Britwitch's Cottage

[Britwitch]

His hand is wound into my hair before I can even think of moving away and I find myself manoeuvred, somewhat less then delicately, behind the couch. A hiss escapes my lips as I feel the pressure of the knife's point against my side. His body is as close to mine as clothing and the position will allow and his supposedly noble intentions seem less defined as a growl rumbles next to my ear and his body shifts even closer.

"It's said a witch cannot abide the presence of a righteous man,"

My skin prickles beneath my ruined dress. The hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention as his too warm breath dances over them. I fidget against the fingertips that have slithered inside my dress and across my thighs, which I press together as tightly as I can manage.

"Perhaps we should see about that."

"Well, do let me know if you find one...for you, sir, are no..."

I start before my words tail off into a most unwanted sound. His lips graze my neck and, to my horror, tingles trip their way down my spine. I screw my eyes shut and try to think of something, anything, other than what he is doing.

I feel teeth nibbling and my hips move back towards him. I don't tell them to, in fact I am doing all I can to try and prevent my body reacting as it would do in other circumstances. My eyes flutter open as my rear pushes back against his groin and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Damn you..."

I curse under my breath, although to my further disgust they sound more like a moan than anything else. It seems his sources hadn't been completely incorrect when they'd told him about me.

"Fold your arms behind your back,"

The whisper pierces the fog rapidly descending on my brain and my arms move of their own accord. Sliding behind me and crossing. As I realise what I've done I simultaneously realise I have made a grave, grave, error.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He felt her hips press back against his like a wanton whore, and it made the stirrings in his groin solidify, rising up as they pressed against her. At that point, he knew that he had her, especially as she moaned softly. Her breathing pattern had changed as her body responded to him, and she emitted a soft moan as she attempted to curse him. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft body responding to him, and he used his hand to gently tug her legs further apart, his fingertips still dancing teasingly on her thigh. Whatever spell he had her under, she listened to his command then, her arms sliding behind her back just as he'd ordered.

He grinned victoriously, then, having her just where he wanted her. His hand moved away from her thighs, dipping into his pocket, and then quickly sliding a length of cord. As her arms remained still, doing his bidding, even against whatever protests she made in her own mind, he wrapped her arms up lengthwise, keeping them folded together. Each wrist was tied to each opposite forearm, then tightened down tightly. With her arms immobilized thusly, she was much less dangerous than she would be otherwise. He tightened down the last knot, trapping her, and then he whispered into her ear, his voice dark with a sinister lust.

"I have now."

He peeked down at her body, pressed against him at this point invitingly, watching her breathing heavily and her body shaking slightly. It was clear that, ashamed as she might be of it, her body was excited by his presence, by his playing her like a fiddle. He traced his hand up the inside of her thigh again, the soft skin seeming to quiver at his touch, and his fingers trailed up even higher, slowly working up the juncture of her thighs. There a rough finger pressed right across her crotch, finding her pussy bare to the cool air of the cottage. He dragged his finger along the length of it, feeling the moisture beading against his fingertip.

"What a wicked slut you are, walking about with no undergarments. A devious, insidious witch." He laughed softly and then stepped back away from her, feeling much more in control now. Whatever spells she might have cast would be near useless without her hands. He nodded to her, then pointed with his dagger.

"Go, over there, stand, back against the wall. It is time for your penance." As she hesitated, seeming to look at him nervous, he spoke up louder, shouting as he wielded the knife dangerously, "Now, Witch!"

After she had complied, he stood in front of her, and he pressed the blade of the knife against her arm, dragging up her shoulder and then down the top of her chest, letting her feel the cool iron on her skin. He licked his lips as he looked at her, while the blade pressed down between her breasts, looking at them thoughtfully. He cupped one of them through her bodice, rolling it delicately in his palm as he watched her face.

"I am going to enjoy this. And I promise you, no matter what you do, that by the time I am finished, so will you. You'll even plead for more." He let her contemplate that horror as the knife slowly moved down to the string on her bodice, the pressure of the blade increasing slowly, threatening to spill out her breasts any instant, with a growing sense of inevitability.

