Britwitch's Cottage

[Britwitch]

There is a blizzard in the woods today. A bitterly cold wind is whipping through the trees, bringing with it large white flakes that are quickly gathering on the ground and drifting.

The fire inside the cottage is burning brightly and seems even warmer given the wintery howling coming outside the windows. The lantern on the porch is swinging in the wind.

I don't expect anyone will be out walking today but my door is always open should someone need shelter from the freezing weather.
In my mug today is hot chocolate, rich and creamy and perfect for sipping whilst watching the world turn white outside.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small wolf comes tip toe through winter storm. Black and silver and white. Fur ruffled by the wind. Stops upon seeing a cottage, the scent of someone met in passing wafting out into the cold fluff. A moments thought, a slight blurring of reality and a small brown skinned woman stands where once wolf sat.

Feet carry this one to the porch and a hesitant knock, announces her presence. The voice doesn't fit. Dark alto, deeper than the visage would grant...

"H'llo...anyone home??"

 

[Britwitch]

A quiet knock and a voice almost completely drowned out by the wind.
I put down my mug and pad over to the door. Opening it, white flakes dance through the doorway to land and melt on the warm tiled floor.
Hello...?

My eyes fall on a face I recognise and a warm smile curves my mouth

Come in, come in...it's bitter out there...

I usher my visitor inside, closing the door behind her against the wind and snow

You must be freezing, do come and sit by the fire...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A bright smile, eyes glittering in the warmth of the room.

Tis cold out here...thanks.

My eyes roam; taking in the fire, the comfort, the relaxing atmosphere. Finally, they land on the Witchling. She looks warm and comfortable. A slight inhale. She smells of cocoa and cinnamon. Wonder if she is willing to share?

Nice place you have.

Feet pad forward, drawing me toward crackling flames.

How are things in your part of the world?

 

[Britwitch]

I watch her as she looks around, noting the inner strength that seems to radiate from her, smiling as her eyes find me again

Thanks, I like it...
Can I get you something to help warm up...? Kettle's not long since boiled and I make a devilishly good hot chocolate...even if I say so myself...

A wink and a grin as I toss another couple of logs onto the flames to keep it burning brightly and to defrost my visitor

Things in my part of the world are good, had a busy day yesterday but then a day of doing precious little today follows so I can't complain...how's things with you? What brought you into the woods today...?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She mentions chocolate. I hear her but I am struck by her sweetness and classy little wink. I think I would like to...no. A slight head shake and flop down onto a near by chair, tucking my feet beneath my bum. I wonder if she noticed I have no shoes??

Chocolate? Warm, rich, good and creamy?? Oh yessss. Please.

As for what brought me to your neck of the woods?

A silence as I glance down and note the apparent lack of any REAL clothing. Dammit. Changing would be easier if wolves carried knap sacks.

I am at work until 7 in the morning. Tis almost 5 am now...only a few more hours to go. So I was reading through some threads and noticed your light...glittering through the white puffy stuff and decided to stop by...

A murmur...

I really should magic up some proper clothing...

 

[Britwitch]

With a small nod I start to make up her chocolate, full milk, rich dark cocoa, just enough sugar...trying not to stare too openly at her strange state of undress for one walking out in the woods...while I wait for the milky concoction to heat up I cross to the couch and pick up my shawl. A simply huge, incredibly soft, triangular piece of fabric and, returning to her side, I drape it carefully around her shoulders...

I wouldn't want you to catch a chill, and I have clothes upstairs if you want to borrow something...I think we're about the same height...

I smile before returning to the milk, just before it burns, and pouring the thick, brown liquid into a large mug

Here you go...and I'm glad you stopped by, I've been hoping for a chance to get to know you better...

I take the seat beside her and adopt a similar position

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

OOOO...the scent is pure magic. Blowing gently on the sinful brew, I taste it and sigh. She was nice enough to give me her shawl. And I wonder if she knows that she smells like fresh air and cinnamon, evergreen and bit of salty musk. I want to lean in. 'Make control your watch word, wolf!'

