Britwitch's Cottage

[The_PG]

The oncoming wetness isn't so much ignored as quickly adapted to. The speed of my fingers increase, and my thumb grinds the sweet slippery mixture into the outside of her sex. Finding the small nub of pleasure attached to it quite easily as it engorges and stands up as a flag waving for attention. Her struggles, though futile, are more arousing to me than anything besides perhaps the scent that follows the sudden flood of sex juices to her nether regions. I nibble upon the open flesh of her ear, before whispering into it through the droplets of blood that have come to perch upon my lips.

"So easy... So horny... Such a slut, you are, my dear..."

A tiny tug of her arm on mine, and I chuckle. This time it is louder and more sinister.

"Yet you pretend to fight me... So others think... More of you?"

I pull harder upon her cunt, lifting her toes off the ground and bending the lower half of her body out towards me, but keeping her throat and head pressed against the wall. I hold her like this until the pain burns her, and she begins to thrash in my grip. Then I let her go, allowing her feet to touch the ground as I rip away her panties and make short work of freeing my cock. Stepping in close I press my body against hers and guide both her hands to my cock. Placing a finger between her eyes, pointing into her brain I speak softly, but with total command.

"Put it, inside of you, now."

 

[Britwitch]

Gurgled sounds leave open lips as hips move unbidden against his hand. Clit responding all too quickly to his ministrations. Eyes brighten with tears as my ear stings against his mouth.

"So easy... So horny... Such a slut, you are, my dear...Yet you pretend to fight me... So others think... More of you?"

Pain slicing through my spine as he bends me, like a doll, pulling my hips forward lewdly whilst keeping my head back by the throat. It doesn't take long for the pain to outweigh any pleasure and my body bucks, as much as it can.

I gulp at the air as my throat is released, wincing as my underwear is removed less than carefully. In a matter of moments warm, hard flesh is in my palms.

"Put it, inside of you, now."

I swallow noisily as I nod. It's not a question. My permission, my reaction, is not needed.

Hands draw him forwards, between thighs against the hot entrance to my sex. I push up onto my toes to try and lessen the considerable difference in height between us. With a groan, I line him up and push my hips forward, enveloping him with the sodden velvet at the apex between my legs.

My pussy stretching around him as I keep pushing forward until as much of him is inside as I can manage in this position. My eyes glittering with pain and fear, need and desire, as they look up into his uncertainly.

 

[The_PG]

There are so many easy things I can do with that look. Take away what she needs, give her more than she deserves, or totally skew things and kiss her gently before preceding to make love. The last thought is discarded before even thinking it. I push her back against the wall, one hand grabbing her butt to keep her toes as the only thing upon the ground and allow me to fuck her hot cunt at will. The other covers her mouth. Pressing her lips closed with palm while thumb and forefinger close upon each of her nostrils. The wide blue eyes staring over my hand add a powerful surge through my cock, which presses deeply, opening long ago explored portions of her delicate body. Not recently explored, it seems.

Her hands reach for mine, but I let her drop fully impaled upon my cock and gather both her hands behind her back. Interlocking both her wrists within my fingers before pinning them between her body and the wall with my mass. Now with a hand free I start upon her left breast. Pulling, twisting, and squeezing the sensitive skin as I keep her from breathing longer and longer. My hips move with steady, unyielding power; driving her body again and again into the walls of her sturdy cabin. It does not shake or shudder, for it is strongly built and for now can withstand my passion.

"You best... Cum... Before you pass out. Else, we'll do it all over again."

 

[Britwitch]

As he takes hold of my rear, I assume I know what is going to happen, then his hand clamps over my mouth and reminds me I never really know what will happen with him. I try not to fight, to waste valuable air, but instinct raises my hands to try and pry his away, to allow me to breathe. Just as quickly as they rise, they are grabbed and trapped, pinned behind me.

Every punishing thrust draws a muffled sound from deep inside, the palm over my lips gagging me as well as it slowly suffocates. Eyes roll slightly as exposed breast is mauled, body jarring between his solid frame and the wooden beams of the wall.

