Britwitch's Cottage

[fr33ks33k]

Absolutely.

*Yet again, as the honey pools on the biscuit she's holding, it overflows and ends up sliding down on of her fingers. Maybe I've done this subconsciously...I can't help but to smile once more*

Oops...I should probably be more careful....

 

[Britwitch]

I giggle and quickly bring my hand to my lips, tongue slipping out to clean away the honey inching it's way down my fingers. But my movement is too quick and without thought, for as I manage to lick away the sticky sweetness from my hand, I manage to simultaneously press the honey smothered biscuit against my cheek and the side of my nose.

...I don't think you're the only one...that wasn't one of my smoothest moves...

I laugh, bending forward to put the biscuit down on the edge of the table and reaching for a napkin to wipe my face

 

[fr33ks33k]

*I stifle a little chuckle as I see the honey clinging to her cheek and nose, reaching simultaneously for the napkin. My fingers get there first, and I move the napkin to wipe the bit of sticky liquid from her face.*

Then we shall both have to be more wary, especially where honey is concerned.

*Taking my own words to heart, I manage to make another honeyed biscuit without getting any on my fingers, popping it into my mouth before offering the honey back to her*

 

[Britwitch]

The evening air is cooling rapidly now that the sun is rapidly disappearing. Here amongst the lengthening shadows in between the trees its getting colder by the moment. I pull my cloak tighter around me, giggling as I am quite sure I fit the stereotype of a witch with the black material enfolding my figure, the hood all but hiding my face and a basket of herbs on one arm, rolling with each step as it rests on my hip.

I turn into my garden and actally let out a short, sharp call of surprise to see someone stood at the door.

Oh! Oh you scared me...

I smile, once my thundering heart has started to slow

...sorry, I hope you've not been waiting long.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It seemed he had mistimed it, getting here a bit early. He ha d hoped to surprise her in her cabin, perhaps catching this witch in the midst of some evil conjuration. Still, as he turned, noticing her approaching, it seemed she might have been up to some manner of evil after all, judging by appearances. He put on a very sweet smile as he looked at her carefully, nodding.

"No, I've only just arrived. Hopefully I'm not intruding, but I ha dhoped to call on your hospitality, and that we might talk for a bit." He stepped over to her, extending a hand toward the basket of herbs.

"Here, may I help you with those, Miss?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Of course you can come in, I'd just been out to collect some fresh herbs..."

I hand over the basket with a smile, whilst retrieving the key from my pocket

"I'll put the kettle on and we can sit down and have a good old chat..."

Unlocking the door, I push it open and gesture for him to step inside. My smile warm, I hadn't been expecting visitors, this is a pleasant surprise.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He smiled somewhat victoriously as she handed over the basket, letting him examine exactly what she'd been out gathering. Perhaps something for one of her wicked brews or spells. He glanced into the basket, eying the herbs. Most were recognizable, though, seemingly innocuous vegetables. With a mental shrug, he stepped inside as she gestured for him to enter.

"Yes, some tea would be nice, and I really am looking forward to speaking with you." He turned to look at her, letting her see the wicked expression on his face as he assessed her. Would she confess to her evildoing? Would she repent and ask forgiveness? Or would she require some "encouragement" to proceed down those lines.

He stepped over to her modest kitchen are and placed the basket on the table, turning back around to her as he glanced to couch before the open fireplace.

"May I sit?"

 

[Britwitch]

Please, do, be my guest...

I reply, turning to hang my cloak on the hook next to the door, revealing the floor length dress beneath it. It's simple in design and skims over my figure, closely, a neckline fairly low across my chest and small sleeves resting on my shoulders.

...do you have any preference when it comes to tea? Something herbal perhaps? Or would you rather something more simple, more normal?

I add with a laugh, heading to put the herbs into a jug on the window sill and set the kettle over the fire to warm. Adding a few logs to get it blazing, I move closer to the couch and lean against the wall slightly, fingers idly toying with the ribbon that holds shut the bodice of the dress.

It'll be ready soon. So, might I ask, what brings you to my doorstep so late in the day...?

Realising it's more than a little gloomy, I set about lighting some candles and lanterns, bathing us in warm, dancing light.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He gave her another smile and then slipped over to sit on the couch, comfortably sitting at one end of it, resting his arm on the arm rest. He smiled thoughtfully as she asked him about tea.

"Yes, well, I would be interested in trying one of your herbal brews." He would have to careful, naturally-never trust that what a witch gives you is exactly what she claims it is. There were certain potions in which the tiniest sip would put you under a wicked spell. He did not allow himself to grow too comfortable.