Tis funny, Witchling. I have been thinking the same thing. I love the way you express yourself through your writing. You are very good.

Another sip, a soft little moan. Eyes fly open to focus on her face.

Thank you for the offer of clothing...am a bit of a shrimp. And I never think about clothing when I am out and about. Only when I am not in my own places does the thought of NO clothing cross my mind.

A wide grin...

So please tell me more about you. Real world things, Lit world things...whatever. I will tell you more of me when ever you say.

A wink of one wide brown eye, a hand tugging the shaw up to cover my upper bits a touch better...much easier when one has teats instead of tits...

 

[Britwitch]

A smile to know you like what I've made, a soft blush at your compliment about my writing and a light giggle at my name

Witchling...I like that...
Well, I don't know where to start really...erm...there's not much to tell...

My teeth catch on my lower lip for a second as I unconsciously lean closer

In the real world, I'm a Mum...a fairly new one too but loving every day of it so far, even the tough days we had at the start when our little one was in the hospital. Living my life in the currently wintery acrtic north...

Lit world things...hmmm...well, I'd been away from Lit for such a long time that I wasn't sure about returning but I'd missed writing so much...and a lot of the friend's I'd made here...
Luckily a lot of them remained and now I get to make new ones too...

My blue eyes look into yours for a moment, another smile as I reach out to pull up the shawl which was in danger of slipping off your shoulder, sitting back I sigh

What about you...? You don't have to share anything you don't want to...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A mum? How awesome! The idea of this witchling being a mommy makes me smile. My mind catches on her words concerning lit...yeah I know the feeling there too. Taking another sip of warm decadence, I debate telling her about me...finally decide what the heck and lean in...close enough to almost invade her space. A deep inhale, fixing her sweet scent and then I speak, low voiced, husky...quiet. Her blush is seductive and sweet...bet she doesn't know that.

Real world stuff of import? I am a mother of three teens...my eldest will be 20 this month. I am actively queer, actively proud (though most would consider me bisexed, I guess~ as I don't cut a person off because of their sexual organs.) I am deeply involved in neo paganism (wolf is my totem) and have been for damn near...counts on my fingers, eyes roll back as I think 14 years. Am also involved in the small BDSM community within my neighborhood, both as a Top and mentor. Have been involved in every aspect for more silence almost 18 years. I have a baby mama (Trinique_Fire) who will be rejoining my kidlets and I with our shared daughter, fairly soon.

Lit things? I love to write. I love to write with people who get that story is not sex, nor should it be. I love to learn to be a better writer by working with people who write much better than I do. I have been here and there and everywhere but somehow I always come back to this place with these certain folks that enrich my day by simply existing.

A small grin, eyes glowing from firelight and your presence...

There...I think I have covered just about everything...so how old is your baby? Do you love the snow? Where do you get your ideas for the characters you build?

 

[Britwitch]

I can't be sure but I think I gasped as you leant closer but almost one of excitement rather than worry or shock. I listen carefully as you talk, thinking how you don't look old enough to have children as grown up as that but to say so out loud will sound ridiculously clichéd. It seems we share a common involvement in pagan ways, although our paths are somewhat different. I love that you know yourself so well, a relatively rare thing these days.

I love writing with the people here, so so much, and chose my partners for the same reason as you...to improve my own skills by working with those more so than I...

Then a bright smile as I turn my attention to your questions

My daughter turned 5 months old last week and is my everything, my world. I didn't realise I could love something or someone so much until I met her!

I l-o-v-e the snow, and have the good fortune to live somewhere where we're almost certainly guaranteed a good covering of the white stuff from about now until at least April. Then it melts away in May and we have the nightless-night of the arctic summer with no darkness and, with any luck, lots of glorious sunshine for a few months.

My characters...I think, it might sound stupid but, some of them are definitely facets of myself that I want to explore. Some, like the madly marvellous Marisa just leap out of my imagination at me, demanding to be written about and they don't keep quiet until I do!

A glance at your mug

How's the hot chocolate going? I can make you another if you'd like...or do let me know if there's something else you fancy...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wide grin as I finish the last of my chocolate...giving proper thought to your answers.