"You best... Cum... Before you pass out. Else, we'll do it all over again."

With head starting to pound and lungs burning, my body begins to shake between him and the wall. Waves of pleasure slam into me and I would cry out if I had oxygen to spare. Internal muscles spasming tightly around his shaft, milking it, drawing it deeper - if it were possible.

 

[The_PG]

I can feel her drawing on me, wanting more and wanting it to end, and I think I just might... But decide against it. With a vicious slam I pound into her tiny body one last time and completely let go; allowing her to slump forward against me. I'm not finished with her, but I can tell she is finished for now. Though I control much, energy is one thing that thwarts me, after cleaning up a bit and combing my own hair I lay her upon her own bed. Covering her in a blanket before heading outside to smoke, I pour coffee on the way. Sitting upon a chair, upon the porch, I wait patiently. Knowing there is much, much more to come.

 

[Britwitch]

Vicious. Cruel. These words and more are swimming through my mind as the world fades to black around me. As I drift into unconsciousness I can still feel him thrusting inside me and I know my exhausted body is probably still trying to respond.

When I wake I am not sure if it was a dream, a hazy memory of a visitor plays through my mind as I roll over and look up at the beams in the roof. I sit up and wince as I look down. Naked skin reveals evidence that whatever it was, it was not a dream. The beginnings of bruising on pale flesh, my breasts will have quite the decoration later on. Standing with a groan as my back protests the movement, I make my way downstairs and before anything else I head to a chest in the corner. Nimble fingers finding and applying Witch Hazel to the marks, to try and reduce any swelling and ease any discomfort.

Only then do I look around for signs of him. Padding across the floor, I pause to pull a large throw from the couch and wrap around it my body like a shawl. His coat is still here, his hat. Blue eyes sweep the cottage but he's not there. I can smell coffee, old coffee, and smoke. Delicate nose wrinkling a little, I move to the door and after taking a breath, step outside.

There he is. Waiting.

Hi...

My voice is not what I'm expecting. It's almost like that of a shy, nervous teenager talking to a boy she likes. Not that of a woman talking to the man who took her, claimed her, only hours before. I draw the shawl a little tighter around me, the cool air outside making goosebumps dance over my legs and causing my still sore nipples to stiffen beneath the woollen cloth.

 

[The_PG]

I am in the middle of rocking backwards when I hear a tiny voice greeting me. The rocking chair stays up in the air as I slowly turn my head to the side to get a better look at her beat and battered form. As depressing as that sounds, I know it is why her eyes sparkle brightly. Allowing the rocking chair to fall forward slowly, and then I pat my lap.

"Sit, please." I smile, small like and rather knowing.

As she sits, she'll be able to feel my rather large, pulsing member; still wet with her juices and hard from the tease she had given me. With a few deft movements, it's out of it's confines once again and inside of her as she sits down. I kiss her, gently on the lips. Then a bit harder on the neck, with a bit of a nibble.

"Have a nice nap there, sweet little slut?"

 

[Britwitch]

I sit down, the throw still around my shoulders, protecting my naked form from the cool air. For the time being at least. There is a small gasp as he slips back inside me, my slightly aching sex embracing him tightly, drawing him deeper as my weight settles on his lap.

The kiss to my lips is soft, almost caring. The kiss to my neck is different, still slightly playful but a little darker. Like stepping into a shadow on a sunny day.

I nod at his question.

I did, thank you...and...I hope I didn't disappoint...

I am fairly sure that if I had disappointed him I would know about it already but still I have to ask.

...after all, it has been quite a while since you last came to call, and I wouldn't want to be a let down...

 

[The_PG]

"Well... I think you know how to keep that from happening, don't you?"

I take a last puff of my cigarette before drawing the hot ash against your calf, before dousing the last of the heat into your flesh. The screaming and tightness of your body tells me just how much that hurt. My other hand holds you down, keeping you from slipping out of my lap. I look up into your eyes, and grin slowly.

"I know you want to make it good..."

 

[Britwitch]

I...