 

[Britwitch]

The tightening sensation of the cord, wrapping it's dangerous embrace around my arms, cuts through the hazy fog that he had lain over my mind but my attempt to pull myself free is too late. My arms are held fast, behind me, tightly. Each weak tug I attempt forces the cord into my skin, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from my lips.

"I have now."

I can feel his breath against the back of my neck, all but feel his gaze as he peers over my shoulder. My muscles tense as his fingers continue their dance over my thighs, trying in vain to close against his hand as he reaches my sex. I wince as his finger touches my most intimate of places, I can almost feel his sense of victory at discovering what he has.

"What a wicked slut you are, walking about with no undergarments. A devious, insidious witch. Go, over there, stand, back against the wall. It is time for your penance."

I pause, looking up at him, trying to gauge just how deeply I have gotten myself into trouble.

"Now, Witch!"

Walking slowly, I do as instructed. The dress hanging lower at the front now that it is not longer full fastened, the material trailing slightly, almost tripping me up once or twice. The position in which he has fastened my arms is forcing my back to arch and the swells of my chest to stand almost proudly before me, as if being shown off, displayed.

Soon the wall is at my back and he is just as swiftly before me once again.

The knife kisses my skin, making me shiver, causing goosebumps to rise sharply wherever it touches. Then a groan can be heard as his palm closes over a breast through my clothing.

"I am going to enjoy this. And I promise you, no matter what you do, that by the time I am finished, so will you. You'll even plead for more."

"I hate to disappoint you but I can assure you that you will be waiting a very...very...long time before you hear me plead you for anything. And for you enjoying it, I'm quite sure you will, you sorry son of a-!"

My hissed words are cut off as the blade pushes against the dress' fastenings. With a quiet gasp from me, the laces give way and the bodice parts. Along with the laces of the bodice, goes the ribbon that supports and essentially forms the sleeves. With a quiet sound, the dress slides down my frame, revealing inch after inch of flesh before pooling pathetically around my ankles. My cheeks burn with sheer embarrassment as I look down on my now naked body then with increasing fear as I trial my eyes up towards your face.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He watched her walking carefully, taking a very measured step to avoid tripping over her own slutty dress. Despite that, her outfit betrayed her, nearly making her stumble once before she recovered herself. He eyed her as she stood back against the wall, clearly defiant, but with the quiver of fear behind her eyes at his presence-as was proper. He heard the soft groan as his hand closed over her bosom.

"I hate to disappoint you but I can assure you that you will be waiting a very...very...long time before you hear me plead you for anything. And for you enjoying it, I'm quite sure you will, you sorry son of a-!"

He heard her words cut off as her dress slithered its way down her body, pooling at her ankles. He kept his eyes on her face for the moment as she looked down in horror, realizing her naked vulnerability to him. Then she seemed to almost quiver in fear as she raised her eyes back to his face. He looked back into those pretty, seductive, deceptively innocent eyes, before he reached up with the hand still clutching the knife. He grabbed her chin, letting her feel the cool iron on her cheek, before his lips closed on hers, ignoring her muffled cries of protest. His body pressed tightly against hers, pushing her back against the wall. As he snaked his tongue into her mouth, his free hand moved back down to her breasts, those delectable orbs displayed proudly for him, caressing his thumb teasingly across nipple already slightly hardened from the cold and the previous teasing.

"Oh, trust me, my darling little witchling, I have plenty of time to spare for this." With a rough laugh, he knelt down in front of her, and then pulled away the wrinkled remains of her dress, before he tugged her legs apart, pressing his mouth onto her kneecap. He sighed softly, trailing his mouth up her skin. She was soft, and warm, and very smooth. He was enjoying tasting her, running his mouth against her skin, his tongue up her thigh and back down. Anticipation, he knew-that was a key. If he was going to make this blasted witch beg for it, he needed to earn it. As his eyes trailed up to her center, between her thighs, the pink flesh seemingly crying out for his attention, he allowed a slight smile.

"It's said being made to cum by a righteous man should drain your powers. Whether that's true or not, it's enough reason for me to want to hear you plead for it." His mouth switched over to the other shapely leg before ascending up her thigh once again.

 

[Britwitch]

I felt the air leaving my body as he pushed up against me. The hard wall at my back, his equally firm frame at my front. His kiss was predatory, almost possessive. I fought to pull away but the bindings around my wrists and arms meant I didn't achieve much.