Oh Gods, it has been utterly forever since I have had a small one around. My shared youngest is two and her mommy had to take her away until just recently so I couldn't be around.

I still remember the smell of baby skin...like powder and milk and love and warmth...

And figures you would be one of those...a slight sniff... I am a sun worshipper. No idea how that is possible as my ethnicity seems to be made up of a bunch of really cold peoples (German, Russian, Irish, English all on my mum's side...my father's? Only French but my awesome coloration comes from the Black and blackfoot Indian...)another smile I do love to ski though...and go tubing!!

And I don't think that is stupid at all. Most of my characters, the one's I really love and invest in, are all aspects of me. They react in ways that I wish I could or they find themselves in situations that I would never allow in the real world. The control freak in me just wouldn't allow it!!

My eyes focus on your mouth...finally. You have given me an opening. Figures you would grant this gift when I have to go back to work and finish my night.

I need no more chocolate but....how about a kiss? Just a small one. Something to hasten my last hour?

 

[Britwitch]

Who could refuse such a request...

A shy smile before I lean to close the distance between us, pressing my lips against yours. My palm raising to rest upon your face, thumb stroking your cheek as I kiss you softly. Slightly tentative, but genuine. Tasting a delicious, heady blend of chocolate and you...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I scoot just a bit closer, my teeth nibbling on your lower lip, my hands finding, and gripping, your shoulders before moving upward to twine through your hair. A soft sigh, another gentle nibble , a tongue tip tasting the corner of a pretty mouth and then I back away. Eyes gleaming.

Thank you...that was just what this wolf required.

Standing up, I replace your shawl, once again bare except for the panties that hug my waist and bum.

I appreciate your kindness, your chocolate and your kisses. We should do this again.

With a slight smile and a deep bow, the gentleman in me knows no other way, I turn and head for your door.

See you again, sweet Witchling.

And then the door is open and the snow beckons me forward...into the cold. There is a blur and a small wolf bounds away...back to reality

 

[Britwitch]

I can feel my cheeks are pink and my eyes I am sure are sparkling as you pull away

Always happy to oblige...

A quiet whisper as I run the tip of my tongue over my lips

I'm so glad you stopped by, I can't wait to get to know you even more...
See you soon, very soon I hope...

I watch as you leave, and rising to close the door behind you I find myself blinking as I see a wolf bounding away through the snow and into the trees

A very interesting lady...

I sigh before pushing the door closed and heading back to the fire, more logs need adding and I'm hungry, very hungry...

 

[Britwitch]

Yesterday's blizzard has painted the woods white. Branches are liberally coated with powdery white sparkles. Today's snow is a delicate affair, floating down from the sky without a breath of wind.
Having spent the morning so far bringing in wood from the shed to stack by the fire, I am in need of a bath.

I fill the large tub, having moved it to stand before the fireplace.
Steam rises as I slip into the heavily bubbled, lightly scented water, sighing loudly as the warmth caresses my skin and instantly begins to relax my muscles.
Leaning back I close my eyes, with the cold air and snow outside, this is pure bliss.

 

[Britwitch]

The door creaks but I’m used to the door making sounds in answer to the wind so I don’t move. I don’t react. My eyes remain closed as I unwind in the scented waters of my bath.
The water ripples slightly but it could have been my own breathing.
Then I feel it. Something brushes my side under the water. It feels like the back of a hand.

As I begin to open my eyes I feel a hand in my hair and lips against my ear. The grip firm, unquestionable. A whispered instruction.
“Don’t move. Don’t open your eyes.”
Their breath is hot against my neck and I can only whimper my assent.
I obediently keep my eyes closed and the hand in my hair retains its hold but a little less harshly.

The hand in the water strokes my side, fingers running over my stomach and up to my breasts. Another whimper as they find a nipple and squeeze. Pulling the rapidly hardening flesh, twisting. My heart begins to pound as my stomach tightens with excitement. Each pull, each squeeze, sending a thrill down to my sex, making it tingle and throb. I want to writhe, to arch my back.