He glanced up at her, noting the way she toyed with her bodice, as if teasing him, or tempting him, attempting to put him off his guard. In order to further the illusion that she was succeeding, he allowed himself to study her chest, the smooth well of her cleavage pressing upward, his eyes tracing the tantalizing swell of her chest. It wasn't hard to play along with this game, she was pleasing to the eyes.

"I'm here to speak with you, of course. What else would bring out here, so far from others?" He grinned at her playfully, then let his tone alter slightly. "However, I'm afraid this isn't entirely a social visit. I've heard alarming reports of witchcraft in the area...." He let that hang in the air for a moment.

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm here to speak with you, of course. What else would bring out here, so far from others?...However, I'm afraid this isn't entirely a social visit. I've heard alarming reports of witchcraft in the area...."

I feel my eyebrow arch slightly in response to his words...to his tone. My fingers drop the ribbon and my arms cross before me. I try to look calm and relaxed but the reaction is one I can't stop, one of self protection.

Oh...really...?

I manage to reply, fairly calmly after a moment or two.

I've heard rumours too but I'm sure any witches in these parts are harmless.

I smile before the whistling of the kettle saves me from saying more and leads me back to the kitchen where I set about retrieving mugs from cupboards and a small bowl of sugar...as well as trying to calm the nervous knot of tension that's rapidly building my stomach.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

There it was, a clear hesitation, she was unsure how to reply. He smiled, falsely sweet, and nodding at her as she tried to speak casually, but he could see her body tense up slightly.

"Oh, of course someone like you wouldn't be involved in anything like that. I just thought that, perhaps, you'd heard things. You do know the area rather well."

He could smell the herbs of the tea as she set about preparing a mug for him, and he glanced back over his shoulder at her. It had been quite a while since he had caught a witch, but he knew how to handle them. he just needed to be prepared. He quickly checked to make sure his concealed knife was still in place, should it be necessary to use it, and of course, cuffs made of cold iron to restrain her. Smiling back at her, he spoke, "Oh, and just a little bit of sugar with my tea, if you don't mind."

He grinned and waited on her to join him.

 

[Britwitch]

I pour the tea and, with a surprisingly steady hand, add a spoonful of sugar to his. Carrying the steaming drinks carefully, I cross the room and sit down beside him, making sure to leave a gap between us.

Well, I don't know what help I can be...I see people so infrequently out here...but I'll do what I can...

A forced smile before sipping my tea

...how's yours? Is it sweet enough?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He accepted his drink graciously, and then cupped it in his hand for a moment. he gave it a very suspicious sniff. It smelled all right, and he'd made sure to keep an on her as she poured, but he stilled waited for her to sit down and have a sip of her own tea before he followed suit. his e yes stayed on her the entire time, with a slightly sinister tilt to them as he studied her.

"Ah, this is very good tea, thank you." He smiled and took another sip of it before setting it casually down on the end table. He turned back to her, and gave her a very predatory examination with his eyes, letting her feel the way he was scanning her, looking for weaknesses. He noted the distance she'd carefully kept between them, suspiciously, and chuckled softly at it.

"So you haven't heard ANYTHING suspicious going on? My information was quite...reliable. Surely you've notice some manner of evidence-though of course, such a lovely lady like you certainly wouldn't be involved." He wet his lips slightly as he studied her. Oh, he felt he'd enjoy extract a confession from this one.

 

[Britwitch]

My skin prickles under his gaze but I try not to show my discomfort, I continue to drink my tea slowly and unhurriedly.

"So you haven't heard ANYTHING suspicious going on? My information was quite...reliable. Surely you've notice some manner of evidence-though of course, such a lovely lady like you certainly wouldn't be involved."

His words are clever and I know they are meant to trap me but he's not the first...and sadly I doubt he'll be the last. I'm not what he thinks, not strictly speaking anyhow. I'm not wicked...or evil...
I think, knowing how I answer will be as important as the answer itself.
I won't lie but I won't give myself up so easily.

Heard anything? No, I've not heard anything, sorry. I'm not sure what kind of evidence you think I might have noticed either...

I smile as brightly as I can

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He nods back at her and then slides over slightly, closing the gap between them. His smile sticks sweetly to his face, too sweetly, and his eyes slide over her once again. "That's good. I'd hate to think you were involved in anything wicked." He pressed a hand against her hip and then leaned in close against her. His leg pressed against hers-she was soft against him, and felt warm. He leaned close to her face, as if to kiss her.