I groaned into the kiss as the hand without the blade moved down to my chest and began fondling the already firm flesh of my nipple. I found it increasingly hard to control the desire to fidget that rose up inside me. The most unwanted sensations his actions were awakening deep inside my body. I could not let him win. There was more at stake here than mere victory.

"Oh, trust me, my darling little witchling, I have plenty of time to spare for this."

I didn't reply, mainly because I didn't want to give him the obvious pleasure of hearing the trouble I knew I'd have in keeping my voice level.

His mouth was warm and inviting and everything I hoped it wouldn't be. My muscles twitched as he licked and kissed his way around my thigh.

"It's said being made to cum by a righteous man should drain your powers. Whether that's true or not, it's enough reason for me to want to hear you plead for it."

I wanted to tell him that whoever had told him all of these things was obviously mad, that I wasn't the kind of malevolent fiend he thought I was but I knew I'd be wasting precious breath in doing so. Instead, I focused on trying to ignore the feeling of his lips against my leg, trailing higher and higher. I bit my lip and focused my eyes on a crack on the far wall. I didn't doubt my attempts would merely be prolonging the inevitable but I would still try.

Why, why are you doing this to me? I have done nothing to you or yours...I am not what you think I am...

I heard myself asking in the middle of it all, desperation ringing clearly in my voice.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She was already aroused, he could feel. He could even smell, the scent of her, rising up off of her pussy. He eyed it, hungrily, even as his lips continued their careful, measured nibbling of her soft thighs. He felt a slight quiver in her muscles, her body naturally squirming a bit. He knew, and she knew it too, even though she did not want to admit to herself. He trailed his hand up the outside of her leg, moving against her body, until he rested it on her waist. He gripped her waist, pushing back, keeping her hips pinned against the wall, even as he trailed his thumb in a lazy circle on her skin.

"Why, why are you doing this to me? I have done nothing to you or yours...I am not what you think I am..."

This time he gave her no answer, merely continuing his task of seducing her body, forcing it to betray her. It was only fitting justice, considering how her dark magics had forced so many other men to betray themselves to her, that he use his talents to pull the same trick on her. She would feel the pain of that medicine even as he tormented her, forced her into the same darkness where she'd seduced others. She'd endure that same self-humiliation of falling willingly, and being willing to compromise anything to end the torment. He knew just the thing.

He paused for a moment to swallow, wetting his lips which were slightly drying out. As he did, he paused to look at the witch's face. She was now stoically staring ahead, refusing to look at him. Perhaps she knew some dark secret of concentration, which would allow her to ignore him for a time. Not that it mattered much-her body itself was proving amazingly responsive. He leaned in between her thighs and studied her dirty little pussy. It was moist, dripping juices that were visibly leaking out between those lower lips, trailing now even onto her thighs. Little droplets of sin leaking out. His tongue leaned forward to scoop them up, tasting them. Very...sweet. Unnatural, of course. They might have had some slight aphrodisiac effect, because he felt his own crotch twitch in response.

He tightened his grip on her waist, to make sure she couldn't move very much, and then held his mouth directly in front of her sex. Then he breathed. Warmly. Letting her feel the hot hair of his breath washing over her center. He breathed again, so she could know that his lips, his mouth, were only inches away. That was when he brought up the hand with the dagger. The blade was of cool iron, and he pressed the flat of it just against the middle of her. She squirmed, of course, twisted, trying to get away, but he held it against her, letting her feel the sharp edges threatening to carve her, and the sensation of cool metal on her most private of places. Then the knife was gone, and it was replaced by his mouth directly upon her sex.

He knew this would still be a long process that was only beginning. She would resist, and she would take quite a while before she really broke. But it was still very satisfying for him to feel the slight arch of her hips into his touch as he allowed his tongue to slowly trail up her flesh, dipping between her sopping wet folds, stroking inside of her. His lips brushed very gently, accidentally, against a small bump, the center of her pleasure, only briefly, but he smiled inwardly at now knowing where it was. And now, he knew, it would only be a matter of time.