I start to reply, but my words end abruptly and become a scream that echoes in the silent trees that surround the cottage. Instinct makes me try to push myself up and away, hands pushing down on the arms of the chair will all my might, but your hand keeps me where I am. Where you want me. My eyes are tear bright as I look back at you over my shoulder and nod hesitantly.

...I...I do, I want to make it good...

My voice is trembling and breathy as I try to fight the panic that is rapidly building deep inside me.

 

[The_PG]

I nod my head slowly up and down, meanwhile flicking the nub of a cigarette away into the forest, my hands slide up her legs underneath the blanket. Grabbing her hips I give them a little squeeze, then slide them back to her asscheeks. Squeezing them hard, so that she tenses up deeply.

"Then make me believe what you're saying... Because frankly," I sit up slowly and brush my lips over her lips, so that I can whisper in her ear. "I'm not believing you, yet."

 

[Britwitch]

Without a word I start to rock my hips, slowly letting him withdraw from deep within the heat of my sex, only to envelop him again. Tight, hot, wetness lowering over his shaft again and again. Within moments I have found my rhythm. My body moving sinuously on his lap. The roundness of my rear grinding down.

My hands are braced on the arms of the chair and soon my movements cause the throw to start to slip from my shoulders. Lower and lower, baring my arms and then my chest. Nipples already firm, stiffen in seconds. Delicate flesh puckering in the chilly air.

 

[The_PG]

The slow but steady revelation of her chest is rather enticing and my hands, now free of her ass, take hold of both breasts. Squeezing the already bruised flesh, but not hard enough to bruise it again; only enough to remind her of the previous night. My body is hard, and stiff, and I when I crane my neck it stretches against the button and tight collar. Gazing up into her face I smile, seeing how desperate she is to please.

"You're off to a good start, slut... But there is more you could be doing."

I keep the smile upon my face, enjoying the mystery and fear I am treating her too.

Soon, I feel, I will need to simply take the rest, but this makes for a very pleasant late morning. So I enjoy it while I can, while we both know there is more to be and to be done.

 

[Britwitch]

His hands land upon my chest, massaging the soft flesh. Teasing the marked skin. My back arches slightly, pushing the swells against his palms, offering them almost.
His words make my movements falter for a second, brow creasing as I wonder what more I could do...here and now...

Pausing for as brief a period as I can manage, I turn in his lap, so that my body is facing his. My movements increase in speed and force, my hips dropping down on to his time and again, plunging into me again and again.

I lean forwards and kiss along his jaw, and down his neck, lavishing his skin with caresses. I don't know if this is what he wants, sometimes I never know what he wants, but if I don't give it to him...I am sure he will help himself to it sooner or later.

My mind wonders, not for long, just how he manages to get me in this state with so little effort. My eyes move over his face and a smile flickers over my lips before they soon part and allow the sounds of exertion to leave them. Damn but he's a handsome one, probably part of why it's so hard to resist him. Impossible to resist him.

My hands move to press on his legs behind me, pushing my back forwards and making my body lean back, allowing him to bury himself even deeper inside my tight confines.

 

[The_PG]

I can feel myself hitting parts deeper inside of her as she changes things up. It makes me shiver slightly, along with the cool air caressing my cock. As her mouth goes to work on my neck I lean back and sigh softly. Gathering her wrists with my hands behind her back, I catch her eyes and give her a grin. The a kiss, just to soften her up slightly before my fingers form into a flat hand and I slap her across the face. Not too hard, not too soft either, just enough to bring out more of the rosy pink to her cheeks.

"You'll do anything, won't you slut?"

I whisper these words, as my fingers trail over the marks I left upon her throat the night before. Down to her cleavage before they turn into claws and begin to leave angry scratch marks down her breasts. I keep her hands firmly behind her as I feel the tension growing in my balls. Soon... But more blood is needed.

Licking my own bloodied fingernails, I give her another slap.

"Tell me what kind of a slut you are, now!"

Meanwhile, once again my fingernails dig into her delicate flesh.