Instead, he whispered, his face mere inches from hers, his eyes locked into her blue irises. "I've heard things about you as well, you should know." He grinned wickedly. His other hand reached up to the back of her head, curling lightly in her hair. He leaned over to her ear, whispering even softer, his tone almost gentle. "Namely, that you are a wicked soul, and that such a practice of the black arts takes place in your home that it would shock the average mind."

His tongue flicked out, catching the lobe of her ear, and then he kissed it, and then kissed the line of her jawbone before pulling his face back in front of hers. "What is your response to that, my most gracious host?"

 

[Britwitch]

The move towards me is smooth and quick, coupled with the smile on his lips, it's positively serpentine. I fight against pulling away as his hand lands on my hip, his face drawing closer.

"I've heard things about you as well, you should know. Namely, that you are a wicked soul, and that such a practice of the black arts takes place in your home that it would shock the average mind."

I feel my body tense as his fingers twist into my hair, no matter how careful their hold. I lick my lips nervously and then find myself shivering as his tongue grazes my ear followed by his lips against it and again along my jaw.

"What is your response to that, my most gracious host?"

"Well, I would have to say that wherever you heard these things...your source is misinformed..."

I try, as subtly as I can, to shift backwards but the back and side of the couch impede any movement. I'm trapped.

"I light candles and I make teas...are those things so very awful?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He tries not to grow distracted by her scent, by her taste. They are subtle, but distracting, occupying his attention. This may be the true center of her power, and he forces his lips to pull away from her jawline again so he can look once more into her eyes.

"I light candles and I make teas...are those things so very awful?"

He shakes his head slightly, admonishing. He presses a finger softly against her lips, holding it there as he peers into her eyes. "Now, now. You should speak truthfully, my dear. Is that really ALL you do?" His eyes twinkle with a suggestion of deeper knowledge, of insight stolen directly from peering at her.

He felt her shifting, slightly, testing her chances of escape, but he presses tighter against her in response. His body has hers virtually pinned against her little couch, and his hand tightened down on her hip, gripping her firmly, insistently. His mere physical presence is suggestive to her, and he uses his posture and motions to continue promoting the fact that HE is in charge. It's a tool of body language he has long mastered.

"Now, surely we can sort through this misunderstanding without any unnecessary...unpleasantness, right?" He leaned in to her, this time his lips brushing against her, a kiss soft, promising, and utterly perfidious. He tastes her mouth as he tests her responses, her reactions to him and to becoming slowly trapped.

 

[Britwitch]

The pressure of his finger upon my lips is gentle but the eyes surveying me are anything but inviting. Although the action in itself makes my pride prickle that I should be shushed like a child.

"Now, now. You should speak truthfully, my dear. Is that really ALL you do?"

There is a quiet gasp, almost too quiet to be heard, as his fingers curl against my hip. His broad frame is all but covering mine and leaving me in a little doubt of how futile any attempt at simply moving him would be.

"Now, surely we can sort through this misunderstanding without any unnecessary...unpleasantness, right?"

The kiss that follows is as confusing and terrifying as it is soft. I don't fight the kiss but I don't reciprocate. I don't want to encourage him, nor give him any further ammunition against me than whatever it is he imagines he has.

"I think unpleasantness is totally unnecessary..."

I eventually manage to respond, choosing to try and skip around his previous question about any other activities I might partake in. Not that I curse anyone or cast the kinds of spells I know he is imagining.

"And I am telling the truth, I don't see the harm in making tea..."

I know my expression and tone could be seen as flirtatious but the streak of self-preservation that runs right through my core has started to rise up and if seducing him will throw him off the track then so be it. My lips curve into a smile and my hands rise to rest lightly on his chest.

"You don't honestly think I'd do anything to harm someone...to hurt anyone...do you?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolfling comes trip trapping through the woods, up the pathway that leads to a Witch's cottage. Carried in one small hand is a piece of paper. Upon it~a picture of a wolf with jagged printing across the bottom of the page...

A note to say hello...as it has been much too long. I hope things are well with you.

The ink drawing is tied with a pretty red bow and the whole thing is left, stuck into a handy hole by the cottage's front door. The wolfling retreats.

 

[Avellan13]

Walking up to the door, I knock on it and wait for a response.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was nervous. It was obvious, as she gasped as his touch, as she refused to shy away from his kiss, as she worked to speak without sounding guilty. She was quiet for a long moment before she found words, her breath hot on his skin, his warm against hers as he looked into her eyes. He could almost see the workings behind them-to lie? To tell him what he wants? Fleeing was now out of the question. It was interesting to practically feel her thinking, this close to him.