 

[Britwitch]

My arms pulled against the rope that bound them tightly behind me at the touch of his tongue against my most intimate of places. I fought to control my gaze, to stop my eyes from dropping to where he was, keeping my eyes fixed on the wall, trying to keep the reality of the situation away for as long as was possible. Fingers held tighter onto my waist, pushing me back more decidedly against the wall as his mouth drew nearer and hot, dangerous, breath danced over the delicate folds of my sex.

I swallowed a quiet sigh with some difficulty as his breath again, too close, much too close to my body for my liking.

What followed next shocked me, the next sensation I felt was cold and hard, unyielding and, as I quickly realised, far more dangerous. Natural instincts prompted my body to struggle briefly, to get soft flesh away from the knife but it remained pressed against me. Threatening without moving. It's cool metal against my warm flesh felt so alien. I could feel where the edges thinned to nothing, merely a slight twitch away from slicing into me.

Then it was gone and the heat of his mouth returned. The groan left my lips before I could stop it, making my cheeks turn pinker. His tongue pushed slowly inside me, parting my lips and entering my tight sex. A tremble as lips nudged that special bundle of nerves, that sensitive spot, making me draw a sudden, sharp, breath through clenched teeth.

I want to fight it, I will fight this...but I already feel as if I know who will win...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She comes, she goes, like the wind.. but in the wake of her presence she leaves gifts for the Witchling. A golden dress box sporting a big red festive bow is leaning against the door frame. In front of it sits a silver box with a blue ribbon.

Inside the dress box, lying on the covering tissue paper is a small jewelry box. Beside it is resting an envelope. A note within reads the following in Cait's own elegant, flowing style:

My Dear Brit,

Your open warm heart and generosity towards others defies description. Thank you so much for the beautiful dress.
Now I will need to convince M to take me somewhere special to do it justice. I don't think he'll have a problem with that.
I'll leave M to give you his own thanks for your thoughtful gift, but please, accept the following from us.
We both wish you a Merry Yuletide and all the best blessings for the new year to come.

I heard from a little bird you would like what's in the dress box.
And every woman should have sparklies on her feet
So she feels like a princess.

Cait & Mav​

In the dress box, beneath layers of tissue Brit will find this dress. In the accompanying silver box, these shoes. In the jewelery box that rested on the tissue was a celtic necklace and earrings.

 

[Britwitch]

It feels like Yuletime in the woods. Branches laden with snow, all is still among the trees. And presents lay against the door. Smiling I take them inside, hanging up my cloak and sighing over the contents. The dress and shoes are taken up stairs, the necklace fixed around my neck and earrings put in.

I come back down the ladder with a box, full of baubles and ribbons, candles and lanterns. Time to decorate.

Soon golden and brown hued decorations twinkle and glisten all over the cottage. Chocolate brown ribbons hang over the fireplace while bronzed candles flicker in the windows. Baubles of every size and description are carefully hung from a pine bough I've hung from the rafters.

Taking the last things from the box, I head outside, filling the lanterns hung all over the garden with some enchanted candles that will flicker throughout this festive season.

Content that my little corner of the woods looks suitably welcoming in the snowy darkness, I head back inside. I need tea and I have some posts to attend to too.

 

[Britwitch]

Snow is falling, silently, slowly, gently. It has been doing it all night and now a foot of fresh snow covers the woods and my little cottage.
The candles dance in their lanterns outside, those on the windowsill do the same inside.

Tearing my eyes away from the window and cradling a cup of tea in my hand, I settle down to write. I owe three posts to two very patient co-writers. Time to get writing!

 

[Perplexia]

Puts this framed piece of art outside the cottage doors with a note.

"Dessert at the pool, no attire required" Plexi

 

[Britwitch]

Silent feet bring me to the cottage, silent apart from the delicious crunch of snow underfoot.
Once inside, spent candles are replaced and a plate of freshly baked mince pies is placed upon the table.

I have some writing to attend to, but I don't know if even the stillness of the woods will allow me to write...such is the time of year...not that I mind of course.
I love the busyness, the hustle, the endless tasks and the looking after of guests...but a little time to myself is always nice...

And so, tea brewing and icing suger dusting my lips, I start to try and write...door open, in case any visitors should come calling...

 

[Britwitch]

It's not often I close the door to the cottage but tonight I have little choice. There is a snowstorm of epic proportions blowing down on the woods tonight.

