. My hips spread lewdly and rising and falling as much as possible against his fingers and mouth. Increasingly powerful waves of pleasure washing over me, threatening to overwhelm me as he expertly plays with my pussy.

 

[Erlind]

My cock throbs in my pants and my body begs me for some relief, but this needs to happen first. I need to push her over that edge and make this witch cum. Her pleading voice is sweet music to me and fuels me.

“Cum for me,” I urge her, the words coming between lashes of my tongue, “Scream out in pleasure for me.”

My voice is hungry and in some ways I need it as much as she does. My tongue and fingers act furiously doing everything I can to force that moment of pleasure out of her.

 

[Britwitch]

“Cum for me...Scream out in pleasure for me.”

I am powerless to obey and within moments of your order my body does as instructed. In a blur of groans and whimpers of his name I cum. My hips undulating under his mouth. The small room filled with the sound and scent of my climax. The hand in his hair tightens, more from a need to hold onto something than in an attempt to draw him closer. I feel my sex flood his mouth with my pleasure and as the waves lessen and the room comes back into focus I'm left with a hazy smile on my breathless face.

 

[Erlind]

I drink her in, eagerly lapping up what leaks from her. Her grip forces me closer, it hurts, but I still love the sensation. I don't stop until its clear the orgasm is fading. I rise and look down at her with a sinful smile on my face. I know you're recovering, but I'm eager for more.

With my clean hand I tug at my belt and then undo the button and zipper. I pull off my jeans along with my underwear and step out of them. My thick erect cock leaks precum from its tip.

“I'm glad I could help exhaust you, but I hope you still want more.” I place the tips of the two fingers still soaked in your juices on her lips. “Don't you think we can still do more?”

 

[Britwitch]

“I'm glad I could help exhaust you, but I hope you still want more.”

I suck his fingers readily into my mouth, tasting myself as my tongue strokes his digits, drawing them ever deeper between my lips, my eyes watching his throughout

“Don't you think we can still do more?”

Mmmmm, I'm sure we can...

My voice is breathy and more than a little husky in tone, my chest rising and falling as I try to regain control over my breathing

...I'm sure there is still a great deal we can do...

 

[Britwitch]

The woods are beautiful.

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Fresh, white snow covers every branch, carpeting the ground with a glittering covering. Everywhere is still and silent. Gorgeous.
Candles dance in the windows of the cottage, the lantern on the porch flickering almost as merrily as the fire inside.

I've been baking joulutorttu all morning, sweet Christmas pastries that I always feel the need to make as soon as we have snow. Light puff pastry with a sweet, rich plum jam in the centre, dusted with icing sugar.

http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w62/Britwitch/joulutorttu.jpg​

There is icing sugar everywhere, all over my table top and even on my cheeks and the tip of my nose!