But I don’t.
I was told not to move and so I fight the urge.

The fingers alternate between my breasts, tormenting my nipples. I have to remain still and not open my eyes. But no such limitation was given on noise. I groan and whine, pleading incoherently. Alternating between pleading for it to stop and begging for it to continue.

Lips brush my neck as the hand in the water leaves my chest and all of a sudden lands between my thighs. Teeth nibble playfully before biting firmly as fingers find my clit and squeeze. I cry out, my hands clenching beneath the surface of the water.

I want to open my eyes. I want to know who my tormentor is. I want to raise my hips, to ease the pressure on my clit but also to show my willingness for things to continue. But I don’t.

I remain trapped in my body, eyes remaining tightly shut as my body submits to the ministrations of the stranger in my cottage.

My own sounds mingle with the occasional sounds from the bath water and the breathing so close to my ear. The fingers continuing to tease and torture my clit.
I want to touch myself. I want to touch the person touching me so expertly.

But I don’t.
I do as I’ve been told.

I know it’s my own fault for leaving the door unlocked. I know I should feel scared, feel anxious that this far out in the woods I am alone with the chance of ‘help’ passing by being slim to none.

But I don’t.
I feel more excited, more aroused then I know how to explain.

The fingers between my thighs shift their positioning, a thumb circling and rubbing my clit while two fingers slide unhindered into my sex. I begin to tremble. Having been teased and tormented so effectively I know it won’t take much to push me over the edge.
Murmurs leave my lips, pleading, whimpering.
Then unable to stop my body from shaking as my climax overwhelms me. Driven to higher climbs as the hand pulls tighter in my hair, making me yelp.
“You shouldn’t be enjoying this, should you…”
Those hoarsely whispered words send me into oblivion. The world growing quiet and distant. Even the warm water around my body seems to fade away. One long last scream leaves my lips as my body gives itself over to the stranger manipulating it so easily.

Somewhere, as the waves of pleasure start to fade and I fade into quiet darkness, five words linger in the air. One final torment.
“Don’t worry, I will return…!”

I awake with a gasp. The water splashing a little as my body jerks. My eyes wide as I look around breathless, my heart racing in my chest, nipples hard and sex throbbing with need.

I’m alone.

The fire crackling beside me and the water of my bath still pleasantly hot.
It was just a dream.

Just a fantasy...

 

[Britwitch]

Having enjoyed my bath for far too long, I drain the tub and dry myself off. I pull on my favourite night shirt, an oversized man's white shirt that falls to my thighs, as night is rapidly falling outside. I light the candles in the windows and on the table and step out into the chilly night air to light the lantern on the porch.

I fill the kettle with water to boil for tea and settle myself on the couch with a book while waiting, curling my legs under me and leaning back into the cushions...

 

[The_PG]

*The man I am standing next to is unlike me in every way imaginable. He is fat, odorous, talkative, grimy, and sloppily dressed. His bulging cheeks and a smidgen of drool fall over the open collar of his light blue tee-shirt and onto his gray wool sports jacket that hardly contains his enormous girth. He needs suspenders, not for style like mine, but to hold his pants up because no belt will fit him. I loathe him. The only reason I have not done anything about his involvement in the club is his connections which go higher up, but now my connections have a much longer arm than his. So I am free to do what I like.*

Jack wanted to be here.

*I say, as he looks toward me with a frown. He's growing nervous. Out in the woods like this, all alone, perhaps he is a bit smarter than I have given him credit for being. He is beginning to guess what is going to happen. My disdain, while covert, was not nearly as great as how badly Jack hated the man. He was the one person Jack didn't enjoy fighting (as in trading blows) he was the one man Jack enjoyed bludgeoning. The one time the fought the fat one had been in the hospital for two weeks. Now his ugly face matched the rest of his body, that was what Jack had said. He was right.*