The paths have long since vanished beneath the fresh blanket of snow and I know I will be spending the night here.

The lanterns outside flicker bravely against the howling wind, a small beacon should any soul caught in the weather need shelter.

Writing has been postponed, my mind wandering far too much to focus on such things.

So, with tea cradled in my palms, I watch the snow from the warmth of the sofa.

 

[marauder13]

Winds blow the heavily laden air about my face as I navigate the blinding mass of white the threatens to smother me. My only saving graces are the trees that shelter me from the worse of the wind, the path that I am walking from memory alone and the knowledge of what awaits me at the other end.

Shades of a tale written come to the fore, bringing a slight smile to my face. I hope that I don't end up like he did when I arrive at my destination. I shrug my shoulders a little higher to protect my head and neck more and push on.

I know the distance is not great, but when I see the lights beckon through the gloom, they seem to me miles away and unreachable. But the glimmer is like that of hope; small, tentative but powerful and energizing. With renewed determination, I cross the small clearing to the porch that signals a haven in the inclement weather.

Of course, the wind takes it's full measure of fury against me before I reach the relative safety of her porch. Going by the amount of snow I roughly brush from myself, I think that the storm was trying to double my weight.

As clean as I will manage outside, I knock on the door. The careful balance of politeness, and needing to be heard falls to the later. Heavy gloves will do that.

"Behold, the belated arrival of a jolly, fat man. I even have the white beard too, though it is mostly from snow. Oh, and I lost the sled and reindeer somewhere back down the path... and... can I come in please? It's fucking cold out here!!"

 

[Britwitch]

I'm shaken from New Year musings by the sound of knocking on the door, although it's hard to hear anything over the wind roaring down the chimney. I move to the door as I hear a familiar voice. Mouth breaking into a wide, bright smile, I fling open the door and tackle my visitor with a tight hug, seemingly oblivious to the wind and snow that instantly starts to dampen my clothes.

"It is you!"

I step back and usher him in, fighting against the wind a little to close the door again behind him but I manage it in the end. Once his snowy outer clothes are removed and hung near the fire to dry another hug, more lingering, is administered.

"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and all the other joys of the season!"

The words are muffled slightly against his chest but I know he can hear them as my arms hold him tightly against me.

"You've been missed! A lot!"

I grin, pulling back enough to meet his eyes.

"Tea...? Or something stronger to warm you up?"

A thoroughly mischievous wink accompanies the question.

 

[marauder13]

Luckily, I didn't have long to wait before the door almost exploded inward before a rather nice body exploded out the door. While her arms wrapped around me, my own arms wrapped around her.

"It is you!"

"Indeed, it is me."

Before I have more time to react, I found myself inside, divested of the outer layer of clothing and then received an even nicer hug. It is one that is returned with equal measure.

"And a Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and all the rest to you too. I have missed you too, along with quite a few other people from here."

I know that grin of hers, and I can almost hear the thoughts behind it. My eyes narrow slightly while I give her a grin of my own.

"Tea...? Or something stronger to warm you up?"

"Tea will be fine, thank you. That, plus somewhere not trying to bury me in massive amounts of snow. Of course, your warm hospitality will make up for anything that is missing."

I move myself around a little to help the blood move throughout my body and not be so sluggish now I am somewhere warm.

"I would have turned up sooner, but with the combination of your hosting someone else, the Christmas break and the rather unhelpful weather out there, it held me up just a touch."

 

[Britwitch]

"Tea will be fine, thank you. That, plus somewhere not trying to bury me in massive amounts of snow. Of course, your warm hospitality will make up for anything that is missing."

With a smile I set about putting the kettle back over the flames before readying mugs and some assorted teas on the table. By the time I am adding a jug of milk to the assortment, the merrily dancing flames have brought the water to a rapid boil.

Within minutes I'm handing over a steaming mug and moving to sit on the couch, gesturing for him to join me.

"So..."

I begin excitedly.

"...how was your Christmas...?"

 

[marauder13]

I take the offered mug of tea, letting the warmth flow from the mug to what I discovered to be my slightly numb hands and fingers. The first touch of my lips to the hot liquid serves to draw my attention to the gesture to join Brit on her couch. Without any hesitation, I sit beside her and get comfortable.