"I think unpleasantness is totally unnecessary..."

Ha! If she only knew. She didn't even bother denying his knowledge of her previous activities, or her sinfulness, her wrongly attained knowledge. He tightened his grip on her hip, fingers squeezing her roughly.

Then, her tactics changed. She smiled, suggestively, her eyes widening to him. She lifted her hands up to his chest. Yes, he was warned about this. A seductive little thing she could be, and she would use it trap him, to trick him if she could. He let his eyes move down to her chest, watching her breathing, seeing her legs shifting on the couch. Tempting, yes...

"You don't honestly think I'd do anything to harm someone...to hurt anyone...do you?"

Not temping enough. Sinfully sweet, she was, and falsely so. He could tell it was a ruse quite easily. He moved quickly, snatching a hand that had been placed on his chest, and lifting up, twisting it behind her. He pulled her up, bent her forward as he held her arm immobile, over the armrest of the couch. He placed a hand on the back of her head, pressed her forward, as his hips pressed against her from behind. He leaned forward, his lips next to her ear once again, whispering intensely.

"But you ARE a witch, aren't you? You DO practice the magics arcane and forbidden. You wouldn't dare tell me that you've not been engaging in wicked, even licentious practices in this very cabin. Wouldn't it be better to confess, to share all your dark activities, to gain forgiveness?"

His hand let go of her head, moving down her side, and then back up her body, reaching around in front of her to cup at the bodice of her dress. He felt an ample handful of her breast in his hand, giving it a squeeze, and then moved his finger playfully over it, teasing it, letting a fingertip toy with a nipple. As he teased it through the fabric of her dress, he felt it growing slightly harder in response.

"See, your body at least knows how wicked you are."

He let go of her chest and moved his hand to the amulet around his throat, pressed against his chest beneath his shirt to protect him against dark magic. He held it there for a moment, then his hand dipped inside his shirt to produce his pocket knife, which he swung open with a delicate click. He straightened her back up, and then held the knife in front of her to let her see the wicked blade, sharp, practically gleaming in the firelight. He flicked the tip out to graze the ribbon holding her bodice shut.

"Now, have you anything to share before something unfortunate happens?"

 

[Britwitch]

Everything happened far too fast for me to make any attempt at preventing what followed. I heard myself groan as with what seemed one motion I was bent over the end of the couch, the armrest pushing against my stomach, winding me for a moment, rendering me unable to respond to the hissed accusations in my ear. I chide myself for allowing things to get this far, I should have trusted my instincts about his motives. I shouldn't have allowed myself to be put into this position...a shiver tremors through my body at the worrying thought of the other positions I may find myself in before this ordeal is over.

"But you ARE a witch, aren't you? You DO practice the magics arcane and forbidden. You wouldn't dare tell me that you've not been engaging in wicked, even licentious practices in this very cabin. Wouldn't it be better to confess, to share all your dark activities, to gain forgiveness?"

"But you don't understand...it's all wrong, all of what you have been told...that's not..."

A groan interrupts my words as my chest is groped, my nipple responding embarrassingly to his teasing fingertip, sending terrifying tingles through my trapped body.

"See, your body at least knows how wicked you are."

My cheeks burn, with barely contained anger and further embarrassment.

"...you're wrong..."

Is all I manage to reply before I'm moved back onto the couch properly and my eyes widen as a blade appears before me. Every muscle in my body tenses as my glance flicks from the blade, to his face and back again.

"Now, have you anything to share before something unfortunate happens?"

"I respect the nature around me, I raise a glass to the full moon, I don't harm anyone, far from it, I would never. I light candles for those in need...how are these wicked acts? After all, do those in church not light candles too?"

I wince as the last words leave my lips, I know instantly I have said precisely the wrong thing.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"...you're wrong..."

She said this-and this was clearly a lie. Yes, her body was wicked, and yes, it responded to his wicked advances. He could practically smell her becoming aroused at this whole situation. And that had to confirm her evil nature, her insidious intentions. So he had dumped her on the couch, on her back, looking up at him-as she properly should be-looking at his knife. It was cold iron, a sure thing for dealing with witches like this one.


"I respect the nature around me, I raise a glass to the full moon, I don't harm anyone, far from it, I would never. I light candles for those in need...how are these wicked acts? After all, do those in church not light candles too?"

He growled down at her. How dare she! And in fact, how wicked of her to confess to such things. She continued to fall into his trap.