 

[Britwitch]

The pulling of my hands behind me sends a tremor up my spine, knowing in a matter of seconds I'll be trapped once more. For a split second I consider the scene. A fully clothed man with a naked woman on top of his lap in the middle of the woods, she's slightly marked and now held tightly in place. I can only hope no one thinks to come visiting at this precise moment in time.

The kiss makes me sigh, the slap makes me gasp. Sending my head twisting to the side and causing my hair to fly around my head in an arc. My cheek is stinging, hot, my eyes tear bright. But I don't stop rocking on top of him, my movements barely falter.

"You'll do anything, won't you slut?"

I nod, cheeks burning brighter with shame, as his fingers trail idly over my skin. Then a whimper that rapidly escalates into a scream as his nails mark my chest anew. My arms pull at the hand holding them but I have no strength compared to him. All I will do is hurt myself if I keep struggling so I stop, for now.

Another slap, another cry. The skin over my cheekbone growing redder and redder.

"Tell me what kind of a slut you are, now!"

"A w-wet slut...a desperate slut...your slut..."

The words come fast, voice shaking, from the fucking and from the pain searing through my chest.

 

[The_PG]

The next slap I fail to send, in fact it falters inches from her beautiful tear-stained face. Millimeters away from stinging her skin painfully once again. I smile, because her face hardly twitches; only so much as her body demands and her mind cannot overcome. I reach in more slowly, brushing a tear to the side as I pull her closer, my hot tongue licking out and pressing against her hot, bloody flesh. I know it burns, and freezes, but in this area I simply cannot help myself. I feel her shudder and whisper into torn flesh, "Shhh, shhh, my dear... You'll be fine..." Before continuing to lick the sweet blood from her chest. I am unconcerned of passer-byes or snoops, they are the furthest thing from my mind.

I sit up slowly, carefully removing the both of us from the rocking chair until she is lying on her back before me. I've let go of her hands, and taken her hips so that I can use more force against her tiny frame. Slamming my cock home again and again until she forgets the cracks and scrapes in her skin, and remembers who it is looming over her flawless (until now) skin and flesh. My dark, shining eyes meet her clearly brilliant blue ones with a smile on my face. I am close, and I am taking exactly what I want. A bloody little romp before it's time to go again.

Leaning over, I keep my lips near hers, inviting her to kiss but not putting forward the effort myself. I drive into her, over and over again. Building the tension deep in my stomach as I draw closer and closer to climax.

 

[Britwitch]

His hand moves rapidly towards my face and I know I have either made a mistake or said what he wanted to hear, either could end up in the same result. I feel my breath hitch slightly as I await the impending impact against my face but it doesn't come. Instead he wipes away a tear and draws me close. My mind swirling with confusion, arousal, fear, pain, and something akin to need. I hiss as his tongue makes contact with the deep scratches, forcing my eyes to screw shut for a few seconds. The sting making my hips shudder over his.

Then we move, me beneath, him on top. He is always on top, in reality, regardless of the position, or the action, he dictates pace, force. Everything.

My body jerks, breasts judder with each bruising connection between us. My hands hold his arms, mainly because I feel I have to hold something but because I want to feel him. Feel the strength beneath the skin, the heat.

A muted whine as his lips hover close to mine. I push myself up, stomach tensing and in turn tensing already tight insides, just to feel his mouth against mine. I kiss him as hungrily as I can, as if trying to kiss away the aches and the pains - which in all honesty are already fading into the haze of pleasure as his body crushes my clit against his pelvis again and again. I kiss him as if we'll never see each other again.

And all the while my hips undulate beneath his crushing thrusts, desperate to take him as deeply as possible.

 

[The_PG]

My thrusts don't ever take on a needy pace, the one they set is the one they keep, all the way up until the point of no return. Her hungry kiss, and the response lower throughout her body is what brings me to that point. I push deeply as I feel my muscles tense and quiver, forcing hot, slippery liquid through my cock and deep inside of her. Holding us both still it is like the moment is frozen in time, at least until I breath again and my eyes open. Both returned to their generic brown, a color that hides the true darkness within. I smile down at her, glad that her open and always true eyes will stay that way until the very life that brightens them is taken away.

"You're welcome." I whisper softly, not moving my lips far away from hers at all.