*BAM!* AIIIEEEEE- *BAM!*

*The gunshots are loud. I'm surprised he made a noise after the first, but it is no matter. I bend over and remove his wallet. Then I use my toe to push him over the edge of the pit that my boys had dug earlier in the week. They'll come out here and bury him later. Glancing around I notice footprints too small to be any of the boys or mine, and with a large spit I also notice that I've got some blood on my trench coat. Curiously I look at the footstep, and begin to follow it deeper into the woods. As I walk deeper I hear the incredibly soft crunching of new snow and old snow falling from treetops, so I flip up the collar of my tan trench coat to keep the water from staining my expensive outfit. The top hat is worn though, as I wear it often so I am not too worried about it so much as the jacket and pants. As I hurry along the light footprints meet a path, and the path wanders along until bursting into a clearing where blue flowers are covered in a light frost; soon to die.*

Fucking retards...

*I mutter of my men. How could they not check for a cabin when the path was so near? Unfortunately there is even a wisp of smoke curling from the chimney. Unfortunate for whoever is inside. With a sigh I rest against a tree and carefully open the chamber of my revolver, removing the two spent shells, and replacing them with ready bullets. I snap the cylinder close, and tuck the pistol into my shoulder harness. Then I button my trench coat up again and approach the house. I knock lightly on the door, blowing hot air into my hands. Waiting patiently for you to come to the front door.*

 

[Britwitch]

The kettle has just boiled and I've just made a pot of tea.
A muffled bang, somewhere in the distance makes me jump and look to the window.
As I creep closer another bang makes a small squeak leave my throat. I look around the trees but can't see anything.
Frowning I head back to the tea pot, trying to calm myself and grumbling about the hunters that I know frequent the outskirts of the woods. Hoping whatever animal they shot didn't suffer.

Leaving the tea to steep I decide to prevent the rumbling in my stomach from getting any louder and retrieve an old, well used, tin from on the shelf and take out a honey cookie, leaving the open tin on the large wooden kitchen table. After taking a bite, I'm debating whether a biscuit is really sufficient sustenance when a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts and makes me jump anew. It's late and dark, the bangs have unnerved me slightly and I'm not entirely sure I want to open the door.

Shaking myself and telling myself not to be so stupid, brushing non-existant crumbs off my night shirt, I cross to the door and open it. My eyes widening when my they fall on my visitor, I know of him but never thought I'd see him on my doorstep.

I find myself trying to hide my lack of clothing behind the partially open door, my cheeks a little pink at the thought of my bare legs and as I try to remember how many buttons I've left undone at the top of the shirt.

There's something about his dress that looks decidedly out of place out here in the woods. Something that tells me he hasn't come here for tea and some of my home baking.

Hello...

I smile and try to hide my nerves, after all I always said my door was open to anyone wandering through the woods. My shawl is on the couch and I plan to grab it once he's inside.

Would you like to come in...? It's too cold to hang around out here. I've just made some tea which you're more than welcome to share...

I open the door wider and motion for him to come in, closing it after him. I cross to the couch and curse when I find my shawl isn't there. I head towards the stairs that lead to my bedroom in the loft.

Do make yourself at home, I wasn't expecting company so I'll...I'll just go put some clothes on...

 

[The_PG]

*She's nervous, but isn't running for the phone. Then again, I look around and notice there isn't a phone anywhere on the premises. Still, she isn't afraid of anything in the way that makes me need to use my pistol. The aroma of tea is so strong in the warm and cozy cottage I doubt she can smell the gunpowder either. I take off my hat just as she begins to head upstairs for some clothes, with a quick grab I stop her. Some of it is nerves, some of it is darker stuff altogether.*

There isn't any need for that. I've caught you at a bad time...

*I have more to say, but when you spin into me and stare into my eyes with those gorgeous blue ones; full of fear and something. Well, something that is aroused. I smile back down into them and loose all track of what I was going to say. My eyes are hard, but not steely or cold. In fact they are warm and enjoying this moment very much.*

I'd rather you didn't. Go up there.

*I nod toward the tea.*

Why don't you pour me a cup. It is snowing pretty hard. I won't be leaving soon.