"So you confess to worshiping the pagan gods of nature? Those wicked elemental beasts?" He leaned forward, looming over her, wielding the knife with deadly certainty. He pressed the flat of the blade against her bodice, letting her feel the cool iron on her cleavage. The blade tickled at the ribbon holding her bodice closed.

"You confess to skulking about at night, afraid to show your face during the light of day, lest the demons you summon see you too clearly!" The blade flickered, and part of the ribbon that held shut her bodice was severed. It slacked slightly, her breasts threatening to burst free. He licked his lips as his face loomed over hers.

"And you confess that you are not a church-going woman, and then you DARE compare yourself!" Growling again in anger, he let the tip of the knife graze against the side of her breast, poking her just enough to draw a slight hint of blood. He then pulled the blade away, studying her, her breath heavy, her breasts still threatening to spill out. He then slashed next to her left hip, opening a tear in the dress but not breaking the skin. Then he pulled her legs apart by the ankles. The knife came flashing down between her knees, reading the long fabric of the dress and dragging down to the hem, opening a slit in it.

"And look-you dress shamelessly, like a common whore!" He stepped back, now straightening up, and then gestured with the knife like a pointer. "Now stand up. Stand up you wicked witch! We must see if you are ready to repent."

He cackled gleefully, enjoying his craft. What fun it was to chase evil witches! And how good he was at it.

 

[Britwitch]

"So you confess to worshiping the pagan gods of nature? Those wicked elemental beasts? You confess to skulking about at night, afraid to show your face during the light of day, lest the demons you summon see you too clearly!"

I hear myself yelp instinctively as the blade flashes into action, the pressure around my chest lessens instantly and I don't have to glance down to know what has happened to the bodice of my dress. My cheeks burn with hot, dangerous, anger. Anger at being accused of such things, anger at being treated in such a way.

"And you confess that you are not a church-going woman, and then you DARE compare yourself!"

I wince as the knife presses against my skin, muscles tensing, breath held. Waiting to feel the sting as it pushes within me but it never comes. Another gasp as the knife moves lower, making short work of ruining my dress.
I look into his face, feeling my stomach knot as I recognise the hate mingling with something darker, something harder to label, in his eyes.

"And look-you dress shamelessly, like a common whore! Now stand up. Stand up you wicked witch! We must see if you are ready to repent."

Making a pointed effort to avoid his gaze I slowly rise to my feet. Standing before him I know I must look a sight. Dress in shreds, the bodice barely staying up over my breasts, the fabric rising and falling with each breath.

I manage to square my shoulders slightly and raise my chin as defiantly as I dare. I will not go down without a fight. The only thing that worries me is that I fear a fight might be just what he is hoping for.

I set my jaw, I am not going to speak, I am not going to give him any more ammunition than that which he already believes he has.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was angry. He could see it in the set of her eyes, in the flush of her cheeks. It was in the set of her jaw as she stood, slowly before him. She was obeying for now, following his directions, planning on acting compliant long enough to get him off his guard so she could then later take advantage. It was good to remember that witches were quite dangerous, regardless whether you presently had the upper hand. He was not about to slip up, not at this crucial juncture. So he snarled, then stepped in to grab at her hair, pullin her around behind the couch.

He pressed up against her from behind. He kept the tip of the knife pressed lightly into her side as a reminder. He pushed tightly against her, his chest against her back, his hips pressing against hers...and then he felt a stirring. She had a soft, supple, warm body, and an appealing form. His body wanted her. In spite of what she was, his body lusted after this witch-perhaps was even BECAUSE of what she was. He growled softly, his teeth hovering near her ear. Of course, that might actually serve....

"It's said a witch cannot abide the presence of a righteous man," he whispered. His breath was hot on her neck. His free hand trailed against her side and then down to her hip, and he hiked up the skirt slightly. his hand brushed through the slit he'd cut in it to graze across her thigh, fingertips teasing against the soft skin there. "Perhaps we should see about that."

He needed a way to make her more compliant. Fortunately, he had heard at least a few things about this witch. Theories worth testing. He reveled in the feel of her, letting his arousal grow against her well shaped ass, causing him to wriggle up against her slightly. He had heard that this witch, in particular, had a vulnerable spot on her neck. That she enjoyed having it kissed and warmed. His lips moved down the side of her neck softly, lips and tongue dragging and caressing soft pale skin, as he looked for her weak spot. It was said that might become very compliant, very suggestible, were he able to stimulate that spot properly. Kissing, nibbling on her vulnerable skin, with his fingertips still teasing across her thigh, it was time to test it.

"Fold your arms behind your back," he whispered commandingly.