 

[Britwitch]

When his climax comes there is no mistaking it. Heat sears my insides as his last deep movement within me pins me down against the chair. My sex clutching his, milking it, drawing every drop as deeply within it as possible.

"Thank you..." My voice is as quiet as his, blue eyes penetrating the brown ones above. Legs curl around his waist slightly, holding him as much as I can. The kiss that follows is almost sweet, considering what has just happened. A pressing of my lips against his, taking a moment to feel the smoothness, the warmth.

"...as always..."

 

[Britwitch]

Spring is coming. Slowly. Very slowly. But it is coming.

The sun is starting to rise earlier in the mornings and when it's light filters down through the branches in the afternoon it is pleasantly warm. The snow is starting to melt. Nothing too drastic yet, but here and there are glimpses of the world that was hidden away last autumn. Larger rocks are starting to be revealed. The well worn path from the gate to the front door is now more stone and less snow. There aren't any leaves yet, no grass, no flowers, but it definitely feels more like spring.

The last few nights in the woods have been strange, beautiful but strange. With Northern Lights dancing in the skies with almost ferocious strength. I've spent several hours on the porch, shawl wrapped tight about me, watching the show in the heavens above.

And with Spring comes the need to spring clean, to prepare for changes...because changes are coming. Big ones.

The cottage smells of freshly baked bread and I plan to enjoy a thick wedge with some honey before tackling the first of my spring cleaning jobs. The decidedly dirty but utterly fulfilling task of cleaning out the fireplace.

 

[Fish_Tales]

*The Fish strolls past Brit's cottage and smells some glorious bread*

(Yeah - Fish strolling - don't ask..... )

Now - seeing I'm a serious writer because the writing maestro of a witch has deigned to write a thread with me, I feel almost worthy to knock on her door.

I can hear intense physical exertion so I decide to peer through the window. Huffing and puffing - is it true that the witch is indeed as naughty as I've been told??? Oh, no.

With some trepidation I peer in to see my dear witch bent over and sprawled....................






.....cleaning out the fireplace.

Phew.

She's dirty alright, but not that kind of dirty.

Best to let her clean her fireplace. I'll come back when there's less to do.

*The Fish then sneaks off*

Yes - Fish and fireplaces don't mix.......

 

[Britwitch]

Birds. Actual birds.
I can hear them as I wake up and come down from the attic where I sleep. Spring must be coming, and quickly.

The sun is rising above the treeline and bathing the world in warm, orange light. It's deceiving, I know it's still hovering around freezing outside, but by the afternoon it should be almost pleasant out in the sunshine.

The cottage has now been cleaned. From top to bottom, every nook and cranny has been dusted and polished. Things re-homed that had been left lingering on shelves and tables.

A walk the other day found a small patch of tiny daffodils bravely standing up through the snow. A little prayer to the woodland spirits and a few returned with me. Now they sit, a bright, sunny, splash of colour, in a jug on the dining table.

I'm finally happy the cottage is in a state fit enough for company.

And so am I.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

A bundle of roses, left on her doorstep. They are freshly plucked, despite the cold outside, condensation seeming to bud on the petals as they've rested there through the cold of morning. The stems are not simply bundled, but wrapped intricately with a bit of cord lashing them together with a series of different knots. Attached is a note, simply saying, "Eventually, you know that I will visit you again." The note says not who it is from, but it speaks of his ability to come and go freely. His intentions clearly stated, to pluck her like a flower, the bundling method of the pink roses perhaps a hint at her fate...

 

[Britwitch]

The wood basket is growing empty and so I need to fetch more logs from the shed outside. Upon opening the door, basket balanced on my hip, my eyes are draw to the brightly coloured gift laying just outside the door.

The roses are beautiful. The message enigmatic...but enticing...
My fingers trail over the array of intricate knots holding the blooms together and a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I have my suspicions as to who has left them on my doorstep.

"I guess time will tell..."

I muse as I take the flowers inside and place them carefully in a vase. I look on them for a few long minutes before turning and setting about refilling the wood basket and reviving the dwindling fire.