"So... how was your Christmas...?"

The memories bring a smile. Of two separate 'Christmas' Days, each spent with the families of my wife and I. Seeing the rain of wrapping paper as the Blonde Horde excitedly reveal their presents to everyone with boundless joy. Enjoying a good meal with family, talking and reaffirming the good connection that we have been graced with.

"It has been good. The lads managed to get a huge haul of Loot that they had trouble prioritizing the playing with. Plus all the usual Southern Hemisphere fun - pretending that there is snow while enjoying the beach, swimming all that good fun stuff."

By now, the tea and my body have reached a temperature difference that allows me to drink it and enjoy it at the same time.

"I can see you're having the kind of Christmas and winter weather you love so much. How were things for the Britwitch Clan?"

 

[Britwitch]

"I can see you're having the kind of Christmas and winter weather you love so much. How were things for the Britwitch Clan?"

"Busy. Hectic. Mad quite a lot of the time. But perfect!"

I sip my own tea, eyes sparkling as memories of snowball fights, sledging, hot mulled wine, candles and fireworks heralding the start of the New Year flash through my mind.

"A house that's snug for three was more than a little cozy with six, but I wouldn't change a thing!"

Another sip and then a softer voice continues, eyes meeting his over the rim of my mug.

"Have missed you, you know..."

 

[marauder13]

My imagination draws forth various combinations of how her house must have looked at that time, but I let them go thinking that those images would come nowhere near reality.

But I don't miss the look over the top of her mug. It is a clear signal that something's up, and I am sure it will not be long before...

"Have missed you, you know..."

"Missed me? Gosh, I have hardly been gone that long." I take a sip of my own tea, giving her a look over the top of my mug, smiling softly as I do. "So, enlighten me, O Enchantress of the Isles, what have you so missed about me during my short time away from you?"

 

[Britwitch]

"Missed me? Gosh, I have hardly been gone that long. So, enlighten me, O Enchantress of the Isles, what have you so missed about me during my short time away from you?"

I can't help but giggle at the title I am awarded.

"Well obviously your sense of humour! I'm sure I'm not all that enchanting!"

One blue eye winks.

"And just little things, like chatting with you, writing with you...seeing you around. I know I've been busy myself on and off over the last few months which hasn't helped."

I finish my tea and lean down to place the mug on the floor beside the sofa, before sitting back up and snuggling into the cushions slightly.

"I've just missed you. It's as simple as that..."

A glance to the mug cradled in his hand.

"Anyway, how's your tea? Would you like it topping up?"

 

[marauder13]

She has a good laugh, and a fun giggle as well. Of course, there is the added benefits of seeing what happens to the body that supplies them. Yes, laughter is a good thing when it is a woman doing it.

"Well obviously your sense of humour! I'm sure I'm not all that enchanting!"

I move the mug off to one side while I lean forward, bringing my eyes close to hers, staring deep into the wells of her soul.

"I am very certain that there is one man who will argue that you are wrong in that assessment. And I will back him up every inch of the way."

"And just little things, like chatting with you, writing with you...seeing you around. I know I've been busy myself on and off over the last few months which hasn't helped."

I nod. I know some of what has been going on for the witch sitting near by. Real life in the form of parenthood does get in the way, along with other things.

"I've just missed you. It's as simple as that..."

"HA. It's never 'as simple as that'. All I need to decide is how much I desire to find out more of what you're holding back." My laugh shows the depth of seriousness involved, which makes it shallower than most foot path puddles.

"Anyway, how's your tea? Would you like it topping up?"

"No, I am fine for now, thanks." I take a look at my hostess, and the idea strikes quickly. "I haven't thanked you sufficiently for your hospitality. A matter that I need to address rather quickly." Following her lead, my mug comes to a rest on the floor as I stand up and walk behind where she sits. Without asking, I help her to sit a little straighter in the couch. Without warning or pause, my hands descend to her shoulders and start a deep massaging. Slow movement coupled with firm pressing of my fingers seek out the points where the muscles refused to loosen properly. Every knot is found, worked slowly and surely until it is gone. Not a word is said as the fingers, and occasionally some knuckles, work at relaxing Brit.