*As I give you a little shove toward the tea kettle, I then remove my trench coat. Revealing the pistol in it's harness and my nice dress. I hang my hat and coat. Then slowly walk over toward you as I unbutton the harness, but do not remove it from my shoulders just yet.*

Are there a lot of hunters out this time of the year?

 

[Britwitch]

I can't help but gasp as I'm stopped en route to the stairs. I find myself face to face, and front to front, with my visitor and his brown eyes locked on mine. I feel like I should look away but I can't. There's something shining in them but I can't quite identify what. Mixed emotions flit over his face as he holds me against him.

I glance out the window and see the snow is indeed falling heavier than it has been during the day and is now swirling and whirling in the gradually increasing wind.

I suddenly find myself being pushed towards the table and the tea and I try to focus on pouring him a cup. Glancing up as he comes nearer and trying not to stare at the weapon in it's holster.

Hunters...? There are some, going for deer and game birds mainly...but they don't tend to come near my cottage though, no sport here you see...

I hold out his tea and find my eyes drawn to his face once more. The sharp suit and gun don't exactly say 'hunter' to me. Although, my mind adds worryingly, it depends entirely on what he's hunting. I pick up my own tea and take a steadying mouthful.

Can I get you anything else?

 

[The_PG]

*I almost laugh as you mention there is no 'sport' here, because of course you are wrong. There is plenty, and it is standing right in front of me dressed in naught but some other man's leftover tee-shirt. Probably a brother or uncle, I imagine. I taste the tea as you ask if there is anything else. Once I've set it down I do laugh.*

A decision. You're going to get me a decision.

*I swing off the weapon and holster. Setting them both on the table. I finger the trigger of the gun, as I sit down on the chair and take another sip of my tea. It's sweet, but a little bitter. Just perfect. I take a long look up and down your body, stopping between your thighs and mid chest obviously. When I reach your blushing face I shiver.*

Come, give me a kiss.

*I raise my free hand and touch my cheek. That's harmless, right?*

Everything you do will help get me the decision.

*As you kiss my cheek I use my free hand to feel between your legs. They are damp.*

Everything you do not do, will also help.

*I raise my eyebrows, implying everything.*

 

[Britwitch]

I watch him remove his gun and release a long breath I didn't realise I was holding when he eventually puts it down. I can feel my cheeks grow hot as his dark eyes rove unabashedly across my body, stalling over a couple of places that make me fidget. My fingers rising to toy with the buttons over my bust to make sure they're closed.

The request for a kiss catches me unawares slightly. It's an almost innocent request that confuses me. It doesn't marry with the man in the tailored suit who came here with weapon.

I smile and step closer, leaning down to press my soft lips to his cheek. Inhaling him in the process and feeling my spine tingle in reaction to the manly scent coming off him.

Then a gasp as his hand delves between my legs. The urge to pull away rises up inside me but his words derail my train of thought.
So I stand still.

With his hand nestled between my thighs, my cheeks turning a couple of shades pinker as I feel the tell-tale warmth and moisture his actions and my nerves are creating creeping down towards his hand. Still bent down towards him with my face hovering in front of his.

H-have you come any closer to your decision...?

 

[The_PG]

*Surprisingly I have. As the cute blush sends a warm rush into my blood that permeates all of my limbs and organs. Making me feel good. Then I feel the unmistakable dew creeping down over your skin and that makes me smile in a way that can only make you more uncomfortable.*

Not yet...

*I slide my fingers up; grazing against your womanly place.*

You must get lonely out here. No phone. No contact. No neighbors. Nobody to hear you laugh, cry, or scream.

*Suddenly my fingers dig into your thigh to hold you still while my other hand removes the gun and I press it against the side of your temple. I breath deeply as I smell the terror creeping over your body. My cock throbs with anticipation. My heavy breaths make it to your ear gently. I laugh softly and rub my thumb between your velvet lips beneath the shirt.*

I won't tell you what the decision is, but you can guess it quite easily. You will need to do things. Tell me secrets. Things you would never do if you had neighbors. Tell me secrets that you tell to the forest and no one else. To start... Why don't you undo my shirt, while you tell me how you want... To be fucked.