After a lengthy session of kneading muscles, I switch to a soothing rub of her skin. I feel the heat of where I have pressed against her. I lowered my head to beside hers, looking on at the expression on her face brought about from what I had just done for her.

"Now, has that repaid my debt, or is there more that I need to do... to you?"

 

[Britwitch]

"I am very certain that there is one man who will argue that you are wrong in that assessment. And I will back him up every inch of the way."

I feel the familiar and completely unstoppable warmth that rushes to my cheeks, an embarrassing reaction to a compliment of any kind that I have yet to learn how to control.

"HA. It's never 'as simple as that'. All I need to decide is how much I desire to find out more of what you're holding back."

The expression of mock horror that descends on my face is not convincing in the slightest, not that I expected it would be. Pressing hands to my cheeks is probably overdoing it, but I can't help myself.

"I haven't thanked you sufficiently for your hospitality. A matter that I need to address rather quickly."

"You don't need..."

My brow barely has time to crease in confusion before hands maneuver me into the desired position and start to firmly but carefully work on the tensions in my muscles.

Eyes flutter closed and for a little while the only sounds to be heard are the odd crackle and putter from the fire and the sighs that I make no attempt to stop leaving my lips. His hands move to the places they're most needed almost as if the flesh itself was guiding them.

"...that...that's wonderful..."

I hear myself murmur after a while, as the pressure of his hands changes and kneading turns to rubbing. I know my cheeks are probably flushed again but this time their colouring is nothing to do with any compliment I might have received.

"Now, has that repaid my debt, or is there more that I need to do... to you?"

"I...I think that has gone above and beyond any debt owed to me...if anything, I would think I now owe you..."

My voice is breathy and low, smile slightly hazy eyes holding his as they look into mine.

"I think there is nothing you need do...only things you might want to do...or have me do..."

An eyebrow quirks, the offer is made. Now to wait for his answer.

 

[marauder13]

Seeing how bright her cheeks are shining surprises me a little, as there is no signs of embarrassment going along with it. It's not the colour brought by warmth from the fire, so it leaves me wondering if I have followed the right path with my thoughts.

"I...I think that has gone above and beyond any debt owed to me...if anything, I would think I now owe you..."

"I think there is nothing you need do...only things you might want to do...or have me do..."

It is when she looks at me, and speaks, that the question is indeed answered. I don't get the understanding of her question wrong, far from it. She is almost an open book at this time, easily read and her desires clearly seen.

I raise myself into a more vertical position with my hands lightly resting on her shoulders. I let them slide down the from of her body, skirting the outsides of her breasts on their way. But I don't remove them from her delightful mounds, curving my hands around underneath before coming to a stop. My chin also comes to a rest on the top of her head while I cup her through her clothing.

"Want to do? There is plenty that I want to do, but with you, I am sure that there are somethings you need to have happen to you. And as a good friend, I am more than willing to help you in your time of need."

My hands slide back up Brit's body, pausing where the captured peaks hide from the world. Thumbs and fingers slowly, languidly sway across the area while I think of how I can help my dear friend.

"So, Brit, what is it you need help with right now? If I can help, I shall."

Again, I lower my head beside hers, taking the lobe of her ear in my teeth. Firm pressure is used while rolling the flesh about.

"Well, what do you need, Brit? Or do you trust me to... know myself?"

 

[Britwitch]

I feel my breath hitch as his hands move down over my torso, a sharper intake of breath as large palms come to rest beneath my breasts.

"Want to do? There is plenty that I want to do, but with you, I am sure that there are somethings you need to have happen to you. And as a good friend, I am more than willing to help you in your time of need."

The pressure of his chin on my head keeps my head upright despite the urge to look down that fills me as my chest fills his hands.

"So, Brit, what is it you need help with right now? If I can help, I shall."

A groan, long and low, as wet warmth envelops my ear lobe. Eye lids flutter and breathing gets a little heavier.

"Well, what do you need, Brit? Or do you trust me to... know myself?"

My back arches, pushing the globes of my breasts more insistently against his hands. Beneath clothing, flesh is hardening, sensitive nubs pushing outward.

"I think I trust your knowledge...."

I turn my head and press a kiss beside his mouth, my eyes meeting his.

"...I'm sure you will think of a way for both of us to get what we want...what we need..."